You know that feeling when you're looking at something in front of your eyes and your brain is telling you, 'No fucking way!!' even though there's no doubt? That was how it was when I cycled home from the Town Library around 7pm last night and saw my 18-year-old sister standing on the porch of our house still wearing her cheerleader's outfit after practice, my dad with his arms around her so he could cup the cheeks of her bare ass, one hand fondling the perfectly pert curvy globe, the other working back and forth between the lips of her pussy.
It was obvious from the way Teri was standing with her face pressed into Dad's chest, her huge breasts mounded either side of her body, my father with his eyes half-closed kissing the top of her head, that she was close to orgasm from being finger-fucked where anyone passing could see her and my instinctive reaction was to spring an awesome boner and immediately reach for my phone to take pictures. A
lot
of pictures...
I had a really great relationship with my sister until she reached her mid-teens. Because my mom passed away when Teri was still young, I stepped up to the plate, looking after us both because my dad had to go back to work as soon as the funeral arrangements had been completed: he works as a realtor and property sales is a cutthroat business. I helped round the house, took Teri to school with me, helped with her homework, downloaded music and movies for her to listen to and watch, set up her first cellphone Dad gave her the Christmas after our mom died. As a family we pulled together and eventually there was love and laughter instead of misery and sadness which suited me just fine.
I'm a year older than Teri so when I discovered how good it felt to stroke my cock until I spurted cum all over my belly, my eyes closing with the pleasure surging through my body, like all teenage boys I became addicted to masturbation and did it as often as possible. I even got a little creative, finding out that my orgasms were even more pleasurable if I used something to fuck my asshole while I was stroking my cock. Doing that didn't worry me I might be gay: I could stand in the showers at school surrounded by cocks and feel absolutely nothing but the sight of a pair of big breasts under a tight cheerleading sweater made me hard as a rock.
Now talk of breasts is what made things awkward between Teri and me. She has always been pretty with long blonde hair she either tied up in a high ponytail with a scrunchie or let fall free down to her ass but, when her figure started to blossom two things happened. The first was she developed a killer body with long legs, a bum that looked like a succulent peach and made you want to bite into it, and breasts that were bigger than many of the women in the neighborhood. They were incredible: almost too big for her slender frame, stunningly sexy when she wore a revealing cut-off t-shirt in the summer or, better still, a bikini when she was in the pool or sunning herself on a lounger. There is no more erotic sight in the world than Teri's big, heavy breasts barely contained by her bikini-top and, although I knew I should feel guilty about it because my desire for her was incestuous, she quickly became the star of my masturbation fantasies, my balls barely recharged before I was hard again.
It never occurred to me my dad might be just as susceptible to Teri's emerging sexuality as I was but it soon became obvious that was the case. She started walking round the house at night wearing a babydoll nightie so sheer I could see her breasts bouncing and jiggling underneath it and I knew for a fact she kept her sex shaven smooth, her clit protruding from the split peach of her pussylips.
The first time I figured there might be something going on between Teri and Dad was when I was up early one morning and she emerged from his bedroom. There had been a thunderstorm during the night which always scared her; when she was younger she used to climb into my bed for reassurance.
"Oh hi, Rob," she said, looking sheepish while my eyes were drawn to her boobs jiggling and swaying under her nightie. "You know me and thunderstorms," she said with a smile and a shrug and I just nodded and went down to fix my breakfast.
But her closeness to Dad happened more and more. I would walk into the kitchen and Teri would be sitting on his lap, whispering in his ear. Or we'd all be watching TV in the evening with Dad and Teri on the sofa and I heard little noises that sounded like she was stroking his cock through his pants or he was working his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. I mean, I
could
have just turned round and seen what they were doing but I didn't want to because I felt Dad should still be grieving for Mom instead of letting, or encouraging, my sister to take Mom's place which was what appeared to be happening.
And now here I was, sitting astride my bike outside the house, taking pictures of my dad masturbating my sister openly, seemingly unconcerned that any of our neighbors could have seen what was happening. So I waited until they went in and then returned home 'officially', opening the garage door to put my bike away and closing it with a bang.
I walked into the kitchen and Dad was arranging warm bread rolls in a basket to put out for dinner.
"Hey, Rob," he said, smiling at me. "All good? Dinner in ten minutes, okay?"
"Is Teri back from cheerleading practice?" I asked innocently.
"Sure, she's upstairs taking a shower."
"Okay," I said. "I'm going to go wash up."
"Great," he said. "And seeing as it's Friday night, do you want a glass of half-and-half with your dinner?"
"Now you're talking, Dad," I said and grinned at him. He lets me drink red wine but only half wine, half water. It doesn't matter to me that it's watered, red wine is fantastic with Dad's Bolognese sauce.
I walked upstairs and turned on my computer then connected my phone. I heard the bathroom door open as I downloaded the photos I'd taken and then scrolled through them, very slowly, blown-up on my monitor. I came to one near the end where Teri's mouth was open, her hand on Dad's cock masturbating him as he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy and made her climax. It was a
really
nice shot catching Teri's mouth open as she gasped and trembled in orgasm, three of Dad's fingers thrust deep inside her widespread pussylips.
"Hey, big brother," said Teri, stopping at the door of my room on her way by. She had a towel wrapped round her body and was toweling her hair dry.
"Hey yourself," I said and turned to look at her.
She saw the sly expression on my face and glanced across at the monitor. Her face drained of color and I could see her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she took in what I was looking at.
"Oh god," she said in a small voice. "You saw - "
"Saw
and
recorded," I said quietly, my eyes meeting hers. "Is there anything you want to talk about, Teri...?"
"No - I mean - I better get dressed," she stammered and ran out of the room. I reached for my mouse, switched my PC onto 'stand by' and went to wash up for dinner, just as I'd told Dad I was going to.
*
Teri was very quiet during dinner, so much so my dad asked her if anything was the matter which showed she hadn't told him what she had seen on my computer screen.
"I'm fine, Dad," she said with a weak smile and then went back to half-heartedly eating her meal which was a shame as it was damned good.
Afterward I excused myself, went upstairs and lay down on my bed, reaching for a book I was enjoying and trying to decide whether to catch a late show at the movies or just jack off and then have an early night. I decided my dick needed attention and pushed my sweats down around my thighs, reaching for my cock which was both hard
and
sensitive which I love, conjured up a vision of my dad sliding his fingers in and out of my sister's tight, wet cunt. I came almost immediately, spurting gushes of thick, warm cum all over my stomach. It felt great and I cleaned myself up, deciding an early night would do me no harm when there was a knock on my bedroom door.
I called out, "Yo..." and Dad put his head round.
"Hey Rob," he said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure," I said, wondering if he could smell the scent of sperm in the air but then I thought what the hell, I'm a teenage boy and it's like a cologne we wear 24/7.
Dad was wearing a bathrobe, his hair wet so he must have just showered. He sat on the edge of my bed and I waited, knowing from the expression on his face that Teri had told him what I'd done. I felt ambivalent: he's my
dad
and I love him but he was masturbating my sister, his daughter, out on the porch where anyone could see, the 'anyone' in this instance being me.
"Teri told me you saw us, son. And that you took pictures. Is that right?"
"Yes," I said, my face impassive.
"Were you going to do anything with them, maybe show them to your friends? If they told their parents our lives, my career, our life as a family would be ruined. Incest is illegal in our state and I could go to jail. You do know that, don't you?"
"Of course, Dad," I said. "The shots aren't for anyone else to see. But they're sexy as hell, Dad, because Teri is a beautiful, incredibly sexy young woman and I often jack off thinking about her."
"Beautiful and sexy is right," Dad said with a laugh. He paused, took a deep breath, and I waited, my eyes meeting his. Then he said, "Teri wanted me to talk to you to explain how it is between her and I. Is that alright?"
"Sure," I said.
I guess he thought I might be upset, or angry or whatever, but I wasn't any of those things. I was just
really
envious.
