Chapter 13
"I have to say it-we're both proud of you." Dad smiled first at Jenny, then at Scott. "You've proved to us both that you're mature. You've become a young lady and a young gentleman. We've done an excellent job of raising these two, haven't we, dear?"
"I should say so, dear," said Mom. "The house is immaculate, and the Davis's report the same thing of their house. Both Bobby and Rita look bright-eyed and healthy, as do these two.
The Davis's are as pleased with Bobby and Rita as we are with you two, my dears."
Mom sipped her coffee, a thin smile on her lips as she glanced from Scott to Jenny.
"How was the conference, Dad?" said Scott. As he buttered a piece of toast, his bare feet had found Jenny's under the table and he was playing a hot game of footsie with her.
"Excellent," Dad said. "I must say that I wish your mother and I could get away more often to attend similar conferences."
"What's keeping you from getting away?" Scott said. "You don't have to worry about me or Jenny or the house. We can take care of things all right at this end." Bobby's hot toe stroked Jenny's bare leg.
"You sure can," Mom said. "We are both so proud of you. And I'm glad you've remembered to wear your robe to the breakfast table this morning, Dear. You were starting to get a little bit lax about such things before we left and I was worried that you might have slipped even more into that bad habit while we were gone. I guess Bobby Davis was a good influence on you."
"What else is to be expected from a minister's son?" Dad said. "I choose to think, though, that it was not so much Bobby Davis's influence that reformed our son here, but his own good sense and maturity. You and I are responsible for bringing the boy up, my dear, not Bobby Davis. Let's take credit where credit is due."
"Yes, Dear," Mom said.
As they finished breakfast, Dad couldn't stop talking about the success of the conference, and Jenny got hotter and hotter as she played footsie with Scott. Scott's face appeared to be getting redder, and Jenny could almost hear the throbbing of Scott's cock under his robe. She and Scott hadn't dared do any fucking since Mom and Dad had returned last evening, and both of them were ready to jump out of their skins. After a solid week of nonstop fucking and sucking, going over twelve straight hours without coupling was driving them both crazy. Jenny had been forced to jerk off four times during the night in order to get any sleep. She couldn't stand this deprivation much longer.
"Shall we pray?" Dad said.
"Pray?" Scott said. "We just got done praying."
Dad's serene smile wavered slightly, almost became a frown. Jenny expected him to glare and start lecturing, but he simply said, "Scott, bow your head. From now on we will be praying both before and after meals in this house, not just before, as has been our custom. We pray precious too little in this house, as it is. Bow heads, everyone."
As Dad intoned the post-breakfast prayer, giving thanks for the success of the Bible conference and the success of his parenting and raising two God-fearing, righteous children, Scott lifted his foot, shoved it under Jenny's robe, and wiggled his big toe into her dripping-wet cunt. Jenny's eyes nearly popped out. She chewed her lips to keep from moaning. She breathed as shallowly and quietly as she could as Scott toe-fucked her.
Scott had this thing about feet and toes. He went crazy when Jenny sucked his toes. He loved shoving his toes up her cunt almost as much as he did shoving his cock in her juicy fuckhole. He even loved sucking Jenny's toes. More than a few times during the week, the two of them had sucked each other's toes simultaneously while jerking each other off. Jenny guessed that Scott had as much sensitivity in his toes as she did in hers. She could almost get off by just having her toes sucked. Scott could almost get off that way too, probably. They were brother and sister, after all.
Scott's hot toe churned deep in Jenny's crotch-hole. Jenny prayed his horny toe wouldn't start squishing inside her like a hard cock. She prayed the scent of her smoldering cunt wouldn't start perfuming the air of the room. If her Dad caught the scent, he'd be sure to recognize it immediately-or would he? Scott's toe rubbed Jenny's clit and she felt prickling sensations throughout her loins. She clamped her cunt hard and rhythmically, trying to bring herself off. All at once, the spasms hit her.
She ground her teeth to keep from moaning. She gripped the edge of the table to keep from writhing with ecstasy. Through blurred vision, she saw Scott grinning at her. He wiggled his toe in her clutching crotch, helping rub the pleasure out of her. Her orgasm petered out just as her father ended his prayer, and Scott's toe slipped out of her quietly.
"Amen," Jenny whispered.
"Amen!" Scott said with authority. "Amen!"
"I hope you're being sincere," Dad said to Scott, a hint of the old glare bleeding through a tight-lipped smile.
"As sincere as I can be," Scott said.
"I hope so," Dad said. "Well, off to the office." He pushed away from the table. "Scott, the lawn looks fine. The hedge could use trim- ming, though."
"Yes, sir," Scott said.
"After you've dressed," Mom said, looking at Jenny, "I'd appreciate a hand with the breakfast dishes. Come down when you're ready. I'll be finishing up the paper. So many good stories this morning."
"Yes, ma'am," Jenny said.
Upstairs, Scott grabbed Jenny and dragged her into the bathroom. Her heart was slamming.
"Are you crazy!" she whispered.
"Yeah, crazy about bitch cunt. Crazy about my sister's hot pussy and asshole." He thrust his head inside her robe and squeezed her tits. "Crazy about your tits, bitch." He ripped off both their robes. "Climb in the bathtub."
"What!" "Just get in the bathtub. I've been wanting to do this, but I didn't want Bobby to see. Get in the bathtub, for christsake!"
Inside the bathtub, Scott crouched at Jenny's feet as she stood looking down at him. He nibbled and licked her toes, then licked his way up, eating the pussyjuice off her inner thighs. He made her turn around so he could lick her ass-crack, then drove his tongue into her asshole. He growled softly, sucking her shithole. He was beating off fiercely.
"Bend over a little," he mumbled. "Man, what a crotch, what an ass!" He devoured both her fuckholes wildly, sucking up the juices that ran from her, his hand a blur on his hard prick.
Jenny cooed, rotating her ass. She loved it, couldn't get enough of it. Her loins swam with pleasure. Her toes tingled.
"Come," her brother growled. "Come in my face!"
Jenny rubbed her pleasure-puffed pussy in her brother's face and exploded. She shook all over, electricity zinging through her teenage body, making every cell of her naked skin quiver, making her nipples and toes and clit so tight and tingly that she thought they'd split open.
"Oh Scott!" she moaned. "You make me feel so good!" She rubbed her pussy in his face as he sucked and slurped. Her cunt finally stopped contracting.
"Turn around," he growled. "Quick!"
As she turned toward him again, he fastened his mouth to her crotch. He was beating off wildly.
"Piss!" he muttered. "Piss in my mouth!" He sucked.
Jenny had no trouble letting go. Scott groaned as her piss ran into his mouth, as it overflowed and ran down his chin and neck and chest. He sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, growling like a dog. Then he began to shoot, firing hot streams and wads of sticky cum all over Jenny's legs and feet. Jenny hugged her brother's blond head to her crotch, feeding him her hot piss. His cum splashed against her legs as he grunted and jerked, firing again and again. His cum slid down her legs, ran between her toes as her piss ran down his throat. He kept sucking even after she'd stopped pissing. His tongue slipped inside her cunt, and Jenny saw stars.
"Make me come again," she whispered, her legs trembling, her crotch throbbing with pleasure. She wiggled her toes in her brother's sticky cum and rubbed her cunt in his mouth. "Just make me come! Make me come!"
All she wanted to do was come. Forever and ever. Just come.