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Me, My Brother and Our Dad - 2
by BlkIrishGirl (blkirishgirl@hotmail.com)

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Life after being caught fucking my brother by our 
father and his strange reaction. (M/f-teen, inc, rom)

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PART 2

-= Chapter Three =-

You'll have to use your own imagination as to what 
each of us was thinking as the three of us locked eyes 
in shock, awe and horror for what seemed like a 
lifetime! Be that as it may if you decide to do so be 
sure to include this fact. Time went on to reveal that 
my father had stood there for as he put it, "an 
incalculable span before the words ever reached my 
mouth". In any case the short version of what happened 
immediately after goes like this.

My father was the first to eventually break our frozen 
state of terror. He spoke not another word but simply 
turned and walked away. By the time my brother and I 
had put ourselves together and gotten up the nerve to 
come out and face him, to face the wrath of his music, 
he wasn't there. He'd gotten into his car and driven 
off, returning several hours later into that night or 
early morning. 

For roughly the next month my brother and I walked 
around heedfully and extremely leery of an appending 
doom, which never came to pass. We waited for one or 
both of our parents and especially our father to read 
us the riot act. Yet neither had said a word, were 
they OK with what we'd done or what? We were certain 
he'd told our mother, so why hadn't she spoken on it? 

Even more confusing was our father's behavior since 
seeing his son battering his baby girl's asshole as if 
I were the slut of the year. Neither of us understood 
it! Whenever he was alone with either or both of us, 
he virtually refused to speak or even look at us. On 
the other hand, whenever mom was around we were one 
big happy family. He acted as if nothing had happened, 
but the three of us knew some serious shit had in fact 
happened! Why in heaven's glory hadn't, wouldn't 
either of them just say or do whatever was on their 
minds, so we could all get this shit behind us! If 
you'd been caught by your father with your brother's 
dick balls deep up your ass and as of yet, there was 
no consequences. You'd understand how we felt, we were 
fucking basket cases!

As fate would have it and I'd say just less than three 
months later give or take; I began to feel as if my 
father was seeming looking at me differently. Not in 
an angry or disappointed way, but in a snakingly 
intense sexual one. Though ever so discretely and at 
the time I couldn't swear to it, but I could sense him 
leering at my adult sized feminine features. 

Within this time frame on a nothing special kind of 
day my suspicion proved to be prophetic. We were all 
at home and late evening had come. Mom was in the 
kitchen cooking, my brother was upstairs in his room 
and my father and I were alone in the family room. He 
was sitting in his chair watching some game and 
glancing over the newspaper. 

Coincidentally, I was sitting directly in front of him 
on the couch reading a rather good book. Also and 
again purely coincidentally, I was wearing only a big 
T-shirt and a pair of extra low crouch squeezing sheer 
panties. 

As I said the book was good and as I got deeper into 
it in an unconsciously relaxing and laid back manner, 
I became oblivious to my father's presents. I'd thrown 
my legs up on the couch which had caused my shirt to 
raise high up thigh. What that meant from my father's 
line of sight, was an eagle's eyed view of his 
daughter's virtually see through painted camel toed 
pussy. Only by accident did I become aware of my 
sitting position and my father's enjoyment thereof. 

Having become thirsty and lifting my eyes from the 
book, I caught his eyes boring a new hole between my 
legs. As I laid the book down in preparation of 
heading to the kitchen, he tried to play off where he 
was looking. However it was too late and though he 
wouldn't have admitted it we both knew it. He didn't 
have time to wipe away the lustful sweat dripping from 
his face, or cover up that elephant boner in his 
lounging pants. 

Although I let him believe he'd gotten away with 
everything, the fact had spoken for itself, I'd caught 
him staring and thirsting for his juvenile daughter's 
pussy, my pussy!

Strangely excited by it all I traveled to and from the 
kitchen with an inflamed sense of depravity and 
whorish intent. Knowing clearly that I had my father's 
sexual attention, that I truly had him by the balls, 
released uncontainable secretions of female fluids 
into what little panties I had on. 

As if nothing was different I returned to my position 
on the couch. Only this time I intentionally opened my 
legs as wide as I could without being totally obvious. 
Since my father wanted to see his little girls' pussy, 
I made sure he had a damn good look and this time he'd 
also see just how wet it gets too!

While hiding my face behind the book I continued to 
switch positions providing him with different points 
of view. Every so often I would peek up over the book, 
delighting myself as I watched him squirming in his 
chair and trying to discretely massage his hard dick. 
Thus was the first episode between my father and me.

The next monumental happening between us came during a 
bitter sweet period several months later. My 
grandmother, my mom's mom, had an unexpected fatal 
heart attack. My mom being the oldest and most 
businesslike of my grandparent's two children, my 
mother and a much young sister, had to drop everything 
and return to Ireland. My brother though being an 
Alpha stud publicly was at heart a mama's boy; 
instinctively he packed his bags and went with her. 

It wasn't that simple for dad being in the military, 
and though ranked as a lieutenant colonel at the time 
had to get permission. As for me all else aside at 
heart I've always been daddy's little girl, so 
naturally I stayed behind with him. The plan was that 
he and I would join the rest of our family in a few 
days. 

Now you have to understand my grandparents, especially 
my grandmother, whole-heartedly loved and adored my 
father and he her. (I learned later that he use- to 
fuck her, my mom and my aunt, while cuckolding my 
grandfather.) So he took the news of her sudden death 
almost as hard as my mom. He was genuinely torn up, 
completely dishearten behind my grandmothers loss. 

In my mind it was as if it were up to me to try to 
lift his spirits, or at least give him something else 
to think about. Only I had no idea how or what would 
accomplish either or the other.

Then as he and I were returning from putting my mother 
and brother on the airplane, it suddenly came to me. 
Though nervous and scared shitless, as he was driving 
I discreetly placed my hand in his lap. Along with the 
best words of comfort and reassurance known to anyone 
of my age at the time, I softly rubbed his upper thigh 
purposely working my way towards its insides. 

Of course in the back of my mind my goal was to 
eventually reach his dick. Evidentially, my massaging 
of his inner thigh was in fact taking his mind of our 
sorrows. The proof came when long before I could have 
ever reached his rod, it had come out way down his leg 
to meet me far beyond the half-way point. 

Having not considered such a quick response from his 
body, the sudden feeling of his extensively long and 
freakishly thick dick steadily moving, growing beneath 
my hand momentarily startled me. In addition to that 
once it became unmistakably definitive to the both of 
us that I was no longer stroking his thigh but instead 
I was kneading his gut plunger, I proceeded 
hesitantly. I did so waiting for him to put a stop to 
the situation but he continued to drive as if I were 
doing nothing distracting or wrong. 

Sensing he'd given me the green light and calculating 
that we still had roughly a half-hour to forty-five 
minutes of road time left before reaching home, I 
decided to go for broke!

Boldly I unzipped and unfastened his pants and after 
removed the wholeness of that monster from its place 
of confinement, I did that for which I was created to 
do. Starting with his balls I began to kiss, lick and 
suck my way over and around the completeness of his 
shaft before eventually engulfing what I could down my 
throat.. As you should have already learned, I take 
pride in the realization that I am a full-fledged 
slut. There is and has never been anything more on 
this planet that I love more than a big hard thick 
dick in either of my holes but in my mouth, comes 
second only to my ass. Though moans of appreciation 
began to purr from my father's throat, the one truly 
getting the pleasure was me.

I could feel daddy struggling to keep his mind on the 
road while his daughter sucked his dick, like a 
starved Neanderthal trying to suck the last taste of 
marrow out of a dinosaur bone, after devouring all its 
meat! Soon he was reaching over seeking to explore my 
body with his free hand. Though excited by what was 
happening between us, I was still a bit nervous only 
because he was after all driving. Nonetheless, 
trusting him with my life, I twisted myself around 
giving daddy full access to whatever part of my body 
he so desired to probe. Of course, just like a man he 
went straight for the pussy!

That day of all days I had on jeans so at best all he 
could do was grip and grope it from the outside, but 
that wasn't going to get it for him. Feeling him 
grappling and straining to undo my belt, I decide to 
help him out. Though I had a pit bulls' lip lock on 
the head of his dick, I managed not only to undo the 
belt, but I also slid my jeans down to my ankles and 
returned opened legged back in the seat.

Now all that stood between daddy and his objective was 
one little thin pair of cotton panties, which his hand 
quickly dove beneath. Even though I was sucking my 
dad's womb beater for the first time, there are no 
words to express the wicked and lasciviously evil 
sensations I felt as my own father's hand came flesh 
to flesh with my pussy! I won't even attempt to go 
there because I'm STILL not sure where the hell there 
was!

During those days in every way my dad was bigger, 
stronger, thicker and more muscularly hard toned than 
my brother. His hand swallowed up the area between my 
legs as it fought to make itself at home. As he 
prospected feverishly around that which defines me as 
female, even his touch was overwhelmingly more 
intense. Truth is his experience and maturity became 
the defining factor, in terms of how I reacted overall 
between the two, though they covered the same area. 

In any case, one, two, three and then finally four of 
his fingers crammed my female genitalia! Remember 
bigger? Well that includes his fingers! I've had dicks 
over the years that weren't equal to one of those 
fingers. Nonetheless, I had no choice but to release 
his johnson from my mouth, way back somewhere around 
finger number two!

If I had not done so by the time he reached finger 
number four I would have probably bitten the damn 
thing off, behind my gasping for breath. Though 
exquisitely done those fingers sucked the air out of 
me as he repeatedly jabbed into me over and over with 
piercing piston like punishing plunges. Because we 
were driving during daylight hours and because what 
was going on inside that car was bad enough, I knew I 
had to hold back my screams.

Because we were driving during daylight hours and 
because what was going on inside that car was bad 
enough, I knew I had to hold back my screams. To the 
naked eye what the unknowing public saw whenever daddy 
and I were among them was a big mountain sized damn 
near purple black man with a young baby faced red- 
haired nearly pale white girl with a phat ass and big 
tits, so no screams.

Be that as it may he fingered me to several powerful 
orgasms and continued to fiddle around with my pussy 
while I sucked and jacked him off, until reaching our 
home at the dust dark hour. 


-= Chapter Four =-

Though I skipped into the house all giddy in 
anticipation of things immediately getting hotter 
between daddy and me, he on the other hand straggled 
along like a handicapped snail. Then as soon as we got 
inside instead of taking me a like blue balled 
breeding bull, as I'd premeditatedly envisioned, he 
softly asked me to have a seat.

After saying "We need to talk," he went on to clear 
the air about a few things, starting with walking in 
on my brother and me. In short he revealed to me that 
we weren't the first in the family to fuck each other, 
not by a long shot! 

He explained to me how and almost in explicit details 
that though he didn't have any sisters; he'd fucked 
two of his aunts, damn near all his female first 
cousins and other relatives. Not that he'd planned any 
of it, it just happened. So he understood how it could 
happen with siblings, especially two as close as my 
brother and I have always been.

He was just caught off guard and to be honest "I was a 
bit jealous but even though I and several others in my 
family have done it, or even if being with you like 
that has cross my mind, it doesn't change the fact 
that is not right. What we did on the way home 
sweetheart wasn't right either and nothing like that 
can ever happen again between you and I. You and your 
brother have to make up your own minds, but your 
mother and I won't ask either way, it's your 
decisions" he said. Then he cautioned me about all the 
societal and personal consequences and or 
complications incestuous relationships can be 
vulnerable to.

Also he went on to tell me the whole story of how 
after meeting my mom he wound up staying with and 
fucking her mother, her sister and her in the same bed 
and more often than not at the same time. He told me 
how they cuckold my grandfather and what a cuckold 
was. "Damn so much shit goes on in the world that kids 
have no fucking clue about. My family's full of freaks 
on both damn sides" so I thought to myself.

As wild as it may seem to others, things finally 
started to make sense to me. Now I understood why 
being a slut came so natural to me. Fuck I inherited 
the HO gene from both sides of my family tree. No damn 
wonder I loved getting DICKED down and treated like 
fuck toy, the shit's runs in my blood!" (Such is my 
final answer in the summation of my innate thoughts 
concerning my love of man meat and that conversation 
with my dad.)

Disappointingly, at least in my hormonally charged and 
lecherous mind anyway, for the rest of that evening we 
were your socially acceptable father and daughter. We 
order a pizza, watched television and retired to our 
separate showers and rooms. As was my normal routine 
after drying myself off I slipped on an over-sized T-
shirt and no panties, before crawling under the 
covers.

Had this been any other time I would have most likely 
fallen asleep shortly thereafter. However this was not 
any other time, my dearest grandmother was dead and 
I'd sucked my father's dick while he finger fucked me 
for the first time, all in the course of that one 
single day! Sleep? I don't think so; I couldn't and 
apparently neither could my father.

I could hear my father crying his heart out in the 
room he and my mother shared. I told you my brother 
was an Alpha, a stone cold hard ass Black bull of an 
ass-kicker if you will, but even he knew not to dare 
buck up against our dad. So for my father to be openly 
crying with such passion and volume meant he was in 
agony! 

So there we were in to different rooms experiencing 
our mutual pain separately. Because his pain seemed 
far more intense than my own, I rose up and went to 
his beside. I lay down beside him and held him tightly 
and he returned my comforting embrace. 

As we were lying there emotionally consoling each 
other, I kissed him on the top of his head. As if to 
say thank you he looked up and placed a soft kiss upon 
my lips. He did this twice but the last time he did 
so, our tongues seemed to uncontrollably begin to 
wrestle.

As if I were his wife and lover instead of his 
daughter, he intuitively reached for the bottom of my 
T-shirt. As he started to remove it from by body, I 
helplessly position myself to allow him no resistance. 
Though I lay in my mother's bed naked as freshly 
plucked chicken, alone with her husband and my father, 
I felt no guilt or shame. 

He by nature only sleeping in boxer shorts and after 
having worked them down his torso, was also now 
completely unclothed. He returned his lips to mine, 
and his tongue to my own. As he kissed me he genteelly 
he ran his fingers through my hair. Though his lips 
and tongue remain glued to my body, they expertly 
shifted from point to point. Traveling from my mouth, 
to the top of my head, to behind my ears, to down my 
neck, my breast plate, my breast and nipples, down my 
stomach and hips over and over with precision. 

They also traveled down my thighs to my ankles and 
even my toes and then back up again. The difference 
between my father and my brother in terms of fucking 
is like night and day. They're both great and have 
their purpose and time but my father, is the original 
and my brother is a distant copy. Anyhow, once his 
lips and tongue reached my, years away from obtaining 
a driver's license pussy, OMFG! I was ready to call 
the police because what my daddy was doing to me; had 
to be a GAWD DAMN CRIME!

After spreading apart and holding in place the lips of 
my meat heater, he leisurely bathed the space between 
them with the face and tip of his tongue. Like a fine 
wine connoisseur, daddy savored his work and 
apparently my flavor. Though my brother had and does 
still from to time eaten my pussy well, his best 
effort failed to compare, daddy took the time to as he 
put it "enjoy the aroma, taste the vintage and 
appreciate the uniqueness of my essence."

Masterfully he'd ripple the length of my wide open 
slit, swishing my clitty delicately around and then 
he'd snake tongue the depths of my crater with sharp 
quick lashes of sinful titillations. Over and over and 
over some more my daddy consumed the peculiarities of 
my personal place, until I became one big bundle of 
mindless trembling orgasmic nuclear tremors. 

Till this day, though I've come close, I have never 
experience another sexual release of the magnitude 
which my father's action force me to endure. I 
imploded then exploded as I ejaculated a monsoon of 
female cum with hurricane strength into his mouth and 
the surrounding territory! 

Though barely coherent I felt two hundred and seventy 
plus pound of solid muscle climb on top of me. I 
sensed my legs being spread and locked around the 
small of his back and then I felt the hurt of a 
telephone pole jammed up my, not really ready to be in 
this bull's pen, fuck hole. 

Thank heavens for that orgasm, that extra lubrication, 
because he entered me testicle deep in one long hard 
rapid thrust! I PASSED THE FUCK OUT! When the lights 
came back on daddy was gliding in the pussy. He 
authentically swayed from side to side and rocked my 
walls back and forth. Like a chess master each and 
every one of his moves had purpose and devastating 
intentions. 

Let me make this simple for you to understand. There 
isn't a whole lot of difference, though 
distinguishable, between the length of my brother's 
dick and that of my father's, though daddy has got him 
beat there too. However, when it comes to the girth, 
we're in a whole new ball park! 

Imagine a tender budding heifer in heat, the parts and 
the feeling are the same but... she's foolishly 
strayed into the pen of aroused breeding bull. Now 
imagine he's mounted and locked himself inside her 
tiny little inners! MOOOO HEIFER! MOOOOO! Now that you 
have the picture before your eyes... 

While holding my head in his gentle fingers as he 
danced inside my tightness, he passionately kissed me 
and all movement inside me came to an undesirable end. 
Yes I was in pain but by this point it was a rapturous 
ache and although I could have lived out the rest of 
my life in the bliss of our tongue lock and the 
fullness of the steel hard, yet motionless dick shoved 
inside my little girl pussy I craved to be fucked! 

"I'm ready daddy, please fuck me. I know you're 
hurting behind gramps; I'm here for you now. Take your 
frustration and pain out on me, I can take it daddy, 
go ahead fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" paraphrased, but I 
encouraged him to proceed with words to this effect. I 
couldn't help it the harlot in me had taken control.

Gradually he started to once again move within me, and 
he increase the pace and the depths of his stokes, so 
increase the pain I felt. Again being longer and 
thicker than the only other man who'd ever fucked me, 
my brother, he reached never before touched nerves 
from all directions.

Suddenly he positioned my legs over his shoulders, and 
then stood up in my pussy (think man pushups) and I 
transformed from his loving daughter and or wife in to 
his "YOU'RE DADDY'S BITCH! YOU'RE MY HO GOT THAT!" he 
bellowed commandingly. 

The power of his hell reaching descents into the core 
of my will intensified with each calculated 
interjection! The pain was excruciating yet liberating 
as it unleashed my primitive animalistic submissive 
nature. As if it were happening this minute I can hear 
myself confessing, "FUCK ME DAD! FUCK ME! FUCK THE 
SHIT OUT OF ME DADDY! I'M YOUR BITCH! IT'S YOUR PUSSY 
DADDY FUCK IT! OWN IT! TAKE IT! TAKE YOUR LITTLE GIRLS 
PUSSY!" and all kinds of other wild demented shit came 
out my mouth.

Though I suppose surprised that I was saying such 
things to him anyway, daddy wasn't to be out talked or 
fucked! There is no need to go into the exchange of 
lewdness; you've had a taste of daddy so you imagine 
what kind of shit came out his mouth.

He fucked me so deep, hard and long that he had me 
running from the dick! In a sense he reminded me that 
I was still young slut and that I was out of my league 
trying to fuck with the big dogs. Yet since I was 
already in the bull's pen, I was going to get the full 
heifer treatment. He fucked me in the bed; he fucked 
the hell out of me hanging off the side of the bed and 
even chased me off the bed and onto the floor.

I came so many times that I was sure I had nothing 
left but daddy... DAMN! I thought daddy would never 
bust his balls! There I was on the floor screaming and 
squealing like a gutted pig, with my legs wrapped 
around my father's neck, as his inhumanely large and 
overtly thick dick senselessly clobbered my cervix 
while the family jewels bashed back and forth against 
my ass checks. 

Graphically, I remember as the cadence of his 
churnings intensified and I felt his pleasure prod 
starting to swell, spreading my enclosure even more. I 
could also feel the sensations of his pending climax 
pulsating with determination and authority though the 
veins of his dick. 

Drained of all ability to help him but smart enough to 
know he was headed for the white water rapids and the 
ride, my ride anyway was about to become seriously 
turbulent! I knew the best thing I could for my own 
safety if nothing else, was to hang on for dear life! 
Soon daddy was defining the meaning and upholding the 
honor of the term, BLACK BULL STUD! 

He unleashed the fire storms of his pains, 
frustrations and his anger, into the hole between my 
legs! He bucked, humped, rammed and slammed, my 
already fucked senseless and by then damn near 
lifeless body with unbridled savagery...

...and then it happened! Violent waves of my yet to be 
conceived little brothers and sisters began to slam 
against the restrictions of my womb with spine 
shattering potency. Daddy came with so much strength 
and stamina, pill or not, "OH FUCK I'M KNOCKED UP!" I 
thought and I was certain of it!

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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