Chapter 2

Karen Phillips was naked, her melon-sized tits wobbling on her chest as she stepped out of her black lace panties. She fluffed up her glossy black pussy hair and then scratched a rib.

"Shit!" Jack Davis muttered, peering at his sister through the cracks in the old wooden planks of the bathroom. This was just like old times. He vividly recalled how, when he was a horny teenager with more ideas than opportunities, he'd peeked at his younger sister when she was undressing or taking a bath. But she'd never had a pair of tits that big, then! He felt a bit guilty about peeking at his sister, but shit, she was built better than most of the women he'd fucked, with the exception of Beth.

Shit, just when he needed Beth the most, when his balls were aching to empty their load, a stinking blizzard had to hit! And now, right in front of him, separated by only an inch or two of thin wood, was more real, live cunt than he'd seen in ages. That heavy bush bristling between her legs looked so soft and springy that, if she were any other woman, he'd have rushed in and buried his face in her cunt, rubbing his nose and lips back and forth until she creamed.

The middle-aged voyeur watched his sexy sister step into the old-fashioned four-legged tub. It wasn't too large, so her knees and tits were still visible as she sat. He licked his lips and watched her hands soap up those big tits and really give them a scrubbing. Her nipples stuck out like bright red strawberries. Then she rinsed. Jack loved wet tits. There was something about the full, shiny-smooth mounds dripping water that really turned him on.

He saw her arms drop between her thighs and start working. He couldn't see anything but the movements of her upper arms and the flexing of her biceps, but it seemed to him that she was taking a long time just to be washing.

Jack knew that Karen wasn't dating anyone. She hadn't gone out since her divorce came through four months ago, so she wasn't getting any sex. He watched her washing her pussy and saw the enjoyment on her face. He heard the soft splashing and sloshing, and then her upper arms squeezed the sides of her huge tits, making them stand up higher on her chest. Her strawberry-sized nipples were large and wrinkled, standing out stiffly from the dark brown skin surrounding them. Then he heard her sigh.

A little later she stood up, reached for her towel and stepped from the tub. Her soft white tits hung and swung as she dried her toes and legs, and Jack sucked in his breath, debating whether or not to pull his cock out and jerk off right in the hall. But that was too dangerous. Instead, he rubbed his hot prick through his pants.

Then he saw Karen do a strange thing. Spreading the towel on the floor and lying on it, she licked her lips and lifted her legs into the air. Jack held his breath as she grabbed her legs behind her knees and rolled back until her weight was resting on her shoulders. The man grabbed his hard cock and squeezed it painfully as his sister's plump ass spread, revealing the dark ring of her asshole and the rim of her cunt.

She hooked her legs behind her neck, bent her head and started nuzzling her own hairy pussy! Jack choked back a gasp. His sister had a hand on each white ass cheek, pulling her butt toward her face. Her puckered asshole stared lewdly back at him as she licked her cunt. Jack was so shocked he almost forgot to be excited. The way his sister's ass was facing him, he could see everything. Her big black bush bristled around her mouth and cheeks as she licked up and down her cunt, and he could hear the slurping of her tongue and her muffled grunts and sighs.

The horny woman's older brother didn't allow shock to rule him long. His cock throbbed and oozed pre-cum, straining the front of his pants as he rubbed it and imagined it was his tongue spreading those plump pink cuntlips. So what if she were his own sister? She had a cunt just like every other woman!

He saw Karen root down and spear her pussy hole, and then she drew back a bit and circled her prominent clit with the tip of her tongue. She laved the base and shaft of her finger-like, scarlet clit, and then sucked the whole bud into her mouth.

She was breathing heavily through her nose, now, as she squirmed and grunted with total abandon. Her slender, fat-titted body writhed on the damp towel as she drove herself crazy, trying to lift her ass higher and higher. Her nose was almost buried in her winking, dripping cunt hole, blocking Jack's view of her pussy lips. The dark curls surrounding her cheeks and ears and her pulsing asshole were more than enough to turn her brother into a sex-crazed maniac whose only purpose in life was to shove his pounding cock into a cunt.

Jack remembered Beth's pussy, and how he had handled it last night before fucking it. How soft and mushy and wet it had felt to his fingers - just like Karen's, now. He remembered once, when Karen had started filling out, that he'd grabbed the crotch of her panties. She'd squealed and blushed and protested when she caught him sniffing the strong, sexy moisture clinging to his fingers, but he hadn't been able to resist doing it, anyway.

Now that same, never-forgotten odor was seething through the crack of the bathroom door and the planks!

Jack couldn't take much more of that without coming in his jeans, so he turned away and went to his bedroom. Patti was already asleep in the next room, and he heard Karen open her door to check on her before continuing on to her own room. He lay on his back with his cock tenting the blankets, hoping that Karen would check in on him and get horny for his prick, but she went right on by.

He listened to the wind driving the snow against the window for a long time, then threw back the covers and slipped down the unlit hallway to his teenage daughter's room. Patti was a farm girl, soft and smooth-skinned and slightly gawky, but with hints of the woman to come. He'd already noticed her full, pouting lips and soft, braless tits. The milky whiteness of her untanned skin and the unlined innocence of her pretty face was more than enough to tempt a saint.

So what if he'd promised Beth not to mess around with kids any more? He'd kept his word for more than ten years. Admit it, he told himself, you're slipping into Patti's room in order to relieve the ache in your balls.

He wasn't worried about Karen waking up and checking on the girl. She was a heavy sleeper from way back.

God, she looked so peaceful sleeping there, curled on her side with her thumb in her mouth, just like a baby. Jack's cock throbbed and strained against his pajamas. As he looked at Patti's pink, pouting lips wrapped around her thumb, he began to imagine it was his cock she was sucking. Without stopping to consider whether it was right or wrong, the girl's horny father unbuttoned his pajama bottoms and pulled out his hard cock, intending to jerk off while looking at her.

After a few strokes his lust boiled over and, damning the consequences, he leaned over the sleeping girl and gently removed her thumb. Then he pushed his cock down and nudged her soft, warm lips with the swollen, dripping cockhead. Patti's mouth opened and she made sucking sounds, unconsciously looking for the pacifier she needed. Jack eased a bit of his purplish, mushroom-shaped cockhead inside, holding his breath as his daughter's lips locked behind the rim.

"Shee-it!" he breathed, staring at her young, pretty face with his cock jutting hugely and obscenely between her lips. Not daring to stroke for fear of waking her, Jack jerked on his prick while Patti nursed on his cockhead. The sight drove him wild. His own daughter, his teenage daughter, was sucking his fat cock harder and harder, drawing deeply on it. From time to time he felt her soft, warm tongue swab over his piss slit as she swallowed the build-up of saliva and pre-cum.

"Ohhh," he groaned, whispering, "suck it, girl, suck it!" He pumped his straining cock faster. His free hand grabbed his hairy, dangling balls and pulled on them. The way his pretty teenage daughter was sucking, she seemed to want to take more of his prick into her mouth. Slowly, watching her face intensely, he allowed first one inch, and then another to slide between her pursed lips. Finally, although her mouth was ovalled wide, she seemed content with about four inches of his hot, throbbing cock.

"Ahhhhh," her lust-maddened father sighed, feeling the heavy load of cum in his big balls churning. He pulled the covers from her sleeping body. Then he carefully lifted her nighty.

"Oh, God!" he breathed reverently. "What a beautiful cunt!"

Patti's pussy was high and plump, and there was a circle of soft brown curls around it. The thin-lipped, tight pink slit in the center was, to her horny father, as irresistible as an oasis to a man dying of thirst. He had to view it at eye-level, to sniff it and, yes, to taste it! It had been so long since he'd seen a cunt this fresh, this virginal, that he felt like wallowing in it.

He quickly bent and, using his thumbs with a gentleness unusual for such a big, rough man, pried apart the soft, warm lips of her pussy. Patti's cunt was delicate with fluted petals narrowing toward a bright, whitish-pink minuscule opening. His daughter's sweet pussy smelled hot and soapy.

With great tenderness he kissed her pussy hair, and then lovingly laved her feathery cunt lips. Patti moaned softly, and her mouth worked like a nursing calf's, chewing and tugging on his cock. Jack was mad with lust. He wanted to suck Patti's budding clit and shove his tongue all the way up her tight cunt hole, but he knew the sensations would be too much for her to sleep through.

In any case, he was about to come. There was no way he could bring himself to pull his cock from his sleeping daughter's mouth. Such an action would cause him real physical pain. Yet blowing his wad in Patti's mouth might jolt her awake. He decided to hold back each spurt, shooting just a glob or two of cum at a time, and timing it's close as possible with her swallowing.

He could feel his girl's warm saliva swishing around the buried half of his prick as her tongue moved. He figured Patti would be swallowing it, soon. His balls were really aching, now, and the tip of his prick felt like it was a pincushion for red-hot needles.

He released the first few jets of cum. "Ahhh, uhhh, huhh!" He spurted the white jism into his daughter's hot mouth, moaning his pleasure, and felt her automatically swallow.

He had overestimated his own self-control. His jerking, throbbing cock and quivering, aching balls didn't care that Patti might wake up. They just had a load of boiling cum that needed to be dumped, and dumped now!

Jack realized that he was coming too fast and too hard, so he gently pulled free of his daughter's locked lips, trailing a sticky string of cum behind him. Then his cock pulsed and the knob puffed up and spit creamy jism all over Patti's lips and chin. He watched it puddle and run down her neck.

Patti's lips were still working, searching for something to suck, and Jack scooped up his cum and dripped it into her slack mouth. When he'd gathered most of it, he lowered his limp, oozing prick to her lips. The sleeping young girl took it eagerly, and cleaned her father more enthusiastically than her mother ever had when she was wide awake.

Jack knew some of the thrill was due to the forbiddenness of incest, and to the fact that she was so young and unaware of how he was using her. But not all. When it came right down to it, Patti was just a natural-born cocksucker.

Satiated, feeling better than he had in a long time, Jack went back to his room and fell fast asleep. When he woke, Karen told him that the roads were closed and the phone lines were down, but that electric service had been restored.

"I knocked on your door, but you were really out," Karen said. "I'll bet you never even heard the sirens.

"Huh?" Jack said, sitting down at the breakfast table and buttering some toast.

"The prison siren, big brother. Want some coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks. Morning, honey," he said as Patti walked in and sat down. She was wearing a thin robe over her nighty and looked good enough to eat.

"Morning, Daddy. Aunt Karen." She looked around. "Where's Winston? Didn't you let him in?"

Karen shook her head. "He's too big and messy, dear."

Now that Jack had seen Karen's naked body, he became much more friendly and helpful. He even offered to help with the dishes and, standing next to her as he dried, managed to brush his forearm against the side of her large tit every time he reached for a dish.

Karen soon found herself with wet panties. She noticed his sudden interest and wondered what had caused it. He wants me, she thought, shocked. My brother wants to fuck me! Could he have seen me in the bathroom last night? She'd heard the floorboards creak, but had assumed it was the wind. And Jack had peeked at her when they were kids.

Karen didn't know whether to be worried or excited by Jack's bumping of her tits. He was a handsome, sexy stud, but he was her brother, and the problems which went with any relationship were sure to be magnified by incest. But she sure could stand a good fucking...

And fucking Jack would be lots of fun. She fondly remembered her early teenage years when he'd grab at her ass or cunt, and she'd have to go to the bathroom and play with herself. Jack sure looked like a stud who would last and last...

The rest of the morning was unremarkable. Karen went shopping for some groceries. She hadn't expected to have company when the storm had hit.

Jack had just finished shaving and brushing his teeth and was about to take his shower when Patti knocked on the door. He tied his bathrobe and let her in.

"You gonna be long, Daddy?" she asked, still wearing her nighty. She was carrying a towel.

Jack thought fast. "No, you can use the tub."

Ever since Patti had sucked the cum from his heavy balls, he'd been seeing her in a new light. She was now much more than his little girl, she was a seductive nymphet with cock-sucking, pouty red lips, a round, jiggly ass, and the tenderest, sweetest tasting little pussy he'd ever seen or tongued.

Patti was waiting for him to leave, but he just stared at her in a way she'd never seen before. Then he bent and turned on the taps in the tub.

"You know, Patti, years ago, when you were little, I used to give you your bath. You liked it so much, you'd cry for me to come in and soap you up."

"Gee, that was a long time ago, Daddy. But remember Mom said I was getting too big, and that's about all."

"You don't remember?" He looked hurt. "I never thought you'd forget."

"I'm grown-up now," she reminded him, giggling.

"That doesn't mean we can't have fun like we used to," Jack said. "Come on, I'll wash you. It'll help you remember. You'll see, it'll all come back."

Before the surprised teenager could protest, he lifted the nighty over her head, trying to keep his hands from shaking, and then turned to check the temperature of the water. His mouth was dry from the glimpse he'd had of Patti's slender body.

Patti gasped as she suddenly found herself naked before her father. "Daddy!" she squealed, trying to cover her plump tits and sparsely-haired cunt. "Ohhh, don't look!" she wailed.

"In you go!" Jack said, turning and grabbing her by the waist. He lifted her easily and gently deposited her in the half-filled tub.

She was being silly, of course, she told herself, trying to rationalize her father's actions. He was her father, after all. The nuns in her Catholic school had taught her the meaning of shame and "dirty parts" early in life. They hadn't taught her much else.