The intensity of the orgasm was such that the furthest thing from her mind was keeping the promise to herself of not allowing her brother to penetrate her most forbidden inner sanctum – her treasure – her pussy. She automatically, involuntarily summoned to him with open arms to join her – to mount her – to fuck her.
“Come up!. Hurry! I need it in me.” She pleaded. “Damn, it’s big! And so fucking hard. Ohh mercy, fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard, Jeff. Yes!”
It was over… decision made. They were coupled… incestuously. Janet’s knees were ratcheting along his sides, matching his quick paced rhythm. They were gloriously, butt-ass naked, together. They were FUCKING!! Cradled in his arms, Janet felt secure. The bedroom door shut… shut, but not locked as it usually was, leaving them vulnerable for what they thought was an impossibility. They did not hear it when it opened wide, due to their moaning and labored breathing. She was focused on giving her brother a good fuck and she knew he was nearing ejaculation… into her… and she yearned to feel his cock jerk.
“What the hell!” Is what they did hear their father, as he shouted, “I knew you two were up to something. Get the hell off of her, Jeff! I want you showered and dressed. Get your ass showered and dressed. And, out of this house for the rest of the day! I mean it! Stay gone till dinner!”
Jeff was as close to a heart attack as any healthy young person could be, jerking his cock out of his sister and scrambling from the bed. His face and head were lowered as he scooted past his father, but not so low that he did not see the slap to the back of his head coming. He ducked, but it still caught him solid, knocking him against the door sill. His cock swung back and forth as he hustled down the hall to the bathroom. His son admonished, he glared at his daughter as she made an attempt to cover her nakedness.
“You and I, dear lady… you just keep your sweet ass in that bed. He will be gone in a few minutes and we will settle up.”
After he had slammed the door upon leaving, Janet stared at the ceiling. The fantastic orgasm she had just had, the wetness between her legs, her brother’s ample cock inside of her, the feeling of him fucking her for the first time – her father’s seemingly innocent sexual innuendos and advances, she, in her mid-20s, only to become serious groping and vulgar suggestions, all weighted upon her so heavily she could not have moved had she wanted to. If only, she could threaten to go to her mother. That thought was moot.
As Jeff scooted across the living room area, his father sat drinking coffee. “You remember what I told you, young man! You stay gone till dinner.”
Darren did not give his son enough time to get out of the driveway before he was headed toward Janet’s bedroom. All of the urges – sexual yearnings – he had felt towards his daughter had resurfaced as he sat drinking coffee. He had her cornered with no way to escape.
He opened the door and entered the bedroom, closing the door and turning the lock. He moved to the left edge of the bed and gazed down at his daughter. Janet avoided his eyes as she clutched the bedding under her chin. Had it had, a lock and key?