Sister’s Wedding: Sylvia’s final fling with brother & dad before her wedding

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“Show me,” she says. “Show me how much you love me, Daddy.” She’s smiling at him over her shoulder. Frank rubs his hard cock against her pussy lips a couple of times and then drives it home, pushing Sylvia’s head against the wall. Gripping her soapy hips with his hands, he pounds into her like a jackhammer. Sylvia uses the wall for leverage and pushes back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Leaving one hand on the wall, she slips her other hand between her legs, manipulating her clit, while her daddy’s massive cock mercilessly assaults her pussy.

“This… is… how… much… I… love… you!” Frank pants, speaking each word on the forward thrust of his cock. On the final word, he slams it home and holds it there, spewing his hot cum deep inside her hot, young pussy. Probably for the last time, he thinks.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming too, Daddy!” Sylvia clamps her pussy tightly around her daddy’s mammoth cock as he empties his balls into her. Balancing herself against the wall, her final orgasm of the day blasts through her, shaking her body and weakening her knees. Her daddy’s grip on her hips, and her hands on the wall, is all that’s holding her up.

They’re unusually quiet as they towel each other off. Then as if choreographed, they both drop their towels at the same time and enfold each other in a tight embrace. Standing naked in the bathroom with their arms wrapped securely around each other, they kiss passionately, tears streaming down their cheeks.

“I love you, Daddy!” Sylvia sobs.

“I love you more,” Frank manages to choke out, recalling how they used to playfully argue who loved each other more when she was a little girl.

*****

Randy can’t wait to get home to see if his idea worked. Before he left for school, he hid a portable cassette recorder under his dad’s bed. He used a two-hour tape and set it to maximum record length, which should have given him four hours of recording. He only hopes that his dad and sister continued their little rendezvous in his dad’s bedroom and not Sylvia’s.

“Hey,” he says, walking into the house. Sylvia and Dad are watching TV. “How was your day?” he asks innocently.

“Great,” they both answer, not looking at each other or him.

“Good,” he says. “I’m going to change and do my homework,” he calls back over his shoulder as he heads down the hall. Checking to see that they aren’t watching, he ducks into his dad’s room and snatches his tape recorder from under the bed.

Back in his own room, he rewinds to the start of the tape. It’s pretty muffled at first and then gets clearer. Fast-forwarding, he hears Sylvia cry out for Dad to fuck her hard. That’s all he needs. He scans through the entire tape, selecting the most compromising passages. He connects his recorder to his computer and converts key excerpts from the tape into digital wave files on his hard drive. After burning an audio CD of the most incriminating parts, he waits for the right time to execute the next part of his plan. Listening to his sister and dad fuck was really hot and his cock is aching for a chance to fuck his sister.

Sylvia has had an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally. She and her daddy were able to maintain normal conversation with her mom and brother all through dinner, talking about the wedding, Chris’s arrival the next day and the success of her mom’s trip. Not long after dinner, she excused herself and went to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, with conflicting emotions running through her brain, she barely heard her brother’s knock on her door.

“Hey Sis,” Randy says, opening the door and entering his sister’s bedroom. She’s lying on her bed on her stomach and his cock stirs at the sight of her firm ass inside her skintight jeans.

“What do you want?” Sylvia asks, turning on her side and flashing an annoyed look at her brother.

“Not much, Sis,” he answers, sitting on the edge of her bed with a portable CD player in his hand. “Just a little bit of what you’re giving Dad,” he smiles.

“What are you talking about?” she says, sitting up quickly and starring into his eyes. Sylvia is flustered; she doesn’t want this conversation to be happening.

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