Stacy Bandersnatch sat on her bed with her head in her hands, wondering just how to handle her current dilemma. She was pregnant. Being unmarried, and the pregnancy coming by way of casual sex, that was bad. Her being impregnated by a relative? That was worse. Not knowing if the father of her child was her own father or her brother? Worst by far. She had known for three weeks now, and still she was yet to say anything to either of them. She needed to, though. They both deserved to know. She decided she'd tell them tomorrow. She stood and made her way to the door where she was met by her brother, Chuck, who scooped her into his arms and planted a big kiss on her mouth as he made his way to her bed. "What do you think you're doing, little mister?" she asked with a laugh as he tossed her onto the bed.
"I need some of my sister's sweet pussy," Chuck said as he scrambled out of his clothes. Stacy hadn't moved to take hers off, which didn't bother Chuck in the least. He bent over and pulled her shorts from her and spent all of thirty seconds eating her pussy before sinking his cock deep into her.
"Oh, shit," Stacy moaned. She cocked her legs as wide as they'd go, giving Chuck complete access to her. "Oh, yes, Chuck. Just like that. Fuck me hard, baby." Chuck obeyed her, ramming himself into her as hard as he could. In anticipation of this, Stacy was thrusting her hips upward to meet his downward thrusts and reveled in the way her clit rubbed against his pubis each time they met. "Oh, Chuck. I'm almost there, baby. Don't stop."
"I'm coming with you," he said, and held out as long as he could before finally blowing a nut inside of her for about the hundredth time since they first began fucking almost six months ago.
"Fuck, yeah!" Stacy screamed as she had an orgasm of her own. She pulled Chuck's mouth to her own and they kissed as they each went through the dying throes of their respective orgasms.
"I love you," Chuck whispered. "Honestly, I do."
"I love you, too," Stacy said in all truthfulness. She looked into his eyes. "We need to talk."
"Okay, so talk," Chuck responded. His cock was still hard and still inside of her and he was in no rush to remove it.
"Tomorrow morning, nine a.m.," she told him.
Chuck began moving his cock in and out of her again, slowly at first, but gaining in speed and depth. Stacy smiled at him, then lay back and closed her eyes as she allowed her brother to give her the fuck of a lifetime. Every fuck with Chuck was the fuck of a lifetime, so far as she was concerned.
When Chuck left to hang out with his friends, it was coming up on two-thirty. Stacy didn't bother getting dressed, not even in a bathing suit. She just went to the back patio naked as the day she was born, not caring if Mrs. Terwilliger, her nosy neighbor, had anything to say about it or not. She fitted herself into a chaise lounge and looked at the ankle monitor that had been such a big part of her life for the past six months. Well, it was coming off next week. She had been a good girl and not gotten into any trouble—well, pregnancy aside, but the judge didn't need to know about that. Biggest thrill was that she would finally be able to go swimming. And drink beer. And smoke a little weed, if the desire struck her. But ... No. No weed, and no alcohol. Not with a baby on the way.
As she lay there, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun heating her nipples while the intermittent wind cooled them, making them hard. She lightly pinched one, reminding herself of her insatiable desire. It was three o'clock. She called her father. "I'm laying poolside, completely nude." That's all she said before hanging up. Twenty-five minutes later the sliding glass doors that led from the house to the patio opened with a
woosh
and Karl Bandersnatch, already completely nude with exception to his socks, hurriedly made his way to his daughter.
Stacy grabbed his cock as he neared and guided it to her mouth. "UNNNHHHH!" Karl loudly moaned as his knees buckled. Stacy took every inch of it into her throat; her pussy was already soaked as she anticipated moving her father's cockmeat from her mouth to her pussy. She cocked her legs wide and began diddling her clit, then pulled back and said, "Come on, Daddy. I can't wait any longer."
Karl had other ideas, though. Instead of filling her pussy with his cock, he slid down and began eating her. After a few seconds he stopped and said, "You taste a bit ...
earthy
today."
She didn't want to say, "Well, that's because you're eating your son's cum from my pussy," so she offered, "I've been horny all day, Daddy. Just fuck me."
"In a minute," Karl answered, then began eating her pussy again, and soon the earthiness of it gave way to Stacy's own natural sweetness.
"Oh, fuck!" Stacy exclaimed as her father worked her clit over like no one else ever had. Then, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her legs back, exposing her tender butthole to the open air. He looked at it, admired it, then settled his mouth upon it. As Stacy squirmed and squealed, Karl thought back to a little more than a month ago when Stacy gave him her anal cherry, and he took advantage of it ever since. Yes, he would fuck her sweet pussy, but he would fuck her even sweeter ass as well. In the meantime, though, he was content to just slowly lick and suck her asshole, giving her the rim job that always made cum ooze from her like syrup from a maple tree.
"Oh God, Daddy. I need you to fuck me," Stacy almost cried. "Please. I need to feel your cock inside of me." Karl pushed himself into his daughter's tight pussy, but unlike Chuck, who seemed intent on destroying it every time he entered it, Karl took his time and made sure all her needs were met before seeking to meet his own. After her fifth orgasm, Stacy said, "You can fuck my ass now if you want to, Daddy." Karl did, and five minutes later he was emptying a massive load of sperm into his daughter's ass.
Just as she had with Chuck, Stacy pulled her father down and kissed him, then she told him she loved him, then she told him that he needed to call in late tomorrow because she had to talk to him. He tried to get whatever it was out of her now, but she told him it would just have to wait.
That night, Karl, his wife, Maranda, and Stacy went to Little China Buffet for dinner. Maranda was sure to buy a carry-out order for Chuck since he wasn't with the family this evening, as was the case with increasing regularity.
One a.m. Maranda Bandersnatch turned to her left while asleep, and that little intuitive something that married couples have told her that her husband was not where he should have been. Maranda arose a bit sleepily and made her way downstairs, thinking he may be watching TV or getting a late-night snack, but neither proved to be true. She checked the garage to ensure the car was there, thinking that maybe he had gone out for a pack of cigarettes. He had quit smoking several months ago, and to her knowledge he hadn't started back, but she thought maybe he would. Also noticeable was that Chuck's car was not there, meaning he was still out with friends.
Maranda made her way back upstairs, and that's when she heard it. It was the tiniest of giggles, and it came from Stacy's room. Maranda stealthily made her way over, then placed her ear to the door. It opened slightly, enough for her to stick her head in, and she was aghast at what she saw. Stacy was lying on her back, her legs spread wide. Between her legs was Karl's face.
"Why do you love eating my pussy so much, Daddy?" Stacy whispered.
