Becka

"What!?!... No... I was just...," I protest as I spin and see my sister smiling at me.

"Don't worry Bro, I'm sure she's just hoping you'll 'catch' her." She makes a little thrusting motion with her hips as she says this.

"Becka! Why would you say that?" I grab her arm walking away from the doorway and pulling Becka with me, hoping we don't get caught ourselves. "I'm her Dad!" I glance back over towards Jo and Kenny, I still have a view of them through the door. Kenny looks like he's starting to find his rhythm.

"I know, that's kinda the point," I give her a skeptical look, "No really, you had moved out by then, but I used to always pull this sort of shit on Dad when I was about the same age."

"Are you serious?" I hear a grunt from Jo and look back over, Kenny is pounding her hard now, and I see Jo's hands tightly gripping the sides of the table, her head is turned this way now, but I think her eyes are closed.

Becka leans into my side, I feel her firm breasts against my arm. "Very serious, I remember one time I had some college guy I'd picked up giving it to me real good when Dad's silhouette showed up in the doorway. I'd been teasing Dad for weeks at this point, you know, skimpy outfits, 'forgotten' underwear, towel slips. I knew I'd almost hooked him. When he showed up in the doorway I wasn't sure what he was going to do and I just stared at him and he stared back at me as the college guy was fucking me for all he was worth." As she tells me this I'm watching Jo get drilled by Kenny, small cute little grunts coming out of her with every thrust now. "I just came so hard staring right into Daddy's eyes."

"Becka!" I'm shocked and maybe a bit too loud, Jo's head jerks in my direction.