Eat, Sleep, Masturbate Ch. 05

This is a work of fiction, the latest (overdue) chapter of what I've mapped in my mind as a multi-part story. I think it stands on its own, but reading the prior "Eat, Sleep, Masturbate" entries will provide context. I write for my own enjoyment, so I am grateful you've stopped by and perhaps chosen to spend some time with my writing.

And the usual disclaimer: All characters are 19 years of age or older. And the Surgeon General has determined that smoking is dangerous to your health. Stroke, don't smoke.

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The metallic scrape of the screen door pierced the still; Dad emerged onto the patio, a lager pint and a cigarette in his left hand. "Hello, you two!"

I remained reclined in my chair; I furtively checked the tip of my penis to find a residual strand of semen hanging, which I wound on my fingertip and wiped on my inner thigh. My sister leaned to quash her cigarette butt in the ashtray on the ground. "Hi Daddy!" She said brightly. She leaned back in the sofa without a care in the world. Though the contrast had mellowed, the streaks and globs of my ejaculate caught in her rich, deep espresso pubes were irrefutable; the wavy furls of her labia parted as she opened her thighs, providing a view to the shiny warm grapefruit of her vagina to both me and our dad.

"What have you two been up to?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"We just masturbated together," Diana declared. She reached across and caressed my knee gleefully. "So we're enjoying the afterglow and the sound of the rain."

"Oh!" Dad interjected, as he rounded behind my chair, kissing the top of my head as he passed. Diana lit another cigarette. "How did that come about?"

Diana shot me a sly grin at Dad's unintentional double entendre. "Well!" my sister burst excitedly as she drew. After a beat, she exhaled, "I found myself getting really aroused this afternoon. The warm air on my skin and being back home with you two just brought a rising tide of feeling." She caressed her left arm with her right hand; her left breast poured over her arm. Thunder lazily rumbled in the distance. "I didn't pay it much mind. But then Lexi came in from his nap bearing a fearsome erection. And that just opened the floodgates. WHOOSH!" She flapped her right hand one time sharply over her head, making her right breast shimmy. "That slow burn turned to a gnaw, I tell you: my vulva was on fire. Finally I thought, this is silly-- I've got this beautiful man right here, erect, so I took a chance and asked if he'd like to join me, and... well...," Diana's voiced trailed off.

Adrenaline shot through my veins straight to my cock when my sister confessed that she needed to masturbate after seeing me hard. Dad offered an understanding nod.

"So, good orgasms?" Dad asked, matter-of-factly.

"Positively toe-curling!" Diana effused. "Like I told Lexi, it's been awhile since I've been with someone, so it was overdue."

"Yeah, and absolutely mind blowing for me," I added.

"Right. And this is your first time with a woman, yes?" Dad inquired.

"Uh, yeah," I affirmed sheepishly.

"Different than masturbating to a magazine, isn't it?" He asked gleefully.

"Oh, yeah--way different. I don't know how to explain it, just... better." My cock responded to our discussion, to my fresh recollections of the afternoon, the warm rain-sodden air on my skin and my sister's naked body and open cunt in front of me: it was turgid, bobbing gently with my heartbeat.

"Well, good. I'm glad you're enjoying each other's company."

"I told Lexi that if he ever feels the need to masturbate that he should come find me."

Dad interrupted and warned, "Oh, careful, sweetie. Your brother masturbates quite frequently."

"That's what I told her!" I seconded.

"That's because you're having poor quality orgasms," my sister retorted. She looked directly at me and continued: "Masturbating to a magazine or Skinemax feels good in the moment, but then kinda unfulfilling after, right?"

I thought for a moment. "Uh... yeah, actually!"

"And the good feelings from that wear off pretty quick, so you're masturbating again, am I right?"

"Yeah!" I affirmed excitedly. She got it--she got me!

"But you said this one was better?"

"Yeah," I said, revelatorily.

"That's because orgasms are meant to be shared," Diana continued. "I think you'll find that if you choose to masturbate with me you'll find the orgasms you have will be more fulfilling. Like eating a good meal, you'll just feel more satisfied." My heart pounded in my chest; my cock leaked.

"Apropos of a good meal, what should we do for dinner?" Dad asked. The rain was letting up; another gentle distant thunder roll muttered the rain's exit. "Ponder than for a moment--I have to urinate."

Dad rose from his chair and headed for the back fence.

"Where's Daddy going? You pee in the backyard?" Her question colored with surprise.

"Well, just past it."

Diana looked confused.

"There's a small run-off gulley just on the back side of the property fence. Water's kinda scarce here, so we reduce our use by peeing through the fence as much as we can. That way, we flush less. Plus, it's easier for me when I'm like this" -- I motioned to my erection -- " 'cause I don't have to try to aim."

"Boys....," my sister chuckled, shaking her head.

"In fact, I gotta pee, too. Be right back." I hopped up, my hard cock bouncing.

"I can't believe you're that hard again," my sister commented.

"That's your fault," I snapped. Diana pointed at herself, touching her index between her breasts, and smiled playfully.

I padded across the warm wet pool deck to join Dad at the fence. He cradled his penis in his hand, his glans positioned through an opening. His stream arched and splashed on the toasted leaves collected in the gulley. I pulled up on his right, clawing my fingers through the wire openings, and slowly piloted my erection into its aperture. My mind and hips imagined this to be the motion of slipping into a woman's vagina: delicate, slow, purposeful, sliding deeper until I reach the hilt. My pubic bone and scrotum pressed against the wet metal. I bore down, my cock bloated, and my urine ultimately flowed, expelling a clot of precum.

Dad cut to the chase: "So how do you feel about your sister's offer?"

"I'm kinda excited about it!" I enthused.

"I see that," acknowledging my hard cock.

"No, I mean, yes, I am excited in that way, but I'm also excited to experience sex with someone. I dunno how, but she totally nailed my feelings. Masturbating by myself is kinda... I dunno... lonely. So sharing it with her will be cool." I paused: "Are you OK with it?"

"I am," he confirmed without hesitation. "I think this is a wonderful, unique opportunity to explore your own sexuality and learn about a woman's sexuality too. Your sister's a shrewd woman; she is absolutely right: what you're seeing in my old magazines and on cable isn't real sexuality. I know your yearn at this age--I had it, too--so the magazines were to offer an outlet. But to understand what it's like to be with a woman, you need to be with a woman. It's very much a shared experience. But the key word there is shared," Dad warned. He shook his penis to expel the last drops. He released his member, and turned to face me. I extracted my cock from the fence and faced him. Placing his right hand on my shoulder, he continued: "So like I told you yesterday, I think you and your sister are going to enjoy your time together, but be mindful of boundaries. Please. Be respectful. OK?" He tousled my hair.

"Yes, yes. Got it." The pee and the slightly dire conversation deflated my erection, but my penis still felt heavy and thick.

Diana called out as we made our way back: "So where is a girl supposed to go? I don't want to be held liable for wasting water," she chided us.

"We hadn't really thought about it," I confessed, looking at Dad.

"Well, come up with something quick because I have to go," Diana warned.

"What about the courtyard drain between the house and my room? Doesn't that drain out past the front yard?" I suggested.

"Excellent thinking," Dad concurred.

"Great! Let's go!" Diana commanded.

"Here! We can go through my room," I offered. My bathroom opened directly to the back patio. We entered and scurried through my room to the door that opens to the small enclosed courtyard. The runoff drain sat in center. "There!" I pointed. My sister squatted: she perched the left cheek of her ass on her left heel while stabilized herself with her right foot flat on the ground. She parted her thighs wide. Her labia hung past the curve of her mound; from them, in short order, her urine poured. For a reason that I couldn't pinpoint or explain, the site of my sister squatting and peeing mesmerized me; my cock was again steely hard. She bore a look of sweet relief. Then, with nonchalance, she looked up at us: "So... dinner. I'm open for anything. Stay in... go out...." Her stream concluded. She grasped her pubic mound in her hand and shook it sharply to dispel any remnant droplets from her vulva. She wiped the residue of my cum from her palm onto her thigh. "As long as I get to spend dinner with my beautiful men, I'm happy."

Dad turned to enter the main part of the house, thinking aloud, "I wonder if the Saint Bea has any availability...." Diana rose as I turned to follow Dad. I took a step but Diana grabbed my wrist.

"Are you OK with everything?" She inquired.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"I can imagine that this is all a little overwhelming. I grew up this way, but you're kinda jumping in the deep end."

"I mean, yeah, my head's spinning a bit, but I'm really excited about this."

"So I see!" Diana teased, referencing my hard cock.

"What? Did you and Dad compare notes?! He just said the exact same thing to me! But yes, I am excited, but not in that way." My sister looked at me crosswise. "Ugh, I just had this conversation with Dad: Yes, I am excited in that way, but beyond that, I mean that it's cool how you and Dad are being so cool about it. It's nice that being a horny teenager is actually understood and accepted. So thank you for that."

"Oh, sweetie, nothing to thank us for. You think me and Daddy weren't horny teenagers once upon time?" My sister pointed out. I chuckled. "Our sexuality is something to be celebrated, and I'm glad we can celebrate it together as family."

"You know, Dad is super worried that I'm going to be overbearing."

"Oh, can you blame him? I am his little girl. It's his nature to be protective. Plus, I'm sure he's recalling his randier days when he was your age. But I'm a big girl." She placed her right hand between her breasts. "I can take care of myself. And I've seen what a gentleman Daddy's raised you to be, so don't fret. If I ever feel uncomfortable with anything you're asking, I will let you know: it'll be a good teaching moment for when you're dating. But I'll also try to be sensitive to where you're coming from. I know what young horniness is like! But also, if there's anything you don't feel comfortable with, please speak up. Deal?"

I extended my hand. "Deal!"

Before she released my hand, she looked in my eyes: "OK, elephant in the room time: do you want to cum again?" She glanced down at my hard cock pointing at her abdomen.

I let go of her hand and confessed, "You know what? And I can't believe I'm saying this--but I think I'm cummed out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, actually. Trust me--no one's more surprised than me. But even though I'm hard, I don't really feel like cumming. I think I had one of those better-quality orgasms you were talking about. I am good."

"OK. Well, if you change your mind...," she said with a smile and a glint in her eye. She patted my ass as I turned to go back inside.

Dad was on the phone. "That's great...." He absent-mindedly caressed his penis. He looked over at the kitchen clock. "We'll see you at 7:30... OK... buh-bye."

"Ok," Dad turned to us as we stood at the entry to the common room, "we have a table for 3 at the Saint Bea at 7:30."

"What time do we need to leave?" Diana asked. "I'd like to freshen up before we go."

"We've got a little over an hour before we need to go," Dad said.

"I'm going to go hop in the pool," I declared.

"Before you go," Dad said. "Come have a seat."

"OK," I said leerily. Dad and Diana shared a warm but earnest look. I grabbed a seat at the kitchen table as Dad and Diana sat. "Sounds serious."

"No, no. Or at least it shouldn't be. I just want to ensure we're all candid with each other," Dad said.

"Oh, Diana and I talked about this outside, and I promised that I would be mindful of being overbearing," I blathered.

Dad smiled warmly. "No, this is someth--and that's great," he interrupted himself, "but this is something different."

"Oh! OK."

"So your sister and I have an arrangement," he said.

"An 'arrangement,'" I emphasized. "OK. Which is...?"

Diana picked up the thread. "We agreed long ago that, if there's ever a time that we both find ourselves without a companion, we be each other's."

"Oh," I gulped sharply. "Is, uh, that why you came to visit?"

"One of the reasons," Diana confirmed. "I had some vacation days that I needed to use, and I'd not seen this new house. It's been some time since I'd seen Daddy, and I just wanted to get a refill of family time. Then Daddy told me that you'd be here too. So I booked my flight and here I am!" She concluded brightly. It was hard to not be distracted by the rise of her breasts as she raised her hands for emphasis.

"So what does this mean? I'm not being a third wheel, am I?"

"Oh, sweetie, don't be silly," Diana consoled. "YOu're one of the reasons why I wanted to come down."

"No, no, not at all," Dad added. "It thrills me to have both of you here. But in keeping with House Rules, we don't want you to be taken surprised by seeing us being sexual with each other."

"Ah! Gotcha. OK," I said.

"Are you OK with that?" Diana probed.

"I mean, it wasn't something that I was really expecting, but I can't say I'm really surprised by it either." I turned toward Dad: "After the story you told me last night, and after pretty obviously ejaculating on Diana twice today, I don't see why you two wouldn't share some kind of special tenderness together. And frankly, Dad, I'm worried that you're not out hitting the scene looking to meet someone, so in that respect, I'm glad Diana's here."

"Thank you for understanding, sweetie," my sister said. She reached across and put her hand on my knee; at the same time, I could see her hand slink across Dad's thigh through the glass tabletop and lovingly encircle his penis.

"Of course! We're family!" I said.

My sister turned to Dad, "So what story did you tell him?" She gently swiped the pad of her thumb across the top of his glans. I caressed the underside on my cock with the side of my index finger, eliciting a savory sensation.

"I told him about the time when you were about his age and you wanted to learn what a man's orgasm and ejaculation was like."

"Oh, that morning in bed!" She snapped her hand from Dad's penis to her mouth in surprise as the memories rushed back. "I remember that! That was an amazing morning. I remember coming out to breakfast with you from your bedroom. And I remember getting 'The Talk' that I bet none of my friends got!" She said with elated nostalgia. Her nipples hardened as she threw air-quotes around The Talk.

"How so?" I asked.

Diana's face lit up, "Oh my mother is an exceptional woman, confident in who she is and comfortable in her own skin. And that carried through to her sexuality. Mom was so open about sexuality and her sexuality specifically. So Mom not only talked about masturbation but about how she masturbated, how she masturbated with Daddy as part of their sexual time with each other, what penetration feels like. And we did that as a family naked around the breakfast table. No topic was ever off limits. As I recall," Diana directed her gaze toward Dad, "you came to the table with your semen still on your chest."

"I did! Wiping it off seemed disingenuous to me, like we were trying to hide something."

"I remember Mom giving a sly smile when she saw it as she set the scrambled eggs on the table."

"Did your mom saying anything about that morning?" I asked.

"Actually, it was Mom who suggested that I go in. She and I had masturbated together." My sister's hand returned to Dad's cock; she tapped his urethra with her thumb. "She showed me what a vulva looks like--what my vulva looks like, using her mother's Victorian hand mirror--recommended some techniques. She showed me how she masturbated and I copied her."

My cock was slick with precum.

Diana continued: "So one time I asked her what a man's ejaculation feels like. She said, 'Your father would be the one to ask about that.' So that morning I went to the kitchen to help her get breakfast ready, and she said, 'If you still want to know what an ejaculation feels like, now might be the time to go ask your Dad.' I said, 'Really?' She said, 'Mm hmm. Your Dad's sex drive is higher in the morning. We didn't have sex this morning, so he will most likely still have his morning erection, so now would be a great time.'"

"Your mother was right," Dad contributed. "I was always more libidinous in the morning. I think many men are."

"I know I am." I added quietly.

"So I went into my parents' bedroom and Daddy was laying in bed." Diana turned to Dad, "I don't think your penis was erect when I came in, but I remember you were erect when we were talking. Anyway, you heard the story. Daddy masturbated, and then just before he orgasmed he let me hold his penis so that I would feel what an ejaculation was like."

"And what'd you think?" I asked.

"It was amazing. It felt so powerful! Feeling his shaft swell and thicken. I was surprised how hot it got! It pulsed so forcefully when he ejaculated. And then to feel the pulses mellow and slow, and to feel his penis soften after. Such a rush. And such a rush that I had to masturbate right after! That was some orgasm, I tell you!"

"Wow! That's amazing."

"It was a pretty great way to grow up, kiddo," my sister said. "And now I'm thrilled that you're joining us and can experience at least some of it."

"We should start getting ready if we want to get out of here to make our reservation," Dad said. "Whoever wants to use my shower is welcome to. Alex, are you still hopping in the pool?"

"At this point, no; I'll just hop in the shower with you," I said. Dad and I rose.

"Is there room for me?" Diana asked.

"It's a multi-person shower," Dad said.

Diana draped her arm across my shoulders as we headed toward Dad's bathroom. "How you hanging in there, kiddo?"

"Not hangin' at all," I quipped.

Diana guffawed. "Well, I'm sorry about that. I hope me and Daddy's reveal hasn't fried your circuitry," she consoled. She motioned to my jutting, swaying erection: "Are you sure you don't want to cum again, get rid of that thing before dinner?" She whispered in my ear, I'm certain to keep the word "cum" out of Dad's earshot. Her breathy query made my cock bloat.

"No, I'm still pretty cummed out."

"Really? I swear I saw you masturbating through the tabletop."

"Oh, I was. But I swear--I'm spent. It'll go down eventually," I assured.

"OK. Just remember: no masturbating without me!" Diana winked as we rounded into Dad's bathroom. My cock quivered.

"Oh, Daddy! This thing is cavernous!" Diana exclaimed as we rounded the corner into his bathroom. Set apart by ceiling-to-floor glass, the shower was the width of the entire bathroom with a combination shower head and handheld spray at each end. It was spacious enough for two people comfortably. Three people was more cozy.

"The house came with this," Dad assured. "Candidly, I'm not sure what the builders--or perhaps the previous owners--were thinking as the region's water issues are long standing. Thankfully there are independent controls for each end. But I suppose in a situation like today's, the two shower heads can come in handy."

Diana stepped into the far end. The water from the nozzle was cold at first, making Diana's nipples twist taut and hard when it splashed on her chest. She turned her back to the spray until the water warmed, her back arched and her tits jutted forward as she waited. I was dazzled by her goosebumped skin, puckered areolae and tightly wound nipples. The water from Dad's nozzle was equally cold as it hit both him and me. The cold water worked like the adage; my erection began to subside. Nonetheless, it was not easy to maneuver the space without sudsy skin sliding against each other.

"Daddy, would you do my back?" Diana asked.

"Sure," he replied. She turned her back to him. As she did, she grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "Here," she said. "And I'll do yours." She ran the bath sponge over my entire back and punctuated her work by slipping her hand playfully between my butt cheeks.

I jumped and let out a "Hey!" She responded with, "Gotcha!"

We swapped places under the shower head. I lathered, my hand spending extra time on my cock while my sister rinsed, the suds sliding deliciously over her breasts and around her eager, hard nipples. I stepped to the side to give her room to exit. In negotiating around the space, my erection collided with Dad's hip, the slide along his skin elicited a shimmering electricity I did not expect.

"Hoop! Sorry," I offered.

"No apologies necessary. I'm nearly rinsed too, which will give you space to finish up."

Diana tossed me a towel when I exited the shower. "I'm just going to do my hair, then I'll be ready to go," she said as she headed to her room.

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Her hairdryer hummed in the distance as I loitered in the entryway, my outfit for the evening tucked under my arm. The muted turbine ceased; Diana emerged from her bedroom in a breezy tropical patterned sundress.

"You're not dressed yet?" Diana asked.

"Nah, not yet. We have to go past the same change point that we did on the way home from the airport, so I'll just throw on my clothes there."

"Ah! In that case...." She unbuttoned the bodice of her dress. Though I had seen her naked all day, the sight of her pulling the fabric aside to expose her breasts dizzied me. My face flushed; my cock stirred. She slipped the straps over her shoulders and the dress slid off, revealing her fully naked body as it hit the floor. I was erect... again... by the time she picked her dress up.

"Are we ready to head out?" Dad asked as he approached, similarly nude.

"Mm hmm!" Diana and I affirmed.

"Great! Lexi, if you'll lock the door behind us...?"

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Dinner was a relaxed affair at a beachside restaurant. Warm lighting melded with the rhythms of the sea and strains of calypso.

Dad rose, "I'm going to pop to the restroom. If you see the waiter, ask for the check."

Diana turned to me as Dad strode away. "You OK, kiddo? You were pretty quiet during dinner."

"Oh, yeah... fine. Just taking in you and Dad catching up. Plus, honestly," I leaned and whispered, "I can't wait to get home and get out of these clothes! I forget how annoying clothes are until I'm forced to be in them!"

"I know what you mean!" My sister replied. "I love this dress but it's chafing my nipples!" With that she surreptitiously grabbed her tits, pinching the fabric in attempts to pull it away from her irritated breasts.

We settled the bill and headed to the car. As Diana opened her door she asked, "Lexi, is there anyone behind me?"

I peered over her shoulder. "No, parking lot is pretty empty."

"Good!" And with that, she yanked her dress down.

Dad admonished, "You might want to wait until we get to the change point."

"Ugh, I can't wait anymore. I bought this dress because I thought it was cute but it's tearing up my nipples. I've got to get out of it."

"Oh!" Dad remarked. "OK, hang on." Dad scurried around and popped the trunk.

"Here! Come here," Dad called. Diana padded around to the back of the car. "Aloe gel. I knew I had some in the sun kit." Dad offered Diana the tube.

"Can you apply it? Then I can hold up my dress as cover in case anyone approaches," Diana reasoned.

Dad expelled some of the salve into his hands and began gingerly applying to her nipples. They twisted and rose in response, glistening in the parking lot's mellow lights. She spun abruptly and pressed her back against him, holding her dress as a curtain in front of her.

"This is probably safer," she said.

Dad continued. Diana dropped a corner of her dress and mashed Dad's right hand against her right breast. She melted against him and cooed. She again grasped the dropped corner of her dress and implored, "like that."

Dad stopped his massage. "We should probably head back to the house now." Though he cautioned, he held firm to her breasts.

"Not yet. Please," Diana quietly pleaded. Subtle stumbles between them suggested she pressed against him more firmly. She again grabbed his right hand and dragged it down her body, planting it over her mound. She urged, "Please." His hand moved rhythmically over her vulva; her hips danced with him. My cock raged against the zipper of my shorts. Dad slid his left arm across my sister's chest and grasped her right breast. A quiet but urgent "Huh!" belched from her throat. Diana's knees began to buckle. Faint "Mmm"s spun behind her tightly pursed lips. I scanned nervously; no one was approaching our end of the parking lot. Diana leaned her head back against Dad's shoulder. "Penetrate me!" She whispered in desperation. Though I could not clearly see from my angle in the lot's diffuse light, I heard all I needed: a relieved, sharp "huhg" convinced me that Dad plunged a finger into his daughter's vagina. The sultry dance between his hand and her hips continued. "Right there!" She whispered. "You're going to make me orgasm! Please don't stop!" She confessed breathlessly. Dad kept the tempo. Diana's breath became more and more erratic. "Huh! Huh! Yes! Please! Right there!" She dropped her dress. She grabbed the back of Dad's head with her left hand and snaked her right down the front of his shorts. "There! There!" She whispered hungrily. Her breath stopped. Suddenly a muted "ngha!" burst from her mouth. Her eyes clamped shut and her legs shook. Her body convulsed in waves. She gasped for air. The pleasure Dad's hand was providing Diana's cunt was transitioning to support; his hand stopped moving and the musculature of his forearm became more pronounced as he held her up by her sex.

Diana slumped forward in the wake of her orgasm, steadying herself on the rim of the trunk as she worked to catch her breath. Her ass pressed against Dad's pelvis. A disappointed "Mmmm" hung in her throat as Dad detached and extracted his finger from her chamber. He caressed her back tenderly. Diana looked over her shoulder and blew her hair out of her face. "Thank you, Daddy. That was pyrotechnic!"

"You are very welcome, Sweetie. But shall we head home now? I loathe the thought of having to explain this to a passerby."

"Yes," she affirmed. "Lemme just pee." In a fluid motion she dropped to a squat, her knees wide, her grasp firm on the rim of the trunk, and expelled a rush of urine that splashed on the pavement. She rose slowly, uneasily. She turned and hugged Dad, perched on her tip-toes. She kissed his cheek and cooed, "Mmmm mm! Thank you again."

"Alex, grab a towel for your sister," Dad instructed. I snatched one from the trunk and spread it across the passenger seat. Diana made her way along the side of the car plopped herself in the seat. Fully in, I handed her her dress, which she tumbled up in her lap, and closed the door. She leaned against the back of the chair looking spent, satiated and euphoric. I slipped in the back seat behind her; once my door closed, I heard her snore.

"Should I pull her dress up over her?" I asked.

"No, I think she's fine. The roads home are dark and should be pretty empty at this hour," Dad reasoned. "I don't fear she'll be seen."

Latching to that logic, I stripped quickly in the backseat; my hard cock ached from its textile confinement. Dad did the same, shielded by the open driver's door.

Out of respect for my sister, we rode home in silence.

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Dad glided surreptitious into the driveway, mindful of not perturbing my sister. He placed the car delicately in park and caressed my sister's thigh.

"Diana? Diana, we're home," he whispered. He smiled warmly as she stirred.

"Huhm?" She murmured as she sought her bearings. I rounded the car to her side and offered her a steadying hand as I opened her door. She rose groggily and shuffled to the house. I led to open the door for her; Dad trailed to close it behind her.

"Thank you, my beautiful men. This was the best first day of family vacation a girl could ask for," she declared, half-lidded. She lightly grasped my arm and kissed my cheek; she turned and offered a similar kiss to Dad, her hand on the leathery hemisphere of his belly. "Good night." She disappeared into the shadows of the guest room. Dad and I made our way to kitchen.

We gathered around the island; but for the full moon's light outside, the overhead light provided the great room's only illumination.

"Well, that was interesting," I offered.

"Which part?" Dad explored, pouring himself a sherry.

"You giving Diana an orgasm in the parking lot."

"Ah! I thought you might have meant the whole day, but, yes, I wasn't expecting that... but I can't say it's particularly out of character for her, either."

"Yeah, the whole day was a whirlwind. So crazy for me! But is Di's thing to have sex in a parking lot?"

"Not so crudely--"

"Sorry," I interrupted sheepishly.

"But it's an extension of her world view, how she sees things. She was always one to question and challenge social constructs, especially those that struck her as arbitrary, and particularly those that she sees as pernicious."

"So, for example...," I probed.

"For example, from early on, 'why do I need to wear clothes at home?' 'Why do I need to wear clothes outside? Are we not all born naked? Who told us that being naked is bad?' 'Why is in inappropriate and scandalous,' as your sister would say, 'to have deep, frank discussions would sex with your family?' 'Why wouldn't I want to learn about what good sex is from my parents, two people who hopefully know?' Those are the kinds of mores that your sister would press against. She's the one who really took the torch of our mantra of eat-sleep-masturbate to heart in our house."

"Wow, that's pretty bad ass," I exclaimed.

"To turn a phrase, yes. Your sister's an incredibly bright woman, and I'm thrilled you two are getting to spend this time together. You two really haven't been afforded this before. But, it's been a busy day. I'm headed to bed." He came around the island and kissed me on the top of the head. "Good night."

"Night, Dad. Love you!"

"Love you, too."

As Dad slipped into the darkness, my cock roared as I replayed snippets of the days events in my mind's eyes, from my cumming on my sister's belly in the driveway to Dad fingering her to an orgasm in the parking lot. I felt like cumming again, but I didn't want to flout my sister's request to only cum with her. At the same time, waking her for a wank seemed disingenuous, if even a little creepy. So I acquiesced, grabbed the remote and plopped on the sofa. I surfed channels, never really settling on anything. Tired and unengaged, I flicked off the set and soon fell asleep.

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My sister took me by the hand, leading down a hallway. I watched her supple butt jiggle with each step. Hy heart pounded; I could hear my blood in my head. My hard cock pointed at ripe ass. My hunger grew. Suddenly I was on my bed, on my back, my sister straddling me, on her knees, leaning forward, resting on her hands. Her breasts hung alluringly. She spoke but I couldn't make out the words. Before I knew it, my screamingly hard cock was buried deep in her vagina. Her thighs were soft and smooth, but her muscles toned and firm as she rose and fell, sliding along my shaft. Her breasts swayed deliciously. I cupped them in my hands. I delighted in how heavy they felt. Her nipples hardened and urged against my palms, they resisted the touch of my thumbs. She looked deep in my eyes and said, "Hey, kiddo!" Her hands planted on my shoulders, she began rocking me gently back and forth. My orgasm begin to pressurize. "Kiddo?" She said, rocking me more determinedly. I felt her hand on my forearm. "Are you cumming?!" Her surprised tone pulled me out of my sleep and my sister's warm, silky cunt. "Oh my God, you are!" It was, alas, her voice I heard, beside me in the moonlit family room. She woke me at the climax of a wet dream. I started to rise on my elbows, but she placed her hand on my chest. "Shhhh," she consoled. "Ride it out." Her soft hand cupped my tight scrotum as her thumb pressed down on the base of my shaft. Reflexively, my pelvis rose and pressed against her hand. My cock continued to pulse abandonedly. Another orgasmic wave washed through me. My hips rose and fell with the rhythm of my cum. My sister never disengaged her hand that cradled my rupturing cock nor the one registering my heartbeat. My ejaculation abated; the pulses slowly came to a halt, and my body sank back into the cushions.

"Oh, shit! Sis, I'm sorry," I whispered, horrified.

"Shhhh. It's OK. I'm sorry I woke you!" she soothed. "But just stay there; let me get a towel. I don't want you to get your spooge on Daddy's sofa." I heard her pad off. After a couple of beats, her soft footsteps returned with a damp kitchen towel. "Here."

"What are you doing up?" I asked as I sopped my seed from my torso.

"I gotta pee but I can't find the light for the courtyard." She whispered.

"Oh! Ok." I rose and shuffled unsteadily to the front door where the switches for the exterior are. We backtracked down the hallway and led my sister to the courtyard. The sconces lit the space in a welcoming amber. As before, she squatted, her left ass cheek perched on her heel. She planted her palms on her thighs for balance. And as before, I watched mesmerized as her pee poured from behind her bush. She grasped her mound in her hand and shook it when she finished.

"Scoot over," I implored as she rose. "I gotta pee too." I waltzed into position as she moved away and relaxed my bladder. With a subtle adjustment of my hips, my stream was on target. At the end, I milked my penis, expelling any remnant drops.

"You coming back inside?" Diana asked.

"Nah, Imma head to bed," I said, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb to my room.

"Do you want me to switch off the lights?"

"Nah--we'll switch 'em off in the morning."

"OK." She stretched her arms wide. I approached and opened my arms. Her embrace was tight, determined, but not smothering. She held me close. Her breasts felt supple and full against my chest. My hand slide down to the small of her back. My cock quivered against her thigh, which I can only imagine she felt. "Sleep well, kiddo. See you in the morning," she whispered and kissed me on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow." We broke; she turned and went inside. When I heard the door lock, I turned and retired to my room.