If you'd put Sarah Baker under hypnosis and ask her to tell you what she recalled most vividly about her childhood, she'd have immediately brought up her older brother Hank. Then, as if it had happened yesterday, her detailed description of the day she had seen him jacking off would have followed.
But, as it was, on this occasion Sarah didn't need any special persuasion to reveal this hidden treasure from her past. Indeed, she was only too happy to share her memories with her fascinated companion.
In her niece, Sarah had finally found someone who understood what it was like to love a man whom everyone else considered impossible. Because even though Sarah was Hank's sister, Alice was even closer to him. As close as only a daughter can be.
"Tell me about it again, Aunt Sarah," Alice requested after she'd listened to the story once already. "I love hearing about Daddy."
"Like I said, it was a hot summer day and he was stretched out on his bed, buck naked," Sarah sighed with nostalgia. "He had those panties he'd stolen from my drawer wrapped around his cock." She paused to laugh. "Those panties were bright red but your father's cock was even redder. I've been happily married for years, but there's only one thing I want that I've never had – that cock!"
"Mmmmm, finding out about how Daddy's hung makes me hot," Alice murmured, rubbing between her legs. "My pussy's soaking wet."
"That's the general idea," Sarah smirked. "I wouldn't be telling you any of this unless we were both in it together."
"You really think he'll come across when we get him alone?" Alice anxiously asked. "When Dottie was talking us into this, it seemed like such a good idea. But, now, I just don't know. Daddy can be awfully scary!"
"Just keep thinking about that big, red cock I told you about," Sarah confidently answered. "That'll see you through."
"Yeah, I guess," Alice sighed, her hand at her crotch again.
Sarah said: "Now all we have to do is find your dad."
Glancing around the picnic grounds, she had abruptly found what she was looking for. "Speak of the devil," she whispered to Alice, "there he is now!"
Sure enough, Hank ambled in their direction, rolling his hips in the distinctive stride of the athlete he'd once been. Football, basketball and baseball, he'd played and starred in all them. In fact, to most people that was his problem. He'd never outgrown those days. But to his sister and daughter he was a hunk, pure and simple.
"Well, girls," he called, "having a good time?"
They said that they were playing it by ear. When Hank reached them, he had a beer in each hand and his face was flushed. There was little doubt that he was at least half-drunk, a good sign for Sarah and Alice.
"How you doing, Hank?" Sarah now asked her brother.
"Aw, all right, I guess," he answered, but he was frowning. Then, loosened by all the beer he'd been drinking, he added: "Wish I could get up a game, though. I mean, the food and all that's okay, but getting everybody together once a year so they can try and beat each other at something is what a family picnics supposed to be all about, right? Softball, touch football."
Alice cut in: "Have any kind of special game in mind, Daddy?"
"Shit, anything," he slurped after a swig of beer.
Catching on to her niece's train of thought, Sarah suggested: "How about some poker, Hank?"
He bit, cheerfully warning that he played for blood. After picking up a blanket, flashlight and a deck of cards, the three of them slipped into the night to settle on a grassy knoll under a sky full of stars.
"Gee, it's beautiful out here," Alice sighed when they were seated. Sarah agreed. But, eager to start winning at something, Hank ignored the surroundings and started shuffling the cards.
"Okay, what're the stakes?" he said when he was ready to deal.
Sarah and Alice looked and nodded at one another, silently communicating. The only question now was which one of them would bring it out into the open.
Speaking first, Sarah said to Hank: "Tell you what. I'll see what kind of hand I get, then I'll make the first bet. Then you two can follow my lead. Sort of wing it, you know?"
Knowing what was in the air, Alice immediately agreed. Hank, however, grumbled about women not taking things seriously enough. But, then, realizing that this was the only game around, he shut up and went along.
Sarah was dealt a nothing hand but she brightened up as though she had four aces. And when she bet, it was as though she couldn't possibly lose.
"I'll put up either one, doesn't make any difference to me."
"Sounds good to me," Alice said before her father could object to the idea of strip poker. "I'll match whatever you say, top or bottom."
"Okay, the winner gets to choose what the losers take off," Sarah suggested. "You in, Hank?"
He stared at them like he'd never seen them before. "Damn! I must be drunker than I thought."
He didn't even pick up his cards, as his sister and daughter went through the motions of playing. Sarah finally tapped out and Alice had a pair of fours. When one of them reached over and flipped Hank's cards, he had a full house.
"Looks like you win, Daddy," Alice brightly said. "What do Aunt Sarah and I take off?"
After draining a beer with a nervous gulp, Hank gasped: "You're bluffing."
"You'll never know for sure unless you call us on it," Sarah taunted, knowing there was nothing her brother could resist less than a dare.
"Okay," he coughed. "The tops. Take off your tops."
Sarah and Alice sensed that he probably figured they had something on underneath. But he was wrong. When they pulled their upper garments over their heads, they were abruptly nude from the waist up.
It was a startling contrast as the two of them sat side by side. For Sarah's tits were so large, while Alice's were so small. The way his eyes darted between both sets of tits, Hank might have been watching a tennis match.
Then, as if there were nothing out of the ordinary about the situation, Sarah casually remarked: "Looks like it's my turn to deal now."
She took the cards and gave them a tricky shuffle. It was easy for her to stack the deck as long as Hank was looking at the display of bare breasts instead of at her hands. When Sarah dealt she knew exactly which cards were going to whom.
Alice bet the cut-off jeans she was wearing. Sarah matched that with her shorts. Hank just hung there in confused silence, failing to look at his cards once again.
"Well, looks like I lose again," Sarah cheerfully noted after going through the motions of playing the hand.
"Me, too," Alice chirped.
They picked up Hank's cards for him again. This time he had a royal flush. And with this hand his sister and daughter were suddenly stark naked before his bulging eyes. Their cunts provided the same contrast as their tits, Sarah's crotch so hairy and Alice's pussy covered by no more than a silky wisp.
"That's the trouble with not wearing any bra or panties when you're playing strip poker," Sarah now chuckled. "Drop a couple of hands and you don't have anything more to play with."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Alice smirked. "I think we could still come up with something if we put our minds to it. Something we could do instead of taking something off."
"L-like?" Hank stammered.
"Here, you deal again, Daddy," Alice said, pushing the cards her father's way.
Hank's fingers were all thumbs as he tried to manipulate the deck. Somehow, though, he finally managed to get five cards to each player. Then held his breath while he waited for whatever came next.
"Your bet, Alice," Sarah said to her niece.
And without blinking, Alice replied, "I'll suck the winner."
"I'm in," Sarah agreed without hesitation, then turned to her brother. "What about you, Hank?"
"He can bet his pants," Alice spoke up for her father.
Sarah nodded that this was fine with her and she and her niece played their cards, while once again Hank just let his lie. This time Alice wound up with three aces, appearing unbeatable. However, then it turned out that her father had his second royal flush in a row.
"Well, Daddy, if Aunt Sarah and I are going to make good on our bets, looks like your pants are coming off even though you won," Alice giggled.
Hank jumped back when his naked sister and daughter pounced toward him. But he was too slow. They grabbed his legs and off came his pants. A frustrated athlete to the core, he wore a jock strap underneath them. It wasn't providing much support, though, because his hard cock had stretched the pouch so out of shape that his hairy balls spilled in exposure.
In a moment the jock strap was gone too. Flanking Hank on their knees, Sarah and Alice leaned in toward his crotch until their noses touched. Then their tongues went to work, lapping Hank's trapped cock and balls.
He struggled at first, but a sharp elbow to his gut effectively pinned him down. From there his sister and daughter divided their labor, Sarah deep-throating his stiff prick while Alice took both of his balls in her sucking mouth.
"Man, oh, man, don't believe this is happening to me," Hank muttered.
He was silenced by an uncontrollable lurch of his crotch that took his breath away then, looking down his body, he watched his hips automatically roll as a result of the female suction on his cock and balls. He felt a rising tide in his balls that could only signal one thing. If his sister and daughter didn't stop going down on him, he was going to come!
"Don't make me do it," he pleaded. "Not with my own sister and daughter!"
But sucking hungrily, Sarah and Alice ignored his protest in favor of the cum-laden promise of his straining cock and churning nuts. Hank struggled, but the hot yearning between his legs defeated him.
"God help me!" he yelped.
However, there was no help from above. And with a shuddering spasm, Hank gave in to the pleasures of the flesh with a bucking climax that lifted his ass off the ground.
He couldn't keep himself from looking. His cock was gushing and Sarah and Alice were taking his spurting jism directly into their grinning faces.
By the time Hank had shot his wad, the splattered features of his sister and daughter were covered in his jizz.
The women made no attempt to clean themselves off, glistening from the neck up with fresh cum.
Then Hank's gaze shifted from their dripping faces, his eyes focusing on his cock. Once again, his breath was taken away. For, to his amazement, despite its creamy eruption, his cock was still as rigid as steel. He hadn't been this potent since he was a teenager!
Sarah and Alice had noticed it too. "Which one of us gets to fuck him first?" one of them openly said to the other.
Glancing toward the cards, the other one replied: "I'll cut you for it. High card gets that big, red cock in her cunt and the loser sits on his face."
They agreed, each taking a card. Alice drew a queen, but Sarah came up with a king. And, while the rest of Hank froze with anxiety, his cock and tongue twitched with anticipation at the forbidden prospect of fucking his sister while he sucked his daughter's teenaged cunt.
Quickly, Sarah straddled his loins. Hank's stiff cock rod stood straight up to meet her hairy cunt as her crotch dipped. Her pussy lips snagged his cock head then slid down his long, thick shaft. Feeling his prick meat enter his sister's moist pussy tunnel, Hank felt like a scared kid who was losing his cherry.
"Mmmmmm, and then some," Sarah swooned, swiveling her hips so that Hank's hard-on was hilting her pussy. "Feed him some of your pretty little pussy and find out what he can do with his tongue."
"Here goes!" Alice bubbled.
She squatted above her father's head. Hank's senses reeled when her slender thighs parted, for never had he seen such a young looking cunt so close up before.
His tongue hungrily leapt from his mouth to reach for it and down Alice's girlish cunt came. Hank's oral lance surged within and then that nearly hairless cunt was spread all over his face as he swallowed a mouthful of teenaged pussy juice.
"How is it?" Sarah asked her niece.
"If I can't be the first one of us to fuck Daddy," Alice answered, "having him eat me is the next best thing. His tongue's just like a cock!"
"Then you can come that way?" Sarah asked.
"Absolutely!"
"Then let's come together," Sarah suggested. "No reason why your dad can't get us off at the same time if we work at it."
"You call that work?" grinding her wet pussy against her father's face so his captive tongue twisted inside her. "Better hurry up, though, if you're gonna come when I do, Aunt Sarah."
"Don't worry, I'm on the way," Sarah called back.
She began bobbing up and down on the spike of Hank's cock, her cunt lips pulled in and out of her pussy in the process. Her pussy was so wet that it squished, but so tight that her brother's hard-on was well fucked.
And at the front end of the action, Alice's cunt did everything it could do with a male tongue. She was panting on the brink of an orgasm now. So was her aunt.
"When I count three," Sarah gasped, "that's when we'll come."
"Then hurry up and count it down," Alice panted. "Can't hold back much longer. Daddy's tongue seems more like a prick in my pussy every second."
"One… two…" Sarah counted down. Then, together, she and her niece shouted: "Three!"
At precisely the same instant, they were climaxing as if they were wired to the same nervous system.
"Oh, Aunt Sarah, it's fabulous!" Alice squealed.
Then Alice made the orgasmic even more intense by leaning forward on top of her father and embracing Sarah. The mouths of niece and aunt met and they deeply kissed, spurring on one another's climaxes while Hank continued to suck and fuck their pussies from below.
Then, as the girls kissed and came, Hank realized that they weren't the only ones with an urgent need for erotic release. His balls churned in turmoil.
His cock felt like it would burst out of its skin.
And then he came too. His cock erupted in his sister's pussy like a miniature volcano.
Breaking the lesbian kiss, Sarah excitedly cried: "Oooooh, he's shooting it! Shooting it so hard! So much cum in my cunt!"
She arched back on top of Hank so Alice could see the excess jizz that was already leaking from the inners of her fucked pussy. Alice slurped with envy at the sight of it. Then, unable to resist getting a share, she stretched forward so her upper body hugged her father's torso mid she lapped at the creamy connection of Hank's cock and Sarah's cunt.
"Oh, baby, lick it, lick it!" Sarah squealed. "What a way to end a fuck, with your hot tongue!"
Indeed, Hank's prick had just ended its upheaval. It slithered out of his sister's pussy but it was hardly missed. For his daughter's tongue was eagerly taking its place.
"Oh, lick me higher," Sarah moaned to Alice. "That's it, darling, put your tongue on my clit. Ooooo… mmmmmm… ahhhh."
Sarah slid off of Hank, onto the grass. Alice was right there between her legs, wallowing in her aunt's cream-filled cunt.