Edie Trudeau was at the kitchen sink doing the dishes following Sunday dinner when she looked out the window and saw her father walking through the back yard toward the old tool shed.
She smiled wickedly and licked her lips as she saw the rolled-up magazine that was just peeking out from the pocket of his overalls.
"I know what you're up to," she said out loud in a sing-song voice.
She gave him a few minutes to get to the shed and get started then she dried her hands and slipped out to follow him. Her cunt was bubbling, and she could feel the slippery heat seeping into the thong panties she wore under her tight jeans.
She quietly sneaked over to her spot, to the open knothole that was almost perfectly positioned to give her a straight view of her father seated on his old office chair. A desk lamp was on, beaming down on the magazine that lay open on the desk in front of him.
Edie gasped in excitement as she saw her handsome father with his overalls bunched around his ankles and his nice fat cock hot and hard in his hand.
Charles Trudeau was engrossed in what he was doing and didn't hear anything from outside the shed. He slowly worked his throbbing meat up and down with his left hand while turning the pages of his favorite sex magazine with his right hand.
Since his divorce 10 years earlier, this had become his favored method of sexual release. He was a quiet, hard-working man, a machinist for the paper mill in town, and he didn't have much of a social life, being devoted to raising his two daughters and keeping his small house in the country.
While he sometimes masturbated in his bed at night, just to get to sleep, he much preferred the excitement, the forbidden thrill, of coming out on a Sunday afternoon and taking care of his business.
And, really, the house was too small for him to hide behind his bedroom door in mid-afternoon, especially if one or both of the girls were home.
However, that was also part of his fantasy. He wasn't sure what he would do or how he would react if one of them caught him doing what he was doing, but the possibility of his sexy daughters discovering his secret drove him almost to madness.
Charles groaned at the thought of Edie's or Aimee's taut naked body in front of him. He imagined them together, holding each other, caressing each other, as he suspected they did when he was gone to work and they were home alone.
He swirled a flow of pre-cum around the head of his throbbing, purple cock at the shocking images of incest that ran through his fevered mind. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls as he rhythmically stroked his dick imagining that he was fucking one or both of them.
Edie had to stifle a groan of her own as she knelt by the side of the shed. Her left hand was wedged between her legs, caressing her jean-covered crotch. She fervently wished Aimee could be there with her, to watch the show with her, to stroke her hot pussy and make her come.
But Aimee was at work, at the part-time job she had at the supermarket in town, and that would have to wait. Nevertheless, Edie made a silent vow that as soon as her little sister got home, she was going to get what she needed.
She quietly unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand inside. She nearly swooned when her middle finger caressed her hard little clit and she felt the well of juice flow over her hand.
Charles was almost there, as he flipped the pages of the magazine and drank in the images of the young girls getting all of their horny holes filled with hard cocks. Faster and harder he stroked, until at last he felt that crackling sensation that he knew was the onset of his climax.
With a loud groan, he squeezed his dick hard, then leaned back as a fountain of cum exploded out the end of his cock. The pearly white cream splattered up and down his naked virile chest as he milked his cum from his throbbing, twitching cock.
Then he slumped back on his chair in satisfaction, but also in some remorse. He missed the soft touch of a woman, but the pickings for a man his age in this isolated area were pretty slim.
And he hated himself for having such wicked thoughts about his girls, but he couldn't help it. They were so beautiful and so sexy and they were so devoted to him, that he couldn't keep the thoughts of lust away.
Edie groaned softly in frustration as she watched her father's awesome display of cum. The thought of his hot cock giving her pleasure unending had driven her close to an orgasm, but she hadn't quite gotten there.
Now, she really was going to have to attack her sister, and at that point she didn't care if Charles found out or not. As she thought about what she was going to do when Aimee got home, a sly smile creased her face.
She stood up, buttoned up her jeans and quickly, but quietly, walked back to the house, and as she did, a plan began to form in her mind about how they could finally get what they'd always wanted, their father's cock.
Edie and Aimee had always been close like that. They had been born almost exactly 11 months apart, Edie in September and Aimee in August, and because of the way their birthdays fell, they had started school at the same time, had gone through school together and had graduated together nearly a year earlier.
From their father they had inherited a bit of shyness, at least to those on the outside. Edie was a little more outgoing than Aimee, but they had both always been loners, a little outside the social mainstream in their school. But from their mother they had gotten a deep well of carnality, a strong desire for sex.
Their mother, Simone, had been a city girl, but Charles hated the bustle and pace of urban life. He had gone to work as a machinist at a factory after high school, because of the high wages. While he loved his work, he was miserable in the city, and he was reluctant to raise his girls there.
When Edie was 6 and Aimee was 5, he had convinced his wife to move to the country, into the small house he'd inherited when his father had died. As miserable as Charles had been in the city, Simone had been miserable in the country. The house was a good 20 miles from the nearest town and quite isolated.
About a year after they'd moved, she'd started going to town one or two nights a week. She'd said she was bored to tears and craved a social outlet. Charles was working hard, plus he'd started a vegetable garden, and he wasn't much of a drinker, so he'd had no desire to go with her.
Before long, she was going out virtually every weekend, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. For two years, Charles turned a blind eye to Simone's antics, hoping she'd come back to her senses, but finally he'd had enough.
All things considered, the divorce had been relatively amicable. Simone basically just wanted her freedom, wanted to go back to the city. All Charles wanted was custody of his girls.
