Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep82

"Is that what you wanted?" Lexi asked. She looked her sister seriously in the eyes. There was such an intensity when Lexi stared at someone, even post-sex languid. Molly envied that drive more than anything else about her sister. "Sort of," Molly said.

"It's OK. To feel that way. We all agreed it's OK."

"It doesn't feel like that," Molly said, sullen. "Feels like you're all judging me."

"For spending all day in the house, not for this," Lexi said, "Come on Molly, I didn't need to go to State today. But it was so nice to get out. To do things."

"And this?" Molly asked, idly patting her sister's bare pussy. God, it still felt kind of weird to her touch. Molly was glad, once again, she'd kept her own hair. She wondered if her Daddy would want her to shave. She knew she'd do it if he asked, despite her own dislike of it.

"It's not mutually exclusive," Lexi said, "I can go out, have a nice day, then come home and still fool around with my little sister."

"Fine, but I want you to spend some time with me," Molly said, "And no, we're not going for a run."

Lexi rolled her eyes, but grinned. She kissed her baby sister's lips and tongued a trail down her neck. She reached for the bottom of Molly's shirt to lift it off.

"Wait," Molly said, "I have a better idea."

She rolled off the bed, taking Lexi with her. They didn't bother getting dressed, just walked bottomless out into the hallway.

"Mom have you seen Dad?" Molly called down the stairs.

"I think he's in his study," Christine yelled back from the living room, "What's up?"

"Me and Lexi are going to fuck him," Molly said.

OK," Christine

*

semi-darkness of his office and tried to focus on the laptop screen in front of him. This PowerPoint wasn't going to write itself but, damned, it didn't feel like he was going to write it either. He hadn't lied before; it did feel good being

felt anger or remorse. He wasn't afraid or disgusted. He was relieved. This whole time he'd thought he was broken -- it turned out they all were. Ironically, it was admitting that they were all screwing, that it was OK

Almost knocked. They'd agreed it was alright to have sex, so why not? Well, with Molly there were certain biological considerations. No matter how much James' balls might want to empty in his unprotected daughter, his brain knew it was

how he thought of them: the blowjobs in the car. The spanking. The... well, the other thing they'd done in the church. That's all it was: a fun little game the two of them played together. Like Candyland, but sweeter, and with far greater rewards. Him pretending to be angry; her pretending to be

wasn't supposed to be having sex with Molly? Because if that was true, it colored

It was an affair.

more dangerous. James loved what he'd done with his daughter, didn't ever want to stop if he was being honest with himself. But he was terrified to lose his wife over it. Fucking

way? Was she having an affair with Austin, too? By strict definition it was cheating, of course. But they'd had this agreement, somewhat unspoken, that these dalliances had been off the books. Like an NBA team somehow signing a superstar free agent without it counting against the salary cap. All the benefits, none of the consequences. But was that 'get out of divorce free' card real or imagined? The married couple was sleeping in the same bed, but they weren't having sex. They didn't even touch each other beyond a very

hard he almost couldn't tell he was going nowhere fast. He went back to work.

the door, and James stood up to get it. The office was dark, the sun had gone down in his distraction. He was still wearing his slacks and dress shirt from the office,

working. Lately, James saw it more as part of his prison. His punishment.

open and saw both his daughters standing in the hallway, wearing nothing but broad, near-matching smiles. Their clothes were piled at their feet. James nearly fell over backwards. The girls said

in his office chair. A Markus model from Ikea: best purchase ever, apparently James' oldest daughter kissed him first. Lexi felt so good in his arms. Her taut muscles and tight body. The urgent drive of her

her older sister. The softness of her full lips. Her thick... everything. Undulating under every caress. While his youngest daughter kept

his meat all the way in, sucking and slurping for all she was worth. Molly, still hanging over him, took his hands and placed them on her

you get the best of both

He groaned in pleasure, holding his youngest's sculpture-worthy

Molly. So good." James could barely get the words

getting close,"

"Mmhm," Lexi said.

popped free and both father and daughters moaned. Molly wasted no time; she grabbed her father's fuckstick and aimed it at her pussy. Slowly, she settled down on it, sighing like a

inside her. It wasn't the most comfortable position, James cock was bent up at an odd angle, but it was inside his