Twenty
Beth sank down between my legs. She took hold of my rigid member and kissed the tip. I leaned forward, the scent of sex in the air driving me mad. I had always had a special affection for Beth. She was tender and warm. Even now as she licked at my cock, she looked up to me with a hungry and warm gaze. She was eager to please, but I knew she really wanted to please me. I felt it in her soul, never wanting to defy me.
Now that I knew she was my sister, it all began to make sense. The bond between us was real, not just with blood, but who we were. My Beth licked the shaft of my cock before she wrapped her lips around the end and gently sucked.
"My beautiful Beth," I said as the room began to dim.
Beth closed her eyes, opening herself to me without hesitation.
I blinked. When I opened my eyes, I was under a blanket and in a strange bed. The room was dark, the only light spilling in from two windows. Moonbeams painted the air and floor as a gentle darkness calmed my spirit.
The door to the room opened. My eyes turned and looked at the doorway. My voluptuous Beth was standing in the doorframe, a long T shirt covering her body. The hem reached her thick thighs. Even in the near dark, the moonlight was enough to show her nipples erect against her shirt.
Beth stepped in and closed the door behind her. She slowly made her way to the big bed and stood at the edge, looking down at me. Her gaze was not on my face, instead, it was on my growing bulge under the blanket. My senses drank everything in and I could feel I was naked under the thick blanket.
"Dad?" Beth said softly.
I stirred, my actions not feeling like my own. I blinked and looked at her. She looked at me and her eyes shined with something deep and primal.
"What is it, sweetheart," I said, the words not my own.
"I can't sleep," Beth said softly.
My cock thickened as I partially sat up. "Beth, we've been over this. You're a grown woman. You shouldn't sleep in my bed."
"You let me sleep in your bed when you come home drunk," Beth whined.
I shook my head. "Those were mistakes. We shouldn't talk about it."
Beth sat down on the edge of the bed and looked into my eyes. "I want to talk about it. I want you to be happy."
"This is unnatural," I said.
"It doesn't feel unnatural to me," Beth said as she slid her hand and touched the blanket over my leg.
My cock stiffened and pressed up against the blanket. Beth looked at it and licked her lips.
I sat up completely, trying to hide my shame by bunching up the blankets. "Beth, you don't have to do this. Find a man that will be yours."
Beth tilted her head, shadows covering her eyes. "But you feel so good. You're so happy when you come in me. You whispered I feel like mom. I don't care if your drunk or sober, I want you to feel good. I can be mom for you since she's gone."
"Does making others happy, make you happy?" I asked.
Beth gave a silent nod.
Part of me tried to resist, but I was in control and pushed away the resistance. My mind glowed in the body of the dream.
I lifted the blanket and patted the bed beside me. "You can sleep with me tonight."
The shadows pulled away as Beth blinked at me. Her gaze fell to the lifted blanket, my body naked and my cock throbbing. Beth slipped in and snuggled close as I lowered the blanket. She pressed her face to my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
For a long moment, nothing happened. I was comfortable, lost to her scent. I felt like I could have drifted off again when fingers touched my cock. I slowly blinked as Beth kept her face against my chest. Her hand wrapped around my manhood and stroked it slowly.
"I dream about you," Beth whispered as she moved down under the blanket.
I remained still until her lips kissed my manhood. They were delicate at first, her hand stroking me as she kissed it. Soon, her lips gently sucked on the tip.
I threw the blanket aside and watched as Beth gently sucked on my cock. Her tongue played with the tip as her lips slipped over the ridge of my purple head.
"I like that. Suck on it a little more," I whispered.
Beth did as she was told, taking a few more inches. Memories from Beth's past slammed into my thoughts. I saw Beth sneaking into her father's room as he was passed out. She would suck on his cock until it was hard. She would climb into bed and sit on it like a demon in the dark. He remained passed out as she humped his member. Sometimes he would wake up and tell her to stop. Other times, he simply watched as she came on his cock and wet the bed with her lust.
My hand touched her head and fingers moved through her hair. "My Beth, you feel so good. You make me very happy."
Beth's head bobbed a little faster, muffled moans rising up. I let her suck on my member in the darkness and pale moonlight. It felt magical as she tried to pull my essence into her throat.
"Sit on my lap," I said softly.
Beth pulled her head up. She crawled up to me as I was sitting up. I didn't have to say anything else as she took my cock and pressed it to her tight valley entrance. A long moan slipped from her mouth as she sank down to the hilt. Her inner world was pulsed with need as I was buried deep within her.
I ran my fingers through her air as she let out soft moans. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
"It does," she said with a hard whisper.
"You are so good to me. Your tight pussy is like magic to my cock. You don't have to leave. You can stay and milk daddy's cock all you want."
Beth let out a long, blissful sigh as her hips moved. I grabbed at her heavy breast and squeezed. She moaned louder, lost to swirls of bliss.
I turned our bodies and lowered Beth onto her back. I was over her as she grabbed my hips. I slowly moved back and forth, wet inches appearing and disappearing. She whimpered as I increased the tempo slightly. My hand covered her mouth and she moaned louder.