My father had passed away. It was sudden. He was only forty-six years old. I was rejoicing. I hated him. My name is Hanna. There are four of us children of Charles and Dana. I am the oldest at twenty-four. Next is Geena who is twenty-tow, and then Frida at twenty-one. They are both in college now. I graduated from the same school. Our brother, Eric, is nineteen and has graduated from high school. My Mom is forty-five and still quite beautiful.
My father was a bastard. When I was eighteen he took me aside and told me, in very clear terms, that he was paying my way through college, as he would for all of his children. But, the catch was I had to give him a blow job and then let him fuck me for as long as he wanted that night. I knew it was coercion, and I could have said no, but I knew I would never pay my way through an expensive college like the one our family all attended. I am ashamed to say that I just considered it a pay for play proposition. I got what I wanted and so did he.
That night I gave the first and last cock sucking of my life. I was a lesbian. I had always known that, I think. But I did as he wished and I drank all of his come, gagging and retching all the time. And then I let him fuck me. That was also the only time a man had been in my pussy. I hated him from that time forward, but I told no one about it. I was ashamed of my weakness.
While I was at college it was policy that each student had a different roommate each year. I was glad to stay in the dormitories for four years, with a different girl each year. And each of them was lots of fun. Oh, they weren't all lesbians like me, but they all loved sex, and we had a great deal of lusty nights together.
After college I moved back into my parents' home. I avoided my father and felt a great deal of sorrow for my mother. She had to live with him as his wife. It must have been horrid for her. Out of family pride he gave me a job, but I still hated him with a passion.
Then he died and our lives changed completely.
After the funeral all of the family gathered at our house. After they had spent the day and evening we all went to our own bedrooms. I was the last to go up to my room because I was helping Mom by locking up and making sure everything was taken care of downstairs.
I was walking down the upstairs hallway. It was carpeted so no one could hear me. I was going towards my room at the end of the hall. As I passed Geena's room I heard what could only be muffled crying. The entire house was sound proofed. Only from under the doors could any sound pass. That was because they didn't quite meet the carpet. I had often wondered why my father had the house built that way.
Of course, I stopped, tapped on the door, and heard the sobbing stop. Then Geena came to the door, wearing a teddy and nothing underneath. I had not thought of my sister in sexual terms before, but, they say that funerals bring out odd feelings in people. I started lusting for my pretty sister, with her page boy haircut and her lovely, perky breasts and long, dancer's legs.
"I heard you, Geena, so don't tell me I didn't. What are you crying for. Not that asshole of a father we had."
"You thought he was an asshole, too, Hanna? I thought I was the only one. No, I wasn't crying for him. I was crying for joy. Really, I hated him and I am just crying with happiness that he died so young."
"Tell me about it, Geena."
So, she told me how when she became eighteen father did the same thing to her that he did to me. She had to give him a blow job and then fuck him all night, or she wouldn't go to college. She, too, had thought it was coercion, but she had actually enjoyed it. She felt a great deal of shame for having loved sucking off our father, and then enjoying the fucking he gave her. She had actually wanted more.
