Incest Games Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Jenny had been busy playing bartender all night, and had watched her

brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he stayed between their

mother and father, a buffer so that their fight wouldn't really get

started.

They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids, Jenny

saw, and before the evening was over, everybody was more or less

enjoying themselves. There had been only a few sly cuts, and even those

lessened as the night wore on, helped considerably by the double

strength drinks Jenny mixed.

Maybe her mom and dad felt a little guilty, she thought, especially

with their kids so obviously trying to make a family type party of the

occasion. They'd talked about rock music and how things were shaping up

for the Fall school term, and about other kids, but the conversation

steered away from what was on all their minds--the impending divorce.

If mom had said anything about who was taking over, about which one was

going to get what kid, Jenny thought that the whole bit would have

blown up right then and there. Neither she nor Travis wanted to hear any

of that splitting up crap. They couldn't allow it to happen, even if

the plan failed.

But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had to keep

telling herself that it was going to work out, that her father had to

feel the same way about her. She watched him and knew a thrill of

anticipation as she saw him getting smashed.

If she hadn't made it with Travis, if she hadn't swung with her own

brother and gotten into that wild tangle with him and Jean, maybe she

wouldn't have the nerve to try what was coming up. But she had to go

through with it now; if she didn't, her mother and father would keep

moving toward that damned divorce.

"Well," her mom said, "it's been a nice night, but I'm pooped, and

drank too much of that juice. I'm going to bed. Night, kids."

Jenny noticed that her mom didn't tell her dad good night, and glanced

quickly at Travis. He looked away, his face down, and she threatened him

in her head, because they had the plan already set. She was going into

her dad's room, after he was asleep, and Travis was supposed to do the

same, only he was to sneak into their mom's bedroom. The way they had

figured it out, dad would think it was mom snuggling to him, and mom

would think it was dad.

If they didn't truly hate each other, then they would get it on, and

just because they screwed didn't mean they had to call off all the

legal machinery. Jenny took a deep breath. "I'll clean up," she said.

"You can go to bed, too, dad."

Mom was already halfway up the stairs, her sleek butt swinging from

side to side, those long legs flashing, when dad climbed out of his

chair. "Might as well," he said. "Nowhere else to go."

He was so good looking, she thought, and moved like a kid half his age.

Her father looked impossibly Nordic, with pale blonde hair and green

eyes; he was six feet tall, and a well muscled 200 pounds, with no

paunch. It was a wonder that women didn't fight over him.

Jenny didn't think that was the trouble between her parents, other

women. It was just something that had grown sharp and ugly over the

years, like a sickness. But if they wouldn't do anything about it, the

kids would. Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Jenny felt the stuff burn

all the way down. She needed a little extra courage, but before she

could pour herself another shot, she looked up and saw her father

watching.

"You're a good kid, Jenny," he said. "Some guy is going to be mighty

lucky."

"Thanks, dad."

Into an awkward silence, Travis said: "I'm hungry. I'll grab a bite to

eat and be up later."

They saw their father climb the stairs heavily, swaying a bit, and when

he was out of sight Jenny hissed: "Later, hell! Don't you dare cop out

now. Here, take a drink with me, and I'll go upstairs in a few minutes,

after he's had time to fall asleep."

She and her brother downed some whiskey, both making faces and

shuddering at the taste. Jenny felt the warmth spreading in her tummy

and moving down her legs, but she didn't need any more alcohol. She was

keyed up and alert now, fighting down the hot trembles that raced over

her taut flesh from time to time.

Travis said, "You're really going to do it."

And she answered, "Right on--and you'd better do it, too--or you'll be

back to jacking off. I'll never screw you again, and that's a promise."

"Okay," he said, surrendering. "I guess I'm just scared shitless."

"Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm. "But this is our big

chance, Travis, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop that damned

divorce. Help me clean up here, and concentrate on how it will be,

sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great body."

She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and wondered if the

hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde of his head. She

wondered if his penis would be big in comparison to Travis's, and to the

two other boys she had screwed. A pulse in her throat beat wildly as

she tried to picture a really large cock and what it would do inside

her eager pussy.

Her throat was tight as she said, "It's time. I--I'll go up first and

take a quick shower, then sneak into his room. You do the same in mom's

room."

Her brother said, "Yeah, sis. Funny thing--I have a hard on, but it's

as much from thinking of you and dad fucking, as for me and mom."

Jenny kissed him, pressed the pulsing length of her body to his, and

felt the erect staff of his prick against her belly. She rolled her

hips and ground her pelvis into it, but laughed and pulled swiftly

away. "Save it for mom. Okay, here I go."

Bathing quickly in her shower, Jenny scented her body with her

favorite perfume, a sexy, clinging odor. She dabbed it on the hard

nipples of her tits and in her freshly shaven armpits, then drew a line

down her trembling belly to the deeply curling hairs of her pussy.

Would he like her? Would he think she was a fine, hot piece of ass? Oh,

she hoped so. She had wanted him to fondle her for years, to feel his

hands on every part of her aching body.

Jenny put on her only sexy robe, then pulled it off and simply wrapped

a bath towel around her body. She could always scoot out in a hurry, if

things didn't work out, but she closed off her mind to that

possibility. It was going to be all right, she just knew that.

But her knees were shaking when she softly turned the knob of his door

and let herself into the totally dark room. Standing still, trying to

adjust to the deep blackness inside, Jenny's nostrils flared at the

subtle odors of man--shaving lotion, leather, tweed, man-sweat.

She heard him turn on the bed, heard his heavy breathing and knew he

was asleep. Forcing her legs to obey, she moved step by faltering step

across the room to the big bed and sank down upon the edge of the

mattress, her heart threatening to explode.

He was under the sheet, and she carefully lifted it to slide her legs

beneath the covering. When her weight was on the bed, when the bath

towel was dropped upon the floor and she was head to foot naked in the

same bed with her daddy, Jenny's mind gave an exultant leap. She was

halfway home, moving into a lifelong dream that wasn't a dream now, but

something very real.

Turning onto her left side, Jenny eased out a hand, felt toward the

warmth and bulk of her father's body. He didn't move when she touched

his chest, and she let her fingers rest lightly upon the hairy expanse

of it, moving up and down with the rhythm of his breath. Daringly, she

allowed her hand to drift downward as he lay upon his back, and felt

very gently into the curving of his belly.

She shivered then, for a fingertip had brushed against something else,

a softness lying limply against his pelvis. The head of her daddy's

cock! Would he feel that and awaken? Breathlessly, she waited, but he

didn't move. Jenny grew braver and took the flaccid thing in her hand.

It was very big, she discovered; even in this comatose state, her

father's prick was long and thick and for a moment she knew a thrill of

fright. What if it was too big, and she couldn't take it into her small

pussy? Would it hurt, ripping and tearing her delicate vagina? Or would

she be able to stretch herself around it?

Caressing the dormant meat, she felt it growing slowly, almost

imperceptibly heavier beneath her touch. The head of it began to swell,

expanding continually until she thought that it might never stop. The

shaft thickened and veins writhed along its impossible length as blood

gorged there. It filled her hand and she thought dizzily that no man's

prick could actually be so big.

But there it was, a mighty engine of sex moving under her fingers,

lifting to its full and majestic size. She was afraid, and her hand

dipped to the hairy sack below, to probe the balls that were filling

with fluids. They were huge, too, and she wondered how much semen they

could pump, wondered if his ejaculation would be something like the

release of a fire hose.

"Uhh," her father muttered, and she jerked her hand away as if his cock

was a burning pole. He rolled over, turned on his side facing her, and

one big arm came out and down across her body.

Heart racing, she lay quietly as his warm breath fanned her face, but

he was still sound asleep. Only now, his gigantic glans was shoved

against her tummy, and she could feel the velvet texture of the head on

her skin. There was something else--a vague stickiness that she

recognized as the same kind of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from her

brother's prick before they fucked.

Her own pussy was damp, throbbing with a deep-seated need that only

this man's cock could ease, and her fears departed. The nipples of her

tits were so swollen that they pained, and it seemed as if the breasts

themselves had grown with her desire. Jenny lifted her left knee high

and placed it carefully down upon her daddy's sleeping form.

Inching forward, she pushed the sizzling mound of her snatch against

the base of his cock and luxuriated there for long, rapturous moments.

But the urgency to be fucked was raging within her excited cunt, and

she adjusted her position, sliding upward until she could feel the

mammoth head of the prick nestling against her pubic hair.

Jenny's right hand probed down and gripped the shaft, just below the

flanges of the cockhead. Shaking all over, she urged her cunt lips to

it, while her hand guided the blunt glans tip into the steaming labia.

Wet and slippery, her pussy lips received the big knob, and Jenny

pushed down with her crotch. So big, so big--but her cunt was avid, and

when she wiggled a little, the head began to slowly but surely

penetrate.

She moved her hand to the cheek of her father's firm ass, holding there

as her pussy struggled to take in the huge bulb of his prick.

Drawing him closer, slipping her right hand under his neck, she pulled

her crotch tighter to him and bore down heavier, forcing the head of

his cock deeper and deeper into the hot and hungry stretching of her

pussy. It went on, bored inside the elastic barrier of her giving

labia. Jenny felt the inner lips spreading wide, and with one more

hard shove, she suddenly had the knob inside her vagina.

Oh, it was good! It was marvelous, terrific, and she rolled her ass to

drive the thing ever deeper. The thick shaft followed easily, and then

it was home, then it was buried inside her expanded cunt. Up to the

roots, up to the hilt it went, thrilling and lovely. She knew the hairy

caress of his full balls as the crack of her ass snugged them close,

and gasping, she drew her daddy's face down to press his mouth to a

nipple.

Jenny wiggled slowly, in ecstasy, upon the huge prick now jammed in

her pussy. She was packed tightly with the beautiful meat, filled to

capacity by the gorgeous shaft that prodded against the entrance to her

cervix. Her entire belly seemed to be crammed with cock and that was

just how she wanted it, because it was her own daddy's cock--thick and

hard, long and powerful.

It slipped back and forth as her love oils greased it more, and every

short stroke caressed her clit, sending blazing excitement throughout

her body. Then Jenny flinched as her father's mouth opened to suck in

her nipple, as his tongue licked hotly over the sensitive nub. His arms

came around her and his crotch surged strongly against her own,

thrusting his prick solidly home.

"Ooohh!" Jenny gasped as the force of the thrust shook her entire

body.

Her daddy said around her tit, "So you couldn't hold off any longer.

You needed this big prick, didn't you? Here--and here--take it,

Sherry!"

He was awake, she realized in shock. Her father was awake, but thought

he was fucking her mother. Jenny was her own mom at that crazy moment,

writhing and bucking to take the mighty hammering of her husband's

cock. But she was Jenny, too--and fucking on her own, giving savage

twists and heaves when the gigantic cock bored deep, chasing after it

when it backed off for another stroke.

Her left heel dug into the hairy valley of his ass to give her a better

grip and more leverage. She dug sharp nails into his muscled back, too,

and to keep him from recognizing who she was, burrowed her face into

the matting of his chest. Jenny bit gently into the hairy flesh,

tasting the flavors of his skin, tasting the spices of her father's

body.

Head spinning, sucking for air, she fucked him with a maddened and

furious abandon, gyrating her belly and banging her pelvis into his.

"Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oh--ahh! Oh yes, yes--I--I'm going to come! I

can't hold off any longer--ahh--oh--OH! Coming--I'm COMING!"

He fed the glorious meat into her shuddering cunt with quick, hard

thrusts, grunting as he did so: "You bitch! You hot assed, horny bitch!

You love to fuck--love to fuck me. AHH! I'm letting it go into you--

letting it all go!"

Her orgasm crested sweetly over her squirming body, fluttering deeply

within her filled cunt, spasming out from the complete stimulation of

her clitoris. Jenny's asshole snapped tight as a released rubber band,

and it was at that climactic moment that she felt the roaring discharge

of her father's embedded prick.

Hot and jetting, the semen pounded wetly against her womb and spurted

strongly over the walls of her flexing vagina. Her daddy's come was a

geyser that bathed her pussy from one end to the other, that drowned

her undulating pussy in the boiling cream forced up from his leaping

balls.

She must have fainted, because the next she knew, she was trying to

swim up from a deep pool of warmth, from a lovely depth of ecstasy.

Eyes blurred, she protested weakly when the wonderful prick was

withdrawn slowly from the jealous gripping of her inflamed pussy. She

felt the hot and sticky wetness along her thigh as an overflow of semen

followed the head.

Somehow then, she was on her back, sucking for air, her entire body

throbbing with joy, her cunt twitching inside as the come soaked into

its tissues. Dimly, she heard his voice, and wanted to tell him she

loved him, loved him. But he was saying something, shaking her--and

then there was a burst of light that hurt her eyeballs.

"What? Damnit--I thought--no, I knew you weren't Sherry. But--but I

never had any idea--oh hell. What are you doing here, baby? What made

me rape my own little girl?"