The characters in the story are above 18. This is a work of fiction.
For new readers, this is a continuation of the previous part -
Family Love: Revelation
. So you might want to give that a read to understand the story better. For those who have read it, thank you for your love and feedback.
I have used the character's name in bold to highlight who is telling the story; for the third person, I have used the place's name in bold.
A big thanks to
WokeUpOneDay
for the editing.
I hope you will stick with it till the end.
Enjoy.
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KATIE
I came home somewhat stunned at what had transpired in the dinner with Tim. I was still in disbelief about what he told me. I had heard about people in an incestuous relationship but never thought I would be involved this way. The annoying thing was I didn't even know how I felt about all of this. I left the dinner without saying anything. Tim must have felt bad, but my mind was blank at that time. I couldn't think of anything and didn't know how to respond.
"Do I feel cheated, disgusted? No, I don't believe so. I don't feel elated either, for that matter. Why does it have to be so complicated? I think I will sleep on it," I said the last line out loud, forgetting that I was on the living room couch staring at the table.
"Sweetie, I don't think that's a good idea. You have a bedroom right?" Dad said, laughing.
"Sorry I spaced out," I responded meekly.
"Something bugging you?"
"Nah, just stuff. I am going to bed."
"Okay, don't stay up too late, spacing out," he chuckled.
"Good night, Dad."
I flopped on my bed after changing into my nightwear, hoping sleep would take over eventually.
In the middle of the night, I felt a rustling on my bed that awoke me. There was someone on my bed trying to get undercover.
"Who could be here at this time," I thought. Then a smile formed on my lips at the realization. "You really should stop climbing to my bedroom, you know."
There was no reply, and I felt the hem of my nightie moving upwards. "That didn't take too long. What are you planning, hmm?" I was getting excited. Slowly, my panties were being pulled down. I lifted my ass to assist. I could feel his breath close to my snatch and then felt the contact of his moist, warm tongue on my pussy lips.
"Oh shit."
One stroke of his moist muscle, upwards, second stroke, then third. I pressed his head closer.
"Stop teasing me. Enter, please."
He stopped licking and plunged two fingers inside.
"Yes, suck on my clit now." I moaned, arching my back. He lowered his head again and started nibbling at my clit at the same time, moving his fingers in and out. "Yeah, keep doing it," I said in a low voice. "Come over here and give me a kiss."
He didn't respond. Instead he started moving his fingers quickly. "Uh, okay, or we can keep doing that," I said, pinching my nipples.
He stopped suddenly.
"No, please," I pleaded.
I felt a tent forming in the covers and saw him getting up. He hovered over me, and then I felt it: contact of the tip of his dick. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Are we really doing it?"
Again he just responded by pressing his cock on my mound. I felt it snaking into my body.
"Will my first time with him be like this?" I thought. Then I realized I didn't care. I wanted this more than ever, the hell with romance. "Fuck me, please."
He didn't disappoint. He pressed harder and I could feel his warm dick in my pussy. "Uh yes," I groaned. His dick stretched my pussy, and he hadn't even entered me entirely.
"Go slow," I said. He started pumping his cock. "Or not."
Shit, I loved the feel of his dick. I hadn't had sex for a long time.
"Shit, Tim, keep going. That's it," I encouraged him.
He increased his pace and my pussy was on fire. He lowered his body towards me and took my nipple in his mouth, biting hard on it. I was moaning loudly and I didn't care if my parents heard me or not. I needed this.
"Faster."
He obliged, and I clenched the sheets in my hands. I could feel an orgasm building.
"Show me your face. I want to cum looking in your eyes."
His face got closer to mine. I focused, and my eyes went wide.
"ERIC!!"
But it was too late. I was on the point of no return and I felt my whole body shudder, my toes curled, and the climax took over. The next moment my eyes flew open, and I could see blinding light coming from the window. I was breathing heavily.
"Damn, that was intense," I thought.
I touched my panties, and they were soaked. I felt my pussy and my finger moved in without an effort. That felt so real. I looked at the clock, and it was eight in the morning.
I decided to take the day off and turned in my bed, wanting to go back to sleep. But I was wide awake. I thought about my dream. Why would something like that come to my mind? I had no idea, but to be honest maybe I had. After tossing and turning for about half an hour I got up. I joined Mom and Dad in the dining room following my daily routine.
"Morning. Today is your day off?" Mom asked.
"I am not going. I will clean my room today," I said, biting a mouthful of toast.
"You don't have to do that job anyway. Why don't you just spend time at college; make friends and have fun," Dad said.
"We both know how that ended up for me last time," I said. "Besides, I have a boyfriend so I am having fun."
"I was not talking about that kind of fun. But you said he was Eric's son. That's why I allowed you to date him. But I have to meet him, I guess," he said staring at me.
"I am planning on quitting the job," I said quickly changing the subject.
"A wise decision."
"I want to work in a garage."
"Not a wise decision."
"Come on, Dad, you know how much I love cars."
"Then I will buy you one."
"I love cars as in their machinery, peeking under the hood... God, you are hopeless," I threw my head back and crossed my arms. Mom chuckled.
"I should get going now, sweetie. We will talk later," he smiled at me and said goodbye.
"Why won't he kiss you anymore, Mom?" I asked after the Dad left. Mom choked a little.
"Where did that come from?"
"You two don't seem to show any affection lately."
"I think someone's hormones have taken over their mind."
"No, Mom, seriously!"
"Hmm, I don't know. We have aged, I think. Things don't remain so passionate over time," she said, lost and staring at the wall.
"So you two are not engaged in 'you know what I mean' anymore?" I said, winking at her.