"Ooooo, Daddy," Trish whined, grinding her pussy hotly around the stiff impalement of his cock, "I need this so bad… Fuck me, Daddy, fuck meee… ”
"Yes, baby, yes," Foster crooned, starting to move his cock in her. "Anything my little girl wants… ”
Lita crouched there, shocked yet powerfully aroused, and watched Foster Barton fuck his own daughter. The slim stiff pale prick worked-steadily in and out of the nipping swollen pink cunt lips, fast and hard and deep, while father and daughter in moaned and panted. Trish began to come quite soon, howling as she ground her greedy twat around his jerking cock.
"Eeeee," she shrieked, "you're making me come, Daddeee… ”
Foster moaned and managed to ball her stiffly into yet another screeching climax before he finally came, too. He whined and jerked his slim cock briskly as he shot his steamy load into his teenage daughter's womb. Trish expertly tightened her cunt to keep him inside her while he came.
"Honey," he whined, "my little girl…Ahhhhhh… ”
When it was over, Trish giggled and slipped off his lap, her slim thighs soaked with their combined juices.
"Oh, wow," she chuckled, "I sure needed that.”
Foster laughed, too. "Now maybe you can forget Richard," he said.
"Richard who?" laughed Trish.
Foster chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the ass. As he put on his pajama bottoms, he said, "I'd better get to work now. You behave yourself, young lady.”
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, returning to her normal voice, "don't be so square.”
Foster laughed and headed for the door. Lita moved quickly, ducking into the nearest alcove. Foster Barton breezed past her, all business now, heading for his library with his personal ticker tape machine and dozen telephones. He'd spend the day there, wheeling and dealing, making even more money.
Lita wondered what the world would think if the news got out that famous millionaire Foster Barton fucked his own daughter. Or that his beautiful blonde second wife was balling his son. People might be shocked, but there'd be nothing they could do about it. Like Foster himself said, with his money, he didn't have to please anybody. He could do anything he damn well pleased.
Lita sighed and started to step out of the alcove, then ducked back in again as she heard someone coming down the hall. Tony Barton, moving along briskly in jeans and t-shirt, knocked at Trish's bedroom door.
"Sis?" he called. "Hey, Sis, you awake?”
"Umm-hmm," Trish replied lazily.
Tony went in and shut the door, and Lita hurried to take her place at the keyhole. She wanted to see how Tony reacted when he found his sister lying naked on her bed-because that was the way Foster had left her. Sure enough, Trish hadn't changed position. She lay on her back, without a stitch of clothing, her legs slightly parted. Her brother could see her firm pointed little tits, her small dainty brown muff, and the wet pink flesh of her pussy.
Tony gave her a casual glance as he walked over to the bed, not in the least surprised or embarrassed. Trish didn't blush or try to cover herself. Obviously brother and sister had seen each other naked many times before. It figured, Lita thought. In this strange family anything might happen…
"I'm bored shitless," Tony said to his sister as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I was thinking about organizing a beach party, getting some dope. You wanta come along and bring some friends?”
Trish stretched, yawned, and sighed. She bent one knee, further exposing her lovely pink slit, still wet with her father's come. "Oh, I don't know, big brother," she said lazily. "I don't even feel like moving. I thought maybe we could have some fun right here at home.”
Tony looked knowingly at her. "Jesus," he said, "don't you ever get enough? You just balled Dad, didn't you? I saw him come out of your room.”
"Uh-huh," Trish said, "but that was just for openers, as far as I'm concerned, I'm really horny today, Tony.”
"Well, I just finished balling Carol," he said, "so you're out of luck. Come on, Trish, get your butt in gear and let's go to the beach.”
"Don't be so mean," Trish said, pouting. "Help me out… " She reached over and laid her hand on her brother's crotch, teasingly rubbing his limp cock.
"Oh, wow,” Tony said, his tone a mixture of awe and impatience. "I dunno, Trish, sometimes I think Dad raised us wrong. Sex really shouldn't take up so much of our time.”
"Why not?" said Trish. "There isn't anything that's more fun. Anyhow, I'm glad Daddy raised us, like he did. No inhibitions, no hangups.”
"Yeah, but he started us awful young," said Tony. "Shit, you were only twelve, and I was fifteen. It was kind of a groove, I guess, but other people would be pretty upset if they found out."
Trish giggled, "Yeah, I guess they would. But it was exciting, wasn't it, Tony? I mean, the way Daddy came to us that day and said it was okay if we fucked each other… ”
"Yeah," Tony said dryly, "only he took your cherry for himself. That always pissed me off. I wanted to be the one to do it.”
Brother and sister went on chatting about their bizarre introduction to sex, while Lita reeled with shock. What kind of father was Foster Barton, anyhow, letting his own son and daughter make love? Taking his own daughter's virginity? He sure as hell liked to keep things in the family…
"Well, I'll tell you something," Trish said. "You're a lot better lay than Daddy.”
Tony grinned. "Carol thinks so, too," he said.
Trish scowled. "That damned Carol," she said, "I wish he'd never met her. Before she came along, I had both of you to myself. Now she's wrecking my scene. Like this morning-she got to you first. And I want you, Tony, I want you real bad…”
"Oh, Christ," he said impatiently, "you're always, horny, Sis. Why don't you call Willie?”
“No," Trish pouted, "I want you, Tony… "
She seized her brother from behind and pulled him down on the bed. Tony gave a snort of impatience and tried to break her hold, but Trish grimly held on, forcing him down on his back. She quickly leaped up to straddle him, small pointed tits bouncing. She sat on his upper legs and starting to unzip his jeans.
"Hey, come on now, dammit," Tony said. "I wanta get this beach party organized.”
"Five minutes," Trish said eagerly. "Just give me five minutes, Tony. If I don't get you turned on by then, you can leave.”
Tony sighed and lay back on the pillows. "Oh, all right," he said, but you're gonna be disappointed. I had my fuck for the day. Like I said, sex takes up too much of my time. I wanta go see some friends.”
Trish only grinned at her angry brother. She had her five minutes, and she worked quickly to make the most of it. She unzipped Tony's jeans and drew them off. Typically, he wasn't wearing shorts. His limp cock rested drowsily on his thigh, soft and small and wrinkled. Trish eyed it hungrily as she pulled off his t-shirt.
Naked, the brother and sister made a handsome couple, Lita had to admit. Both were tall and slim and tan, both were young and healthy and fit. The scene wasn't exactly wholesome, though. Their features were so alike, anyone could tell they were brother and sister. And the sister slipped her hand under the brother's limp wrinkled balls…
"Doesn't that feel nice, Tony?" Trish purred.
"Yeah, I suppose," Tony said sullenly.
His sister held his slack red nut sacs in her little hand, gently and rhythmically squeezing them. Tony only sighed impatiently. Then Trish took him by surprise, suddenly diving for his crotch. Lita saw the girl press her lips to his wrinkled rosy balls, saw her mouth open. Lita's eyes widened. She'd just learned another new trick. She hadn't known you could suck a guy's balls…
"Hey-Awwwww," Tony yelped.
Somehow Trish managed to get her small mouth open wide enough to suck both fat red sacs inside. Tony lurched and moaned as his kid sister sucked his tender balls into her scorching wet mouth and began to suck greedily on them. She made a lewd wet slurping noise. Her dark head bobbed over her brother's crotch.