Guess Becka

"I guess Becka," I announce.

"Sara is my guess," Josh says.

Becka says, "Josh is right, Dan is wrong."

"Those were mine, Daddy," Penny says, a little breathlessly. I think I got her revved up manhandling her girls.

"Okay, Dan, take a drink," Josh says.

"Wait, that wasn't the game," I whine.

"Are you complaining?" Becka responds.

"No, no." A glass is placed in my hand and I drink a long guzzle of beer.

"Next!" shouts my sister.

Again I can hear some movement, and then hands take mine and place them on a pair of breasts. They are smaller than the last pair, so I'm thinking Sara, but I want to be sure, so I thoroughly fondle them, squeezing, weighing, pinching the nipples, and eliciting quiet moans from the owner of the boobs. I get a little shriek when I flick both nipples at the same time. About the same time I hear a gasp and moan from across the room. Must be Josh's gropee.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Gentlemen! Time!" shouts Becka.

"It's Sara," I say.

"It's Becka," Josh replies.

"This time Dan is right and Josh is wrong. It was Penny again," says Sara.

"You've got some nice tits, Penny," Josh says.

"Why, thank you, Uncle." Penny sounds appreciative, not disgusted. She also still has the breathless quality to her voice, still turned on.

"Josh!" I exclaim.

"Oh, come on, Dan. You felt her up too," Becka says admonishingly.

I can feel the blood of a blush in my face.

"Daddy's blushing," teases Penny.

"I say, "Your turn to drink, Josh."

I hear gurgling and a sigh of satisfaction from Josh. Then I hear whispering from the girls, and wonder what's going on.

"Okay, one last round," announces Becka.

Again there's movement and hands drawing mine up to a pair of boobs. Nice sized ones with very pokey nipples. It's gotta be Becka who's been causing trouble all night, so I give her an especially vigorous groping, squeezing hard and twisting her nipples. I get very appreciative moans and gasps. Then as a finale I lean down and suck her nipple, eliciting a loud gasp and a plaintive groan. I switch sides and flick my tongue on the other nipple. I hear a rising shriek and Becka's body quivers as she cums from my attention to her bosom.

As the alarm rings again, Becka closes with me and kisses me passionately, her tongue chasing mine all over my mouth. Her hand squeezes my johnson through my boxers, and I moan into the deep French kiss. Then she stops and steps back.

"That's Becka," I say.

"Penny."

"Both wrong."

I can hardly believe Becka's answer. Did Penny just give me a wild liplock and grope my junk? Did I give my daughter an orgasm groping her tits? I pull the blindfold off and see a blushing Penny standing in from of me topless, holding my beer out to me. Her fat, hard nipples are pointing straight at me. I look over and Becka is in front of Josh, completely naked, also with beer. The room air is filled with the musky scent of arousal.