Now, that you have heard so much about my sister and I, it would be ideal if I mentioned my sister's name to you. She is called Sapna. In Hindi (the language I speak in), it means, a DREAM. And trust me, she is a dream.
Now that papa had seen Sapna and me make out, he became very horny. Not that we minded. Look at it this way, we sisters gave him a great show. And for someone who had very little sex for a year, he was bound to be horny. And when you see your own daughters making out on a king-size bed, most males would go ape shit. Anyone who says, he won't, is lying.
Anyway, back to dad. Now the thing is, he became more and more horny. Sometimes, we'd see him hovering around our bathroom. Sapna swears she saw him once going into the bathroom with our undies. And when she found them later, it was caked with come.
The only thing is, he watched me. But he was a little more bold with Sapna. And knowing how horny my sister was too, I think she secretly encouraged him. For instance, she started wearing these short tennis skirts. And then she would sit in the kitchen with her legs splayed. I could see her black underwear from a mile off.
Sometimes, I would go close to her, and caress her over her undies when I knew daddy was watching. He would watch and go away. Then when he came back, he would stand close to her and touch her bottom with his crotch. Just like dirty old men do. But my Sapna was swell. She liked this debauchery like me and would push her bottom against him.
Once we went to watch a film together. I think it was Patch Adams. Nothing sexy about it. And it was just the kind of film that parents took their daughters.
We were sitting on the last row, and Daddy was sitting between the two of us. Halfway into the film, I saw his hand resting on the shoulder of my sister's chair. From then onwards, I began to watch them and not the film.
Slowly his hand slipped down over Sapna's shoulder. He began to massage her gently but firmly. She started squirming, but evidently she was enjoying it. Her hand rested on his thigh. His hands slowly slipped inside her T shirt. While her hands gently squeezed his crotch.
Inside, he began to massage her breasts. Slowly, round and round he went with his hands. She snuggled in closer to him. He then took one of her nipples and lightly pinched it. She gave a slight shriek. Luckily it was drowned by the voice of Robin Williams.
Meanwhile her hands could feel the heat of his loins. So, she lightly unzipped him, and shoved one hand inside his trousers. I thought she was quite bold. Because you have to understand, that in India, had she been caught, it would have been the end of her. And him.
Sometimes, I wished I could be there in Sapna's place. I really wished so. But I didn’t want to spoil it for my sister. Also, it would be better for my ego if dad came to me of his own accord. I didn’t want to be the catalyst.
Dad's hands wee in seventh heaven. He went on squeezing her breasts. Sometime later, his hands unhooked her bra, and took them off. He handed it to me, and winked at me… we were like co-conspirators.
Now my sister's breasts seemed larger than ever before. Like me, her breasts would go all swollen when she was excited. Her hands too were very busy.
Suddenly she seemed to drop a handkerchief on the floor. And then she took a long time to pick it up. I later realised that when she had bent down to pick it up, she gave his swollen penis one almighty lick.
Her hands went busy again. And soon, I could hear my dad grunting, and I knew he was about to come. To give him due credit, he was marvelously calm. But as Sapna's hands came away from his crotch, they were glistening. The took her hand and licked it clean.
I was amazed she would do so much in a crowded cinema hall with such expertise.
That evening, at home, the fireworks didn’t take too long in coming. Sapna was standing on the kitchen counter making coffee. He stood close behind and rubbed his pecker on her back. Like I said, I am sure Sapna didn’t mind because she started smiling. So she kept standing as if nothing had happened and thrust her ass back at him a bit.
Anyway, it began to get a little uncomfortable for her trying to make coffee and feel his penis on her backside. So in a fit of boldness, she stopped making coffee, and dropped the spoon on the floor.
"Oops, can you pick it up for me papa?"
Papa was taken aback. But he quickly recovered lost ground and bent down to pick it up. At that instant Sapna leant forward a little so papa could have a clear view of her ass, since that was what he wanted anyway. She was wearing a short skirt (as usual) that day, so it wouldn't be difficult for him. As he looked up, he got a clear view of her ass. Almost involuntarily, his hands slid up her thigh and felt the brown crack between her ass cheeks.
"Mmm, darling! Why are you doing this to me?"
"But isn't that what you want? I saw you looking at us the other day.", She replied.
"But baby, I am your dad."
"So? I love you. And you love me. Isn't that what matters finally?", she shot back.
He moaned and pulled down his shorts. His penis had already made a big tent in the front. Sapna took hold of his penis and pulled it inside her soft wet mouth. He groaned even more now.
His lovely daughter cupped his balls and began to lick the entire length of his penis. Slowly as he reached the peak, she would squeeze his balls gently and he would come down to earth. Then she would take him back to heaven by sucking on his penis shamelessly.
Then she did something almost unthinkable. She took a bottle of chilled Moet and Chandon and McDonald's Hot chocolate fudge from the freezer. First she opened the bottle of wine and popped it all over daddy's stomach. Then in small circles, my sister slowly licked it off him while her breasts rubbed against his hairy stomach.
Then my sister smeared her dad's penis with dark chocolate.
Sapna deliberately made this process long and slow. She wanted him in agony, I could see that. And she liked the power she had over him. Then she repeated the process till his shaft was dripping with ice cream, champagne and pre-cum. When he was almost on the verge, Sapna plunged his knob into the tub full of ice cream and made him make love to it till he begged for mercy. Then she sat on top of dad and slid her pussy on his shaft. Up and down she went as his back arched to meet her vagina. His balls slapped against Sapna's back in a dull tattoo while his hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Harder! Harder.", he begged. She bent down and bit him hard leaving trails of teeth marks on his torso. Then she emptied the rest of champagne on her breasts, as he leaned forward to lick it off. Then when he couldn't bear it anymore, he let himself go, and emptied his come inside my darling sister.
He came in gallons. When the come started dribbling outside her, she leapt off him, and took him in his mouth. He shot the rest of the load inside my sister's mouth. She took all of it calmly, and then walked to where I was standing. Slowly, we French kissed as she passed on dear daddy's come to me. It was sour-salty and the first time I tasted daddy's come.
