This is Chapter 9 of the "Bernadette's Website" series
Penny and Leonard were looking over Bernadette's website, badbernie.com, the main competition to Penny's own website, Penny's Playhouse.
Penny pointed at the computer screen. "Look at that shit!"
Leonard shook his head. "Yeahhhhh, just look at that shit," trying to sound like he completely agreed with her.
"I mean, look at that. She did her own dad! That's so..."
Leonard interrupted. "Sick? Perverted? Twisted? Yeah, absolutely."
"And amateurish!"
"Huh?"
"Just doing her dad. Sheesh! I'll show that bitch how it's done! I need to make a phone call."
Leonard put his head in his hands. "Awwwww, shit."
*****
Penny picked up her father Wyatt and brother Randall from the Hollywood Burbank airport.
"Nice car, sis!" Randall said from the back seat.
Wyatt nodded. "Yeah it is! I ain't never owned nothin' this nice! You must be doin' well, Slugger."
Penny smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, I'm doing alright." Truth was, her website was like an ATM machine. She was doing more than alright.
"Dang! Between this new car smell and you lookin' all hot and all, it's got me horny as hell!" Randall announced.
It was true. And intentional. Penny was wearing a flimsy little, peek-a-boo halter top that was loosely tied down the center showing plenty of cleavage and tit. Around her waist were frayed jean shorts that would've put Daisy Duke to shame. A pair of black Vans slip-ons adorned her feet.
Penny looked at her brother in the rearview mirror. "Jesus, Randall! Already!"
Wyatt turned his head. "Just settle down back there, Randall. There'll be plenty of time for that sort of thing." He turned to his daughter. "But he's right. You're lookin' pretty damn hot today, Slugger."
Penny smiled. "Thanks, Daddy!"
"Ah c'mon, guys! If y'all had been in prison, and y'all saw Penny dressed like that, your dick would be hard, too!" It was well known that, since getting off meth and out of prison, Randall had the sex drive of a rabbit.
"Again with the prison thing?" Randall was constantly using his time in prison as an excuse for just about anything.
"Hey now, go easy on your brother. Prison was rough on him."
"Fine. I'm sorry," she said begrudgingly.
"So, whaddya think? Think you can reach back here and gimme a hand job?" There was the sound of a zipper.
"What?! No! No, I can't reach back there and give you a hand job! Jesus!"
"Well, damn! Those sexy stewardesses got me all worked up. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" He shook his stiff wand.
"Oh my God, Randall," Penny said in disgust.
"Just take care of it yourself for now, son."
"Oh, balls." Penny paused. "Fine. Don't make a mess in my backseat!"
Randall ripped off his jeans and was quickly choking his chicken. "How 'bout showin' me some tit, sis?"
"What?! I'm driving on a fucking freeway!"
"Aw, come on!"
"Ya know, what's it gonna hurt, Slugger? I mean, it's California. People drive around topless all the time from what I hear."
"What?! No! They drive around with their tops down!"
Wyatt looked confused. "What's the difference?"
Penny was exasperated. "Ohmagawd," she sighed. "Fine."
"Sweet!" came from the back seat.
Wyatt reached over and began to untie the center of her top. "Here, let me help you with that. Don't wanna have an accident or anything." Penny leaned forward and Wyatt pulled the shirt back over her shoulders and halfway down her back. "You sure got some sweet ass tits there, Slugger."
"Titties!"
Wyatt began to caress and fondle his daughters breasts. "Some damn fine titties."
"Daddy...I, uh...oh!" she squealed when Wyatt took a pointed nipple between his lips. "Uh, Daddy...uh...mmmmmm..." Her body was beginning to get warm.
Fortunately, she had planned for this. She thought this might happen. She'd had Leonard plant five hidden cameras in various locations throughout the car.
Wyatt sat back up. ZIP! "How about rubbin' one out for your old man, Slugger?" He waved his pole at Penny.
"Daddy! Holy crap on a cracker!"
"What can I say? Your momma would only give me a blow job this morning, that bi... When did you turn into such an uppity little girl? It wasn't that long ago I wouldn't even had to have asked."
Penny huffed. "Fine! Give it here." Wyatt leaned back into his seat. Penny wrapped her long, thin fingers around his already throbbing shaft.
Wyatt smiled and closed his eyes. "Oh yeah, that's it."
Randall leaned forward and looked over the seat, continuing to pleasure himself. "Oh yeah, that looks real nice, Daddy."
"Mmmmmm, it feels real nice, son. Real nice."
"Oh!" Penny gasped when Randall reached over with his free hand and tweaked an erect nipple.
"Ha ha! Still got them sensitive titties, huh, sis?"
"Mmmmm...why...why would that change?" she moaned while she stroked her father. She jumped when Wyatt's hand landed on her thigh.
"Still got that silky smooth skin, huh?" Wyatt whirred as he ran his rough hand up and down her thigh.
"I...I...I use a special...mmmmm...special moisturizer." Her body was heating up.
"You'll have to tell your momma what you use."
As they exited CA-134, things were reaching a crescendo. Both men's bodies began to tense.
"Oh yeah, that's it, Slugger. Nice and fast. Oh yeah, just like that," Wyatt said quite calmly.
"Oh damn, sis! Them titties are about to make me bust a nut!"
"Okay guys, let's wrap this thing up. We're almost there!"
Wyatt was the first to go. "Yep! Yep! Just like that! That's it! That's it! Dayyyuuuummmm!"
A thick, white spurt sprang up and quickly back down across the tip just as another squirt escaped. She continued to stroke him, coaxing more to ooze out. The sticky white substance slid down his shaft and across her fingers.
"Oh shoot! Oh shoot! Ohhhhhh shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoooooooot!" Randall's body shuddered. A rope of white rainbowed over the front seat, over Penny's shoulder, and landed on the top of one of her tan globes. A second stream followed the path of the first, completely covering the top of her tit. Several more squirts landed on the top of the leather seat and streaked down it. He collapsed into the back seat. "Holy moly, that felt good!"
Penny held out her sticky hand. Spiderwebs formed between her open fingers. She looked down at the drips falling off her aching nipples onto her shorts.
"Dammit, guys," she moaned. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. "Goddammit, Randall! I told you not to make a mess on my seats!"
He smiled. "Nooooo, you told me not to make a mess on the
back
seat. And I didn't."
"Asshole," she muttered after taking another lick of her fingers. "What about me?"
"What about you, Slugger?" Wyatt asked as he zipped back up.
"Well...now I'm all worked up!"
"That's your problem, sis. You're always thinking of yourself."
"Now, don't be selfish, Slugger."
Penny gritted her teeth. "Assholes!" she said under her breath.
At least I should've gotten some good video out of that!
she thought to herself.
The rest of the afternoon passed without further incident. Penny made hot dogs and beans for dinner, then changed her clothes before sitting down to watch TV. She changed into something more, shall we say, comfortable.
The boys were already seated on the couch. Wyatt flipped through the TV channels. Unbeknownst to them, Leonard and Howard had placed security cameras all over the apartment to catch all the action.
"Doggone it! It's almost time for Wheel of Fortune! What channel's it on, Slugger?"
"Channel 7, Daddy." She plopped down on the couch between them wearing a short cropped t-shirt and loose fitting running shorts.
Pat Sajak and Vanna White flashed across the screen. All three shouted at the screen in unison, "Wheel! Of! Fortune!"
"Damn, I remember when that Vanna White was in that there Playboy. Hot damn!" Wyatt said flashing back.
"Really, Daddy? Was she naked?" Randall asked.
"Naked as a goddamn jaybird!"
"Damn," Randall sighed.
Soon, the two men were shouting letters and words at the TV as if they were in the studio, all the while unconsciously running their hands up and down Penny's toned thighs. Of course, none of the words they were shouting were correct. But that didn't slow them down.
When the big winner was announced, and Pat and Vanna signed off, Wyatt leaned back into the couch.
"Goddamn! That was just like the old days! All of us playin' that damn game."
"You should try ta get on that show, Daddy! You...you'd be rich!" Randall said with excitement.
Wyatt thought about it. "Nah. It wouldn't be fair ta those other contestants." He had another flash back. "Yeah, that was fun. The only difference between now and then was you weren't makin' out with some dumbass on the other couch there, Slugger."
"Daddy! I wasn't always making out on the couch!" Wyatt looked at her. "Sometimes." He looked at her again. "Okay, fine! But they weren't all dumbasses!" He looked at her. "Okay, fine! Some of them were dumbasses." She looked at her father. "Okay, fine! Yes, they were all dumbasses! There. Happy now?"
"Speakin' of dumbasses, where's that rocket scientist boyfriend of yours?"
"Leonard? He's not a dumbass! He's an experimental physicist for God's sake."
"Hell no he ain't no dumbass! I'll bet he can spell words those dumbasses back home ain't even heard of."
"Do you think he fucks her like those dumbasses back home, Daddy?"
Penny's jaw dropped. "Randall!"
"God, I hope not, son."
"Daddy!"
"Do you think he fucks her like we used to, Daddy?"