Eddy had been furious to see his father fucking his daughter. He'd told them often he didn't want Georgia with him. He was fuming, he knew there was only one thing to do.
He paced the floor while he called his sister, Becky. Becky was married now, but she loved to come home and visit with Eddy. They had been visiting each others rooms for years and his father hated when he fucked her.
She arrived within the hour, dressed to kill. Or to fuck, whichever she was here for. Her tight skirt was stretching up over her ass. She was very curvy and her hips and tits were every man's dream.
The top she wore was tight, revealing her bare chest beneath it. Her nipples were already hard and he could imagine she was wet between her legs too. She had told him before, her husband was good in bed. But, he wasn't as good as Eddy.
Eddy met her at the door. He was only wearing his boxers, he was ready to fuck her and piss off his dad. His cock was growing harder. Leading her up the stairs, he had the perfect view of her. She wasn't wearing any panties. Apparently, she was as ready for it as he was.
They stopped off in their father's office first. he sat as his desk, shocked on his face when he looked up and saw them.
"Dad we're heading off to bed now. Becky's spending the night."
Big Eddy stood, slamming a beefy fist off the desk. "You son of a bitch, I warned you not to fuck with her anymore."
She laughed, "Oh daddy, I'm still your girl. I'll stop over to your room before I head home."
