Chapter 6

Dad sort of held his cock with one hand near the bottom, like making it swell and stick out from his body. Then he danced his fingers along it, teasing along the shaft and head parts. It was really sexy. I could tell that dad really wasn’t that edged, unlike Mark, and I wondered if Sarah had the patience to let him build up some. I doubted it, and sure enough, the first time dad actually wrapped his fist around it and rubbed, she made him freeze. It was pretty hot, still, but I kind of had developed this mischievous project in my mind of trying to get dad worked up more. I figured this new pose system would help with that but I expected it would still take a while. I suppose everyone reading this is realizing what a pervert I am, at this point, and maybe I can agree, but at that time, I was just really horny and curious and didn’t really care about the fact that this was all happening with my dad and brother and sister.

I basically knew what Mark would come up with - I could have predicted it almost exactly. He told me it was my turn. He had me sit in the recliner, and said for me to just “do yourself naturally.” I knew I wasn’t going to last if I just dug in with my “normal” pattern, so instead I kind of teased myself with just my fingertips along my labia and near my clit. I’m not sure Mark, in his inexperience, knew any difference between what I was up to and what would be a more natural style, and I figured he wanted (or expected) something more “hardcore,” and that that was what he was waiting for. So I let a finger slip into my hole - which is not actually something I do that often when I masturbate, but I wanted to do something that would make him freeze me, and, sure enough, that was exactly what he was hoping for, I guess, because with my finger up in me about an inch and a half, he said freeze.

That was definitely a horny pose to have to hold, but actually not too bad since my finger wasn’t near my clit, which is where the action is, at least for me.

Then it was dad’s turn. I figured this was kind of a test of if he was on board with the new pattern, or if he would chicken out. Anyway, Sarah was the logical next, so dad would either choose her for the same style pose or he would change it up.

He didn’t change it up. He told Sarah it looked like her turn. She looked kind of worried. Finally, after moving to the recliner and fidgeting for a short time, she announced, in an awkward, confessional tone, “Actually, see, this isn’t how I would normally do it.”

“What do you mean,” asked Mark, surprised.

“I mean, I wouldn’t do it sitting, like this” she explained, sort of gesturing broadly down at her own body.

“You could lie on the couch if you’d prefer,” dad offered.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “But, um ... the other thing. Mostly I do it lying on my stomach.”

“Ah,” dad said. I realized he wasn’t surprised. I wasn’t really, either, actually. I remembered doing it that way a lot when I first started out. It seems easier when you’re still figuring it out for yourself.

So dad added, “Well, that’s okay. There’s lots of ways people do it.” He was almost reassuring her.

Mark looked funny - like maybe a bit disappointed. It wouldn’t give much of a view, of course.

Sarah lay on her stomach on the couch, and reached down under herself with both hands. She began kind of rocking and pumping her butt up and down a bit. Actually it was plenty sexy.

Dad told her to freeze and she held the position easily, kind of giggling a few times.

Again, it was my turn. I said I thought that was pretty interesting. Sarah and Mark agreed. Dad was quiet, but he was kind of smiling, so I knew he was okay with it.

I said now it was time to do some non-solo ones. I picked Sarah and Mark, and I told Mark to lie on the floor, with Sarah over him pointed opposite down his body: the “push ups 69.”

I said, “I know this isn’t really natural, but anyway I want you to kind of touch yourselves for a while, then I will say freeze.”

Sarah had a hard time, I could tell - because she had to hold the push up one-handed while touching herself, and maybe if she was doing it sincerely, the sensations probably made it pretty hard to concentrate on holding herself up. She wobbled. I told them to take a break just holding still while she got her balance, then I had them start again but really quickly said freeze. It worked well enough, but I thought the style was too awkward because there were too many things they had to focus on.

Inevitably, though, Sarah wanted to repeat the same thing, but with me and dad doing it. As I got up, I told her in a very quiet whisper to not say freeze too fast. I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t hear - Mark was sitting still with an ‘overload’ expression on his face from what he’d just done, and dad was busy getting down on the floor. She nodded, a glint in her eyes, pleased to be invited into a conspiracy.

Dad was on his back and I got over him. Rather than push up position, I suggested to Sarah I could just be on my knees instead, but squatted over his face and then leaned down along him, like a simple crawling position. I said, sheepishly, “Probably I should have thought of that when I was giving it to you.”

Sarah laughed, agreeing, but she let me do the modified position. It was much easier than holding a push up one-handed and trying to touch myself.

Dad started with the same self-teasing style he’d done on the couch, solo. It was cool to watch it up close. I reached down and kind of echoed it, teasing my labia open and running my fingers around but not really rubbing.

Then after a bit of this, I pulled myself open as best I could one-handed, and actually touched my clit gently a few times. I was so edged, but I managed to keep some control, and stopped. I hoped dad had seen that, but of course it was hard to tell, except by trying to judge his reactions by what he was doing with his hands to himself.

Still gripping the base of his cock really firmly, he was kind of rubbing around the head of it, which looked really swollen. Then he would pause and kind of rub his shaft, but not fisting it, just running his fingers along it. After I did the clit thing a second time to myself, he wrapped his hand near the head and kind did these slow motion strokes like over the rim part of the head. I wasn’t super experienced, but I took that to mean he’d seen what I’d done and it was exciting him. So I tried the hole thing I’d done solo on the sofa. My instinct told me that that was what guys liked to see, and I was so right. Dad actually grunted very softly, and his strokes became much faster and less controlled.

Finally, I thought - he’s finally being more natural. Sarah was clearly watching, and though she maybe didn’t understand the details, she could see this was what I’d meant in telling her to wait. So she said freeze.

My finger was in my hole - like crooked because of my position and the angle, but definitely up in there. Dad’s hand was wrapped around the shaft, about half an inch below the head when he froze, and squeezing pretty hard, but his grip on the lower part with his other hand was kind of more relaxed, just resting there.

His body was shuddering a bit, and his cock was twitching. I knew he’d finally gotten at least somewhat edged. I was rewarded even more, when, about 40 seconds into the pose his cock twitched a few times like really significantly, his hand kind of clenched involuntarily, and some precum actually oozed out the hole at the end and ran down the bulbous head to the rim of it. I felt like my pussy would explode and I was glad, as before, that I wasn’t frozen with my finger near my clit.

So that was that. It was a pretty amazing pose. I got up off of dad feeling like I’d achieved something, which is silly but that’s how I felt.

It was Mark’s turn to give a pose. I wondered what he would come up with. Of course, he chose Sarah and dad. He seemed at first to be intending to just copy what I had just done, which was a modification of what he and Sarah had done right before that.

But then he changed his mind. He told Sarah to get on the couch, like scooted to the edge. We were calling it the “edge” pose - I assume that Sarah and Mark didn’t necessarily know the meaning of that word that I was using in my mind, and if dad knew it (probably he did), he was careful not to say it that way. It just meant the edge of the couch.

So Sarah was there with her legs up, and he put dad in front of her, that same way we’d done in a few combinations before. But this time he said for both of them to touch for a while. “Try to do as natural as you can even though it’s maybe not natural for you,” he explained, trying to be sympathetic to the fact that Sarah had said she didn’t normally masturbate that way.

Sarah surprised me, then, though, because she said, quite good-naturedly, “Well, I’ve been watching Elise so I have some idea of how I could do.” Mark kind of laughed a guttural, awkward laugh, and even dad’s eyes got kind of slightly big hearing that.

So they were both in that position, and each touching themselves. Dad wasn’t quite as close as for the stationary ones - I think he was wanting to be careful not to touch accidentally as he wacked himself around. It was really hot seeing him teasing and rubbing on his cock with it held pointed at Sarah like that.

Sarah was clearly more experimenting than doing something completely natural, but definitely she had been watching my technique carefully. She teased herself along the labia and even pulled herself open and touched her clit. The face she made as she did that was cute: like, “Oh, my.” Then she did as I had done - she dropped her finger down and found her hole and pushed it in just slightly. Mark, of course, was watching closely. He said freeze.

That was pretty perverted-looking, because of how big dad’s cock was, pointing so close to her pussy like that, kind of showing how small her pussy and hole were.

Of course the pose ended with no problem, but both of them seemed wobbly afterward. I guess it was pretty intense.

I knew dad was totally into things when, it being his turn, he told me and Mark it was our turn to repeat the same thing he and Sarah had done. I knew it had been the most likely possibility, but I had developed a bit of a worry. Dad’s cock had leaked some more precum as he did that last pose with Sarah, and I’d snapped onto an awkward mental image: what if he “lost it” and squirted? It would really have gone right onto her pussy.