BALLING LIL' SIS

Chapter 8

Busted by Dad!

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When �Mother�, as we now called her, did telephone, I wasn�t all that interested in talking to her nor hearing what she had to say, so I handed her off to Debbie who promptly hung up on her.� She would make several more attempts in the coming months, but we pretty much gave her the cold shoulder.� Even if she wanted to (which she didn�t), there was no chance of her returning; Dad wouldn�t have allowed it as things had fundamentally changed since she had betrayed us, walked out and disappeared. Thinking back on it now, it is hard to imagine the radical changes that took place between the night she left and her first guilt ridden attempt, six weeks later, to talk to Debbie and me.

That fateful Sunday when she abandoned us, Dad went about the house and stripped it of every photograph in a frame that had her in it.� Then he packed up all her clothes that she had left behind, packed them up in garbage bags and set them out for the garbage man.� What little jewelry she�d left behind, wedding set, bracelets, rings, etc., he gathered up and sometime during the week took it all to a pawn shop.� Within a week, all traces of her had been removed, including the PT Cruiser that she loved.� Also within a week, he had engaged a lawyer and filed his own papers for divorce. According to his lawyer, by her letter and abandonment, she had forfeited everything.� Eventually the courts held that to be true and �Mother� didn�t fight it, as she thought that she had hit the jackpot and was having such a great time with her boss.�

By the next weekend, Dad wasn�t so outwardly angry anymore. Mentally, he had completely written her off, though I�m sure he still seethed inside. He made no mention of her afterwards except as the �whore-bitch�.� The well had been first poisoned by Mother, but Dad made sure it would forever remain toxic. Oh, we did see her now and then, but as far was Debbie and I were concerned, the less we saw of her the better.

School let out two weeks after Mother flew the coop.� That meant lots of free time for Debbie and me, free time inordinately spent in sexual play. Lacy spent a lot time over too, as did Dutch.� House daytime-rules were for everyone to stay naked and no one could say �no�.� Actually you could say �no�, but I don�t think anyone ever did.� When we weren�t tending to chores or playing our games, we spent a lot of time beating the heat over at the pool.�

One afternoon, Debbie and I were just lying about nude in my bed when to our surprise Dad appeared at the open doorway.� He was home way early! My first thought was, �We�re dead!�

He stood and looked for a minute or two, but he didn�t speak.� Rather than killing us both on the spot, he turned and walked away.� Debbie scurried off to her room and I scurried to put on some pants.� I was afraid to come out and just waited for the boom to be lowered on us.

The minutes ticked by; five, ten, twenty, forty minutes I waited for the inevitability of my doom.� Then he opened my door, stepped inside and calmly said, �We need to talk.�

He was also quite calm when he asked, �Just what were you and Debbie doing together naked in your bed?�

�We weren�t doing anything,� I predictably replied as if he�d believe that, but it was worth a try.

�Bullshit.� Now let�s hear it.� Are you and Debbie� fucking?��� The emphasis was on �fucking�.

�No!� I lied.� �We were just talking,� I claimed.

�Talking while naked?�

�Yeah� it�s no big deal.� During the time between being busted and now, I had a chance to make up a story.� It was flimsy and transparent, but just maybe�

�No big deal?� You�re alone in the house with your sister, both naked and you say it�s no big deal?� He raised his voiced towards the end of that sentence.

�We see each other naked all the time� We share a bathroom� We�ve been seeing each other nude for years.� Honest, Dad, we were just talking.��

He cast a wary eye on me and shook his head. He turned towards the door, stopped and looked back growling, �Knock it off!�� Then he left.� I couldn�t believe that I was still alive.�

Debbie poked her head through the bathroom door.� �What happened?�

�Nothing,� I replied incredulously.� �He just said for us to knock it off.�

�That�s all?�

�That�s all he said.�

Dad didn�t say anything more until after we had finished dinner that night.� His voice once again calm and measured he began, �There�s nothing wrong with nudity per se. But people will talk if they hear about it.��

Having said all that he was going to say about it, he stood and stated, �I cooked, so you two clean.� Then he disappeared into the den to watch a baseball game on TV.�

Debbie and I looked at each other thinking the same thing, �Surely there will be more.�� But there wasn�t� he just dropped it like it never happened.

Later that night, Debbie and I discussed the situation.� �Do I have this straight, Debbie?� He�s okay with us being naked together?�

�Seems so to me too,� she replied with an equally disbelieving look.� �It�s okay as long as no one else knows?�� It was more of a question seeking clarity than a hard fact statement.�

�Yeah, I guess.�� Not wanting to press our luck, we didn�t sleep together that night.

I don�t recall Dad ever being home early from work, but he had to gather some documents for his lawyer that day.� We cooled it for a few days, but before long we were back to our old ways and like the couple of dummies that we were, we got caught again.� This time we were in the den, Debbie was on her knees giving me a blowjob when he appeared out of nowhere.

�You, young lady!� Go to your room,� he barked at Debbie.� Debbie scrambled up and ran off, leaving me to deal with our dad alone.� Immediately my once proud cock withered away in record time.

�So you aren�t messing around with your little sister.��

What could I say?� �I, uh, we��

�I knew it!� I knew it! When did this all start?�

�Uh��

�Did you force yourself on her?�

�No!�

�You have exactly ten seconds to start explaining in detail.�

�Uh� she was playing games, taking my clothes and all the towels and locking me out of my room!� I blurted out while trying to control my panic.

�When did this happen?�

�Uh, a year ago or so,� I replied.

�Go on.�

�Well, I did it to her too...� I mean stealing her clothes out of the bathroom that is.� I thought she�d be mad, but she was expecting it, and we just��

�You just starting having sex with your sister?�

�Yeah, something like that.� She wanted to see me naked, so I let her.� Next thing I know she�s� you know, sucking me.�

�Girls don�t just start sucking cock, especially their older brother�s cock unless he has coerced her.� Now don�t lie to me.� You lie to me, and so help me you won�t live to regret it!�

�No, it�s true!� She had done it before.�

�Done what before?�

�Suck cock.�

�Where?� With whom?�

�Uh, at Lacy�s.� I don�t know� some boy they knew.�� Of course I couldn�t tell him that the boy was actually Lacy�s father.�

�I see...� I guess you fuck her too; your sister that is.�� He was so calm and collected that it was scary.

No need to lie and die.� �Yes, sir,� I answered expecting the worse, but quickly adding, �But I wasn�t the first to do that either.�

�Who else is she doing?�

Maybe I should have dodged the question, but I blurted out, �Dutch.�

�Dutch? Dutch fucked her first?�

�No, no, no� some other guy.�

�Who?�

�I don�t know.�

�Let�s get back to Dutch.� You both fuck her?� How often?�

�I dunno�� a few times a week.�� That of course was an exaggeration, as it was more like every day and usually more than just once.

�Wait here, you son of a bitch,� he ordered me.� �You had better pray that she backs up your story.� He turned and walked towards our bedrooms.

Dad was gone for a long time and I waited naked with my wilted pecker for the axe to fall.� Finally he reappeared.

�What a little slut,� he muttered.

He looked at me with a frown and said, �Go put some clothes on for Pete�s sake.� Then come back.� I have something to say to the both of you.�

Apparently Debbie�s story jived with mine enough� for the time being.� Dressed, we reported to the kitchen table where Dad was working on a fifth of bourbon.�

�Okay, you two fuckers.� Do I really have to say that brothers and sisters shouldn�t be fucking each other?� Christ!� I don�t believe you two!� Well, I told you to knock it off, but you didn�t� and if I know human nature, you won�t.� But from now on I have to do my best to keep you two apart for your own good.

�First, starting tonight, Jack, you will be sleeping on the sofa in the den.� Your bedroom and her bedroom are off limits to you while I�m not home.� And don�t think I won�t know either.� Tomorrow, I�m putting cameras in both of your rooms to record what you do.

�Debbie, you will sleep in your own bed and will not sneak into the den at night.� Do I make myself clear?�� We both sat in silence.�

�Do I make myself clear?� he repeated nearly shouting.� �No more sex between you two! That stops today.

�And Jack, as for your buddy Dutch, I don�t want to see his god damned face around here ever again!��

�Now, what shall we do for dinner tonight?� he asked abruptly changing the topic of discussion.�� Dinner?� �I don�t feel much like cooking tonight,� he said.�

Both Debbie and I weren�t about to say anything at the moment.� Somehow we were still in one piece.� Heck, we hadn�t even been grounded or anything! I guess I could sleep on the couch and he really hadn�t said anything about messing around in the den during the day, just not in our bedrooms.� Of course I knew I was splitting hairs, but heck, I was teenager.

Next morning, I was up before Dad had left for work.� �Dad?� Is it okay if we go to the pool today?�

Dad shook his head and replied, �I just don�t want you two fucking.� Got it?�

�Yes, sir,� I answered respectfully.� Moments later he was off earning a living for us.� Me?� The cameras hadn�t been installed in our bedrooms yet, so I headed for Debbie�s room to get a little.

Nothing else was said about the sex thing for the next two weeks.� No cameras were installed either, though I was well aware of just how tiny those things can be and that gave me pause enough to roust Debbie from her doorway and then take her to the den to screw.� Dutch wasn�t happy to be banned from the house, but after swimming, he got his at his house.� Apparently it was okay to hang out with Dutch, so long as he stayed away from our house.

Also sleepovers were out for Debbie, as Dad correctly suspected hanky-panky on Debbie�s part, so Dutch�s dad wasn�t too happy either.� Actually Dutch�s dad was worried, worried that one of us would say something and he avoided Debbie like she was diseased.� But with the exception of Mother, whom we hadn�t heard a word from, Dad had a forgiving nonjudgmental nature, or at least with his kids.�

Dutch�s dad had the use of a friend�s fishing camp for the weekend.� Dutch invited me to go along, and Dad said, �Have fun.�� We left on a Friday afternoon and two hours later, we were unpacking the car.� I had a blast that weekend, catching lots of fish.� With Mr. Mac around, Dutch and I didn�t mess around, not that it was impossible if we wanted� we just didn't want to, so we abstained.�

Late Sunday afternoon we returned.� Mr. Mac dropped me off.� I came in through the back and dropped all my stuff in the mudroom.� Eager to tell Dad all about all the fish I�d caught I called out into the kitchen, �Dad!��

�In here,� I heard the distant voice.� From the direction I surmised he was in his bedroom.� I went straight away to his room, finding him in bed with Debbie. It was immediately apparent that they were nude too.

�Don�t look so shocked,� he told me.� He was sitting up in bed, holding Debbie in his lap with his finger up her cunt.

��Your sister really loves this shit.

�Don�t you, honey?�

Debbie, lying naked against his bare chest smiled at me, hunched her hips in case I�d missed it.

�We�ve been getting to know each other better this weekend,� Dad said pulling his finger from her wet twat and licking the juices from it.

�From now on, it won�t be just you and Dutch getting your cocks serviced.� I�ll be dipping my wick in her too.�

�Now, here are the new rules; I don�t care what you or Dutch do during the day with her� within limits; no tying her up or any of that shit.� But from now on I have first call on who she sleeps with at night.

�Oh yeah, you can move back into your bedroom.�

Turns out, Lacy had spent the night with Debbie on Friday night.� As Dad later related to me that night, he wasn�t planning on trying anything with the girls, even though he was curious.� The only thing he did was hang out in the den wearing some baggy gym shorts, something he did quite often anyway.�

The girls surrounded him on the sofa.� Debbie told him that she was glad that he wasn�t mad at her for being a bad girl.� �I�m not mad at you and you�re not a bad girl,� he told her.

�Am I a bad girl?� Lacy asked.

�I don�t know.� Are you?�

She smiled coyly and answered, �Maybe.�

�What I�d like to know,� Dad told her rubbing her thigh, �is who Debbie screws at your house.�

�She doesn�t screw anybody at my house,� Lacy countered feigning shock that he would ask such a thing.

�Come now, both Jack and Debbie have told me that she first had sex during a sleepover at your house.� I won�t get you in trouble.� I just want to know.�

She ran her hand lightly over his bare chest as she pretended to think about it.� Then she lowered her hand and brushed across his crotch.� �I don�t suppose you�d want me to tell if it had been you,� she told him.

�No, I suppose not,� he replied as her hand moved up his bare thigh and into the leg hole of his shorts.

�I knew right then that I was going to screw the both of them,� my dad told me. �It was never my intention to fuck either one of them, especially Debbie, but� Who cares who screwed them last year?� I mean, the girl was feeling me up.� She obviously wanted it and she got it! She pulled her hand out of my shorts and then began to tug them down.� I lifted my hips and let her strip me.� Next thing I knew, they were both playing with my hard pecker.

�In just a few short minutes, my attitude had radically altered.� I reached over and pulled Debbie�s top over her head and then stripped off Lacy�s top.� Man o man, young tits!� Hadn�t seen or touched anything that young since I was your age.

�Wasn�t long before Lacy leaned over and licked my dick.� Then it was Debbie�s turn.� Fuck, two twelve year old sluts licking my cock.� I nearly blew it when Debbie took me in her mouth. Actually,� he chuckled,� I did blow it in her mouth.�

�See, I told you she just went down on me,� I interjected.

�Yes, you did, and so she did.� Man, what a wild night!� Lacy was kneeling between my legs sucking me to another erection and made quick work of it too.� She stood, dropped her panties and then crawled up on top of me, pushing her pussy into my face.� Yum! Meanwhile your sister took over keeping me hard, as if that was necessary.� The little trollop then sat on my cock and took it up her twat with no problem at all.� She fucked me and not the other way around.� After using my cock as a pogo stick for several minutes she hops off.�

�Your sister then crawls up on me and stands straddling me, wiggling her hips in invitation to take off her panties.� So off they went!� Then she lies on the sofa next to me, legs spread around me.� Hell, if that wasn�t an invitation to help myself� so I helped myself and fucked the hell out of her.

�Christ, it�s been going on all damned weekend.� Lacy only went home an hour or so before you returned.� Said she needed to get something and would be right back.� Haven�t seen her since and quite frankly, I�m plum wore out.� My dick is about to fall off, so if she comes back, she�s all yours.�

He lamented the fact that he had screwed his own kid and how wrong that was, but then he said �What�s done is done.� I can�t take back anything I�ve done, so why kick myself?� She wanted it� she loved it� and she wanted more and more� Hell, they both wanted it. Best pussy ever!

�Don�t think for a moment that I won�t fuck them again� I will� and I�ll love every minute of it.� Damn, after screwing both of them for the first time, every time I looked at either her or Lacy, I�d get hard.� What�s the harm?� I didn�t force your sister or Lacy any more than you did.� It was all consensual.��

He stopped for a moment then added, �Consensual� yeah, go tell that to the fuckin� judge!� Shit, they�d bury me under the jail!

�Let�s see� a half dozen statutory rapes on Friday, and ten or so on Saturday, four more on Sunday� What�s that make?� Twenty life sentences in a weekend?� Well, who�s to know� unless someone blabs.

�Never talk to anyone about this, Jack, no one.� That includes Dutch.� The less it�s talked about the better.� I don�t imagine Debbie or Lacy will talk� shit neither one of them would tell me who else is doing them� other than you and Dutch that is, but they already knew that I knew. Hell, I even spanked their bare asses, but they wouldn�t tell me.�

It was weird talking to my dad about fucking Debbie and how much she enjoyed a good dicking, as well as slurping cum from the faucet.� But then it got weirder.� He was telling me how from Friday night to Sunday morning he fucked both of them over and over and how once one of them (or both) had sucked his cock to yet another erection, then he�d fuck one or both of them again.� He said he lost count and I could believe that as I had lost count too.

He suddenly stopped yakking about dipping his dick and took a deep breath.� As he sighed, I thought that he�d run out of steam and would go silent like he usually did, but this the deep sigh signaled a change of topic.

�Debbie and Lacy both tell me that you and Dutch� go down on each other.�� He must�ve seen the fear in my eyes as he quickly added, �Hey, it�s okay.� Boys your age do that sort of thing.� Part of growing up, I guess.

�But tell me, Jack, and be honest with me about it.� Do you like boys or girls better?�

�Girls!� We only do that because the girls make us do it.�

�Pussy whipped, huh?� I suppose they said, �no more pussy, unless��

�Yeah, something like that,� I answered.

�A female�s cunt exerts a powerful hold on a man,� my old man waxed philosophically.� �The whore-bitch used her pussy to get me to do things I otherwise wouldn�t have done.� If you don�t do it, no more pussy. It�s a powerful incentive.� But, just between me and you, knock it off with Dutch before you start liking boys better than girls.� If Debbie or Lacy give you any shit about it, just fuck them anyway.� Hell, I�ll hold them down for you, though I suspect it won�t be necessary.�

�Needless to say,� I concluded with the marriage counselor and my flabbergasted wife, �I frequently had sex with my sister throughout junior and senior high school. �We didn�t stop doing it several times a week until I went off to college.�� With the continued stony silence, I had a sneaking suspicion that maybe I had said too much.���

Finally my wife cleared her throat and asked, �Your father too?�

As Dad had died the year before, there wasn�t anything anyone could do to him now, so why not tell the whole truth? �Yes. I said that, didn�t I?� We both had sex with her.�� With that my wife let out shriek, threw something at me and stormed out the door.�

After a moment the counselor said, �That certainly didn�t go very well, Jack.� In all reality, I don�t think there�s any chance that your marriage can be salvaged.� My advice to you is to move in with your sister and not to contest anything.�

I thought about that for a moment and concluded that that was actually a good piece of advice, moving in with my sister that is.� Once I had left the counselor�s office I called up Debbie.� �Hey, how�s it going, Sis?�

�It couldn�t be worse!� she cried.� �I can�t pay the rent and the girls and me are going to be evicted, thanks to you!�

My cock began to stiffen at the thought of her two girls... real cuties.� I had never touched either of them... yet. � �Sorry, Sis,� I told her somewhat insincerely, �but, I do have a suggestion that may be of help.� Why don�t you come up here and� you, me, and the girls, we�ll get an apartment together or something.�

She sniffled a few times and sobbed, �Okay, Jack.�

�Okay!� I replied knowing that Debbie was a far better piece of ass than my soon-to-be ex ever was.

�One other thing, Jack,� my slut sister asked, �you will introduce me to some of your friends, won�t you?�

�Hmmm, I was thinking along that line too, Sis.�� I didn't tell her what else I was thinking, not that she would really care... I hope.�