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Try as she might, Emmy just could not make sense of her world. She'd been trying, desperately trying, since that night she caught her mother and brother having sex on the couch. At first, she thought she must be mistaken about what she saw, but the longer she watched the more evident it became that what Emmy saw was exactly what she thought it was. Her mother was fucking her brother, Davey, she loving it.
It was like Emmy had fallen into a porn movie version of her life. Actors had taken over, playing the roles of her family members, and they just weren't quite right. She studied her mother and her brother and mostly they seemed normal. The telltale signs came when they thought no one was looking. There was a touch here and a glance there. Now that she was attuned to it, their desire for each other seemed so obvious to Emmy.
One afternoon, Emmy came home early, quietly slipping into the house. She didn't want to admit it?even to herself?but she wanted to see if she could catch her mother and brother in the act again. She closed the front door as softly as she could and padded into the kitchen. Davey and her mom weren't having sex, but he was snuggled by behind their mom, holding her by the hips. It was obvious he was grinding into her, while kissing her neck. Emmy heard her mother sigh softly. If she hung back and waited, she suspected they would go at it again, but she lost her nerve. Emmy backed out of the room, retreated to the front door and loudly slammed it shut. When she returned to the kitchen, her mother and brother were separated. Davey looked annoyed, while her mom was red in the face and her glasses were askew. Emmy secretly enjoyed the way her mother stammered when she asked what they were up to. Davey just left the room, looking frustrated.
That night in bed. Emmy chided herself for being a coward. She should have let things unfold. Perhaps she could have watched Davey screw their mother on the kitchen table. Just the thought of it made Emmy's heart pound, and soon she was slipping her hand inside her cute little Pink sleeping shorts. Emmy ran a fingertip between her soft folds and gasped, closing her eyes to imagine her mother and brother together.
At first, Emmy pictured her mom on her back on the kitchen table, her legs forming a V in the air, while Davey hammered between her legs. Their mother was naked, her tits jiggling every time Davey thrust into her. Emmy licked her lips and gasped as she stroked the tight little nub of her clit. In the fantasy, Davey looked over and winked at Emmy, shocking her. She whimpered as pleasure burned between her thighs and she felt dirty.
Emmy shifted to reality, remembering how their mother rode Davey on the couch in the family room. Emmy had a side view that night, giving her a perfect position to see her mother and brother having sex. Their mom clutched the back of the couch as she slowly rode Davey, pure ecstasy on her face. Her breasts swayed like ripe coconuts hanging from a tree as she moved on top of her son. Their mom really did have a great body, especially for being in her 40s. And she was beautiful. Emmy could understand Davey forming a crush on her?if she wasn't their mother. It was just so wrong! But who was Emmy to judge? Now that she saw how much their mother enjoyed Davey's cock, Emmy couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to feel him inside her.
She turned her face into her pillow as she cried out in orgasm, rapidly stroking her clit. She didn't howl the way her mother did when she came on Davey's cock, but Emmy was still afraid someone might hear. Warmth flooded her body and Emmy realized that underneath her confusion and disgust, she was jealous. If her handsome brother?and now she saw just how handsome Davey was?wanted to screw a family member, Emmy thought it should be her. She told herself she'd never actually do it, but she wanted to be wanted. She chewed her bottom lip and wondered what it would be like to lose her virginity to her big brother. She'd always wanted to lose it to someone special. Who was more special than her brother? No, she thought. Ick!
As the days passed and Emmy couldn't think of anything else, she became determined to catch her brother and mother in the act again. She promised herself she would not chicken out this time if she caught them in the beginning. In her crazier fantasies, she even saw herself joining them, even though that would never happen. Every night that week, Emmy went to her friend's house and came home early, slipping back into the house silently. When she didn't find her mother and brother going at it, she was disappointed and went to her room to fantasize and touch herself. It took almost a week, but one night Emmy crept home and finally caught her family members in the act. It just wasn't the family members she was expecting!
Emmy was so caught up in her drama over Davey and their mother Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34nda.com/) that she didn't give her sister and father much thought. She mostly saw them as an impediment to getting what she wanted. Obviously, for Davey to get together with their mother they needed to be alone. Emmy never considered sharing what she'd discovered. She didn't want to hurt their dad, and she wasn't that close to Mandy. Honestly, she thought her sister was kind of a bitch.
The house was dark when Emmy came home that night. The minivan wasn't in the driveway, so she thought their mother must be out. Disappointed, she forgot about stealth and went through to the kitchen to get a drink. Emmy finally heard the sounds from upstairs and froze with her hand on the refrigerator handle. The sounds were unmistakable. Someone was having a good time upstairs.
Emmy ran through the options. Davey could have a girl over, but she hated thinking that he would cheat on their mother. She chuckled at that. It was more like their parents were out and Mandy had brought a boy home. It wasn't what she was looking for, but it would do. Now that she'd discovered her voyeuristic side, Emmy couldn't stop herself from sneaking upstairs.
The sounds were coming from Mandy's room, verifying her suspicions. Emmy shared a common bathroom with her sister, so she crept through her room and into the dark bathroom. The door into Mandy's room was closed, but not latched, so she eased it back, praying it wouldn't squeak on its hinges. Mandy was so busy going to town with whoever was in her bedroom she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. Mostly male grunts and moans of encouragement came from her sister's room. Emmy got the door open and pressed against the wall to look into her sister's room.
"How was that?" Mandy asked, kneeling on the bed. Her long brown hair fell halfway to her tight, round butt. The big guy in front of her was mostly blocked from view by her body.
Emmy was envious of her older sister's body and she had a great view of it as Mandy was naked. Mandy had a smaller butt, but only because Emmy's was more muscular from years of soccer. Emmy's butt was more like their mom's, only tighter at 18. Mandy had a narrower body in general, while Emmy was taller, with longer legs and more of a swell at the hips. Mandy had larger boobs too, a full C-cup?Emmy knew from comparing their bras?which Emmy wished she had. Emmy's boobs were a pert handful, capped by pale pink nipples, and boys liked them, but they didn't stare at her chest the way they did at her sister's?or even her mother's. Their mom still had great breasts. The sisters looked alike too, with the same blue, feline eyes of their mother, but Emmy had their dad's narrower nose, which was dusted by freckles her sister didn't have.
"Unbelievable. I still can't believe we're doing this, baby." The gruff voice sounded so familiar, but it was like Emmy's brain refused to match it to its owner.
"I guess I have to make you believe then, Daddy," Mandy answered, bending back down.
Mandy's tight butt pointed right at Emmy, and looking over her sister's bobbing brunette head, Emmy saw an evil grin on her father's face. Emmy slid away from the door and stumbled back into the bathroom, catching herself on the sink. She thought she was going to be sick and bent over the sink, clutching it tightly as she tried to get control. She stared into the dark sink and thought, Not Daddy! No!
Her family was a pack of perverts. There was nothing else for Emmy to think. First she found out her mother and brother were having sex, and now here was her sister going down on her father. Emmy reeled. She bent at the waist and fought against hyperventilating.
No! No! No! It can't be! This one hit Emmy so much harder. She had such a special attachment to her father. He was daddy. He was her protector. Mandy's protector, too. Daddy was supposed to be scaring off boys who wanted to sleep with his daughters, not keeping them to fuck them himself. Daddy wasn't supposed to see them that way. She and Mandy were supposed to be Daddy's precious jewels. Daddy was her safe place. Life would never make sense again. A thought floated into her brain like a slow-moving fog. Does Daddy want to fuck me too? In her crazy new world, it bothered Emmy to think that her daddy wanted to screw her sister but not her. If Daddy wanted Mandy, he had to want her to. It was impossible, but in a flash Emmy went from being horrified to jealous. The competitiveness she'd always felt with her sister came right to the forefront. Emmy was probably in shock, unable to think clearly, but now she wanted Daddy to desire her as much as he desired her sister.
Moving like a statue come to life, Emmy went back to the doorway. Her brain screamed to run away, but her body had its own ideas. It would not let her turn away. She looked through Bostancı Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) the doorway to see Mandy was still going down on their dad. Daddy stroked Emmy's hair and stared down at her, groaning. Mandy's butt wiggled at Emmy, her sex peeking out from between her thighs, as the room filled with wet, sloppy sucking sounds.
"Aww...fuck baby...fuck...you love it..." Dad moaned. His eyes were hooded with unbridled lust.
Emmy had gone down on a couple boys, but she never got a reaction like her sister was producing from their father. She wondered what Mandy was doing to him that she didn't know about. Their dad seemed completely under Mandy's power.
"Fuck...those are my balls...suck my balls, baby girl...fuck yes..."
"Does Mom suck your balls like this, Daddy?" Mandy teased.
"Mandy...baby...don't..."
"Does she, Daddy? Does she get down deep like this?"
"Aww...baby...nooo..."
Emmy cursed her imperfect view. What was Mandy doing? Okay, she sucked their father's balls, but what else was she doing? How did Mandy go deep? Emmy felt excluded and it made her angry. She was on the outside looking in and as much as it shamed her, she realized she wanted to be on the inside. I must be as perverted as the rest of them, she thought.
Dad shifted and held Mandy's head in both hands. Instead of Mandy going down on him, he used her mouth, lifting his hips from the bed to fill her mouth. The sounds from her sister's mouth grew even sloppier, like she was slurping on their dad's cock and Emmy stared at the back of Mandy's head, as if he could see right through it. Dad pumped harder and choking sounds came from Mandy's throat.
"That's it, baby girl. You wanted Daddy's cock? Take it nice and deep now. Show Daddy you really want it. You really fucking want it, don't you, Mandy girl? You're gonna get it all. You're gonna choke on Daddy's cock."
Emmy was shocked by their dad's tone. What was Daddy's doing? It was bad enough he was doing it at all, but shouldn't he be loving with his daughter? If she was with her Daddy, Emmy would want to make love to him, not have her mouth fucked. She could never handle the abuse her sister was taking. But Mandy never slowed or pushed away. Gurgling sounds came from Mandy, like she was trying to answer her father through her mouthful of cock. Mandy's whole body trembled, but she still let their father use her mouth. Emmy thought she should intervene, but then Daddy let Mandy go.
Mandy rolled onto her side, coughing and shaking. Daddy looked dazed, like he couldn't believe his own behavior. Emmy's concerns for her sister ceased when she heard Mandy laugh wetly.
"Damn, Daddy. Do you fuck Mom's mouth like that? I know she's fun, but no way she could handle that," Mandy chuckled.
"Don't talk about your mother that way," Daddy said.
"Why not? She's a woman. I bet she sucks your dick. I know that goes away in some marriages, but I better Carol still sucks a mean dick."
"Mandy, stop," their father warned.
"Oh, so I can suck your dick. And you can fuck me, but we can't talk about Mom? That's the line? What are you gonna do, spank me, Daddy?" Mandy sounded like she was having fun.
"Maybe. If you can't behave yourself."
"I think I'm behaving very well right now, Daddy. Aren't I your favorite now? Emmy doesn't make you feel good like this, does she?"
"Your sister isn't like you."
Mandy moved up and straddled their father, grinding her naked pussy against his cock. "Like what? A good daughter slut?"
"You know what you are," Daddy said.
"And you like me this way, Daddy. Don't even try to deny it."
Mandy cut off any further protest by kissing him. Daddy grabbed her ass hard. Emmy couldn't help thinking, I could take care of you, Daddy! I want to make you feel good! It was sick and she wished she hadn't thought it, but Emmy couldn't control her dirty thoughts. She tingled all over. Emmy needed what her mother and sister were getting. Why didn't her brother or father try to fuck her? Emmy was 18 now. She was old enough. She pushed a hand inside her loose soccer shorts and panties, rubbing her mound. A hissing moan slipped from her lips. Yes, she thought her family was sick and fucked up, but Emmy didn't want to be left out.
"Show me how much you like it, Daddy. I'm so wet for you. I know you want a taste."
"Fuck, Mandy. What am I going to do with you?" Daddy groaned.
"You're going to make me come, and then you're going to fuck me, Daddy."
Mandy flipped around on the bed, agile as an acrobat, and pushed her cunt back to her father's face. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back tightly to his face. Mandy hung her head, chestnut hair falling all around her face, and moaned. "Mmm, that's it, Daddy. Lick your little girl's puss."
Emmy decided this was all her sister's fault. Erenköy Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) Mandy was so dirty, like some kind of porn star. She couldn't explain what was going on with Davey and Mom, but this was down to her sister. She was sure Mandy seduced their Dad. And if Mandy could do it, so could Emmy. She didn't have her sister's experience, but she was sure she could get their father in bed if she tried. Emmy just didn't think she had the nerve.
Watching her sister's tits hang forward, Emmy reflected that they really were great. They jiggled nicely as Mandy gyrated back at their father's face. Mandy worked her hips like she was twerking.
"That's it, Daddy! Right there! Right there! Yes! Oh, Daddy! Yes! Daddy!" Mandy cried.
It was too intense for Emmy. This was so much hotter than watching Davey and Mom. There was no glass between them and she could hear her sister and father clear as day. And Mandy was just incredible. Emmy wondered if their mother was like this too. She'd only seen her with Davey once. Could Mom go just as crazy as Mandy? If she did, did that mean Emmy had that crazy gene too? She had so many questions and no one to ask. But the questions didn't matter now. Now, all she wanted was to come. Her fingers worked her clit back and forth, flicking it wildly.
"Yes, Daddy, do it," Emmy whispered under her breath, pretending it was her riding her father's face.
The words were electric and the girl gasped as an intense orgasm rocked through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode the pleasure, sinking down until she was squatting on the floor, her fingers still busy with her pussy. She heard Mandy's moans and her sister's pleasure kept her own climax going. Emmy had never come like that before. It was incredible!
Emmy's eyes fluttered open and her heart almost stopped when she found Mandy staring right at her, a wicked grin on her lips. Mandy winked at her and screamed, "Daddy!" Emmy crabbed back into the darkness. She did know she fell so far forward when she came. Oh my god! Does Daddy know I'm here? What am I going to do?!? Emmy scrambled into the bathroom, pressing her back against the sink and drawing her legs up. Her heart pounded so hard from pleasure and fear that she thought she might pass out. She was only vaguely aware of Mandy talking to their dad in the other room. There was a noise and Mandy was standing over her. Mandy saw Emmy start and she pressed a finger to her lips. Mandy crouched down in front of her.
"Welcome to the family fun, sis," Mandy whispered.
"Wha...wha...what is going on?" Emmy stammered.
"You're not that naïve, not based on what you were doing while you spied on us. I'm impressed, Emmy. I didn't think a goody-two-shoes like you had it in you."
"I am not a goody-two-shoes!"
"Shh. You don't want Dad hearing you. He's still wrestling with his guilt over me. I don't think he could handle having his princess knowing he's a dirty, daughter-fucking pervert."
"You seduced him, didn't you?" Emmy accused.
"Trust me. Dad isn't doing anything he doesn't want to do. He might even want a crack at you, if you want it."
"He wouldn't!" Emmy softened. "Do you think?"
"It could be arranged. We'll talk later, sis. Right now, I'm going back in there and I'm going to rock Dad's world. You're welcome to watch...and do whatever you like. I'll make it a good show."
Mandy leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a seductive kiss, but it was more than sisterly. Emmy's lips tingled and she was more confused than ever. Mandy slipped out of the bathroom and in a couple minutes Emmy heard the bed rocking while Mandy begged their father to fuck her. Emmy was resolved to stay where she was, but curiosity got the better of her. Curiosity and lust. Hearing Mandy fuck their dad made Emmy burn with lust and jealousy. She crawled back to the door and the sight made Emmy thrust her hand right back into her panties.
Mandy was on her back with her legs in the air in a wide V and Daddy was on top of her, pounding away. Daddy grunted and groaned while he pounded his eldest daughter. Daddy was a big man and Emmy mostly saw him. His dad-bod didn't do much for her, but it was hot knowing he was depraved enough to screw his own daughter. It was the taboo that turned Emmy on, and she rubbed her clit furiously.
Daddy didn't last long. Before she knew it, he roared, and Emmy was sure he was coming. Emmy was used to high school boys who came in two seconds, so it wasn't shocking to her, but she wished it lasted longer. She wanted to see more. Daddy was climbed off Mandy and Emmy crawled away from the door, so he wouldn't see her. She retreated to her own bedroom and softly closed the door. Emmy fell onto her bed and resumed rubbing her pussy. She got herself off in record time.
Emmy lay on the bed, a weird swirl of emotions and wild thoughts. She'd never felt anything like it and couldn't wait to talk to her sister. She and Mandy weren't super close, but now they had something to bond over. Emmy had so many questions. Once Mandy answered them, she would decided what she wanted and beg her sister to help her get it.
It was like Emmy had fallen into a porn movie version of her life. Actors had taken over, playing the roles of her family members, and they just weren't quite right. She studied her mother and her brother and mostly they seemed normal. The telltale signs came when they thought no one was looking. There was a touch here and a glance there. Now that she was attuned to it, their desire for each other seemed so obvious to Emmy.
One afternoon, Emmy came home early, quietly slipping into the house. She didn't want to admit it?even to herself?but she wanted to see if she could catch her mother and brother in the act again. She closed the front door as softly as she could and padded into the kitchen. Davey and her mom weren't having sex, but he was snuggled by behind their mom, holding her by the hips. It was obvious he was grinding into her, while kissing her neck. Emmy heard her mother sigh softly. If she hung back and waited, she suspected they would go at it again, but she lost her nerve. Emmy backed out of the room, retreated to the front door and loudly slammed it shut. When she returned to the kitchen, her mother and brother were separated. Davey looked annoyed, while her mom was red in the face and her glasses were askew. Emmy secretly enjoyed the way her mother stammered when she asked what they were up to. Davey just left the room, looking frustrated.
That night in bed. Emmy chided herself for being a coward. She should have let things unfold. Perhaps she could have watched Davey screw their mother on the kitchen table. Just the thought of it made Emmy's heart pound, and soon she was slipping her hand inside her cute little Pink sleeping shorts. Emmy ran a fingertip between her soft folds and gasped, closing her eyes to imagine her mother and brother together.
At first, Emmy pictured her mom on her back on the kitchen table, her legs forming a V in the air, while Davey hammered between her legs. Their mother was naked, her tits jiggling every time Davey thrust into her. Emmy licked her lips and gasped as she stroked the tight little nub of her clit. In the fantasy, Davey looked over and winked at Emmy, shocking her. She whimpered as pleasure burned between her thighs and she felt dirty.
Emmy shifted to reality, remembering how their mother rode Davey on the couch in the family room. Emmy had a side view that night, giving her a perfect position to see her mother and brother having sex. Their mom clutched the back of the couch as she slowly rode Davey, pure ecstasy on her face. Her breasts swayed like ripe coconuts hanging from a tree as she moved on top of her son. Their mom really did have a great body, especially for being in her 40s. And she was beautiful. Emmy could understand Davey forming a crush on her?if she wasn't their mother. It was just so wrong! But who was Emmy to judge? Now that she saw how much their mother enjoyed Davey's cock, Emmy couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to feel him inside her.
She turned her face into her pillow as she cried out in orgasm, rapidly stroking her clit. She didn't howl the way her mother did when she came on Davey's cock, but Emmy was still afraid someone might hear. Warmth flooded her body and Emmy realized that underneath her confusion and disgust, she was jealous. If her handsome brother?and now she saw just how handsome Davey was?wanted to screw a family member, Emmy thought it should be her. She told herself she'd never actually do it, but she wanted to be wanted. She chewed her bottom lip and wondered what it would be like to lose her virginity to her big brother. She'd always wanted to lose it to someone special. Who was more special than her brother? No, she thought. Ick!
As the days passed and Emmy couldn't think of anything else, she became determined to catch her brother and mother in the act again. She promised herself she would not chicken out this time if she caught them in the beginning. In her crazier fantasies, she even saw herself joining them, even though that would never happen. Every night that week, Emmy went to her friend's house and came home early, slipping back into the house silently. When she didn't find her mother and brother going at it, she was disappointed and went to her room to fantasize and touch herself. It took almost a week, but one night Emmy crept home and finally caught her family members in the act. It just wasn't the family members she was expecting!
Emmy was so caught up in her drama over Davey and their mother Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34nda.com/) that she didn't give her sister and father much thought. She mostly saw them as an impediment to getting what she wanted. Obviously, for Davey to get together with their mother they needed to be alone. Emmy never considered sharing what she'd discovered. She didn't want to hurt their dad, and she wasn't that close to Mandy. Honestly, she thought her sister was kind of a bitch.
The house was dark when Emmy came home that night. The minivan wasn't in the driveway, so she thought their mother must be out. Disappointed, she forgot about stealth and went through to the kitchen to get a drink. Emmy finally heard the sounds from upstairs and froze with her hand on the refrigerator handle. The sounds were unmistakable. Someone was having a good time upstairs.
Emmy ran through the options. Davey could have a girl over, but she hated thinking that he would cheat on their mother. She chuckled at that. It was more like their parents were out and Mandy had brought a boy home. It wasn't what she was looking for, but it would do. Now that she'd discovered her voyeuristic side, Emmy couldn't stop herself from sneaking upstairs.
The sounds were coming from Mandy's room, verifying her suspicions. Emmy shared a common bathroom with her sister, so she crept through her room and into the dark bathroom. The door into Mandy's room was closed, but not latched, so she eased it back, praying it wouldn't squeak on its hinges. Mandy was so busy going to town with whoever was in her bedroom she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. Mostly male grunts and moans of encouragement came from her sister's room. Emmy got the door open and pressed against the wall to look into her sister's room.
"How was that?" Mandy asked, kneeling on the bed. Her long brown hair fell halfway to her tight, round butt. The big guy in front of her was mostly blocked from view by her body.
Emmy was envious of her older sister's body and she had a great view of it as Mandy was naked. Mandy had a smaller butt, but only because Emmy's was more muscular from years of soccer. Emmy's butt was more like their mom's, only tighter at 18. Mandy had a narrower body in general, while Emmy was taller, with longer legs and more of a swell at the hips. Mandy had larger boobs too, a full C-cup?Emmy knew from comparing their bras?which Emmy wished she had. Emmy's boobs were a pert handful, capped by pale pink nipples, and boys liked them, but they didn't stare at her chest the way they did at her sister's?or even her mother's. Their mom still had great breasts. The sisters looked alike too, with the same blue, feline eyes of their mother, but Emmy had their dad's narrower nose, which was dusted by freckles her sister didn't have.
"Unbelievable. I still can't believe we're doing this, baby." The gruff voice sounded so familiar, but it was like Emmy's brain refused to match it to its owner.
"I guess I have to make you believe then, Daddy," Mandy answered, bending back down.
Mandy's tight butt pointed right at Emmy, and looking over her sister's bobbing brunette head, Emmy saw an evil grin on her father's face. Emmy slid away from the door and stumbled back into the bathroom, catching herself on the sink. She thought she was going to be sick and bent over the sink, clutching it tightly as she tried to get control. She stared into the dark sink and thought, Not Daddy! No!
Her family was a pack of perverts. There was nothing else for Emmy to think. First she found out her mother and brother were having sex, and now here was her sister going down on her father. Emmy reeled. She bent at the waist and fought against hyperventilating.
No! No! No! It can't be! This one hit Emmy so much harder. She had such a special attachment to her father. He was daddy. He was her protector. Mandy's protector, too. Daddy was supposed to be scaring off boys who wanted to sleep with his daughters, not keeping them to fuck them himself. Daddy wasn't supposed to see them that way. She and Mandy were supposed to be Daddy's precious jewels. Daddy was her safe place. Life would never make sense again. A thought floated into her brain like a slow-moving fog. Does Daddy want to fuck me too? In her crazy new world, it bothered Emmy to think that her daddy wanted to screw her sister but not her. If Daddy wanted Mandy, he had to want her to. It was impossible, but in a flash Emmy went from being horrified to jealous. The competitiveness she'd always felt with her sister came right to the forefront. Emmy was probably in shock, unable to think clearly, but now she wanted Daddy to desire her as much as he desired her sister.
Moving like a statue come to life, Emmy went back to the doorway. Her brain screamed to run away, but her body had its own ideas. It would not let her turn away. She looked through Bostancı Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) the doorway to see Mandy was still going down on their dad. Daddy stroked Emmy's hair and stared down at her, groaning. Mandy's butt wiggled at Emmy, her sex peeking out from between her thighs, as the room filled with wet, sloppy sucking sounds.
"Aww...fuck baby...fuck...you love it..." Dad moaned. His eyes were hooded with unbridled lust.
Emmy had gone down on a couple boys, but she never got a reaction like her sister was producing from their father. She wondered what Mandy was doing to him that she didn't know about. Their dad seemed completely under Mandy's power.
"Fuck...those are my balls...suck my balls, baby girl...fuck yes..."
"Does Mom suck your balls like this, Daddy?" Mandy teased.
"Mandy...baby...don't..."
"Does she, Daddy? Does she get down deep like this?"
"Aww...baby...nooo..."
Emmy cursed her imperfect view. What was Mandy doing? Okay, she sucked their father's balls, but what else was she doing? How did Mandy go deep? Emmy felt excluded and it made her angry. She was on the outside looking in and as much as it shamed her, she realized she wanted to be on the inside. I must be as perverted as the rest of them, she thought.
Dad shifted and held Mandy's head in both hands. Instead of Mandy going down on him, he used her mouth, lifting his hips from the bed to fill her mouth. The sounds from her sister's mouth grew even sloppier, like she was slurping on their dad's cock and Emmy stared at the back of Mandy's head, as if he could see right through it. Dad pumped harder and choking sounds came from Mandy's throat.
"That's it, baby girl. You wanted Daddy's cock? Take it nice and deep now. Show Daddy you really want it. You really fucking want it, don't you, Mandy girl? You're gonna get it all. You're gonna choke on Daddy's cock."
Emmy was shocked by their dad's tone. What was Daddy's doing? It was bad enough he was doing it at all, but shouldn't he be loving with his daughter? If she was with her Daddy, Emmy would want to make love to him, not have her mouth fucked. She could never handle the abuse her sister was taking. But Mandy never slowed or pushed away. Gurgling sounds came from Mandy, like she was trying to answer her father through her mouthful of cock. Mandy's whole body trembled, but she still let their father use her mouth. Emmy thought she should intervene, but then Daddy let Mandy go.
Mandy rolled onto her side, coughing and shaking. Daddy looked dazed, like he couldn't believe his own behavior. Emmy's concerns for her sister ceased when she heard Mandy laugh wetly.
"Damn, Daddy. Do you fuck Mom's mouth like that? I know she's fun, but no way she could handle that," Mandy chuckled.
"Don't talk about your mother that way," Daddy said.
"Why not? She's a woman. I bet she sucks your dick. I know that goes away in some marriages, but I better Carol still sucks a mean dick."
"Mandy, stop," their father warned.
"Oh, so I can suck your dick. And you can fuck me, but we can't talk about Mom? That's the line? What are you gonna do, spank me, Daddy?" Mandy sounded like she was having fun.
"Maybe. If you can't behave yourself."
"I think I'm behaving very well right now, Daddy. Aren't I your favorite now? Emmy doesn't make you feel good like this, does she?"
"Your sister isn't like you."
Mandy moved up and straddled their father, grinding her naked pussy against his cock. "Like what? A good daughter slut?"
"You know what you are," Daddy said.
"And you like me this way, Daddy. Don't even try to deny it."
Mandy cut off any further protest by kissing him. Daddy grabbed her ass hard. Emmy couldn't help thinking, I could take care of you, Daddy! I want to make you feel good! It was sick and she wished she hadn't thought it, but Emmy couldn't control her dirty thoughts. She tingled all over. Emmy needed what her mother and sister were getting. Why didn't her brother or father try to fuck her? Emmy was 18 now. She was old enough. She pushed a hand inside her loose soccer shorts and panties, rubbing her mound. A hissing moan slipped from her lips. Yes, she thought her family was sick and fucked up, but Emmy didn't want to be left out.
"Show me how much you like it, Daddy. I'm so wet for you. I know you want a taste."
"Fuck, Mandy. What am I going to do with you?" Daddy groaned.
"You're going to make me come, and then you're going to fuck me, Daddy."
Mandy flipped around on the bed, agile as an acrobat, and pushed her cunt back to her father's face. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back tightly to his face. Mandy hung her head, chestnut hair falling all around her face, and moaned. "Mmm, that's it, Daddy. Lick your little girl's puss."
Emmy decided this was all her sister's fault. Erenköy Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) Mandy was so dirty, like some kind of porn star. She couldn't explain what was going on with Davey and Mom, but this was down to her sister. She was sure Mandy seduced their Dad. And if Mandy could do it, so could Emmy. She didn't have her sister's experience, but she was sure she could get their father in bed if she tried. Emmy just didn't think she had the nerve.
Watching her sister's tits hang forward, Emmy reflected that they really were great. They jiggled nicely as Mandy gyrated back at their father's face. Mandy worked her hips like she was twerking.
"That's it, Daddy! Right there! Right there! Yes! Oh, Daddy! Yes! Daddy!" Mandy cried.
It was too intense for Emmy. This was so much hotter than watching Davey and Mom. There was no glass between them and she could hear her sister and father clear as day. And Mandy was just incredible. Emmy wondered if their mother was like this too. She'd only seen her with Davey once. Could Mom go just as crazy as Mandy? If she did, did that mean Emmy had that crazy gene too? She had so many questions and no one to ask. But the questions didn't matter now. Now, all she wanted was to come. Her fingers worked her clit back and forth, flicking it wildly.
"Yes, Daddy, do it," Emmy whispered under her breath, pretending it was her riding her father's face.
The words were electric and the girl gasped as an intense orgasm rocked through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode the pleasure, sinking down until she was squatting on the floor, her fingers still busy with her pussy. She heard Mandy's moans and her sister's pleasure kept her own climax going. Emmy had never come like that before. It was incredible!
Emmy's eyes fluttered open and her heart almost stopped when she found Mandy staring right at her, a wicked grin on her lips. Mandy winked at her and screamed, "Daddy!" Emmy crabbed back into the darkness. She did know she fell so far forward when she came. Oh my god! Does Daddy know I'm here? What am I going to do?!? Emmy scrambled into the bathroom, pressing her back against the sink and drawing her legs up. Her heart pounded so hard from pleasure and fear that she thought she might pass out. She was only vaguely aware of Mandy talking to their dad in the other room. There was a noise and Mandy was standing over her. Mandy saw Emmy start and she pressed a finger to her lips. Mandy crouched down in front of her.
"Welcome to the family fun, sis," Mandy whispered.
"Wha...wha...what is going on?" Emmy stammered.
"You're not that naïve, not based on what you were doing while you spied on us. I'm impressed, Emmy. I didn't think a goody-two-shoes like you had it in you."
"I am not a goody-two-shoes!"
"Shh. You don't want Dad hearing you. He's still wrestling with his guilt over me. I don't think he could handle having his princess knowing he's a dirty, daughter-fucking pervert."
"You seduced him, didn't you?" Emmy accused.
"Trust me. Dad isn't doing anything he doesn't want to do. He might even want a crack at you, if you want it."
"He wouldn't!" Emmy softened. "Do you think?"
"It could be arranged. We'll talk later, sis. Right now, I'm going back in there and I'm going to rock Dad's world. You're welcome to watch...and do whatever you like. I'll make it a good show."
Mandy leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a seductive kiss, but it was more than sisterly. Emmy's lips tingled and she was more confused than ever. Mandy slipped out of the bathroom and in a couple minutes Emmy heard the bed rocking while Mandy begged their father to fuck her. Emmy was resolved to stay where she was, but curiosity got the better of her. Curiosity and lust. Hearing Mandy fuck their dad made Emmy burn with lust and jealousy. She crawled back to the door and the sight made Emmy thrust her hand right back into her panties.
Mandy was on her back with her legs in the air in a wide V and Daddy was on top of her, pounding away. Daddy grunted and groaned while he pounded his eldest daughter. Daddy was a big man and Emmy mostly saw him. His dad-bod didn't do much for her, but it was hot knowing he was depraved enough to screw his own daughter. It was the taboo that turned Emmy on, and she rubbed her clit furiously.
Daddy didn't last long. Before she knew it, he roared, and Emmy was sure he was coming. Emmy was used to high school boys who came in two seconds, so it wasn't shocking to her, but she wished it lasted longer. She wanted to see more. Daddy was climbed off Mandy and Emmy crawled away from the door, so he wouldn't see her. She retreated to her own bedroom and softly closed the door. Emmy fell onto her bed and resumed rubbing her pussy. She got herself off in record time.
Emmy lay on the bed, a weird swirl of emotions and wild thoughts. She'd never felt anything like it and couldn't wait to talk to her sister. She and Mandy weren't super close, but now they had something to bond over. Emmy had so many questions. Once Mandy answered them, she would decided what she wanted and beg her sister to help her get it.