My Slutty Sister - Part 3 - Family Whore

Father caught us right in the act. But what first looked like anger turned into lust. He also wants to try his daughter, just as I have. First her mouth, and then the hole where no one else has ever been. But I certainly won't just stand by and watch.

Tags - Incest (Brother/Sister/Father), Masturbating, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal sex, Creampie, Double penetration

Words - 4830

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The air in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Father slowly walked in and closed the door behind him, definitively cutting us off from the rest of the world. His smirk didn't disappear; on the contrary, it seemed to grow even wider. He was still gripping his crotch with one hand.

"So," he said, and his voice was calm, terrifyingly calm. "What were you two doing in here?" His gaze moved over Lilly, who was trembling under the duvet, and then to me. "I want to hear it. Tell me."

I remained silent. My brain was working at full speed but found no way out, no lie that would sound even remotely believable. The smell of sex was so strong in the room it burned the nose. Lilly's bed was a battlefield, and we were naked.

"Nothing," I managed to say, and my voice sounded weak and pathetic. "We were just talking."

Father laughed. It was a short, dry laugh without any mirth. "Talking? Really?" He walked over to the bed and ran a finger over the wet, sticky stain of my cum on the sheet. "Looks like a very... fruitful discussion."

Lilly sobbed beside me. "Dad, please..."

"Quiet!" he snapped, but he didn't stop smiling. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to your brother." He looked at me again. "So, Lucas. One last time. Tell me what you were doing with my daughter."

I knew it was over. There was no point in denying it. It would only make everything worse. I took a deep breath. "I fucked her," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "I fucked my sister."

Silence. Father nodded slowly, as if I had just confirmed something he had known for a long time. "Yes," he said. "That's what I thought." His smile changed. The playful cruelty disappeared from it, replaced by something much darker. Lust. "And now, you're both going to tell me every single detail." He sat down on the chair by the desk, still gripping his crotch, and waited. He looked like a king on his throne, about to listen to the confession of his subjects.

My throat was tight, but I forced myself to speak. I told him I had wanted her for years. That I knew he wanted her too. That I had seen his glances, his hard cock in his pants when he looked at her.

"I couldn't take it anymore, dad," I said, my voice quiet and hoarse. "She was asking for it. Always walking around in just her panties and a thin shirt... showing off. She knew exactly what she was doing to both of us."