Bunny sat back, on her heels and tilted her head down, staring at her slimy tits.
Jack slumped back in the chair.
His balls were deflated and slack now, but his formidable cock was still standing rampant in his fist. It had softened only slightly.
Bunny began to massage her tits, working his cum into her tit-meat with both hands. She pulled on her vibrant titty tips, making them explode.
Jack jerked his prick in his fist, shaking a few cum drops from the knob, cracking it like a whip.
His balls were already starting to swell again. What was a single cumming to a potent young man under these circumstances.
But then Bunny got to her feet on shaky legs. She grinned at her brother, showing him that she had no regrets or misgivings. But then she stepped back. Bunny was seething with desire and she was afraid that if she stayed in the room with him she was not going to be able to control her unholy urges.
The girl was yearning to suck his prick and let him shove it up her cunt – but her inhibitions were still clinging in her conscience, telling her it was taboo.
She knew that she had better leave before she succumbed to her raging lust – to give herself another hand-job in privacy and relieve the desperate pressure.
"That was fun," she said, giving him a wink – trying to make light of the situation and conceal the raging turmoil of her emotions.
"Anytime you wanna do it again!" he rasped.
She was backing away step by step. "Yeah – well, you can cream my tits again, sometime – but now I better take a shower," she said. She grinned. "We don't want Mom and Dad to see me with spunky tits."
She hesitated, then turned and left the room, her ass swinging provocatively in her sheer nightie.
Jack watched her go, grinning.
He had often had naughty fantasies about his sexy kid sister while he was beating his meat but he had never expected anything to happen between them.
Now the horny boy was wondering just how hot Bunny was – and if she would be game for more than a tit splashing.
He sure hoped so.
He didn't suppose that she would let him actually fuck her, but maybe the next time she would jerk him off and let him give her a fingerfucking, at least.
His cock was hard as a stone again and he could feel another cum load seeping, drop by drop, into his balls.
Bunny was going to take a shower.
Jack figured that he would give her time to get started, then wander into the bathroom. At the very least he could get a look at her stark naked.
He would, too.
And he wasn't die only one.
As soon as she was around the archway, Bunny leaned back against the wall, panting and dizzy with desire. She hadn't dared to do it in front of her brother, but she was dying to taste his creamy spunk.
She ran her hands up over her tits, scooping up congealing slime in her palms.
She brought her hands up under her chin and tipped her face down. Her tongue flashed out. She lapped up that sibling spunk greedily.
"Ummmm," she purred.
If her brother's fuck-juice was so scrumptious even tasted secondhand, just think what it would be like to swallow a load right out of his spurting cock!
She licked her hands clean, then gathered some more juice from her belly and tits. She dipped her hand between her legs and soaked it in her cunt for a moment, then drew it up and slurped hungrily, tasting a combination of fuckjuice and cunt-cream blended together.
Her mouth was so hot that the girl thought that her tongue might melt.
Her cunt was even hotter.
Bunny staggered as she moved away from the wall and went back upstairs. She was planning to give her cunt a thorough frigging in the shower and see if she could reduce her frenzied desire on her own hands.
Otherwise she didn't know what she would do…
Marianna was slumbering again.
She had creamed twice, in Peter's mouth and then on his plunging prick and, contented, she had gone back to sleep on this lazy Sunday morning.
But Peter had only cum one time and he was looking forward to getting his rocks off again.
He gazed at her as she slept peacefully, tempted to mount her and ram the rod up her cunt again. But then he figured he should let her rest for a while, biding his time patiently and enjoying the later sex even more for the delay.
He decided to take a shower while he waited.
Fucking was sweaty work.
He got out of bed, careful not to disturb her and went on down to the bathroom. His cock was tense, not fully erect but showing every sign of renewed vigor as if bowed out in a fat parabola in front of him.
There were two shower stalls in the bathroom. Peter entered one, adjusted the spray and soaped his well-muscled body. His cock and balls were gooey from Marianna's cunt and he lathered them up. As he did so, his cock responded, rising up rampant and randy.
He turned the shower spray off and stood there, contemplating his prick. He wrapped his hand around it and gave a stroke, skimming through the slippery soapsuds.
He had no intention of jerking off – not with his voluptuous wife in bed and available – but it felt pleasant to play with his prick a bit, getting it ready for her cunt.
The shower wasn't running and the shower curtain was drawn and as he stood there in the cubicle, playing with his lathered cock, there was no reason for anyone to realize that the bathroom was occupied.
Bunny certainly didn't.
Peter heard her come in and he whipped his hand off his cock, feeling a bit sheepish.
He peered out through the crack in the curtain.
Bunny was just slipping out of her nightie. Peter was about to call out, announcing his presence. But then he bit back the words.
For one thing, since he was sporting a massive hard-on, he didn't want to call attention to himself.
But for another thing, the sight of his nubile daughter's naked body was very exciting.
His eyes glowed and his prick pulsed.
Peter knew that it was unsavory to react in that fashion to his daughter's naked charms but he couldn't help it. It was only natural, he figured – and there was no harm in a bit of peeping and fantasizing.
Now he even thought that it might be a kick to jack himself off while he watched her shower.
Her slender back was toward him and he gazed at the firm round cheeks of her ass, lustfully. What a sexy little minx she had become!
She turned in profile and he saw the saucy bounce of her plump tits as they swung.
He noticed, too, that the rosy titty tips were standing out taut and swollen.
His Adam's apple leaped up his throat and his prick beat like a drum in his hand as another surge of blood rushed into his hard-on.
Then she turned and faced him, innocently unaware of his presence behind the shower curtain – and Peter noticed a most peculiar thing.
Her tits were all greasy.
She hadn't yet started to soap herself, so it couldn't be lather. He frowned, puzzled. He wondered if the girl had been sunbathing and that the sheen on her tits was from suntan lotion?
It didn't seem likely, that early in the day – and then it became even less likely, as he saw Bunny run a hand over her tits, then lick the grease from her fingers.
Peter shook his head, bemused. It was a total mystery to the man. Had she been making breakfast and spilled butter or bacon fat an her tits?
Fascinated, he continued to spy on her as Bunny stepped into the other shower stall. She didn't draw the curtains – for which oversight her daddy was profoundly grateful.
Bunny turned on the spray and stood under it. She was facing the shower, her face turned up, starting to soap her belly and tits. From the other stall, her father had a three-quarter view of one perky titty and a full view of her delectable ass.
Soapsuds foamed on her sleek flesh.
Peter lathered up his hand and began to very slowly frig his prick through his slippery palm.
He felt ashamed of himself for lusting for his daughter's nubile body, but his cock was jolting savagely, knowing no shame.
Bunny's face turned from side to side. As he caught a glimpse of her expression, Peter saw that her pretty face was twisted by emotions – emotions quite similar to those that were contorting his own features.
Her soapy hands kneaded her heavy tits and she pulled at her lathered nipples.
Then she slid a hand down her belly and cupped it over her curly cunt-mound. She squeezed. Her ass swiveled and her hips pumped.
Jeez – is she frigging off? her daddy wondered.
The thought that his sweet little daughter might be a finger-fucker shocked Peter – and thrilled him enormously. His lathered prick bucked vigorously in his fist at the other end of a visual, manual daisy chain.
Bunny moved one hand behind her and began to soap the cheeks of her ass. Then she ran the soap up through the crack between those shapely globes.
She bent forwards slightly, tits bobbling saucily. The cheeks of her ass spread and her fascinated father could see the tiny puckered bud of her shit-hole.
She bent farther and her legs spread.
Now Peter could gaze into her groin from behind – and saw that her cunt was open and spilling out a juicy flow. Ribbons of cunt-cream streaked the frothy soapsuds.
She rubbed her pussy from the front and her other hand played with her asshole, one finger gently nudging up into that narrow brown bud.
Peter was gasping and his cock was so ironhard now it was ringing like a gong. He could feel his cumbags inflating more with every slippery, sudsy hand stroke. Pre-cum juiced from his piss-hole and slimy threads of the gooey stuff traced a pattern in the soapy lather.
Bunny tilted her wrist and shoved three fingers up into her fuck-hole. As she slid them in and out, she whipped her thumb against her clit.
Her other hand was still working on her ass. She had dropped the bar of soap now and was inserting her middle finger up into her shitchute, wriggling it her back passage as she probed her pussy.
Cunt-cream flooded from her cunt and streamed down the insides of her wet thighs. She jerked and churned as she worked away with both hands.
Peter was almost fainting. Blood was rushing through his ears and through that pounding of his own blood he could hear his daughter moan and whimper.
He could have shot off at any second.
All he had to do was tighten his grip and give his tormented cock a few short, sharp strokes and his fuck-juice would have come squirting out instantly.
But he continued to skim his fist very slowly up and down his slippery stalk, wanting to hold back his own cumming until he had the pleasure of watching his sexy little daughter cream off on her hands.
She arched back, letting the shower spray bounce from her upthrust tits, then bowed forward again. Her thighs rippled with sinew as she hiked up and down, rising onto her toes, dropping back on her heels. Her loins were pumping in a steady fucking motion that, naturally, made her daddy wonder if he was a virgin, to whom the motion came instinctively – or if that hot, wet cunt had already been stuffed full of some young man's prick?
He pulled back to the hilt of his cock and gripped the throbbing base, afraid to risk even one more stroke. He was about ready to spray off like a shower, himself, washing the tiled walls with his foaming fuck-juice.
Cream, baby, he silently mouthed. "Let Daddy see you juice, you lovely little tart," he whispered.
From the frantic actions of her pelvis and the way that she was panting, Peter could tell that his daughter was surging to the creamy crest.
He tightened his grip, ready to give his cock the fast, culminating stroke that would shoot his spunk out as he saw her cunt-cum foam from her slot.
Then Jack walked in.