My debuting tryst with mom ended when, at four in the morning, we heard a knock on the bedroom door. Mom casually put on her robe and I followed as she went to the door. As it opened, I saw dad and Najia, his arm going around her back. They too, were dressed in robes, and their condition told me the about their labours of the night past. Reddened eyes, puffy lips and an odd bite mark on Najo's neck gave me many unseen visions of their passionate night. Dad too looked tipsy and hazed. His arm, that held his daughter was moving subtly, but continuously, to caress her; on the belly while moving upward and downward.
"Congratulations, I hope that you enjoyed your first experience." Said Najia as she broke off from the arm of dad and came to embrace me.
I, despite knowing the fact that, was part of a very open and loving family, blushed and replied with a barely discernable nod.
"Darling, I hope that you did not make her addicted to your own kind." Said dad to mom while he came behind Najia and putting his hands around us.
"Its upto her, but I don't think that kind of addiction is part of the family traditions. By the way, did you not had Najia to your content last night? Why not you leave them alone for some time?" Mom replied with a smile.
Dad had other ideas. His hands, coming around Najia, were on my back. Through the flimsy material of my robe, under which I was bare, I felt him caress area on my upper back. It seemed, he was trying to know whether I was wearing anything underneath the robe or not. I was, off course buck naked under the robe and he must have realized it immediately.
Najia held me for sometime and when she got back, dad was there, standing in front of me, a bulge, quite prominent under his robe told me about his arousal. It was a strange feeling, me, his daughter was the most probable cause of his state of arousal. Tall, handsome face, broad-shoulders, and his slightly peppery hairs and so was my father. Just his looks made my blood rush faster in my body.
I waited, he held and when that moment became too long for me to bear, I stepped ahead and took hold of him. My arms going around him, my face bumping into his masculine chest as I managed to whisper, "I love you Dad." "I love you too, my baby-doll. I love you like your mom and sister." Dad said as he lowered his head.
I looked up and saw his eyes staring into mine, and the only thing visible in his eyes was a deep love, and a bit of lust. Again the moment lasted for a bit too long and seeing his reluctance and hesitation, I again took the initiative. Rising on the tips of my toes, I took my lips to his chin and kissed him.
Touch of my lips to his skin gave me a jolt, a jolt of pleasure. My state of arousal took an upward surge and I felt my crotch getting wetter. His mouth moved and he kissed me again on my left cheek. I felt his stubble, smelt his fragrance and was somewhat lost. In that state of him, I realized that dad has moved back suddenly as a result of something that my mom said, which I did not gather.
As I returned to my senses, I heard mom saying, "----------, let us now do something conventional and straight."
By this time dad had left me and was nearing mom. He took her into his arms, without any inhibitions whatsoever. He kissed her and she melted into his arms. Without any more words, they moved into the room and Najia pulled me out.
"Its now time to become normal. Nights are good for taboos but the daylight may reveal things to people who live around us." She said.
We moved arm in arm towards our rooms. On reaching Najia turned inside without saying anything to me. I kept on moving towards my own room and when I reached inside, I heard faint footsteps behind me. As I turned to shut the door of my room, I saw Najia following me. I stepped back and she moved in the room.
"I heard you telling me to get normal, now what. You seem to be going back on your words." I said.
"I was your roommate before and if someone sees me and you in the same room again, there won't be any upturned brows. You and dad in their room would definitely raise questions. Beside, there is still time before our innocent brothers wake up." Najia replied as she casually untied the sash that held her robe together.
In a moment the robe shimmered down her body and there she was in all her glory. Slightly shorter than me in height and curvier, she stood with hands on her hips, allowing me to ogle her to my content. Her skin was flawless but for some fresh bite-marks on her tits, thighs and neck. Her jet-black hairs were loose and came down to her lower back. Her neck, slightly tilted to the right, sat upon her thorax that was lovely. On her chest, globular but firm, were her tits with pink nipples that were much lighter in colour as compared to moms. More like me in colour, but definitely longer in length, her nipples were surrounded by aureoles that were not much distinctive to her pinkish skin tone. Her belly was firm and below was her slightly fuzzy bush. It seemed she gave particular attention to her "haircut".
My lusty view was interrupted as she moved forward. Her boobs juggling and making my heart stir. She came closer and closer and soon her right hand was on my shoulder. Taking it inward and downward, she soon placed a finger between the lapels of my robe. Slowly she moved it downward; brushing past my cleavage, down over my belly, and soon her finger forced the sash of my robe open. My cleavage became partially exposed and my bush was completely in view of Najia as front of my robe hung open. She slowly brought her both hands up and removed the robe and my whole body became exposed with the robe lying on the floor.
"Wow, you have such a fresh looking lovely body." Najia exclaimed as she started caressing undersides of my nubile boobs.
"Don't try to flatter me. I am already getting envious of your fullness." I replied, still scanning her luscious body.
Najia brought her hands over my shoulders and forced me to sit down while saying, "I have got a treat for you. I know you had tasted mom tonight, why not you taste dad as well."
Still a bit mesmerized by the events of the night, I was unable to comprehend her as she stood there with me staring straight at her cunt. A moment later, as I concentrated more, I understood her completely. Her pussy lips were wet and some white and gluey fluid smeared upon her rosy pink cunt lips.
Without much ado, I extended my tongue, lapped the remnants of dad's passion. It was different, it had to be from the juices of mom, and its taste was something that is from the depths of ocean. Salty in a strange kind of way, it was just wonderful. I did not take long to lick away the cum that stuck on the outsides of Najia's cunt.
