Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (22 page)

So my mother, my sister, and I
took turns jacking him off and blowing him. Sometimes I went all
the way with him as well but that had happened only once or twice.
Alcohol had been involved. Until recently, my sister had been
living with our biological father so it was easier to do foolish
things when we were alone.

I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy
it. You see, Richard wasn’t bad to look at. He was in his mid-30s
and before he worked at the factory he had been in the Marines. He
kept his shape, six-pack abs and all. Now he wore his hair a little
longer and every time I looked at him he reminded me of David
Beckham. Today, however, I just had other stuff to do.

“All right, scoot down and take
‘em off.”

Smiling faintly, he uncrossed
his ankles, shimmied down on the bed, and pulled down his boxer
shorts. The man hadn’t been lying. His erection was raging. He was
sporting nine inches of solid steel and it had to be two inches
across.

“Pressing needs, uh?”

I waddled closer, my eyes glued
to his monster cock.

“So, how do you want it,
daddy?”

“I want it in your mouth,
sunshine. I bet you can’t wait to taste it, don’t you?”

I rolled my eyes because I
didn’t want to admit he was right.

“It will be a quickie, all
right, daddy? I have some studying to do.”

“Fine. Just take care of it for
me.”

Careful to hide my eagerness, I
lightly wrapped my fingers around the head of his shaft. With my
other hand, I started tracing his length, touching him up and down
with my index finger. He was really, really hard. My experience was
somewhat limited in the matter but I knew for a fact what had
caused this.

“Morning wood, right?” I
asked.

“Yeah and it’s way worse than
usual. I must have had some kinky dreams.”

“I guess they weren’t that
exciting.”

“How do you mean?”

“Don’t boys usually cum in their
sleep when they’re too excited? Wet dreams?”

My stepfather chuckled
good-naturedly. “Oh sunshine, that mostly happens when you’re 14,
not a grown-up like me.”

I tightened my fingers around
his cock and slowly jerked it. It never ceased to amaze me how
something so hard could have such a soft exterior. His skin was
taut but still yielded to my caresses.

“What was your dream about,
daddy?”

“It’s private, I ain’t gonna
tell you.”

With my right hand I continued
to stroke the top half of his rod while I used the other to rub the
base, making a tight circle around it. I noticed his eyes
fluttering and knew he would tell me anything I wanted to know.

“Come on, was your dream about
mommy?”

“A little, yeah.”

But I knew there was more. “Was
it about me or my sister?”

He shrugged dismissively and
avoided my eyes. That’s when I got it.

“Oh my God, you dreamed about
all of us together!”

He shrugged again this time in
embarrassment. “Sometimes a man can’t help himself. The three of
you keep parading half-naked around the house.”

Deep down, I knew I should drop
the subject but I was curious. I was getting turned on by this
conversation, not to mention the huge erection in my hands.

“What were we doing in your
dream, daddy?”

“You were... You and your sister
were eating each other’s pussies while I was banging your mom.”

“You’re quite a pervert, uh
daddy?”

“Stop teasing and start blowing,
okay sunshine?”

He put his hand on the top of my
head and pushed me down. He wasn’t rough but he was firm. I suppose
I could have fought him off. However, I had no intention of doing
so. I was slowly forgetting about my studying.

I opened my mouth wide and let
him fill it with his manhood. It was scorching against my tongue,
like a corn dog at the state fair. I closed my eyes and inhaled
deeply.

“Jesus, you’re good...”

Of course I was. I’d been doing
this to my boyfriends since middle school so you could say I had
earned my black belt in cocksucking. Little by little, I lowered my
head further until I felt him bump in the back of my throat. I let
myself drool all over him and I got into a bobbing rhythm, taking
him long and deep.

I continued to stroke the base,
making the tight ring of my fingers rise never more than an inch
before going down again. With my free hand, I cupped his balls and
gently massaged them. That typically made guys nervous but Richard
knew I was skilled and never inflicted pain. Not unless he wanted
me to anyway.

“Goddamn, girl. You could
suck-start a lawnmower.”

He stopped petting my hair and
let his hand glide over to my back which he started rubbing. He did
circular motions before he pulled my tank top up. He slipped his
hand underneath the fabric and touched my bare skin. I was getting
hot and he knew it.

I twirled my tongue around his
glans. Almost immediately, pre-cum began to leak. I slurped it
hungrily, swallowing the salty cream. Right then, I felt his hand
dip under my body where he pulled my tits out of the shirt. They
hung down heavily and he didn’t waste time grabbing at them.

“Aaargh,” I moaned
involuntarily.

He kneaded my fleshy boobs,
letting his fingertips brush against the areolas. My nipples
hardened promptly and he went about pinching them one after the
other.

“You like that, sunshine?”

By way of answering I blew him
faster. My hand following the movements of my mouth, I became a
blur over his cock. My tongue was pressed forcefully against the
shaft as I went up and down with increasing speed.

“That’s good.”

My stepdad let go of my breasts
and his hand returned to my back. He stretched his arm as far as it
could go and inserted his hand into the waistband of my shorts. His
fingers wandered between my cheeks but I knew from this position he
would never be able to reach my moistening pussy.

“Oh God, I’m close. Sunshine,
I’m close!”

I didn’t need the play-by-play
to tell me that. He became even stiffer in my mouth and more of his
delicious pre-cum oozed out. The worst part was that I was also
getting severely aroused. When his fingers started teasing my ass
hole I knew I needed to finish him off otherwise I would simply beg
him to fuck me and I didn’t want to give him that much power over
me.

“That’s it, I’m cumming!”

I locked my lips around the
crown and went into overdrive with my hand, jerking him
frantically, willing him to give me my reward.

“Aaaaah!”

Right then, he exploded. He
came, shooting molten projectiles which actually stung when hitting
the roof of my mouth. I knew instantly that if I didn’t swallow my
throat would soon be overwhelmed. I gulped down his seed and he
went on cumming. I didn’t stop pumping his cock. That’s why I was
here anyway, to milk him dry and make him feel better.

“My God...” he whispered.

At last, he stopped ejaculating.
I swallowed again and continued jacking him off. I always nursed
him until he was completely deflated as I knew guys loved it. But
something was wrong. He wasn’t going soft.

“You’re still hard,” I said as I
lifted my head off him.

Absentmindedly, he grabbed the
shirt that was bunched up around my neck and pulled it off before
tossing it away. I didn’t stop him as I was too mesmerized by his
erection which I still stroked languidly.

“I don’t know what’s happening
to me. Ain’t experienced that since I was knee-high to a possum.
I’m just so turned on, I think I could go for a second round right
now.”

My studies were long forgotten.
My pussy was drenched but I wasn’t sure fucking my stepfather was
such a good idea, old mistakes notwithstanding.

“My jaw is starting to cramp
up,” I offered lamely.

“Go get your sister.”

“Are you serious?”

“Wouldn’t you just find it
amazing to watch her blowing me? What do you say, sunshine?
Wouldn’t it be hot to watch your sister sucking her daddy’s cock?
Go on, go get her.”

The worst part was that he was
telling the truth. I was getting even wetter thinking about my
sister taking my place. I let go of him and got off the bed. Almost
in a daze, I shuffled toward the door and into the hallway.

“Jasmine!” I called as I
approached the room I shared with my sister.

I opened the door without
warning and froze when I saw something that literally took my
breath away.

In the middle of the closest
mattress – we had twin beds – was my sister. The covers were piled
at the foot of the bed and she was on her back. The Tennessee
Titans jersey she wore as a nightie was pulled above her waist and
her right hand was making circles against her pussy. Her other hand
was inside her shirt playing with her boobs.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
She was wet and bald, just like me. The whole thing had happened so
fast that she hadn’t had time to stop or object. We stared in
silence at each other for several seconds. I saw her eyes drop to
my naked chest and she instinctively licked her lips.

Finally I said, “Were you
listening to us? Is that why you’re playing with yourself?”

She shrugged coyly and I
immediately regretted my scornful tone. At 18, Jasmine was only one
year younger than I was. I had no right to scold her for something
that was exciting me just as much.

“I’m sorry, I guess it’s all
right. Daddy sent me to get you. I just gave him one of my Sunday
Special blow jobs but he’s still hard.”

“Really? How?”

“I don’t know. He wants you to
help him out.”

She smiled enthusiastically and
sat up. She caught herself and turned it down her eagerness. “Oh,
okay.”

She got off the bed, walked past
me, and I followed her back to the master suite. I couldn’t believe
how dissimilar we were even though we were sisters. Not only was
she shorter than I was but her figure was totally different. She
was petite with narrow hips and small tits. I could make out the
curvature of her small ass just under the jersey; it had been the
Holy Grail at our high school. I remembered hearing guys whisper
about that ass in utter worship.

We entered the room and Jasmine
stopped in her tracks when she saw our stepfather and his Loch Ness
monster. Although I couldn’t see her, I imagined her eyes going
wide and her lips spreading into a smile.

“Hi, daddy!”

Having just moved back in with
us, the novelty of Richard hadn’t yet worn off. To me he was merely
my mother’s boyfriend but to her he was a brand-new toy with a
great big cock.

“Morning, Jasmine.”

I moved forward next to my
sister and I noticed that her eyes were indeed riveted to Richard’s
midsection.

“But... I thought... You said
you’d just blown him?”

“Told you he was still
hard.”

“Didn’t he cum?”

Our stepdad grinned. “Wild,
ain’t it? Must be special horny this morning.”

“I didn’t think boys could do
that,” she said, almost in awe.

“Why don’t you come over here
and see if you can make things all better for me.”

In a flash, she made a beeline
for the bed, climbing on it on all fours. She stopped next to him
and took his shaft in her hand. She gave it a few tugs.

“Come sit on the bed, sunshine.
Come watch your sister taking care of daddy.”

I didn’t care about studying
anymore. I’d have gladly taken an F just to watch my gorgeous
little sister pleasuring our stepfather. I still pretended
disinterest as I sat on the edge of the bed.

By then, Jasmine was taking him
into her mouth. She spent a few seconds licking around the head, no
doubt enjoying the remnants of semen from our earlier session.
Next, she went all the way down on him. She didn’t go for the slow
and seductive routine, shifting instead into third gear. She sucked
him hard and fast, her youthful enthusiasm showing through.

“That’s good, Jasmine. Can you
take off your shirt for me?”

She paused just long enough so
she could straighten up and pull the jersey off her head. She
returned to her sucking duty with gusto. Richard stretched his hand
and began stroking her back just like he had done with me. Again,
from their positions there was no way he’d be able to play with her
pussy.

That thought gave me pause.
Should I allow things to progress beyond this? It was pretty well
accepted by all parties in our household that jerking off daddy –
and giving him blow jobs on occasions – was part of his recovery,
that there was nothing wrong with that.

But it was obvious things were
gearing up for Defcon 2 and if I didn’t intervene my sister would
wind up getting fucked by our stepfather. Shouldn’t I put a stop to
it before it was too late? Three things kept me from speaking
up.

One, Richard was in heaven right
now and it had to be good for him. Two, Jasmine was evidently
enjoying herself. Hell, from here I could see she was soaking wet,
and hadn’t she been masturbating before? And three, watching them
together was making my own cunt slippery.

As she continued to blow him,
Jasmine surprised me by reprising my signature move, grabbing the
base of his cock and stroking it up and down without going too
high.

“Where did you learn that?”

She let go of his length and
turned to me, smirking. “I saw you doing this to your boyfriend
once. It was hot.”

She returned to daddy’s tool,
vigorously bobbing on it. As she did so, she let her free hand
snake along her body. I wondered what she was doing until I saw her
fingers appear between her legs. The little slut was so turned on
that she was masturbating again.

Obviously, the polite thing to
do would have been to look away. You don’t look at your sister
diddling herself, that’s common courtesy. Only I couldn’t. My eyes
were drawn to her flawless body and there was nothing I could do
about it.