Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/ast/sister5.txt

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                        HORNY PEEPING SISTER

                              Chapter 5

 When  Becky  arrived  home,  she  found  her  father in the kitchen
 wearing an apron  and putting dinner on the  table. There were only
 three places set, and Becky guiltily slid into hers.

 "Where's mom?" she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front
 of her.

 "She had a  big meeting with a client,"  Jim Moon replied, noticing
 his daughter looked especially radiant. "Do you know where Tom is?"

 "Nope," Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food.

 "I guess we'll  start without him, then," Jim  sighed, sitting down
 himself.

 "Yeah, guess so," Becky mumbled.

 As she began to eat, Becky tried  to stay calm, but it wasn't easy.
 She  was relieved  that her  mother wasn't  there. Somehow  her mom
 always knew when she was lying  or trying to hide something. Still,
 it made her nervous to have to  lie right to her father's face. She
 wished that Tom would hurry up and get his ass home!

 Jim  watched  his  daughter  move  her  food  around  on her plate,
 arranging  it  into  little  piles  and  then  smashing  them flat.
 Obviously something was on the girl's mind, and he wondered what it
 could  be. All  the time  she and  Tom had  been spending  together
 lately had not gone unnoticed by their usually quiet father. Still,
 Jim  didn't  know  exactly  how  to  approach  the subject with his
 daughter, so he just let them finish their meal in silence.

 When  they were  about done,  Tom burst  in through  the back door,
 school books in hand.

 "Sorry dad, I  got hung up." He glanced  briefly at Becky. "Where's
 mom?"

 "She  had to  work late,"  Jim said,  noticing the  odd way his son
 looked at Becky.

 "We didn't know how late you'd be so we've already finished."

 "No sweat, dad," Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and
 then heading for the living room. "I wanted to catch the end of the
 game anyway."

 Jim didn't  say anthing as  Tom carried his  meal to the  couch and
 turn on the television. Such  behavior was strictly prohibited when
 Julie was home,  but since she wasn't there, Jim  saw no reason the
 boy couldn't eat wherever he wanted to. Again alone with Becky, Jim
 pushed back his chair and sighed.

 "So, how's school?" he asked.

 "What?" Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of
 the evening, that she didn't hear her father's question.

 "I just asked how things were going at school."

 "Oh, okay I guess," Becky said, getting up and carrying their dirty
 dishes to the sink.

 As  she swept  past Jim,  he caught  the unmistakable  scent of sex
 wafting from  her. Had his little  girl just been fucked?  he asked
 himself.

 Becky had her back to her father  as she scraped the plates off and
 filled the  sink with hot water.  Her pussy hurt a  little bit from
 the vigorous finger-fucking  Tom had given it, and  she shifted her
 thighs,  trying  to  ease  her  discomfort.  Jim  noticed  her sexy
 gyrations and cleared his throat loudly.

 "Honey, ah,  you're getting to be  quite a young woman,  and ah, if
 there's every  anything you want  to talk about,  any questions you
 might have,  you know you  can come to  me and I'll  help you all I
 can."

 "Thanks, dad," Becky murmured, her back still to him.

 "I know your  mother isn't the kind of person  who seems like she'd
 be easy to  talk to about uh, sex,  so I want you to  know that I'm
 available to you."

 Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together.

 As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daughter was turned on
 for some reason. He watched her ass  rock from side to side ever so
 slightly and  found himself wanting  Becky, wanting her  very much.
 Sex with his wife was poor at best and, although he didn't want to,
 he began to imagine what it would be like to fuck his own daughter.

 "Do you think  you know enough about sex?" he  asked, his own blunt
 question  turning him  on. "I   mean, is  there anything  you don't
 understand?"

 "I don't  know," Becky shrugged,  pressing herself tighter  against
 the counter.

 Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts
 returned  to  the  people  she  had  watched  fucking  earlier that
 evening. She imagined them to have been father and daughter and the
 idea of  actually getting the  chance to have  that kind of  sexual
 experience herself  began to appeal  to her. But  could she do  it?
 Could her father do it? she wondered.

 At that point Jim wasn't sure himself either. But his daughter drew
 him like a  magnet and he got up  and walked over to her.  He stood
 right behind her as she soaped the dishes, his body close enough to
 her so she could feel his body heat, but not close enough to touch.

 "I know  it's none of my  business honey," he said  softly, pushing
 her  hair to  one side  and caressing  her bare  neck, "but I don't
 think you were at your piano lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?"

 Becky shrugged.

 "Well, it really doesn't matter," Jim  said, hugging her to him. At
 first Becky  was stiff in his  embrace, but when she  felt his hard
 cock against the  crack of her ass, she relaxed.  Now she knew that
 he wanted her just as she wanted him.

 "You're  right Daddy,  I was  with a  boy tonight,"  she whispered,
 rubbing back against him.

 "I  hope you  didn't do   anything foolish,"  Jim panted,  his arms
 holding her tight against him and caressing her curvy sides.

 "I didn't  let him fuck  me, if that's  what you mean,"  Becky said
 boldly, writhing her ass against his hard-on.

 "Have you ever fucked a boy?"  Jim asked, his hands moving down the
 front of her  body and to the crotch of  her jeans. When she didn't
 stop him, he rubbed the crux of her thighs.

 "Only one," she replied, her cunt fucking under her father's touch.

 The top of Becky's blonde head came  to just beneath his chin as he
 pressed  himself  against  her  harder  than  ever.  His hands were
 between her  upper thighs, and  he could feel  the heat of  her hot
 cunt through  the fabric of her  jeans. Jim didn't believe  what he
 was doing,  but kept doing  it anyway, his  hard-on growing stiffer
 against Becky's ass.

 Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad's hands disappearing
 between her legs. She rolled her  head back against him and sighed.
 This was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew
 that  soon she  would be  taking her  father's cock,  just like the
 little brunette had. To speed  things along, Becky reached down and
 unzipped the front of her pants.

 "You can  stop me any  time you want  to," her father  panted as he
 accepted her  invitation and moved  his hands inside  her jeans and
 panties.

 Becky sighed  and wiggled a bit,  easing her pants down  around her
 thighs. Her father's touch made her tingle, and that surprised her.
 She would not have thought that anything could make her feel better
 than the things she had done with her brother.

 But her father was very much  like her brother only bigger and more
 experienced. He too,  was tall and dark, and  Becky relaxed against
 him, opening herself up to his magical touch.

 Jim touched the  soft, wet folds of her cunt  and sighed with lust.
 God, what  was he doing?  Was he out  of his mind?  But he couldn't
 stop, he didn't  want to stop, so he probed  the juicy tightness of
 Becky's young pussy.

 Becky's hands were  limp in the dishwater and  her head rolled back
 against  his chest.  His cock   was throbbing  behind her,  and she
 wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted before.

 "You gonna fuck me, Dad?" she asked, her voice thick and odd.

 "Do you want me to?"

 "Yesss, oh yesss!" she sighed.

 Jim kept  one finger probing  at the open  flower of her  pussy and
 brought the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his
 zipper. His  cock bobbed up,  automatically nudging in  between his
 daughter's legs.

 Becky whimpered  when her father fisted  his cock and guided  it to
 the opening  of her pussy. Becky  lifted herself up on  the counter
 slightly to make it easier for him to penetrate her.

 Jim  gave her  a series  of short,  quick fuck-strokes, feeding his
 little girl his  cock a bit at a  time. He could hear the  drone of
 the television, and  he remembered that Tom might  wander back into
 the kitchen at any moment. It worried him, but at the moment he was
 too horny to  let anything stop him from finishing  the fuck he had
 just begun.

 When the tip  of his cock was securely inside  Becky, he again took
 her in his  arms and held her up off  the floor. Then, with another
 few lunges, he had her filled with his prick-meat.

 "Daddyyyy," Becky sighed.

 Jim braced her against the counter and pumped into her with a vigor
 he  hadn't felt  in years.  His wife  used to  be a  good fuck, but
 lately she'd been too bitchy to even  turn him on. He chose just to
 leave her to her own devices and  went his own way. Fucking his own
 daughter  was turning  out to  be the  very best  way he'd found to
 scratch his itch in a very long time.

 As he fucked her, Becky felt her pants slipping farther and farther
 down her  legs until they were  tangled around her shoes.  She felt
 light and very  feminine with her father holding her  up in the air
 while he fucked  her. Briefly she wondered if  she looked as wanton
 taking  her daddy's  prick as  the brunette  girl had  earlier that
 evening.

 Cunt-juice flowed  from Becky's open  pussy and made  it easier for
 her dad  to fuck her hard  and fast. His pants  too rolled down his
 hips, freeing  him for wilder  and more wanton  fucking. He gripped
 Becky  tightly, holding  her up  and using  her like  some kind  of
 fuck-off doll.

 Becky sighed and  moaned, her father's cock going  deeper inside of
 her than her  brother's prick ever had. She  felt like her father's
 prick was touching special places within her, places that had never
 been  touched before.  She wiggled   around as  much as  she could,
 wanting to let him know that she loved what he was doing to her and
 to beg him not to stop.

 But Jim had  no intention of stopping, at least  not until he came.
 He nuzzled his  face into his daughter's fragrant  hair and nibbled
 on her  white neck as he  continued to feed her  the many inches of
 his man-sized prick shaft.

 "Am I hurting you?" he panted.

 "N-n-n-noooo," Becky  replied, her answer coming  out shaky because
 of his vigorous fucking. "I-I-I love it!"

 "Good,"  Jim  grunted,  slamming  his  cock  into  her all the way,
 "because so do I!"

 His hard  fuck-strokes jammed Becky  against the counter,  her hips
 grinding against the  tiles. Jim leaned over her  and forced her to
 bend at the  waist, bringing her long hair into  the soapy water in
 front of her.

 More than ever Becky felt like  the fucking couple she had watched.
 Now, like that girl, she was bent  way over with her dad giving her
 his cock  from behind! Becky leaned  forward even farther, watching
 the ends of  her hair floating on the greasy,  sudsy surface of the
 dishwater.

 When her father  fucked into her hard, her  clit was ground against
 the counter with especially  pleasant results. Becky rocked forward
 and back  as much as  she could, increasing  the violence of  their
 fucking motions, and also increasing  the contact her sizzling clit
 recieved.

 Jim  caught on  to what  she was  doing and  began to  help her. He
 lifted  her  up  and  leaned  against  her  back, bouncing her clit
 against the edge of the counter.

 Little flutters  began to run down  her spine and Jim  felt them on
 the inside as well as the outside  of her body. His cock was jolted
 by them  and it thrilled  him to know  that his little  girl was so
 close to  coming. He plowed her  cunt that much faster,  anxious to
 bring her off.

 Becky grabbed the far side of the  sink and used it for leverage to
 fuck back at her dad. His cock continued to trench her out, filling
 and stretching her pussy-channel like  Tom's young prick never had.
 She writhed and swooned, her body  taking over her mind and fucking
 of its own volition.

 The  more extreme  the quaking  inside of  Becky's cunt became, the
 more frenzied her father's fucking  became. Jim rolled his eyes and
 thundered his  cock forward, jabbing it  between the gripping walls
 of Becky's pussy. He could feel from  the way his nuts had begun to
 tingle that it wouldn't be long before he was coming, too.

 "Daddy, I'm gonna come," Becky panted, as if asking his permission.

 "Do  it, baby,  do it,"  Jim grunted,  filling her  with his prick.
 "Just let it go!"

 Becky's  mouth was  open, and  she breathed  loudly. She gasped and
 sputtered, her  orgasm wracking her body  with tremendous shudders.
 Jim held  her tight and continued  to fuck her, the  tremors in her
 cunt vibrating  his whole body from  the cock on up.  Together they
 panted and sighed, the father savoring his daughter's orgasm almost
 as much as he would savor one of his own.

 Becky pressed  her clit tightly  against the counter  edge and felt
 the mouth  of her pussy opening  and closing as if  gulping in air.
 Her  eyes were  squeezed shut,  and she  was bent  cruelly over the
 counter, her face very near to the cooling water.

 As her orgasm  subsided, Jim took it easy on  her, fucking her with
 tender, stirring  strokes that made her  coo and sigh. But  it cost
 him dearly, and he could only  hold himself back for so long before
 his body tensed and he let her have it with both barrels again.

 "Get ready baby," he panted, ramming into her with renewed vigor.

 "Yes Daddy,  I'm ready," Becky  gasped, his weight  nearly crushing
 her.

 Like a  dog fucking its mate,  Jim leaned into his  little girl and
 fed  her the  last of   his exquisite  fucking. His  cock thundered
 through the  ultra-tight of her  freshly climaxed cunt,  loving the
 way the  walls of her pussy  continued to shudder with  soft, stray
 ripples of ecstasy.  Each one thrilled Jim right  down to the roots
 of his hair and spurred him on to fuck Becky that much harder.

 The silky  interior of her  pussy caressed his  sizzling prick, and
 Jim grunted and gasped in frustration and pleasure. The come in his
 nuts gathered  together and then,  despite his effort  to delay it,
 came rushing  up along the tube  of his prick like  the tide on the
 beach and crashed forth, shooting from  the tiny hole in the end of
 his prick with incredible force and volume.

 "Ahhh, gahhhh,  fuck!" he gurgled,  burying his sobs  of release in
 her long, silky hair.

 Becky felt like she might explode  from the strength of his climax.
 She  felt the  cream decorate  her insides  with its  whiteness and
 warmth. Even coming with her own brother had never been like this!

 For several seconds her father shuddered against her back, his cock
 bucking around inside her. Then,  gradually, she felt him relax and
 his cock begin to slip from her, greased with a thick stream of his
 escaping jizz. An  inch at a time Jim lowered  her to the floor and
 her toes had just touched when she heard her brother's voice.

 "Jesus  mother-fucking  Christ!"  Tom  exclaimed,  his  milk  glass
 crashing to the floor. "Damn!"