Chapter 9
Debbie and Jeff burned with curiosity all of the next day. Debbie suffered a double dose of it. On the one hand, she was curious about why her horny brother didn't attack her the night before, tie her to her bed and fuck her. On the other hand, there was this strange secret about her mom's teenaged years.
Neither Jeff nor Debbie was able to concentrate in school. They were both eager to end the day and get home. Oddly enough, their mutual target for information was their father. Both of them went about gathering information. It took a few days of subtlety for them to extract anything from their dad.
Debbie came away disappointed. Being a girl, she couldn't pry anything out of her father-not even when she used her the girlish tricks that used to work on him. She sat near him one evening when she had him alone for awhile. She perched her little ass on the arm of his recliner and slipped a slender arm behind his head.
"Are you and mom still mad at each other?" she asked.
"It'll pass," John murmured, trying not to look too hotly at her tits thrusting so hard in her little dress. Her dress was very short, riding high on her curvy naked thighs and John crossed his legs to keep his rising cock out of her sight.
"She's been grumpy for days," Debbie went on. "Ever since the other night when you took her to the movies."
"That was a disaster, all right," her father agreed.
"What happened?" Debbie asked. She twisted a little on the chair arm because it had been pressing up against her asshole. She settled a firm ass-cheek on it and her leg touched her father's. His prick pounded.
"I'd rather not talk about it," he replied. "I think I should keep it between your mother and I." He slipped an arm around her narrow waist and gave her a squeeze. "But thanks for being concerned. It'll be all right."
"I hope so!" Debbie sighed and her tits rose before his eyes. "I hate to see you like this. You look so sad when mom's mad at you. I wish she'd treat you better. You're so good, Dad."
I wish you'd treat me better, he thought lewdly. But he smiled at her, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. "Thanks, kitten. You're sweet. Just talking to you helps. When you sit by me like this, everything seems okay."
Debbie was deeply touched. She got all flustered with pride and she swung her body around and threw both arms around his neck and hugged him. She kissed him warmly on the mouth and in her exuberance, her ass slipped off the arm of the chair. She fell into his lap and her dress hiked up.
John couldn't help but look down. Her dress had flipped too far up and there, in open view, was her patch of furry blonde pussy-hair. Her cunt-lips were exposed, too,
"Oh!" she gasped, horrified. Embarrassed and breathless, she quickly pushed her dress over her pussy and leapt to her feet. "I forgot to put panties on!" She spun away and pranced across the room.
John couldn't repress his next remark. "Don't put them on on my account," he rasped hotly and his gaze burned into her swinging little ass.
Debbie glanced back over her shoulder just in time to catch the look in his eyes-a look she'd never seen there before. She gasped again and ran to her room as if the Devil himself were after her.
She dashed into her bedroom and slammed the door. She collapsed against it, breathing hard, her tits rising and falling rapidly. Her pussy buzzed. Her tits ached. Her nipples stood out. Ripples of sexual excitement tickled her belly.
"Oh, my God!" she panted. "Oh, my God! My pussy turned him on!"
It was a startling discovery for the teenager, yet not an entirely distasteful one. Like most teenaged girls, she had had some secret thoughts about her father. She derived a deep pleasure out of knowing that the most important man in her life could be aroused by her cunt.
Any horror she felt quickly disappeared and she began to feel sorry for her handsome, spurned father. Poor daddy, she thought feverishly as her tits and pussy pulsed. Mom sure is mean to him. He couldn't help looking at me that way. She'd been denying him her pussy. He must be terribly horny by now. Poor daddy. If I weren't his daughter ...
Getting her breath back, she sat on her bed and mulled the situation over. Except for that disturbing little accident with her naked cunt, she hadn't learned much about the other night. All she could put together was that her dad was super-horny and her mother wasn't.
Jeff had much more, luck with his father. The following day after dinner, he saw his dad go out into the back yard to smoke a cigarette in solitude. After a few minutes, he left his mother in front of the TV with Debbie and he went outside, too.
"Can I talk to you, Dad?" he asked, going up to his father.
John turned from the sunset he'd been gazing at and said: "Sure. What's up?"
"I was just wondering how you're doing," Jeff said.
"Fine, fine."
"I mean it, Dad. Since you and mom fought the other night, the house is like a morgue. What happened that night?"
And John told his son the whole story about how he had tried to get Ellen to an X-rated motel for some raunchy films and hot fucking. He told Jeff how his mother had frozen at the last minute and refused to go inside, how she had cried when John insisted.
"Jeez!" Jeff exclaimed. "You took mom there!"
"I thought she was ready," his father replied. "I don't know. I guess I'm stupid. I thought she could overcome her childish ideas about sex. She thinks fucking is to be commit ted only in bed, in the dark, between man and wife-with me on top all the time."
"Sounds dull," his son remarked.
"You don't know the half of it!" John blurted. He flipped his cigarette away, almost angrily.
Jeff had the same feelings about his father that Debbie had had. "I hate to see you like this," he said sadly.
"It's all right. Maybe someday you can fix me up with one of your girlfriends, like we talked about. That's worth waiting for. You're lucky to know chicks who like to fuck. I just hope you meet one who'll fuck me, too."
Jeff stared down at his shoes and kicked at the grass. He couldn't help but think of his sexy sister.
"By the way," his father said. "How you doing with the chick you told me about?"
"I think your plan is working," Jeff said.
"Yeah? She coming around to your way of thinking?"
"Well, not exactly. But I think she'd like me to rape her again."
"Jesus," his father groaned. "You lucky young stud! Christ, go get it! Enjoy yourself while you can!"
"I don't know...."
"What's the matter?"
"I feel guilty," Jeff said. "I mean, it doesn't seem fair that I should get lots of teenaged cunt and you get none. Not even from mom."
His father burst into laughter and tousled his boy's hair. "That's the way, son!" he chuckled. "You keep thinking like that! One of these days you'll be able to share a tight little pussy with me."
Jeff's heart went out to his suffering father. "Maybe you won't have to wait that long," he murmured.
John's gaze riveted on his son's youthful face. "Don't kid me now, Jeff," he said thickly. "My guts are scrambled, I'm so fucking horny! Do you mean that? You really got a chick you could share with me?"
Jeff took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Dad," he said, "I'm gonna tell you something. I mean-I shouldn't-but-Jeez!"
"Tell me! Tell me!" his father urged.
"Well-you know that girl I was telling you about? The one that kept cockteasing me all the time? The one I tied to a bed and fucked?"
"Yeah! Yeah! What about her?"
Jeff's face flushed. He gulped down his accumulated saliva. He stepped back away from his father as if the man were going to hit him. Licking his lips nervously, he took another deep breath and rasped: "It's Debbie."
"Holy shit!" John Phillips choked out. His head jerked around and he stared at the house as if he could see right through its walls to where Debbie was seated. He looked back at his son, wide-eyed and breathless. His mouth flapped soundlessly for a few seconds, then words tumbled out frantically.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "Debbie! Are you serious? Holy shit! Tell me you're kidding! Jesus H. Christ! You and Debbie? Tied her to her bed? Holy shit! No, no, this can't be! Are you putting me on? Goddamn! Holy shit! Jesus Christ!"
He pulled Jeff farther away from the house, deeper into the darkness of the back yard. He leaned down as they stumbled together across the yard. "Your sister? You've been fucking your own sister? Holy shit! Jeff, for God's sake! How the hell did you get her hot enough? When? How did this happen? Jesus, you fucked Debbie's little pussy? Christ!"
Jeff had never seen his father so excited- not even at the best of football games. "Take it easy, Dad," he rasped, nervous as hell now that he told his secret. "You'll have a heart attack or something."
"But, Debbie!" John choked. "My own lovely, sexy, luscious little daughter! And my own son! Fucking!" His mind whirled with recollections of his talks with Jeff and one of of the latest revelation. "That ribbon. Debbie's?"
"Yeah. I have three of them now."
"Three? Why three?"
"One for each of her ankles and one for her wrists."
"Jesus! You spread-eagled Debbie to her bed?"
"Yeah."
John put a trembling hand to his forehead. "But-but-she didn't squeal on you."
"No. I thought she was going to. I was scared to death when you and mom got home that night. I could have sworn she was gonna tell on me. But she didn't. That night, I snuck into her bedroom after you and mom were asleep and I tied her up again and fucked her till almost four in the morning."
"Holy shit!" John gasped. He placed a hand to his chest. "Maybe I am going to have a heart attack."
"No. You're just super-horny because you didn't think Debbie fucked."
"You said she was a cockteaser," John murmured.
"If you only knew!" Jeff exclaimed. "Dad, she's cockteased every boy in school. Hell, she was cockteasing men. Her teachers!"
"Was?"
"Well, yeah. She sort of stopped doing that after we fucked. I don't know why."
"You scared her," John said, analyzing the situation. "Or maybe she scared herself. Sure-that's it. She cockteased you until you couldn't take it anymore and when you tied her to the bed and fucked her, she realized the error of her ways."
"But I fucked her again the next day," Jeff said.
"Sure! Didn't you say she never had a prick up her cunt until yours? She fell in love with it! And you were right. I'll bet the little bitch wants your cock. She's just confused about her own needs and desires."
"I don't know about all that stuff," Jeff said. "I only know that when she's fucking or sucking my prick, she seems to like it. But I have to wrestle with her all the time. Why doesn't she just open her legs and ask me to fuck her if her cunt's hot?"
"She's shy," John said.
"Not when she's fucking!"
"That's different, Son. Once you've got a girl horny, she's all yours, sister or not."
"Daughter or not?" Jeff queried.
His father choked again and stared at his son for a long time. "You can't be serious," he rasped. "Debbie and me?"
"Sure. Why not? She loves you a lot. I heard that a girl's love for her dad can easily turn into sexual desire. Girls worship their fathers, you know? I think she'd fuck you. Heck if she fucks her own brother and keeps it to herself, why not her father?"
"Goddamn!" John rasped hotly. His cock was immense in his pants, throbbing like crazy and getting his shorts soaking-wet with pre cum.
"You want to fuck her, don't you?" Jeff asked.
"Want to! Son-I'd hate to tell you how many times I've thought about it and jacked off in the bathroom. Hell, I'd hate to tell you how many times I fucked your mother's pussy while I was thinking about Debbie's pussy!"
"Then let's do it, Dad! You and me and Debbie! It'll be fantastic!"
"Wait a minute," John said. "Slow down, here. Maybe Debbie is turned on by you, but that doesn't mean she'd give me some of her pussy. If she saw me, it would probably scare her to death."
"Well, yeah," Jeff agreed. "But not if we planned it."
"Planned it? What do you mean?"
"I don't know exactly," Jeff muttered. "I gotta think a minute." He started pacing back and forth in front of his dad, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Then he got the idea.
"I know!" he laughed excitedly, his eyes sparkling. "I'll tie her to the bed and get her so fucking hot that she has to let me fuck her. She changes after she's hot. She begs me to fuck her. When she's all hot and horny and crying for me to stick my cock in her, then you walk in and catch us at it. See! I mean, what can she do if you catch her fucking her hot ass around and pleading for my stiff prick? How can she deny that she wanted me to fuck her, even if she is tied up?"
The idea flew from Jeff's mind to his father's. John's eyes got as bright as his son's. Suddenly, he grinned broadly and slapped Jeff's back. "Son," he announced. "You're a fucking genius!"
He lit up a cigarette and absently offered Jeff one. Jeff looked startled. Then John realized what he was doing. He laughed and started to pull the pack away. But he changed his mind.
"Have a smoke with me, Son," he said. "I know you sneak cigarettes. But we're partners now. Go ahead."
"Thanks, Dad," Jeff said and they smoked together, walking around the dark yard.
"When?" his father suddenly asked.
"How about tomorrow afternoon?" Jeff suggested. "If you come home early, you'll hear the whole thing and catch us in the act."
"Hmmmm, yeah!" John murmured. "I'll take off sick or something. Leave the door unlocked so I don't have to make any noise."
They strolled the yard, putting the finishing touches to their sexual conspiracy, laughing together often. Jeff smoked three of his dad's cigarettes and felt like an adult.
When they entered the house laughing, Ellen and Debbie both thought it was odd, but for two different reasons. Ellen assumed father and son had drawn closer together because of a basic male animosity toward women. In his time of sexual rejection, she thought, her husband turned to his son for solace and companionship.
Debbie was curious as hell and a new fear rippled through her cunt. Jeff wouldn't tell his father about fucking her, would he? Her dad wouldn't mention seeing her pussy, would he?
She kept her eyes off both her father and her brother. She felt funny sitting in the same room with them now. Her brother had tied her to her bed and made her fuck him. Her dad had seen her cunt for a second and had gotten rather sexy. She began to feel that this house was no place for a growing teenaged girl!
That night in bed, she curled up naked with her playful hands. She massaged her tits and rubbed her warm pussy as she tried to figure a way out of her personal dilemma. Both her brother and her father seemed to have a strange effect on her cunt. It wasn't right, she was certain. She'd have to do something about her horniness.
She stretched out under her blankets on her back and spread her lovely legs wide. She squeezed one firm, jutting tit until it felt nice and finger-fucked her moist pussy until it was squirming hornily. She thought about all the boys in school she had been cockteasing.
Her cute little ass came up off the bed. Her back arched and her hips gyrated as she plunged her slender finger deep into her cunt. Her sexy feelings soared higher. Gasping hotly, she wiggled another finger into her asshole and two into her fuck-hole. Then, gasping and moaning softly as she fondled her thrusting tits, she came wetly and happily.
Her orgasm rushed through her luscious body and the fiercer it got, the faster she drilled her naughty fingers in and out of her juicy fuck-holes. Her asshole puckered tightly around her finger and fabulous sensations shot through her as her pussy creamed all over her hand. Her whole crotch came alive with feverish activity as she humped and screwed and fucked her hips convulsively.
Her mind filled with images of the boys. And she suddenly knew what she had to do. Facing the fact that she now liked to come, that she now wanted desperately to get fucked, she decided it was time for her to choose a steady date, a boy she could please as well as tease.
Her cunt was drenched when she pulled her fingers out of her ass and pussy. She plastered her hand over her wet pussy and turned over onto her tits. She pushed them hard against the bed because it made her nipples feel good and she rubbed her pussy slowly as she dozed off.
Her mind was made up when she awoke the next morning. Some lucky boy in school was going to get everything from her-mouth, asshole and cunt! Now she wouldn't have to surrender to her brother's filthy advances. Now she wouldn't have to get excited just because her father looked at her sexily.
She went to school feeling like a good girl. She was happy and relieved. And excited. Her pussy was already aching for a stiff prick.