I was standing underneath the steaming hot water with my hands on the shower wall, letting the cleansing water cascade over me, rinsing me off. It had been only a few minutes since I had just sucked my dad's huge cock.
I did not get the reaction that I had wanted, or thought that I would get.
I was still standing in front of him, topless, to my waist in the pool water, him, a shocked look on his face.
"Daddy," I said, "I am just kidding; no one knew that this would happen!"
He had been totally into it, and as soon as he had gotten off, the horror of it seemed to hit him. Daddy flew up from the pool, grabbing at his swim trunks that were lying in a heap just a few feet away. He turned towards me, still naked, his rapidly deflating penis still thick and veiny.
"Gretchen, go get in the shower, NOW!" He screamed. "This was so wrong!" He turned and literally flew towards the house, the patio door nearly shattering when he threw it open.
I was crushed. Sobbing, I ran into the house and upstairs into my bathroom, cranking open the shower. I was letting the shower wipe all of his spunk off of me, but I could not forget that cock! My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that all that I could hear was pulse roaring in my ears. The hot water and steam of the pulsing shower washed away my tears, but could not cool off my hot pussy. I rubbed my swollen lips, thinking of that huge member sliding into my sugar walls. My thumb flicked over my puffed clit, causing me to gasp out loud. I bit my lower lip, stifling my moan. Slowly, I inserted my middle finger into my engorged cunt lips; one knuckle at a time, my body shuddered with a quick orgasm before my finger was all of the way inside myself. I continued this for several minutes, alternating between fast, deep thrusts and slow gentle insertions, coming all over my fingers time and time again. My final orgasm was a crescendo, I felt the blood rush from my head and my knees buckled, I stood erect in the stall, barely, panting like a marathoner who had just finished her race.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" A shout came from the halfway open door, I screamed, my heart jumping into my throat.
"You must have been having a helluva time, sis, you sounded like you were getting plowed by the male gymnastics team!" My sister, Yoko, stood at the open door. Yoko, she was named after my mom's best friend and was three years older than me. She and I were polar opposites and I was really envious of her. My sister gave not one shit about what other people thought and marched to the beat of her own drummer. Yoko had inherited my dad's height gene; she stood 5'10" barefooted, but looked exactly like my mother, who was Thai. She had on her typical attire, white wife-beater knotted just under her natural 36C breasts, which were obviously braless and spilling out of the top and sides of the way-too-small tank top. Her flat belly was exposed nearly to her pubic mound in her hip hugger jeans, showing off the "lil' Devil" tattoo on her hip, and her ever present flip flops adorned her pretty feet. Yoko's dark brown hair was short and spiked up with red highlights, and her belly piercing sparkled in the light of the bathroom. She took a quick step forward and sat up on the counter top and tossed me a towel.
"Uh, just releasing some stress," I stammered, my face still hot from my monster orgasm.
"I had been knocking at the door forever," she said. "Daddy is sick or something. He looks like shit and he said that dinner is off tonight."
I had just stepped from the shower and was wrapping the towel around my wet hair when Yoko said this. A lump rose in my throat and I choked back another sob. 'What have I done', I thought, 'Have I ruined everything?' I broke down, tears falling down my face.
"Oh, baby," My sister had an astonished look on her face, "What's wrong?"
I rushed to her, still dripping wet, and launched myself into her arms. The racking sobs seemed to last forever. After what seemed like an eternity, when my wails were just hitches in my throat, she grabbed me by the shoulders and gently, lovingly pushed me backwards and looked at me in the eyes.
"Well, I hope that you have a shirt for me to change into, you have me soaked!" She giggled, winked and took my hand and led me down the hall to my bedroom, still naked.
"Tell sissy everything." She cooed.
My sister and I were best friends, we held each other when boys didn't work out and we cried over them, we got into trouble together, I really missed her when she moved out, even though it was a ten minute drive to her apartment and I spent over half of my spare time with her.
"I don't know if I can tell you." I said, still sniffing.
"Bullshit, we are sisters, fess up!" She said. She had stripped off her sopped t-shirt and was trying to wriggle out of her tight jeans, which seemed to be a struggle for her as they appeared to be painted on. The effort of doing so caused her naked breasts to jiggle and sway back and forth. Her long, semi-erect nipples were surrounded by quarter sized raspberry colored areola, and capped off with 10 gauge circular barbell nipple rings. Her nipples reminded me of pencil erasers, the big, fat kind that little kids used in kindergarten. Her back was to me now and she had succeeded in ridding herself of her jeans. Yoko had a nice tattoo on her lower back that started right at the crack of her ass and was about the size of a man's fist. It was some sort of design that in Thai writing said 'Trouble'. She had no panties on, of course, those pants could not be worn with panties, and her smooth round ass nearly popped up, free from the constrictions of her tight tight jeans. She reached into my drawer and pulled out a baby doll T and stretched it out over her head and pulled it down. The shirt accentuated her breasts and seemed to be a second skin on her as the material cupped her tits and pushed them together. They looked huge in my tiny top. Yoko then selected a pair of work out shorts from my dresser and stepped a leg into them. She had a fat pussy, my sister did. It was completely shaved, save for a "landing strip" that she kept very short, and as a boyfriend I once had explained to me, she had big 'meat curtains' her labia hung down nearly an inch. As she lifted her shapely leg to put it into the shorts, I could see a twinkle between her legs…she had her clitoris hood pierced, also. Yoko wriggled into the shorts then rolled the waistband down, only stopping barely above the point where her pussy hair started. She was goddamn sexy.
"Talk, Missy!" Yoko demanded as she took my towel from me and had me sit between her legs and started to dry my hair and brush out my long, light brown locks.
I held the towel to my breasts as I told her.
"What the fuck did you just say?!?" Yoko nearly shouted at me. I shushed her up, fearful that Dad would hear us. She was now standing in front of me, hairbrush dangling from her hand.
I told her everything, in great detail, and she just stood there, transfixed, nearly mesmerized by my every word and gesture, her eyes wide as dinner plates. I spoke nonstop for nearly ten minutes, and when I finished, she was down on her knees, hand on either one of my thighs.
"Wow." She exhaled mightily. "What now?"
