Unspoken Pleasure

Austin leapt and tackled his older sister to the ground. He shoved her legs apart and dove between them without so much as a grunt. Apparently, Lexi didn't need her bedroom after all. Her brother was fine at eating pussy, not amazing, but it didn't matter. She was so worked up, he barely had to breathe on her for her body to respond. Pleasure lanced through Lexi's body like little lightning bolts with every lick. When the lithe brunette finally came, she screamed so loud it echoed off the tile. Her mother, the neighbors -- hell, the entire nation of Mozambique -- had to have heard. She didn't care.

After Lexi came, her clit was too sensitive for anything else. She slowly slid up on the rug, leaning back against the cold tile wall. Austin lay back against the bathroom door, looking blown. Which was an interesting and accurate choice of word, Lexi thought.

"That was..."

"Amazing?" Lexi asked.

"Yes. That."

Lexi saw the look of worry crease her brother's forehead. "So much for making progress," he said.

"We are," Lexi said, "We didn't fuck this time. That's a huge step."

Austin shook his head at his older sister and chortled. "Lexi, you know we can't."

"We can," Lexi said, "We did. Think about it. Three days ago, we would have murdered each other in that exercise room. Instead we did what we needed to and got out some frustration in a way that didn't hurt anyone. Is that such a bad thing?"

"No," Austin said, "But still."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"I know," Lexi said, "I'm horny, not stupid. But if it helps us be closer and we stay in control? Then it's not a problem to me anymore, it's a solution."

Austin nodded thoughtfully. "But we're not telling anyone, right?"

"Of course not," Lexi said. She stood up and grabbed a towel. For all her brother's moralizing, she saw him staring straight at her pussy. She gave him a light rap on the side off the head and walked out of the bathroom. Her legs were weak from running and sex now. Somehow that made Lexi feel even better than before.

*

After dinner, James got up and opened the freezer. "Hmmm," he said, "No ice cream. I'm really craving ice cream."

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Molly looked up at her father and smiled, "I could totally go for some cream," she agreed. "Ice cream, I mean."

"Me too," Austin said.

"Tell you what, let me run out and I'll bring back some for all of us," James said.

Molly jumped out of her chair, "I'll come with you, Daddy!" she said, practically clapping her hands with excitement. The young blonde looked back at the table and saw the rest of her family eyeing her oddly. Molly didn't care, she just flounced off after her father.

James' excuses for errands had been getting increasingly thin. First, they were going out for basic things like milk or dishwasher soap. Then it was a trip for all the things he'd forgotten on the first trip. Then he'd gone to get more of what he'd already gotten. One time, he took out a perfectly ripe peach, took one look, threw it in the trash, and declared all the fruit was rotten. It didn't matter -- once a day and sometimes twice, James would concoct an excuse to get in the car and go for a drive with his baby girl.

It was always the same routine, a quick drive (too long would be suspicious) for supplies. A stop at the nearby Fast Check where they inevitably grabbed some things they needed but forgot others. On the way home, they'd pull off on the side road and Molly would suck her Daddy off. Sometimes she'd reach down and diddle her little clitty while she sucked. Once, she came all her own just from sucking him. That was a surprise (and awesome!).

James kept his hand behind her head every time now and it turned Molly on to feel so much under his control. Like he was driving her, directing her, by holding her there. It seemed like his spend was thicker, fuller, each time they stopped for what they had officially named 'a little rest.' Every time, after Molly had gulped down her Daddy's seed, they smiled and congratulated each other for all the progress they were making. Then they drove home with no one the wiser. In fact, it seemed the sillier James' excuses were, the more the family seemed to ignore the both of them. They'd already gone out once that day (the milk had mysteriously gone bad one day after they'd bought it), so Molly assumed that was it. But now her Daddy was craving ice cream, and -- whaddayaknow? -- Molly could go for a treat, herself.

She practically skipped down the stairs to the garage. Her father was already waiting in the car when she climbed in.

"We'll go back to the convenience store," James said.

All Molly heard was I'm going to suck my Daddy's dick. The errand was incidental.

They drove through the suburbs on the 'innocent' leg of their grand tour. It was still Summer, so even though it was late, the sun was glowing over the horizon. The store was fairly full. Mostly people getting gas, but a few were shopping inside. Molly skipped right to the back of the store and opened the freezer door. She felt her nipples harden with the cold and giggled. That would give Daddy quite the shock when she stepped out.

Molly grabbed a couple of containers without looking closely at the flavors (if they got the wrong ones, they'd have to go out and get more, after all) and sauntered back to the register. The boy behind the counter was someone she knew from school, one of the meatheads who'd never bothered to look her way a few months before. Now he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He stared straight at her chest as she came over, like a horny deer in headlights. Like she was wearing hypnotizing pinwheel pasties. I could probably make him moo like a cow right now, Molly thought to herself and laughed.

Molly wasn't used to seeing herself as a sexual creature. Everything that had happened at the campsite, especially her father's attentions, had changed all that. Where before Molly saw herself as a flabby and plain girl-next-door, she now recognized a blooming, beautiful woman. The way her Daddy looked at her with that constant desire, that's how she saw herself. She glorified in that, in how other men reacted to her. And in the way that her Daddy made her his own. She felt kept, wanted. Fulfilled in a way that she never thought she'd experience.