This is a work of fiction. Thank you to all the feedback on my first story. It has encouraged me to try this second chapter. How could I not when I was asked so nicely?
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I sat there stunned. My mind spinning with what had just happened. How would my daughter, Sandy, react if she found out who she had just had sex with? What would my wife think? Can this possibly happen again?
I suddenly flashed back to reality and realized I needed to get out of there quickly before my daughter and Becky left. I didn't want to take the chance they would spot my car in the parking lot. I gathered myself together and carefully peeked through the hole to make sure I wouldn't run into them in the hall as we both exited our respective booths. Sandy was still in Becky's arms. A look of satisfaction and contentment on her face.
I hurried from the booth and out to my car. I tried to calm myself as I returned home. My mind was fighting that by sending flashbacks of the feeling of my daughters cunt sliding onto my cock, gripping it tight. I'm not sure how many stop signs or traffic lights I ran during my day dreaming but the next thing I knew I was pulling into driveway. My wife's car was parked in the drive. Apparently she was back from her shopping trip with her sister. When I shut off the engine and started to get out I noticed that, during my day dreaming, my cock and taken on a mind of its own and had become incredibly stiff. This wouldn't work at all. How would I explain having a hardon to my wife? She may get the wrong idea about my thoughts of her sister.
I messed around in the car a bit, looking for this and that, willing my hardon to subside. "That was a great game yesterday," I thought to myself. After a few moments it finally helped and I was able to get out of the car without noticeable issues.
That changed when I walked into the house. My wife and her sister were putting some things away they had purchased and were talking about the plans for the weekend party they were hosting. My daughter takes after my wife in many ways. They are both slim and, as I found out today, curved in all the right places. My sister-in-law is the same. Aside from the 2 years between them, my wife and her sister could pass for twins.
"How was the shopping today?" I asked.
"We got most of what we'll need," replied my wife. "But I think we'll need to go out again for more."
Unfortunately, it seems I had walked into the house at the right time of day, the currents were open just far enough, and my sister-in-law happened to be standing near the picture window. I say unfortunately because all of these things combined, along with my vantage point, made the sundress she was wearing semitransparent. I could see everything as if she were standing in front of me in just her underwear. Just the sight brought a stirring from down below once again.
What was wrong with me? First my daughter, now my sister-in-law. I made a feeble excuse to head out to the garage before anyone noticed the bulge forming in my pants. I fumbled around out there for a while putting tools away and just cleaning up my workbench in general.
"We are heading back out again," my wife said peaking her head through the door. "I think we're going to try to finish up getting what we need and Nancy wants us to get our hair and nails done to treat ourselves for the hard work we are doing."
"We will probably be a few hours," she said. "Is that okay with you?"
"That's fine hon," I replied. "You take all the time you need."
"My sister-in-law is always looking for an excuse to be pampered," I thought to myself.
I went back inside after hearing car doors close and the car pull away. Having the house to myself on a Saturday afternoon during football season was just what the doctor ordered. I fixed myself a snack and, with remote in hand, settled in front of the TV.
I was really getting into the game and the events of this morning were getting pushed out. Just as the second half started I heard the sound of car doors. After a few moments my daughter Sandy and her friend Becky came bounding into the house with a few bags. One of which didn't have a name printed on it like most do. This bag Sandy quick put inside another.
"How was the mall?" I asked.
"There is a nice sale going on Mr. H, so Sandy didn't spend too much," replied Becky.
"Yeah, I got a bunch of clothes for a pretty good deal," Sandy quickly added.