Nolan and Jessica, Part 2
All characters are at least 18. I hope you like this rewrite.
The siblings awakened the next morning with Nolan laying behind Jessica, his arm thrown over her body. They were both naked. They had made love! Then they had dozed and done it again! Nolan kissed his sister’s naked back, wishing that he could do this every day for the rest of his life. He needed to pee, so he got up and went to the bathroom.
As he was taking a leak, Jessica walked in, totally comfortable in her nakedness. She smiled sweetly, then took her turn as he opened the shower doors and turned the water on.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I am a little sore, if that’s what you mean, but I feel wonderful!” she told him as she flushed the toilet.
“I’m gonna get a shower and I’ll cook come breakfast,” he told her.
“Can I shower with you?” she smiled.
He hesitated, but couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. “Sure, if that’s what you want!”
They showered together, sharing tender kisses and applying body wash to each other’s bodies. Nolan could hardly believe how sexy his sister’s body was. She had really come a long way since he moved home. She was getting plenty to eat and she was exercising. Working at the hardware store and going to the tanning bed had helped her looks, as well. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her and it was extremely obvious that she wanted his hands on her. Her own hands were eagerly exploring his naked body and his cock was soon fully hard, pointing almost straight up, hugging his flat, muscular stomach.
“I want to do it again,” she whispered as they kissed. She was fondling his balls and cock after rubbing body wash gently on her brother’s genitals.
Nolan turned the water off. “I thought you were sore? Don’t you want to wait? I don’t like to hurt you.”
“I don’t care if I’m sore. Can we? Please?” she pouted.
They managed to dry themselves off and Jessica left the bathroom. Nolan soon followed and found his sister lying in bed, waiting on him. His conscience was bothering him. What had they done? This was wrong. It was incest. He had considered telling her that they just couldn’t do that anymore, but the sight of his incredibly sexy, naked sister argued against such an action. He would make love to her again. He had to. Then he would find a way to tell her that they just couldn’t do this anymore.
Jessica was lying with her bottom on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, as if she wanted him to stand while they made love. He had other ideas. He remembered the heady aroma of her sweet pussy and how much he loved the taste of her juices. He spread her legs and, bending forward, kissed her beautifully flat, toned tummy. He licked around her navel, inserting his tongue and running it around the circumference, a harbinger of what he intended to do with her pussy. She moaned. His cock lurched and he felt a strand of pre-cum trickle from the head.
He lowered his face and kissed her pussy lips gently. They were swollen and her clit was protruding eagerly. He licked the labia, loving her smell and taste, then he touched her clit ever so delicately with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh Nolan, yes! Kiss me there. It feels so good!” she gasped, raising her head to look down her body at what her brother was doing to her.
Nolan took her clit into his mouth and suckled it. He trained his eyes upward and saw her grasp her breasts in her hands and massage them, tweaking the nipples. She was so hot and ripe and ready!
He spent more time licking her clit, alternately gently sucking it and then soothingly licking it. He took a finger and touched her entrance. He was shocked at how wet and slick she was. Her body was so ready for him, he thought. This made his hard-on rage even more violently. He knew that he was secreting a river of lubricant. He and his sister were biologically ready to have intercourse. The biological aspects of their mating, however, meant nothing to Nolan compared to how eager they were to express their great love for each other. Sex for its own sake was meaningless. Making love to someone you loved more than you loved yourself meant more than anything else possibly could mean. This was the way Nolan had been trained to think and it was part of him.
Nolan kissed and licked down to his sister’s warm, wet opening. He kissed her there and then stuck his tongue inside her as far as he could. He grasped her firm butt-cheeks and began to delicately fuck his tongue in and out of his sister’s luscious, sopping-wet pussy.
“Nolan! Yes! Yes! Oh it’s so good. You are so good!” she groaned, never raising her voice at all. Nolan reflected that, even though his sister’s moans and gasps and sobs were ecstatic, she was so quiet that she wouldn’t have even been heard outside of the bedroom.
Nolan couldn’t wait any longer. He knew that he could make her cum with his mouth, but he wanted to be inside her when she made those delicious, orgasmic wails and whines. He wanted to see her face when she climaxed. He wanted her sweet breath on his face as her body reacted to him.
He crawled up on the bed and, grasping his sister’s legs, scooted her body around so that she was now laying lengthwise. She pushed herself up toward the head of the bed so that her head was now on a pillow. Silently she stroked his face as he got between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.
“I love you, Nolan. I’m a little sore, so go slow,” she whispered.
Nolan held his cock with his right hand, rubbing the head around her opening, smearing his already-wet corona with her juices. Then he pushed forward. He could see a slight grimace on his lovely sister’s face as he popped inside her. He held himself there, waiting to see if she was okay before he explored her depths with his thick, eager, pulsing cock.
Jessica stroked his face, looking deeply into his eyes. “Put it all the way inside me. It’s okay. I want you there.” she begged almost inaudibly.
Nolan pushed as she opened her loins to accept him. She pushed herself up at him as he, ever so slowly, slid into her warm wetness. He was soon completely engulfed inside his sister. It felt so good that it made tears come to his eyes. He could feel his sister’s muscles clamp down on him and he felt as though he was going to cum a gallon. He didn’t know if he could hold back. He looked into her face. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was in little or no pain. Her face was a mask of pure bliss.
She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw how intently he looked in her face. “I love it,” she whispered. “I never dreamed it could be this good. We don’t even have to move. I think I’m going to have an orgasm,” she added.
The siblings lay there, barely moving, Nolan’s throbbing manhood deep inside his little sister. This was what pure love feels like, Nolan thought. He had no doubt how Jessica felt about him and, even though he knew it was wrong, he felt the same way about her. How could he possibly tell her that they had to stop this? How could he give this up?
Jessica grasped Nolan’s hand and placed it on one of her breasts, then she moved her hips in tiny circles as she pushed her crotch up toward him. Her chest was heaving and her mouth was open, gasping for breath, as she gazed into his face.
Nolan felt his sister’s orgasm overtaking her. She was literally shaking all over and her movements became more insistent. His own climax hit him. He felt a delicious warm feeling between his pendulous balls and the incomparable feel of his cum-load rushing down the length of his cock, eager to rush into his sister’s depths. He groaned as the first huge spurts of his scalding seed jetted into Jessica’s warm, slick pussy.
“Oh, I’m cummmmmminggggggggggggg,” she sobbed as she grasped Nolan’s butt and pulled him deeper inside herself. “Oh Nolan, sweet Nolan, ohhhh it’s so gooooooood!” she gasped as she suddenly broke into great sobs, tears coursing down her face.
“Jess? What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” Nolan asked worriedly, even though he was still floating through the remnants of his own orgasm.
“No!” she smiled. “It’s just so amazing. I can’t control my emotions!”
Nolan kissed her then and she eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth. She then licked his teeth and nibbled at his lips.
“Do it again,” she whispered. “Can you? Or just lay here inside me?”
Nolan felt his cock shrinking but knew that, given a few minutes, he could be erect again. After a few minutes of kissing and licking and sucking her breasts, he could feel his prick begin to harden again.
When it was fully hard, he said, “You want on top?”
Jessica smiled. When Nolan slipped out of her and lay flat on his back, she straddled him and pushed his wet, slippery cock inside. She loved the way it felt as she now controlled the pace. She wriggled her hips and loved the expression on his face. She rode him in a steady rhythm, moving her body so that only the head was left inside before she slid all the way down his rock-hard shaft. After a few moments, as she gazed into his face, she had another orgasm. She leaned forward so that her breasts were mashed into his chest as they kissed. Then she rode him to another earth-shattering orgasm as she felt her brother fill her eager body, yet again, with his copious load of man-seed.
*****
Later that afternoon, Marty called again. Again, he asked to speak to Jessica. Nolan was reluctant to allow him to speak to her, but his father begged him and apologized to him profusely.
Jessica took the phone and put it on speaker so that her brother could hear. “Daddy?”
“Jess, I’m so sorry for yesterday. I took all my frustrations out on you. I know that I’ve been a horrible father, but I want to do better. I want to earn your forgiveness. I’m not even going to ask you for it. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I don’t deserve you, nor Nolan, nor your mother.”
Nolan and Jessica could hear him sobbing between words.
“Daddy, please don’t cry? I know this is hard on you. You already have my forgiveness. I love you. Nolan loves you. Mama loves you. Things are going to be better when you get out. Okay?” she told him as her own eyes became wet with tears.
“Baby girl, I love you so much. Both of you. I’m going to be better. I will be home in two weeks. I can’t wait. I’ll be a better Dad to you both. I promise.”
That evening, as they ate dinner, Jessica could tell that something was bothering Nolan.
“Nolan, what’s up? What’s on your mind?” she asked.
Nolan looked across the table at his sister. He thought how lovely she was and how much he cared for her. “I don’t think you want to know, Jessica,” he said as he reached and clasped her hand.
Jessica regarded him. “Nolan, are you feeling guilty about what we’re doing?” she guessed.
Nolan nodded as he pushed the food around on his plate. “It’s just not right, Jess. We both know that. And the more we do it, the less it’s going to bother us. Right?”
Jessica squeezed his hand. “I love you so much, Nolan. And things like this are the reason. You are so good. You do the right thing, no matter what. You’re stronger than me.”
“No, Jessica. I’m not strong. You know how attracted I am to you. More than any other girl I ever met… plus I love you and I’ve always loved you. You’re totally irresistible. If you asked me to do it again, right now, I don’t think I could turn you down. We have to agree to this together. Understand?”
Jessica smiled. “I’m tempted to ask you to do it again right now just to test that theory! If this is what you want, I will try to be strong – for you,” she said. “But it’s so good, isn’t it?”
“Of course it’s good. But we just can’t do it. It’s incest. It’s wrong. It could mess us both up…”
“I love you. I want to be good. I do. I really do. We will help each other, won’t we?” she said as she stood and came around the table. She took his hand and leaned over and kissed his lips, lingering only a few seconds.
*****
As scheduled, Marty came home two weeks later. As far as the siblings could tell, he was a different person. He seemed genuinely glad to be home, took over the chore of cooking their meals, and made it a point to ask them about what was going on in their lives every day. His back still gave him a great deal of pain, but he was managing the pain with over-the-counter medications.
Nolan was cheered by his father’s improvement. He looked forward to their mother being released from jail in a few months, just before he was to go back to school in the fall. He worked 6 days a week at the hardware store and was joined by Jessica on Saturdays.
Their mother, Beth, had been released from jail and was now in a 90-day program of rehab. She was allowed to call home once a week; she sounded optimistic and eager to get home. She promised that they would, once again, be a happy family.
Jessica was happier than she had been in years. Marty and Nolan had procured a used truck for her to use to drive to school. It was a 20-year-old Ford pickup with over 250,000 miles and a large dent in one side, but Jessica was ecstatic.
The siblings had been able to abide by the promise they had made to each other. Jessica was careful not to tempt her brother by wearing skimpy clothes around him, even at bedtime. When they were alone, they did sometimes hold each other and even share a kiss, but they were careful not to get too carried away.
Nolan’s desire for his sister was sometimes overwhelming. He could not get what they had done together out of his mind. Jessica seemed to get prettier every day and her young body was now fully recovered from her former emaciated state. She was, quite simply, gorgeous and sexy. Even if she had not been very attractive, however, he would have still desired her because of his great love for her.
Jessica fought her lust for her brother almost constantly. She ached for him. She imagined him making love to her, as he had so wonderfully done just a few weeks previously. She couldn’t get his masculine, sexy body out of her mind. She fantasized about his cock. She wanted it inside her again. She masturbated two or three times a week, imagining him making love to her. She wondered what it would be like to suck him until he came in her mouth. She longed for his mouth on her breasts and her wet pussy. There were several nights that she got out of bed, intent on going to his room and getting in bed with him, but she didn’t want him to know how weak she was. It would disappoint him and that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. Besides, Dad was home and he might hear them, even though his bedroom was on the opposite end of the house.
Jessica had caught up in all of her classes at school. She was usually home by 3:30 PM and, if she hadn’t completed it at school, she spent that time doing her homework. Marty usually had a snack and cup of coffee ready for her when she got home. They would sit at the kitchen table and talk while she ate, then she would go to her room to study. This was also the time when she would sometimes take all her clothes off and masturbate, fantasizing about all the things she wanted to do with her brother. She would play her radio to muffle her moans, although it was unlikely that Marty would hear her from his easy chair in the living room, where he spent his days watching TV and reading.
Nolan usually got home from work between 5 and 6 PM, but sometimes worked overtime and would not be home until 8 PM or even later. One evening he got home late and found Marty watching TV and drinking beer.
“Dad, I thought you had stopped drinking,” he said, concerned.
“It’s just beer, son. Relax,” Marty replied.
“But I thought that was part of it. Am I wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be totally off of all alcohol and drugs?”
“Son, let an old man have a little pleasure. I don’t take meds anymore and I’m in constant pain. I’m not drinking liquor, I swear. I’m not even drinking much beer. It’s okay, son. It’s okay. How was work?” Marty asked.
Nolan sat and talked with his dad and they watched TV awhile. Nolan then went to bed, but he couldn’t help but be concerned over his father’s drinking. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the first step to his father falling completely back into his addiction. He didn’t know what to do, though.
A few days later, Jessica came home from school to find her father sprawled in his recliner, asleep. He had not made any coffee; nor had he prepared her a snack, as had been his habit since he came home from rehab. This was disappointing, but she figured that he had fallen asleep and was unaware of the time. She set about making a pot of coffee and making herself a sandwich.
As the coffee brewed she went into her bedroom and changed into a pair of blue-jean shorts and an old tee shirt. She had filled out so much that the tee shirt was very tight on her. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. She was proud of how her body had developed and especially how she looked now that she was well-fed and happy. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her brown eyes sparkled with happiness. As she gazed at her reflection she noticed that the shorts were probably too short to wear anywhere but home. The shirt was too small, as well. It revealed her midriff, showing her flat, tanned tummy. It was very tight across her breasts and she could see her black bra through the white material. She wasn’t given to being egotistical, but she thought the girl in the mirror was very pretty. She wished that Nolan was there to see her. She knew that he thought she was pretty and she liked it when he looked at her longingly, even if they had agreed to behave themselves.
As she walked back into the kitchen, she glanced in the living room and noticed that her father was waking up. “Hey, Dad! I’m making coffee. Want some? Want something to eat?”
Marty reached to the side of his recliner and, picking up a bottle of beer, turned it up, drinking the remainder of what was left. “I’m good. How about bringing me another beer from the fridge?” he slurred.
Alarm bells went off in her head. She knew, of course, that he had started keeping beer again. She and Nolan had discussed it, but Nolan had assured her that Marty was not drinking very much. But her dad was slurring his words. He had not made any coffee, like he had been doing.
“You sure you wouldn’t rather have coffee, Daddy? You’ve had enough beer,” she stated.
“I’ll decide when I’ve had enough beer,” he shouted. Then, seeing the hurt look on his daughter’s face, “I’m sorry, honey. You’re right. I’d love a cup of coffee. Can you put a little sugar in mine? My back is really hurting. Can you bring it to me?”
Jessica smiled, feeling assured. “Sure, Daddy. Want something to eat? A sandwich?”
“No, honey. Just coffee,” he said. “You sure look pretty, Jess.”
“Awww, Daddy, thanks!” she said. She stirred a spoon of sugar into his cup of coffee, took it to him, and then brought her own coffee and sandwich into the living room so that they could talk while she ate.
Marty sipped the coffee. “This is good, Jessica. You make the best coffee. You always put just the right amount of sugar. This is wonderful. Thank you.”
They talked about her school work. She told him that she was taking Calculus and really liking it. Marty didn’t really know what that was, but seemed to be very interested as she explained it to him.
“Well, Daddy, I better go do my homework,” she said as she took her dishes into the kitchen. “Want me to take your cup?”
“Come here and give your old Daddy a hug first, pretty girl,” he said, opening his arms and motioning for her to come to his chair.
Jessica happily went into his arms, placing her own arms around her father. She was surprised when he pulled her into his lap. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had sat in her dad’s lap.
“Daddy!” she giggled.
“You never sit in my lap anymore, sweet girl,” he said as he stroked her face. “You’ve gotten so pretty. You must be the prettiest girl in school,” he said as he pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder. His arms encircled her body.
Her father’s arms felt so good around her. She had longed for his affection through all those terrible times that they were alone, but he had been almost totally oblivious to her because of his addictions. Now he was better and it felt wonderful to be in his arms. She kissed his cheek and thought that she would love to lay there for hours, just soaking up the love for which she was so starved.
After a few moments, she said, “Daddy, I really love this, but I better go study.” She started pushing herself up out of the chair.
Her father pulled her back, his arms around her again. “Don’t go yet, sweet girl,” he whispered.
She supposed that he had been starved for affection, just as she had been. If he wanted to hold her a few more minutes, she would let him. It was pleasant, and her father needed to heal. After a moment or so she felt her father’s hand stroking her back, then tracing her bra clasp, through the tee shirt. She didn’t know how appropriate that was, but what was the harm?
Her father’s hand traced her backbone down to her exposed midriff. He stroked her bare skin, and she could feel his fingers on her backbone, stroking lovingly below the top of her shorts, where they bunched as she leaned forward. Was he touching the elastic of her panties? Surely not. Then he traced her bare midriff around her body to the front, barely running his fingers along her toned stomach.
It felt good; there was no doubt about that – but it was bordering on being inappropriate. She began to feel a bit uncomfortable. How long had it been since her father had had sex? A long time, she assumed. Then she realized that she could feel his erection under her bottom.
She probably needed to stop this – but how? She knew that her father’s temper was sometimes volatile since his injury and he had lost his job. If she told him that he was acting inappropriately, it might anger him. He nearly always apologized when he lost his temper, but it was a frightening thing to experience. He had been so sweet lately. Perhaps she could cut him some slack. After all, she had longed for the tender love that her father had always shown her when she was a young girl – nothing inappropriate at all, of course. He had merely cuddled her because she was his little girl and she had loved it. She knew enough about men to know that erections were not always controllable. Her brother had explained to her that men got erections when they needed to pee and that even inadvertent contact could cause a hard-on. It didn’t necessarily have to be sexual contact. She was quite sure that her father wasn’t getting an erection because of sexual excitement. But what if he was? He couldn’t really help it, could he?
Her father continued to lovingly stroke her bare midriff. Jessica almost wished it were not him because it felt very good – almost arousing. She knew that if it had been Nolan that she would be growing very aroused because she would assume that this was the very early stages of foreplay. She imagined it was him and her mind wandered until she suddenly realized that her father was stroking along the edges of her navel in what could be interpreted as a very erotic way. She should get up soon and put an end to this. Maybe in a minute or two. Then she felt his fingers edge barely under the bottom of her tight tee shirt, delving an inch or so underneath as he continued to stroke her tummy. This was certainly bordering on inappropriate. What was too far? She didn’t want to anger him and, after all, it did feel good. She knew he would stop soon. He knew better than to do anything really inappropriate with his own daughter.
To her great relief he took his fingers from underneath her shirt, but continued to stroke her tummy. She could feel his erection against her bottom and imagined that it must be fully hard. She wondered what it looked like hard. Was it as big as Nolan’s? She had seen her Dad’s cock when he was drunk, but it wasn’t hard and it wasn’t impressive. But now it felt pretty big – at the very least it felt very, very hard. Jessica had not even masturbated in several days and was shocked to realize that she was beginning to feel slightly horny. She loved that feeling, but she knew that she certainly should not be aroused by her father. She needed to extricate herself from this situation.
As she contemplated how she would do so, her father kissed her neck – just a peck, but it sent pleasant chills down her body. Almost simultaneously, she felt his hands stroking her sides, but this time on the outside of her tee shirt. His fingers were now stroking her sides over the top of her bra. What would she do if he touched her breasts? She would have to stop him, of course! But she knew her body was betraying her. She loved the feel of being in her father’s lap. She adored him, despite all that had happened. Besides that, he was a very handsome and muscular man. She had often thought about how good looking he was compared to most other men his age that she knew.
She now realized that he was aroused and it was because of her – his own daughter. It was her fault, too. She had worn shorts that were way too short and a tee shirt that was way too tight. She had worn a sexy, black push-up bra. What had she been thinking? She was no longer a little girl. She was a young woman and, she knew, she had a nice body and a pretty face. What did she expect? He couldn’t help his natural reaction to a young female. It was biological. The thought of him being aroused because of her shot bolts of pure lust through her body. Her own father! Incest! She realized that her nipples were hard as rocks and that her panties were becoming wet.
Jessica’s head was laying on her father’s shoulder. She looked up at him. She loved him so much, but this was becoming very inappropriate. She had to act. She raised her head up and kissed his cheek, then started pushing herself out of his lap.
“I really have to study, Daddy,” she said. “Thank you for… this,” she stammered. “I think I needed a hug. You know?”
“You’re adorable,” Marty choked. “Thank you for being so good to me. I’m going to be better. You’ll see.”
Jessica stood up, relieved to be free from whatever had just happened, but still very aware of her aroused state. She smiled at her father and walked to her bedroom.
*****
Jessica quickly locked her bedroom door and practically tore her clothes off. She lay on the bed and began to massage her breasts, tweaking the nipples, then ran her hands slowly down her body, trying to imagine that it was Nolan touching her. By the time her fingers began to delve into her sopping wet pussy and to touch her swollen clit, the image of her wonderful brother had been replaced by that of her Dad.
What was happening to her? She didn’t want to have sex with her father — or did she?? But her body had responded to his touch – and she was unsure whether he was touching her in a purposely sexual way or not. Surely not! And, even if he had, it wasn’t going anywhere. He wouldn’t have pushed the envelope. She almost wished he had. What if she hadn’t gotten up? What would he have done next? How far would he have gone if she had not stopped him? Would he have touched her breasts over the top of her shirt? Would he have stroked her legs? Would he have touched her bottom? Would he have run his big, strong fingers underneath the legs of her shorts? Would he have continued to kiss her neck?
Jessica imagined her father coming into her room, totally naked. In her mind’s eye, his cock was the size of Nolan’s, big and thick. She could see his muscular, hairy chest and stomach. She inserted two fingers into her slick pussy and played with her clit with her other hand as she imagined him sinking his thick cock inside her. She imagined opening her legs in welcome to her own father – reveling in the forbidden act of incest. She put a pillow over her face to stifle her scream of passion as her orgasm hit her. Her body tingled all over, from head to toe, as she imagined giving herself to her father. She lay in the afterglow of her orgasm for several minutes before she started feeling guilty.
*****
Jessica, to her great relief, did not notice her Dad drinking for the next week or so. He had coffee and a snack prepared for her every day when she got home from school. Her illicit thoughts had caused her a great deal of guilt for the first two or three days after she had masturbated thinking about him. Gradually, however, she began to rationalize it. What had been so bad about it? After all, how much worse was that than what she had done with her brother? It wasn’t as bad, she decided. They hadn’t done anything. She was convinced now that her father had not purposely acted inappropriately toward her. To him, she was still a little girl and he had not thought anything about it. His hard cock was because he had been drinking beer and coffee and needed to pee!
One night about a week later, Marty had gone to an AA meeting. Nolan and Jessica had the house to themselves, which was becoming very rare. Nolan was watching a ballgame, sitting in Marty’s recliner. Jessica had not masturbated since the day she had sat in that very chair in her father’s lap. She was horny. She desperately wanted to make love with her brother, again. She had broached the subject a few times, but Nolan had insisted that they not break the pact they had made with each other. Still, they had continued to kiss occasionally. At least they could do that!
She went into her bedroom and put her nightie on, along with some knee-high socks. Her nightie was thin cotton with spaghetti straps and barely came down below her crotch. In the right light, it was just translucent enough that the shapes of her breasts could be discerned. If the material was pulled tight, the outlines of her nipples were obvious. She stood before the mirror, imagining what her brother would see when she came out of the bedroom. She took one strap and allowed it fall down her shoulder. A simple tug of the material would reveal her lush, shapely breast. Her breasts would be readily available for her brother, if he chose to reveal them to his gaze. She longed to feed them to him, to have him wash them with his tongue and suckle them. If he did nothing but that, she would be satisfied – though not as satisfied as she would be if he made love to her.
She came out of her bedroom and, to her great delight, her brother’s eyes were immediately trained on her. She smiled and walked to him, crawling into his lap and pulling him to her for a kiss. She kissed his mouth sweetly, then inserted her tongue in his mouth. Their tongues battled against each other as Nolan pulled his little sister closer to him.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss. “Jess, you know that you shouldn’t be dressed like that around me and we really shouldn’t be kissing like this…” He saw the disappointment in her eyes, and said, “Yes, I like it… and I want to be able to kiss you without…”
“Without what? Me expecting more?” she asked.
“Yes. Because I want to do more and you know I do. One of us has to be the strong one. Why does it always have to be me?” he demanded.
“It’s not always you. I hardly ever bring it up. I just don’t think you feel like I do!” she argued.
“Jess, don’t say that. I can’t imagine being more attracted to anyone. You know that. You know I love you. Believe me, I think about it all the time,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.
Jessica let one of the straps on her nightie fall down her shoulder. “Do you think I look good in this nightie?” she teased.
Nolan’s eyes roved over his little sister’s body. It was obvious to him that the slightest movement would reveal one of her full, delicious breasts. Her nightie had ridden up above the top of her tiny white bikini panties, revealing her naked, tan, flat tummy. He longed to pull those panties off of her and eat her delectable pussy. His cock was already completely engorged and he knew that she would welcome its eager hardness into her soft, warm body. She wanted it badly, as did he.
“You know that you look good to me all the time, Jess. You’re so beautiful,” he said as he pulled her to him again, kissing her sweet lips and allowing his tongue to taste her lips, her teeth, and the inside of her mouth. She was too delicious for words. He wanted nothing more than to take her to his – or her – bed and make love to her.
As they kissed, the top of the nightie fell, revealing one breast. Jessica arched her chest toward his face, offering her breast to her brother. Nolan tweaked her nipple, then took as much of her breast into his mouth as he possibly could as she pushed toward him. He licked around the nipple, lightly bit it, and then suckled it softly. His hand traveled to the other shoulder. He pulled the strap down and revealed the other breast. As he suckled one breast, his hand manipulated the other one.
“Oh, Nolan, baby, that feels so good. Yesssss, oh suck them both!” she cried with passion.
Nolan reached for the handle on the side of the recliner, released it, and then managed to stand, picking his sister up all in one motion. He carried her to his room, not bothering to close the door. Their dad wouldn’t be back for at least a couple more hours. He lay her down on his bed and proceeded to take his clothes off. Jessica watched him reveal his sexy, muscular body to her hungry gaze as she wrestled the nightie off, leaving her clad in only her panties. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘He is going to make love to me!’
Nolan’s cock sprang out eagerly as he removed his undershorts. The head was already lubricated with pre-seminal fluid. His attraction for his little sister was overwhelming. He couldn’t wait to sink his large, thick young cock into her warm, slick depths. Her sexy, teen body lay on the bed, anticipating the taboo, incestuous mating that was sure to follow. He could see Jessica’s beautiful face gazing at his muscular body as he revealed himself to her. Her panties, the only garment she was now wearing, were obviously wet with her own lubrication. He knew that her body was hungry for his own. The siblings had an undeniable, biological need to mate.
His cock throbbed with desire as he reached to her and began to slip her tiny, wet panties down her long, lean, shapely legs. He held her panties to his face, inhaling her wonderful aroma of desire. He knew that, besides his psychological need to make love and to be loved by this young woman, there was a hormonal, animal attraction that they had for each other. It was undeniable. As a male, he had a natural urge to mate and she, as a female, had a natural urge to be bred. All these thoughts fed his already insatiable desire for his sister.
Nolan grabbed his sister’s ankles and pulled her toward him so that her ass was on the edge of the bed. He took his sister’s clit between two fingers and gently squeezed as he leaned forward to lick it. His sister literally screamed with pleasure. She had been fairly quiet during the few times they had done anything sexual, so this came as quite a shock. He continued to stroke and lick her clit as he used his other hand to ease a finger inside her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Nolan! Yesssssssssss! You’re going to make me cum. Please, put it in me!” she wailed.
Nolan was torn. There was nothing on earth that he wanted to do more than make love to his sister. He wanted to fuck her – not just make love to her – his passion for her was no longer just based on his deep love for his sister. It crossed his mind that he wanted to fuck her fast and hard, like an animal. This was not the way he thought sex should be. He deeply believed that sex should be based on love, and nothing else. He loved this young woman, but his desire for her seemed to be clouded by his overwhelming lust for her body. He knew that she was ready and eager and capable of satisfying every animalistic need that he had, but he felt guilty that they were breaking the promise they had made to each other.
Jessica was so in-tune with her brother’s moods and actions that she sensed his hesitation. No! He couldn’t back out now! She had to have it! Her body ached for him. They were so close.
“Nolan, please?” she begged. “Make love to me?”
Nolan climbed onto the bed and, his back to his sister, curled up in a fetal position. He would think about this. There was no hurry. If they were to do this, he had to rationalize it. He just couldn’t feel good about it, despite the demands that his throbbing cock and aching balls were placing on him.
Jessica pressed her naked body against his back and reached around him to grasp his cock. He was so big and hard! It felt so powerful! Fresh waves of lust coursed through her body. She had to have him. She didn’t want to act like a slut, but she had never felt such need in her life. She was boiling with lust. She ran her hand all over his thick member, rubbing his natural lubricant over his cock-head and down his shaft. She reached down farther to touch his balls. She ran her hand delicately over his massive sack. She imagined that he had massive amounts of warm seed in them. Her body wanted and needed his seed deep in her depths, seeking out her eggs. Even though she was on birth control and knew she would not get pregnant, these thoughts served to make her even more desperately needy for sex.
Nolan rolled toward her, laying on his back, his legs open, giving his sister better access to fondle his swollen genitals. She got on all fours between his legs and began to play with his cock with both hands as she looked in his face. She had never made him cum this way and didn’t really know what she was doing, but the way he was breathing and the expression on his face told her that if she continued to do this, that he would soon spray his load of man-seed. She desperately wanted to see that, but she knew that, if he came, that he would be temporarily satisfied and that her hopes of making love might, once again, be thwarted. She had to have him inside her! She would go insane if he didn’t give her what she wanted and needed!
“Jessica, stop!” Nolan murmured. “We promised we wouldn’t do this.” He closed his eyes, unwilling to look into her face. He felt that he had used every ounce of his moral strength to say those words and that looking at her face might change his mind.
“Please?” she begged as she leaned forward and kissed his swollen cock. Then she angled it upward and put the tip in her mouth. She had never done this, but it was something that she had a strong desire to do. She opened her mouth wide and found that she could easily take at least 3 or 4 thick inches of her brother’s throbbing thickness into her mouth. Suddenly she felt a great need to taste his cum. She was confident that she could swallow every ounce of semen that her big brother could produce for his little sister. Perhaps this would be an acceptable compromise. She could give him oral sex and he could reply, in kind. She moaned and licked around the head, feeling a euphoria overtake her that she had never known.
Nolan reached down and gently pushed his sister’s head away as he rolled over and eased himself off the bed. He stood, then looked into her face. He had never seen such disappointment on her face and it broke his heart. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved to pull his underwear on so that she could not gaze any longer at the evidence of his weakness, but she sat up quickly and grabbed them out of his hands. As he sat on the edge of the bed, she straddled him and moved her wet pussy against his throbbing cock.
“Fuck me, please?” she gasped. “I’m begging you. I need you! I love you. Please?” She moved against him and attempted to adjust herself so that his huge member could penetrate her. She pushed against him until he lay back, then she reached down and pushed his cock perpendicular to his body so that she could ease herself slowly down on his thick truncheon. “Ohhhh Nolan, you’re so big! And so goooood!” she cried.
Angered at his sister’s actions and his own weakness, Nolan stood, his little sister completely impaled on his pulsing cock. The thought ran through his mind that this might hurt Jessica, but to his great surprise he realized that, grasping his neck for support, she was riding his cock up and down, in a frenzy. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and hunched herself up and down on his mammoth organ.
“Oh it’s so good! Nolan, fuck me HARD!” she cried as she moved her hips up and down, her pussy clasping his steel hard manhood as she slid up and down, frantically moving toward her climax.
Nolan grasped her ass in his big hands and pressed her back against the wall. She managed to move so that both of her calves rested on his shoulders, her feet dangling behind his back. She grasped his hair and pulled her to him, fucking her tongue into his mouth as he eagerly began sucking her tongue, vigorously plowing her eager, clasping pussy with his rigid, thick cudgel.
His sister’s reaction confirmed that she was in no pain; to the contrary, she was fucking back at his energetic, almost brutal thrusts with a gusto that he had never imagined.
“Fuck! Fuck me! Oh Nolan, there’s nothing like it! Oh don’t ever stop! Oh fuck it’s so good,” she moaned between kisses. “Give it to me, big brother! Oh Baby, I love you so much,” she moaned between deep tongue kisses. “Oh Baby, that’s so good. Right there. Go deep, Baby! I’m going to cum all over your big cock! Cummming! Oh I’m cumming so goood!”
Nolan, exhausted from his exertions, turned and lay her back on the bed, her ass laying on the edge. His heart was beating as if he had run a marathon. He knew that he would cum within seconds, and no longer worried at all about whether he might hurt his little sister, spread his little sister’s legs as far as he could with his big hands and began to saw in and out of her rapidly, pulling back until only the massive head was inside, then sliding back into her warm, welcoming depths.
“Cumming, little sister!” he grunted as he focused on her beautiful face. Surprisingly she was grinning at him, as though she got a thorough fucking like this every day. He felt like gallons of his manseed was flowing into her luscious body. Completely sated, he gathered her in his arms, his deflating cock still inside her.
After a few minutes, Jessica whispered, “We don’t have to do that often, but every now and then…”
“No! Stop, Jessica!” he said, sternly. “This will never, ever happen again. It’s wrong, no matter how much we like it. This was the last time. I am sickened by the way you acted and I’m especially sick that I am so weak.”
As Nolan began to put his clothes back on, Jessica began to cry. She wailed, “I’m so sorry, Nolan! Please forgive me? I acted like a whore. I just… I love you!”
“I’m sorry, Jess. I love you. You will thank me for this someday.” He gathered his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving his naked, weeping sister on his bed.
Jessica’s first thought was to wait a few weeks and try to seduce him again, but her disappointment was so overwhelming that she decided to just accept what he had said. At first she felt angry toward her brother, but she knew he had not purposely done anything to hurt her. He wanted to do the right thing and, after all, that was one of the main reasons that she adored him so much. He was a man of character and integrity. He couldn’t have been blamed, she thought, if he, like her, gave in to his weakness occasionally, but how admirable it was that he was so dead set against it! If anything, it just made her love him even more. She knew that he really was the best person she had ever known.
*****
The next afternoon, as she drove home from school, her mind wandered back to the events of the previous evening. She had caught herself daydreaming about it several times during the day and had to remind herself to keep her mind on her schoolwork. She thought that she would treat herself to a bubble-bath and a long masturbation session after she had coffee with her dad. That would help assuage the ache for sex that her body felt. Her body was already tingling with anticipation. It seemed that her body wanted and demanded sex more than it had before the delicious, almost violent fucking that her muscular brother had given her the previous day.
When she went into the house, however, she didn’t smell coffee. She looked into the living room and, to her consternation, saw that her father was fast asleep in his recliner with several empty beer bottles on the table next to his chair. She decided that she would go ahead and take her bubble bath. If he was awake when she got out, she would offer him a cup of coffee.
She turned the water on and poured a generous amount of bubble bath into the tub. She stood before the bathroom mirror and slowly removed her clothing. Her breasts had filled out so much that her bra was too small. She needed a bigger bra. She currently wore a 32B and decided that she probably needed a C cup. She unfastened the bra, unfettering her firm breasts. They looked good. They looked sexy. They barely sagged at all. They were perfectly round and her nipples were small, pink, and pointed up at a 45 degree angle. She hefted them, liking what she saw in the mirror. She removed her panties and could see that her clit was swollen. She marveled at how sexy her body looked. Her pussy was wet and the labia were also swollen. Her stomach was flat and her abs were well-defined. Her legs were long and lean with sleek muscles. There was no fat on her body, but everything had filled out. Even her ass had filled out and it was as hard as a rock. Her body was ready for sex and she wanted it badly, even though she realized that yesterday’s session should have satisfied her for weeks. Just picturing her brother fucking her deep, as he held her bottom in his hands, her back against the wall, her calves on his shoulders, her legs wide open to accept the wonderfully deep and fierce fucking he had given her, made her want it again. It had been delightful and she could not get if off of her mind.
She knew that wasn’t going to happen again, so she promised herself that she would play with herself in the tub then, later, she would lay on her bed and bring herself to the brink of climax several times before she allowed herself to orgasm. Sometimes, when she did that, she squirted. She wasn’t sure exactly what that was, or why she did it sometimes but not others, but it felt really good.
As she lay in the tub, she tweaked her nipples with her soapy hands and imagined that Nolan was sucking them. She ran her hands over her body, feeling of her musculature and delicious curves. She felt so sexy. She felt beautiful and desirable – more than at any time in her life. She had spent countless hours developing this body, with one goal in mind – to please her brother. Every sit-up, every push-up, every mile ran, every visit to the tanning bed had been focused on one goal – making her body as perfect as it could be for her brother’s enjoyment. She hadn’t fooled herself. She wanted sex with him and had never taken the pact to abstain very seriously. She had intended to have sex with him as often and as long as she could. Her fantasy was to move away with him somewhere and live with him for the rest of her life. As she contemplated these things she brought herself to the brink of orgasm several times. Her body was tingling all over. It felt wonderful, but she needed release. She got out of the tub, dried herself off and anticipated the wonderful orgasms that she would give herself later. One wouldn’t be enough. She deserved more than one. As hot as she was she could possibly cum 3 or 4 times. She fully intended to do just that.
Jessica was tempted to just go into her bedroom, lock the door, and begin her long masturbatory session. She couldn’t remember ever being so ready and eager to masturbate in her young life. She wanted, however, to check on her dad. She would make him a cup of coffee if he would drink it. She couldn’t bear the thought of putting her bra back on. It was so tight that it was uncomfortable and she had worn it all day. She slipped a tight tee shirt over her head (She was outgrowing all her tee shirts. They all seemed to show 3 or 4 inches of her midriff.), put a pair of white bikini panties on, then slipped some loose-legged athletic shorts on.
As she came out of her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen, she looked into the living room to see if Marty was awake. He was fully reclined, but was holding the TV remote and yawning. He had obviously just awakened.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed. “Want coffee? I was just about to make some.”
Marty regarded her. “I didn’t even know you were home. I’ll take some coffee, but I really need a shower. I think I may have had a couple too many beers. I need to try to sober up.”
Jessica wondered if she should gently chastise her father. He really was not supposed to be drinking – even beer. He had assured them that he wouldn’t let it get out of control, however. Still, he needed to know that she disapproved. Didn’t he?
“Daddy, I wish you wouldn’t do that…” she began. “I’m not fussing at you. I promise. But you’re ever so much more fun when you’re totally sober…”
“I didn’t raise you two to tell me what to do…” he began, his voice rising. “Shit, Jess. I know you’re right. I’m just glad y’all are here to try to keep me in line. I mean that. I’m a pretty sorry old cuss, I know.”
“No, no, no! You are a good man, Daddy. I love you. I do,” she smiled. “Now go take your shower and I’ll have you a perfect cup of coffee when you get out. What do you want to eat?”
Marty made his way toward his daughter, his gait slightly wavering. “I just want some of your delicious coffee, honey.” He leaned over and put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “You’re a real treasure, Sweetie.”
When he came out of the bathroom, some 15 minutes later, he had shaved and he smelled good. He was dressed in an old Auburn tee shirt and a pair of running shorts. Jessica noticed that his legs still looked athletic, despite the fact that he was over 40 years old, had suffered a debilitating injury, and was an alcoholic and a drug addict. He was a handsome, muscular, desirable, man.
As they sat at the table, enjoying their coffee, Jessica noticed that her father’s eyes kept straying to her chest. She glanced down and noticed that her nipples were hard. She should have worn a bra, she realized. She remembered, however, that her mother would sometimes take her bra off at the end of a hard day, saying that the “sisters” needed a breather. It was uncomfortable to wear a bra all day, particularly if it was a bit too small! Once she realized that he kept glancing at them, though, she couldn’t stop thinking about it and, in her very horny state, it only served to arouse her even more. She was anxious to get to her bedroom and take care of that situation. She didn’t want to cut off the conversation with her father, though. That would be rude.
After a few minutes, Marty finished his coffee, again remarking how delicious it was and how she could make it more perfectly than anyone else. He got up and went to his recliner. Jessica rinsed the coffee cups and told him she was going to take a short nap, thinking that would keep him from disturbing her.
“Come over and give your old man a hug first, pretty girl,” he said.
Jessica thought back to a few weeks previously, and how nice, yet slightly uncomfortable, it had been to sit in her father’s lap for a few minutes. She had felt closer to him for that few minutes than she had in years. She recognized that she had been through a few years of emotional trauma and that was why she had inappropriate thoughts when her brother and now, her father, showed her affection. She figured that her father only wanted a hug, though. Then she would be free to go to her room and give herself sexual relief – something she direly needed.
She went to her father and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He grabbed her arm and gently pulled her into his lap, as he had the previous week. She immediately realized that he was already hard. The last time she hadn’t noticed that, at first. She wondered if his glances at her chest had caused him to become aroused. His arms felt good around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder, basking in the love that she felt from her father. He kissed her neck, sending delicious thrills down her body. He placed his hand on her naked midriff and started stroking her tummy. It felt nice. Despite the fact that he had an obvious erection, she felt safe and loved and was willing to put her “session” off for a few moments to enjoy these few moments in her daddy’s arms.
Marty stroked her midriff for a few moments, then stroked her bare legs, allowing his hand to drift underneath the loose-legged running shorts. She thought, for a moment, that he was going to reach all the way to her ass-cheeks, but he stopped just short. Then he gently stroked her sides and the portion of her tummy that was covered by the tee shirt. It all felt good, but his fingers were getting dangerously close to her breasts. What if he touched them? How would she extricate herself from this situation? Was it her imagination, or was he breathing rapidly, as if he were very aroused. He had stopped talking. He just continually stroked her body – her bare tummy, her legs, her neck, her shoulders…
He kissed her on the nape of the neck again. Already aroused, as she had been all day, it felt wonderful – way more wonderful than it should feel, considering the situation. Then she realized that his fingers had crept underneath her tee shirt, but at the back. As she lay in his lap, her head on his shoulder, he suddenly reached his hand underneath her shirt and rubbed her bare back, as if he were trying to massage her back muscles with one hand.
What was he doing? Should she try to get out of this situation now? What he was doing felt good, and she wasn’t sure that it was exactly inappropriate, but there was no denying that his cock was as hard as a rock and she was sitting on it. Her own panties were wet, she knew. Her body had been abuzz all day long and sitting in her father’s lap had only exacerbated the situation.
Marty continued to stroke his daughter’s back but, as he stroked down her side he hit a ticklish spot and she jerked and his hand ended up mashed against the bottom of one of her breasts.
“I’m ticklish there, Daddy,” she giggled, realizing that his hand was now against the bottom of her left breast. He wasn’t moving it away; didn’t he realize it? Probably not. She imagined what it would feel like if he moved his hand up and over the top of her breast. Of course, she would immediately stop him, but for that one or two seconds, would it feel good to her? She thought it probably would – though she certainly would not let him know that!
Marty didn’t move his hand away. She realized that his other hand was now making its way underneath her shirt and was stroking her ribcage, right below her right breast. He moved it upward very slowly until it, too, was touching the underside of her breast. She could feel her own heart beating rapidly, her breath becoming shallow. She should be getting out of his lap now! Why wasn’t she? Was she waiting to see what he would do? She felt paralyzed, as if she could not possibly extricate herself from a situation that she knew transgressed a line. Once that line was crossed, once deniability had been destroyed, there was no going back. Their relationship would change. The transgression, welcome or not, could never be forgotten.
Suddenly, without warning, Marty moved both hands upward, grasping both of Jessica’s bare breasts. He immediately gripped them and delicately tweaked the nipples.
Jessica gasped and sat up, trying to pull herself away from her father. “Daddy, no, no! What are you doing? Please, let me up, Daddy! Please?” she begged, realizing that it just felt so good that she could not possibly allow him to continue.
Instead, Marty kept his hold on her left breast and, using his right hand began to pull her shirt upward. She struggled, half-heartedly, but he was a very strong man. She couldn’t get away from him. He was now using both hands to push the tee shirt up, exposing her perfect young breasts to his lecherous gaze. He pushed her forward and wrestled with the shirt until he got it off of her. It flashed through her mind that she should have and could have put up more of a struggle. Her entire upper body was uncovered as her father wrestled her toward him, turning her body almost 180 degrees. He hugged her tightly as he began to lick and suck at one of her nipples.
“Nooooooo! Daddy, please? No, don’t do that!!” she screamed, even as she realized that his oral ministrations of her breasts were causing her body to react in the very opposite way than was proper. He wasn’t hurting her. He had her arms pinned, but there was no pain. He was licking at her nipple and then took it in his mouth and gently sucked it.
He took her nipple out of his mouth for a moment. “You shouldn’t walk around displaying your body to men and expect them not to react, Jessica. You knew what you were doing. It’s been pretty plain to me for quite a while that you are proud of your body and enjoy showing it off. You like this don’t you?” he demanded.
She tried with all her might to move her arms, but he had them pinned. She half-heartedly tried to knee him in the nuts, but she couldn’t. She heard him laugh and then he moved to her other breast and started licking and sucking it, as well. This was rape! Wasn’t it? He was sexually molesting her, so why did it feel so good? She longed to just let him suck her breasts for as long as he wanted – as long as he didn’t try anything else, she would even be willing to keep this between them.
“Daddy, let me go! This is wrong, Daddy! Please stop! I won’t tell anyone if you will stop now. I swear! Don’t do this!” she moaned. She hoped that Nolan wouldn’t get home and see this. She knew that he would kill their father. She didn’t want that. She could never tell anyone about this, no matter what happened. She didn’t want her father to get in trouble. She didn’t want any harm to come to him, no matter what he did to her. He was sick. This was not something that a normal person would do to their own daughter – not without consent, anyway.
Marty managed to reach and grab the handle to the recliner, moving them from a reclining position to sitting straight up. Showing similar strength to what her brother had done the previous evening, he stood, picking her up and carried her into his bedroom, where he lay her gently on the bed.
Jessica immediately sprang up, intending to run past him and out of the room. He grabbed her arm and pushed her to her back on the bed. “Stay there, Jessica. I won’t hurt you, Baby,” he said flatly as he took his shirt off and pushed his shorts and underwear down.
“NO!!” she groaned as she saw her father’s fully engorged manhood spring into view. Even in her dismay, she noted that her father’s prick was almost exactly the same size as her brother’s. Big and hard and ready. She felt her pussy spasm in anticipation. Why was her body betraying her? She didn’t want to be raped!
“Daddy, think about what you’re doing! You can’t do this! Please, don’t! I love you, Daddy. Don’t do this to me! Please!” she whined, her breath coming in huge gasps.
“You’ll thank me, pretty girl,” he stated. He grasped her shorts and pulled them, along with her panties, down her legs as she continued to struggle against him. She was powerless to stop him. Did she even want to stop him? Now she was totally naked and he took a moment to gaze at her lush nakedness.
“I gotta admit, girl. I had no idea you were put together this well. You’re a very sexy girl. Sexy girls like you get a lot of attention, though. Am I right? How many times have you been cracked? And don’t even try to tell me you’re a virgin. I can tell by the way you act that you’re not an innocent.”
“Daddy, please?”
“Answer my question, Jessica!” he yelled, scaring her. “It’s a simple question,” he said, more calmly. “I didn’t mean to yell, Honey. I’m sorry.”
The last thing she wanted was for him to be angry. If this was inevitable, it would be even worse if he was angry at her. She didn’t want him to know that she was excited and she despised herself for being so weak, but she was certainly not going to provoke him in any way.
“I’ve only done it a few times, I swear. Only one boy. I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I want to be a good girl. Honest. Please don’t do this!” she moaned in desperation.
“You are a good girl, Jesse. Even good girls need sex when they get horny. Am I right?” he said gently as he stroked her breasts with his fingertips as he stood beside the bed.
She glanced at his cock. It was as hard as steel. She imagined it was going to feel wonderful and she wondered if she could manage to keep him from knowing the pleasure he was bound to give her. She didn’t want to be forced and she didn’t want sex with her father, or anyone else but her brother, but she knew now that it was going to happen. As much as she wanted what he was about to do, she couldn’t just lay back and enjoy it. She knew her body was reacting to him, though. Even at this moment, as much as she hated the situation, she was basking in the realization that her father was lusting after her ripe young body. She was very proud of her body and couldn’t help but be thrilled when it was appreciated.
Marty got onto the bed and on top of Jessica who, despite the fact that her body was totally aroused, was trembling with fear. Her only experience with sex was with her beloved brother, whom she trusted completely. She didn’t know what to expect from her volatile father. He held her wrists above her head and bent his head to lick and suck at her breasts. He was gentle and loving. He knew how to pleasure a woman. He gently suckled her nipples and licked them with rapid flicks of his tongue. He took them between his teeth and applied a very slight pressure, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, determined not to let him know how wonderful it felt, but she knew that her nipples were as hard as pebbles. Her father certainly could not help but be aware that she was aroused, even if it was against her will.
Suddenly Marty got between her legs, forcing them open with one strong hand while his other hand pinned her wrists above her head. He moved so that his raging cock was pressed against her wet opening. He felt of her, then inserted a finger inside her. It slid in easily, so he pressed two fingers inside her. This time he was met with more resistance, but she was incredibly and surprisingly wet.
“I can tell you want it, Little Girl. Your little pussy is wet and ready for your daddy. You’re hot for it, aren’t you, Honey? You can’t help it.”
“No, Daddy! We shouldn’t do this. I’m sorry for dressing that way. I promise I will do better! I wasn’t thinking, Daddy!” She knew how wrong this was and, no matter how good it might feel, she knew that she would feel guilty later. Her chest was heaving with her labored breathing. “Please? Please don’t!” she moaned as he gently inserted first one, then two, thick fingers inside her. ‘No,’ she thought. ‘Please don’t feel good. Please.’
Suddenly she got one of her arms free and began to push at his shoulder and chest. She couldn’t budge him. At the same time, Marty removed his fingers from her sopping pussy and pushed the head of his cock inside her.
“Nooooooooooooo!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Daddy! Please don’t!”
Marty almost laughed at her ineffectual straining against his far-superior strength. She was trying to shove him with her free hand, but he could tell that it was half-hearted. He grasped it and pinned it down. Now he had one of her hands in each of his hands, his cock head now inside her.
“Calm down, Jessica,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just lay back and enjoy it. You can’t stop me, and I don’t think you really want to,” he smiled. “If I really thought you wanted me not to do it, I wouldn’t. Both of us need this.”
Jessica stopped fighting. He was right. She could not stop him. Fighting him might even cause him to hurt her. She would just lay there and let him have his way. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. No way would she let him know how incredibly turned on this made her.
“I’m going to let your arms go if you promise not to fight me,” he told her.
Jessica nodded and he let her arms loose. She put them straight down by her sides and kept her eyes tightly shut, trying to get her breathing under control.
Marty pushed himself upward and into her now. His thick cock penetrated her easily. She was amazingly wet and slick, though extremely tight. He could tell that she hadn’t had sex a great number of times. She was too tight. She may have been telling him the truth about having only one partner, he thought. He wondered who it had been.
Jessica felt her father’s cock slide slowly yet inexorably deeper inside her until she knew he was as far in as he could get. Then he stopped. She gritted her teeth, not from pain, but to fight off the intense pleasure that was threatening to overtake her. Her body was designed both to experience sex and to enjoy it. Every fiber of her physical being knew she was having sex. She could feel her wet pussy grasping her father’s wonderfully long and thick cock in welcome. He was giving her exactly what her body wanted and needed. The pleasure centers of her brain were being stimulated en masse. She prayed that he would just go ahead and cum and roll off of her before he realized how much she was enjoyed this incestuous coupling.
He pulled his cock out several inches, then slid back in. Then he repeated that, slowly and gently. Then again; and again; and again. She could feel his breath on her neck and could hear his grunts of pleasure.
Rape was a violent act and wasn’t about pleasure. This was something she had heard a thousand times. But her father, even though he had forced himself on her, was not being violent. He was not hurting her. It felt good. It felt fantastic! And he was obviously experiencing pleasure. There was nothing violent about what he was doing.
Jessica opened her eyes. Marty was looking directly in her face as he stroked in and out of her clasping, saturated pussy over and over.
“Am I hurting you, Jess?” he asked.
Jessica reluctantly shook her head.
“Does it feel good? It does, doesn’t it?” he smiled.
Jessica just stared into his eyes, trying her best to pretend it did not feel great.
“I think you like it. You probably won’t even tell on me. You don’t want me to get in trouble, do you?” he grinned.
Jessica shook her head. No, she didn’t want him to get in trouble! She wanted this, but was not about to let him know it. But she was now afraid that she was going to have an orgasm because what he was doing to her was satisfying the intense horniness that she had been experienced all day. She knew it was going to be a strong one and she just hoped that he wouldn’t realize it.
Marty turned her face toward him and kissed her lips. She didn’t react. He drew his cock nearly all the way out, allowing only his swollen cock-head to remain inside her. Then he plunged into her quickly. Her mouth and eyes opened, as in surprise.
Marty continued to pull his cock nearly all the way out of her, very slowly, then more forcefully thrusting into her. He could tell that his daughter’s breathing was shallow. He sensed that she was loving what he was doing to her, even though she was not participating. She was just lying there.
He quickened his pace. His strokes were long and relatively fast; not violent. Jessica could feel her orgasm threatening to overtake her. She closed her eyes. Her father was, obviously, way more experienced than her brother, even though she doubted he could ever match what had happened between her and her brother the day before. But her father was fucking her with such desire and passion and expertise. She simply loved it and she wished that she could tell him how good it was!
Then it hit her. She reached for the sheet and bit down on it to keep from screaming out. She kept her eyes closed tightly as a tsunami of pure pleasure swept over her body. She had no control over her hips as they reflexively began to hunch upward, welcoming each expert thrust of her father’s loins. She could feel his long, thick cock thrusting into her with great rapidity. It was wonderful! She was on fire with lust and passion as her pussy cramped around his pleasure-giving rod. Her hands, involuntarily, reached for his ass-cheeks and pulled him deep inside her. She pulled at him to keep his thick phallus inside her as her orgasm continued to wash over her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably from head to foot.
She put her feet flat on the bed, her knees bent, as she thrust her open loins upward to him, fucking herself on his thick length of daddy-cock as she held him still with her grasping hands on his buttocks.
Marty glanced down at the lust-inciting view of his daughter’s body as she bucked up at him, obviously in the throes of a violent orgasm. His cock pulsed and his load of pent-up man-seed began its journey down his shaft and began to spew huge gobs into his daughter’s young, sex-hungry, body.
“Jess! Oh, honey, it’s so good! I’m cumming, Baby Girl!” he groaned as he began to deposit, seemingly, quarts of his jism inside his daughter’s body.
Marty lay panting on top of his daughter, his heart racing as he came down from the best orgasm he had had in many years. Jessica’s legs were spread around his body. Her own chest was heaving and perspiration covered both of their bodies. Her face was averted from him and her eyes were closed.
Marty knew what he had done was wrong – by far the worst thing he had ever done in his life. He had let his lust guide him and now his guilt gripped him fiercely. She could never forgive him, he knew. She probably would not tell anyone, but still – she could never be expected to forgive. He had ruined his relationship with his own daughter. This young woman had always been ready to forgive him, no matter what. She loved him unconditionally. But that was over now. He rolled off of her and turned his back to her. Tears began to roll down his cheeks and great sobs caused his chest to heave.
“What have I done?” he cried. “Oh God, what have I done?”
He felt his daughter move behind him. She scooted close to him and threw her arm over him. He felt her kiss his back, then lay her cheek against it. He felt her warm breasts pushed against him, her hardened nipples digging into his back.
“Jess?” he sniffled.
He felt her little hand reaching for and grasping his deflated, wet, cock.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as she kissed his back again.