It's your dad

-What have you done?- He bawls furious, grabbing your wrist so hard it hurts. What's going on? He knows? How?

-D-Dad leave me please!- You plead, but instead he becomes even more purple.

-Fucking bitch, don't play with me!-.

You panic. Even if he has lowered his voice in order not to be heard by others, he is still a huge man angry at you while you are now a fragile, helpless girl. You feel your knees tremble and tears weep out of your eyes. At that moment, he hesitates and his grip loses strength, so you free yourself and run away without thinking twice.

-Wait!-.

Oh no, he's following you! Where to go? In your room? No, there's still your body. Kim's? But you'll be trapped there! Stairs are closer, so you rush down aiming for the front door, but when you're in the living room a pair of huge hands seize you around your waist and harshly throw you on the sofa.

You roll around, your father's figure towering upon you. Your shapely breasts bulge rhythmically to the pace of your frantic breath as you squeeze your fingers on the pillow, looking for any grip. Hearing feminine whines come out of your mouth almost distracts you from fear.

-Explain, now! Why are you in my body? What have you done to me?-.

You light up your eyes in realization.

-K-Kim? Is that you in here? I'm, I'm your brother don't hurt me please!-.

-Tom?- Your dad is shocked. Seeing him like this gives you the courage to try another escape, but he instantly recovers and throws himself over you, caging you and holding your arms. Squirming is useless, he's too much stronger than you, and now his manly face is inches from yours.

Then, he's waving again. Why? What... what is... his eyes keep sliding down, as if they are attracted to-

Oh God.

You cautiously look down, past your generous blossom, in between his legs. The stiffness of his boxers leaves no doubt.

"Oh Christ! Jesus Christ!".

You now know how to get out. You just need to... to keep him distracted. Your father. Oh Lord, you have to seduce your father!

-You're a perv!- He yells with an uncharacteristic high-pinched tone. But you hear the desire in his voice. You shake your arms until you manage to put his hand on your left boob, then you look at him with the most sensual expression you come to mind, trying to mimic all those pornstars you've always watched doing so.

"Please fall for it, please fall for it!".

-Please... let me go... sis...-.

For a moment, you think you've made it. All his strength turns off. You hardly raise a corner of your mouth in subdued triumph.

Then he clings to you, squashing you on the sofa and pressing his mouth on yours. You open your eyes wide. Your cries of protest are little more than squeaks. Once again, wiggling is useless, indeed it just makes him press harder. Kiss... kiss harder. With the **** of his jaw alone he can get your mouth open, and you find yourself with a big slimy worm mashed on your palate. It moves circularly, licking your cheeks, your teeth, your t...tongue. It's a tongue, it's his tongue.

"No, no, this can't be true! This is... this is...".

A muffled moan reverberates in the air, loaded with lust as much as a hardcore movie. But it hasn't come from his mouth. It came from yours. Your hands, free from his, instead of pushing him away encircle his neck and hug him harder. You should be disgusted. You should be throwing up. But a distant thought resounds in your mind instead.

"He's such a mature man. He knows how to please me. I want him. I need him.".

His ravenous hands ravage your breasts, a brutality totally different from your much more sophisticated and gentle touch. If yours was a Ferrari, this is a train of pleasure. You slide your hands down his toned back, feeling his muscles contract and stretch according to his actions. Your mouths separate and let you breathe on each other.

-This is wrong...- He mutters.

-I know.-.

You also know he won't stop. You remove your top, exposing your babies to his vision, two plump globes of flesh culminating into a pair of pointed, pink nipples. His pants seem about to explode and he takes them off, finally revealing his **** manhood. You feel, again, submitted to such virility. You lay down on your back, looking at him with puppy eyes. His thick dick presses on your slit, your wet panties being the sole barrier in the between. And already like this, you feel better than at the height of masturbation.

-Fuck me. Fuck me hard please.-.

Then your pussy is revealed to the world and...

-OHH!!!-.

It's the most fulfilling, the most intense sensation you've ever felt in your entire life, it is like finding yourself incomplete and being finally filled roughly, overwhelmingly! And then, ahh, then that piece is taken back from you but it feels good too since you know, ugh!!!, you know it will come back and give you, oww~~~, that sensation again and again, and again and again until you lose your h-ahh-head-AHHH!!!

Fapping, groaning, moaning, it's all music to your ears, the music of your sexy, luscious body. You lock your legs behind his back and twitch your nipples with your digits, you don't even know why, you just have to experience them too. It's not fair, you think, not fair that hitherto you have been forbidden such pleasure.

-T-Turn me ba-ack!- You beg, failing to coordinate your mandible. You are rolled on yourself and you clasp to the armrest, while your dad grips your buttcheeks and plows you doggystyle. If possible, it feels even better than before.

You have to bite your lip as not to wake up anyone upstairs. But what if they do? The mere thought of your mother or your sister seeing you like this makes you shiver with excitement. This is so wrong, so taboo; you could never find a reasonable explanation for this. And that's why you're loving it.

Your father crawls up to you, you rotate your head and kiss him once again, this time fully embracing the sensation from the beginning. This once, however, it's also the coronation of a more profound binding that interweaves your souls, passing by your neither regions. His rough hands itch on your smooth skin, like a craftsman on a clay pot.

-Oh yeah! Oh it feels so good!-.

You keep going for some minutes, then he distends you and puts himself on your back. You facilitate his penetration by raising your m-shaped leg. Your mounds bounce with every thrust, soft like jelly.

"It's my father! Oh my God, my father is fucking the brain out of me and I love it!!!".

He helps you with your leg and you take advantage of it to look down, where his rod magically disappears inside your body. It's inside, you sense it, you sense the walls of your pussy stretch to let it sink, something you never even dreamed of in your most delusional dream. You have no idea how women don't fuck all the time.

-I want to stay on top!- You say it all in one go. Your desire is an order for him, who lifts you like a leaf and makes you sit on his lap. Now his cock is so deep inside that you can barely perceive it as something extraneous. You mash your buttcheeks, feeling your labia massage his throbbing shaft. If you could see your face, it would be a mask of joy and lust that would make you climax instantly.

Wait, did you just say "throbbing"?

You know what it means, he's almost there, he can't last too long. His growing **** groans confirm it. But you're ready too. You turn around one last time, a smug grin on your face. You wait for a moment...

...and then you lower down, this pumping being the drop that breaks the camel's back. A sticky, warm fluid erupts inside your pussy, while behind you your father gasps like the sucking of a sink. However, you can't really hear that since you feel an explosion of your inner parts as result, and your mind blanks for the pleasure. The only reason you don't cry a scream that wakes everyone up is the lack of voice in your throat, which emits only a sharp breath.

You stay like this for minutes, maybe half an hour, then you lift up and his penis bounces on the pillow. As you rub his hairy thigh with your cunt, you leave a cum stain and squirt, and then you sit on the other end of the sofa. You're both panting heavily, looking at each other with shining eyes. The knowledge of what just happened inebriates you so much that she doesn't seem angry anymore, neither you're scared.

-Kim... I... it was...-.

-Ye...Yeah...- It comes her gruff voice. You rest your head on the pillow just for a second, completely worn out from the unexpected and intense events that have happened this evening. You close your eyes and, when you reopen them, it's morning.