Good Girl Ch 05

This is the story of who I have become or perhaps who it is that I have always been. I tell you this now as my own reflection on the events to come. I found that often in the understanding of why I am here, I have needed to reflect on what happened to bring me to this place.

So mom and I could shop. I mean, yes, lots of girls like to shop with their moms and who doesn't like putting on cute outfits and all that. But what I mean is that, we hit the stores hard and we aren't afraid to buy things. For me, shopping was like showers, it put me in this space where I could take all the stuff going on in my head and thinking it through, while putting on cute bikinis and skirts!

I was in a dressing room trying on various halter tops when I noticed a small bruise on my shoulder. No big deal, I had another one on my right ass cheek. That one could be more problematic. What was I doing? I mean, yes, I have given in. Peter and I are whatever we are now. I don't think that could change and if it did, I am not sure I am ready to let it go yet. Not yet. Something was happening inside me. Even as I was trying on stuff, I was wet thinking about him and everything that had happened. How could I want more? Was I this insatiable slut that just wanted my brother now? Does a slut want to fuck her brother? I mean what is the definition of a slut? I looked down and with shock noticed that I really was wet. My panties were soaked.

I took my top off and pushed my boobs together. I was proud of them. I know I was at least in the top 5 at school for best rack-thank you mom for those genes. I wondered if Peter like to tit fuck. He seemed so bent on my ass, but then, I guess not a lot of time for experimentation if you are afraid your parents will find out. I think cumming all over my tits would be hot.

Ok focus Andrea. I was literally drenching myself.

"Andrea, how is it looking in there?" Mom asked suddenly.

Except for the lack of cum on my chest, pretty damn good. "Fine, I am just finishing up."

"Ok, good because I am starving!" Mom called back.

I got dressed quickly. I was honry as hell. No that wasn't it. I was horny as fuck. I felt like my pussy was dominating over half of my brain power. Is this what it is like to be a guy? Seriously must be tough.

I met back with my mom and we went to lunch, all our shopping bags in tow. We sat outside (I love Hawaii) and had some salads and ice tea. The sun felt good on my skin and my mom and I chatted about the trials of being a woman: finding outfits that fit, good razors and how to hide that pesky pant line.

"So I am surprised at you, Andrea," Mom said with a tinge of seriousness.

"Oh yeah? At what? I mean I can be pretty surprising," I replied coyly. Where was this going? Hopefully not where I think it is.

"You are ok talking about sex with your father, but not me," she cocked her head to the side. "I mean, woman to woman, you saw us together. Was that ok for you?"

I didn't know what to say. I mean, in a way no. But it did lead to some time in the shower with my brother. But is that what I tell her?

"Mom, it was fine. I am grown up, I am not unaware that you two do it," I said immediately followed by more tea.

She smiled at me, "I know sweetie but I have to be sure. I mean it is one thing to know your parents have sex, but it is another seeing your mom suck your father's dick."

"Mom!" I yelped. I looked around and sighed in relief at no one being too interested in our conversation.

She laughed," Sometimes I wonder how everyone in this family wound up being so prudish."

I frowned, so getting fucked in the ass very hard by your own brother two days in a row is prudish? I wonder what will happen if we decided to get wild.

"Look," Mom said getting more serious, "I know I haven't been great in recent days with the mom thing. When you and your brother were young, it was easy. Sports and movies and dancing and sleepovers. Now, I just feel a little bit at a loss you know? I guess with all this sex stuff, I am just saying be careful. You are such a pretty girl, I want to be sure you feel cherished you know?"

I smiled at her and nodded. There was something to that. I mean what the hell was I doing with Peter? Yes, it felt good and yes I am like an animal when I am around him, but maybe that doesn't make it right. I mean right? My stomach started to fill with butterflies again. But this time with something more: guilt.

Mom and I spent the next hour chatting about random stuff, but my mind worked on the problem at hand in the background. How do I stop this thing with Peter? How do I tell him I think it is wrong? I didn't know, but I had to and it was tearing me up inside.

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We got home sometime after 3. Dad and Peter had just finished playing some game, they were sweaty and shirtless and quite cute. Mom and I filled the house again with some feminine sensibility. I made sure not to make much eye contact at Peter, though it was hard. I managed to ignore him and went upstairs to look at what I bought and to try things on again.

I hated this feeling. I needed to talk to him and I knew if he came up to see me he would be looking to have me suck his cock, not tell him that we needed to stop. How do you break up with your brother? Is that a break up?

I slipped into my new bikini. Yeah this was probably a mistake. Of course when i bought it I was thinking about driving Peter crazy with it then seeing how many ways he could fuck me afterwards. Shit. Not only that, but this was a family vacation. Yeah so it wasn't like a string bikini, but my boobs and ass are on display. I am so fucked up. I should not be thinking about this. I miss the days when I could wear whatever I wanted and not be concerned that my brother was going to want to fuck me. I sat on the bed and felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. I didn't want to hurt him. More than that, something happened between us. It felt good. It felt right. But I knew it was wrong. I am such a bitch.

"Knock, knock," Dad said as he poked his head in my room.

I sniffed and looked up at him.

"Oh," he said looking away. "Are you dressed? I'm sorry..."

"Yes," I managed with a wavery voice.

He turned and looked at me. Here I was in a new black bikini with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Honey?" He said, his face immediately filling with concern. He closed the door and walked in. He wore a sweaty gym shirt and basketball shorts. "Are you ok?"

I looked at him and the water works started. I cried and looked away from him. I couldn't hold all this in anymore.

He sat down and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Shhhh" he said gently as he started to rock me back and forth.

He held me and I cried. Like every good dad, he said nothing and just let me do my thing. All the emotion hit me and I couldn't turn it off. I was dating some moron that didn't really love me, and at the same time fucking my brother because, why? I thought it was love? Now I had to break everything off. What the hell did I do? "Daddy?" I said finally.

"What honey?" He replied holding me very close.

"Would you still love me if you found out I did something bad?"

"Baby, I have loved you since always and I don't think you can do anything to make me stop."

I pressed against him and his hands slid down to my bare legs. They were warm and rough. I felt my heartbeat pick up a tick.

"But," I started, "What if it was like really bad? I mean like something un expected?"

"Shhh," he said again and he kissed the top of my head. "Andrea, you are my little darling. Whatever it is, I know it seems like so much. But it will pass, whatever this is." His hands slid up my thighs a bit.

I ran my hands along his arms. My heart was pounding. What the fuck was...

"Shhh," he said quietly as his hand ran up my thigh and to my pussy.

"Dad?" I started.

"Sweetie, relax...trust me." His voice soothed me. I let my legs open and his hot hand slid down under my bikini and he began stroking my pussy very slowly.

I felt goosebumps spring up my thighs and my arms. His fingers felt...so good. Gently and carefully he searched my lips and crevice. I felt myself getting wet. I let out a deep breath. My head was spinning.

"That's it," he said He found my clit with his finger and pressed it. I gasped. I never felt anyone touch me like this. "You are my gorgeous girl," he whispered in my ear. He rubbed my clit again and i opened my legs more.

He pushed me back to the bed, then slowly took down my suit bottoms. I felt his breath on my breasts and I looked at him as he ran his finger down my body then he kissed my left breast. He looked up at me as he pulled my top back and started to suck my nipple, then lightly bite it. With his other hand he started to finger me.

I felt like i was on fire. My pussy was just runny now and I arched my back as I felt the warmth of an orgasm approaching. He clutched my breast with one hand and started to suck my nipple while fingering me faster. I gasped for air and shook. Slowly, but completely the warmth of an orgasm ran over me. It shook me from deep in my body out into my fingertips. I let out a very soft sound as I came. My breast popped out of his mouth and he looked at me still, "That's it honey. Cum for me. Cum for your father. Cum again."

And I did. I shook and felt tears rolling down my cheeks. My body was in pure bliss. It was complete and I was melting.

The next thing I knew his mouth was on my pussy. I looked down at him as he licked and tongued me while his hands squeezed my breasts. I couldn't help but groan as his lips, then teeth found my clit and he started to suck.

My father sucked and tugged on my clit with his teeth. I slid my legs over his shoulders and put my hands over my mouth as I screamed into them. The orgasm rushed through me so fiercely, all I could do was buck my hips against his mouth as he ate my cunt. Never had I felt something like this. I looked down at him through blurred vision and I could feel his deep loving gaze. I was warm and wet and orgasm now came again and again as if I was on the beach getting blindsided by waves.

"Daddy," I managed speaking through my teeth. "Please...fuck me."

He took his perfect mouth off my pussy and looked up at me. I stared down at him. My wetness covered his face and his mouth was glistening.

"Please Daddy," I groaned staring down at him. "I...I need your cock."

He stood up and took down his shorts. I stared at his cock and instantly hungered for it. My mind went blank but for how much I wanted my father to fuck me.

He looked at me tenderly and stroked his dick with his right hand as if it could somehow get harder and bigger. I looked back and lifted my legs back as best as I could. His dick was something like I had never seen and yet I knew it was exactly what I always wanted. My mind was blank, I would do anything for that cock. I would let him do anything with it.

He guided it into my pussy and I was so wet he slid in easily and all the way. My father pushed all the way into me and I merely wrapped around him as he began to thrust. He wrapped his hands in my hair and stared into my eyes as he fucked me. He was not fast, but even and steady. His dick filled me each time and I came again as I knew it was hitting somewhere deep in my pussy I had never felt before. I just stared back at him.

"I..." he began in whispers "...have wanted to give you this...for so long."

His face was intense and loving. I looked back at him and took his cock. If I had a g-spot, he was hitting it with the tip of his cock, over and over again. He lifted my legs up, above his shoulders and continued driving into me. It felt so deep, so far down, all the way into my body. My orgasms just came over me, again and again as he steadily and deeply fucked me.

My abs and sides started to ache from orgasm. I was weakening as he kept on going. I just let my hands slide up to the bed post and I held it as best as I could, trying to give my dad full access to my body.

"That's it," he said in a whisper, "that's a good girl...fuck...I am gonna cum in you."

"Yes..." I moaned back. "Please...daddy...please cum."

His thrusts had steadily grown faster and seemingly deeper. Each one going so far into me, the tip of his cock hit something and made me weaker. I came again.

Then it happened.

"Oh my..." he let out a whisper and a groan as he began pumping his cum into me. With each thrust, his cock and balls emptied into my body. Again and again he thrust and pumped. I held onto the bed trying to take as much as I could. I wanted all of it, every single drop. I needed it more than anything.

He slowed his pace, trying to pump the last few times as deliberately as he could. Then, finally, he stopped and lay on top of me.

I was weak, exhausted, burning up and full of his cock and cum. I let go of the bed and held my father so tightly.

"You are such a good girl," he whispered into my ear. "You are such a good girl."