I couldn’t help wiggling my butt a little and letting out a tiny whimper and then he slammed into me.
“Nnngghh!” he grunted loudly before backing out then giving me another firm thrust and an, “Aaahh!”
Then again with a third strong thrust, “Yeeeaah!”
After that he began fucking me again, slapping my bottom with his hips, and my body was once again rocked by orgasmic spasms as I climaxed once more.
My eyes rolled back in my head and a shudder ran through my body as a low shuddering moan escaped my lips.
I tightened my grip around Daddy’s neck with my arms and this time I know I drooled on his shoulder as gurgling sounds eminated from deep inside me.
Phil kept up a steady thrust, milking his cock inside my flexing pussy as he chanted in a breathy whisper, “Oooh yeeeaah, fuuck yeeaah, oh yeah baby.”
He gradually slowed down as my orgasm began to peter out, giving me one more slow, deep thrust, kissing me on my back as he whispered, “That was beautiful Sabrina.”
As he pulled out I felt some of his thick cum slip out of my fresh fucked pussy.
Daddy was stroking my hair and whispering sweet nothings like, “My beautiful baby girl is so sexy.” and “Daddy loves you so much princess.”
I heard Uncle Phil turn the tap on in the tub once more as he called over, “So what do you think Mike? I think she’s better than Marge.”
“Apples and oranges man.” Dad fired back. “How can you compare them.”
As he began washing himself Phile responded incredulously, “You telling Sabrina didn’t just do us both better than her mother did us when she was eighteen?”
“I’m saying they’re not comparable.” my dad explained calmly. “Margarine was more experienced at her age, we were less experienced back then, but the bottom line is no matter how much we love Marge then or now how can we weigh that against our love for our baby girl?”
I had just been passively letting their words pass over me, basking in the afterglow of some good fucking, but now that I had recovered what they were saying started sinking in.
I was speechless as Daddy picked me up and carried me to the tub.
Uncle Phil had been quiet for a moment, partly to finish washing, but also clearly to formulate a response to Daddy because as he finished he said, “I guess you’re right, but you have to admit Sabrina was pretty great.”
“I wouldn’t dream of denying it.” Daddy confirmed as he deposited my thoroughly confused ass in the tub.
I wanted to ask “WTF?!” but wasn’t sure how to say it so I stuttered, “Yo-you and M-m-mom with Unc-uncle Ph-phil?”
Uncle Phil dried himself off then announced, “I’m going to change the sheets.”
As he left the room Daddy turned to me and explained that eighteen years and approximately nine months ago my dad, mom, and “uncle” were having three ways all the time.
Like the only way they had sex was the three of them together.
As he told me all of the intimate details he washed me, dried me, and then carried me down the hall and tucked me into bed.
Before he left he kissed me on the forehead, as he’d done so many times before, and whispered, “Sweet dreams.”
Dad then walked to the door, stopped at the threshold, turned back to me with a warm smile and said sincerely, “Happy birthday Sabrina.”
Then he walked out, closing the door behind him, after dropping a bombshell like that.
I was sure I’d never get to sleep wondering about which one of them was my father.
I was a lot more tired than I’d thought though because I almost instantly fell into a fitful slumper.
…to be continued