Family Ties 2

Continuation from Family Ties. True story of growing up in a perverted family.

Family Ties 2
So, J and I climbed down the ladder from the treehouse. I went first as was still on the ladder when J started down. Since she was only wrapped in the blanket when I looked up, I had a clear view of her freshly fucked and still very wet slippery pussy above me. And to this day just the sight of a pretty wet pussy causes me to harden just as it did then. As you read from the first installment, I was too young to cum, but I definitely got hard and ready.
The blanket she was wrapped in had a huge wet spot on it now from her orgasm. But she kept it wrapped around her nonetheless as we made our way back to the house. Her in her wet blanket and me with my hard dick making a tent in my pajama pants.
We got to the kitchen door and opened it and slipped inside and got halfway across the room when the light suddenly came on. Mom was standing in the doorway leading to the hall in her robe. She looked us up and down, and said to J, I see you wet your blanket again, get to the bathroom and clean yourself up and put the blanket in the wash and be quiet, don’t wake the house. Come back when you finish and help make breakfast. J scooted around mom and disappeared into the dark hallway. I went to follow, but mom stated sternly, hold on young man, where do you think you’re going? I was standing there scared shitless with my pajamas tented. Mom looked me up and down, and I was wishing for the life of me that my dick would just go down, but instead it hardened more and began to throb as she looked at me. She would look at my face and then down to my tent and did so a couple of times. Then her look softened a bit and spoke. You need to be careful if you are going to be sneaking out of the house with your sisters in the middle of the night. If your dad caught you, you would get a whipping. From the looks of things, you are the reason your dad was upset last night. When you were playing possum and pretending to be asleep but watched your daddy try to make J his. But someone had beaten him to it.
But that is a conversation or another time. There are some clean clothes in the washroom, go get cleaned up in there and wash up everywhere, and looked down at my tent and said and I mean everywhere, use soap because I can smell you from here and use cold water, it will help with the swelling. I just hope you’re not dangerous yet. I quickly turned and did as I was told.
I thought about what she had said everything she said. It seemed that she wasn’t mad at me but didn’t want my dad to know. But only time would tell.
After cleaning up I returned to the kitchen and mom sent me to go collect eggs from the chicken coop for breakfast. When I came back with the eggs my sisters were beginning to come into the kitchen for breakfast. My oldest sister E was bringing my brother A to the table in his wheelchair. As usual he had the blanket over his lap and tiny deformed legs. She rolled him up to the table beside her seat as usual. My other sisters were helping Mom get the table set with and were all talking, then my dad entered the room, and everyone went silent except mom who directed the girls to place things on the table. Breakfast was quiet, and when everyone finished eating, we were excused to go do our chores. I had gotten dressed in the washroom and had put my shoes on without socks so a few minutes into feeding the horses my shoes were beginning to rub blisters, so I decide to go get some from my bedroom. I went quietly into the back door by the washroom so I could sneak in with being seen as to not get in trouble. Once dismissed to do our chores we were not to return until we were finished. I could hear my mom and dad in the kitchen still, and they were talking about J. He was trying to figure out who had taken her. My mom was saying that she may have done it on her own accidentally, saying you know how active she is, she’s a tomboy and will try to do anything. I slipped down the hall to my bedroom and slipped inside. I quietly got my socks and sat down on the floor to put them on when I heard a grunting noise coming from dad’s bathroom.
I quietly got up and looked in to see E naked squatting over my brother A’s wheelchair. It was her responsibility to bath him and be his caregiver. He was the one grunting as she bounced in his lap. He was naked and the blanket was gone, and his dick was buried in E. And when she rose up, and I saw it coming out, it was huge. She was spread open, her pink lips wrapped his thick shaft and her black bush seemed to make them glow. She was bouncing slowly taking him all the way in and sliding up to where I could see the tendon on the bottom of his glans and right back down, when she hit bottom, he would grunt. His dick was fat and about a foot long, almost bigger than his tiny legs, and as she rocked, I could hear the wet sucking sound her pussy made. I moved a little an E saw me, she looked me straight in the eyes tried to reach for the door, I guess A thought she was getting up and wrapped both arms around her and held her on his dick and began to try to make her hips moving again. She just looked at me and began to work her hips again, but faster now. A had a death grip on her and was grunting and I could see his huge dick getting bigger. E sat back hard and took him to the balls and ground her pussy on him. I saw his balls pull up tight to his shaft and he grunted, and this time so did E, she rose up and jammed herself down again and they both grunted, and his balls jerked up again. When she rose again, I could see his cum squeeze out around his shaft. She never took her eyes off me the whole time. He released his hold on her hips and she rose up and his spent dick slipped from her. His cum dripped from her still open hole as she got to her feet and slowly shut the door while never taking her eyes off mine. I slipped back to the barn as fast as I could go.
My blood was pumping in my ears, and my dick was painfully hard in my pants. Thankfully there was a water hose in the barn near the horse stalls. I had already given them their grain so next was to water. I decided to try letting the cold water run over my dick to see if it would help the swelling go down as it had earlier that morning. So, I got the hose and turned on the spigot. Pulled the hose over to the first stall, undid my pants and my hard dick sprang free. I held the hose and directed the flow of cols well water down the shaft and over the swollen head of my dick so the water would still go into the trough.
The cold well water was a shock and actually stung. But my swollen head began to deflate. I took a breath and sighed. As I relaxed, I heard a voice. And what do you think you are doing peeing in the horse trough? I turned my head to see my 14 yr. old sister C in one of the empty stalls watching me. She said I am going to tell daddy that you are peeing in the horse water, and he is going to give you a whipping.
I panicked and splashed the water everywhere trying to put my dick away. It had only begun to soften but was still mostly stiff. I told C, no please, I was not peeing. My thing was hurting, and mom told me to use cold water to help. I was just running water over it. C’s expression changed to surprise that I just blurted that out. She came out of the stall and turned off the spigot and said let me see. I held up the hose, and she said no dummy, not the water, your thing. So, I unbuttoned the only button holding my pants up and out popped my still mostly erect dick for her to see. She looked at it, walked over and took it in her hand and squeezed it. She said yes, it is swollen. How long? And I said honestly several days. She looked at me and said days? And I said yeah mostly. She said why don’t you just wank it off and be done with it. I said what do you mean wank it off? I have to have it to pee with and it would definitely hurt more. She laughed and said wank is not the same as yank. She reached out and tugged it a few strokes and said that is wank. I said oh, well I wank it all the time, but it just gets harder. She said so you squirt your stuff, and it stays like that? I said no, I don’t squirt any stuff like dad, and I don’t think I can. I haven’t yet anyway. C squeezed me again and said what do you mean like dad? I knew I had said something I shouldn’t have. C said again, what do you mean like dad. Tell me now or I will hold you down and spit in your face. This was something she knew I hated she had always held me down on my back and would drop a mouthful of spit down almost to my face the slurp it back up at the last second.
I still didn’t say anything, so she wrestled me into the empty stall and pushed me back on the hay, jumped on my chest and held my arms down and began her game of making spit. The older girls mostly wore dresses and C had on one. As she sat on my chest, I felt her hot crotch on my chest through my t shirt.
She said tell me… and I kept my mouth shut, because if I said anything she would know I saw dad cum and she would want to know more. She was too high to drop the spit like she usually did so she pushes herself down my chest and raised my hands over my head. By doing so she pushed her butt back against my still naked dick that was still pointed straight at the roof of the barn. It was between her butt cheeks against her panties. My sister C as I said in the first part of this story was built to fuck. She was just less than 5 ft. as an adult, but her figure was amazing. She was very athletic, so she was short and stacked.
As she struggled with my arms and trying to keep the upper hand, my dick was being squeezed and rubbed by her butt. I was getting tired of fighting. So, I stopped and lay still. I just gave in, she sat on my stomach with my throbbing dick wedged behind her. She relaxed a bit and without a word raised her butt and let go of one of my hands. She reached down between us and pulled her panties to the side and slid back down. My dick slipped between her lips, and she was hot and wet. She took me all the way inside on the second slip. She said you saw me do this to daddy didn’t you. I nodded and said I was sorry. She said it was ok, but do you want me to stop< And I said it feels good. She said it better than wanking and smiled. She began to do things with her hips I didn’t know were possible, she seemed to rock in every direction at once. I wasn’t bouncing hard but rolling gently. Her pussy felt like it was playing a flute on the shaft of my dick, and ever so few strokes it felt like a mouth would drop down and suck on my throbbing swollen head. Then she stiffened and the mouth in her pussy dropped and sucked and squeezed. She stayed still for a few minutes, my dick was still hard and still firmly nestled in her. She raised up on her elbows and looked at me, smiled and said, you’re going to be fun, it’s still hard. Daddy would be soft now and I’d have to go clean up the mess.
She said don’t move, and then rose up off me letting my dick slip out. She pulled her panties off and got back on top of me. She pulled her dress up and let me watch my dick slip between her folds and began her ride again. The neckline of her dress was elastic, so she pulled it down below her tits. Her tits were full and firm, about the size of a grapefruit, her nipples were much more defined than J’s. C’s were pink with a darker areola where J’s were very pale, almost no difference in skin tone. C rode my dick and held her tits in front of me to suck her nipples. Her tits were firm yet soft, and on her tiny body huge.
They rose and fell with her ride. This was a view I would grow to love.
She spent quite a while riding my dick that first day. She loved that she could cum and just keeps going. Dad apparently according to her was a single shot. As soon as she came, it would cause him to and then it was done. And he was ready to go to sleep. She never asked me if I had seen anything else in dads’ bed at night, so I didn’t mention it.

Part 3 will follow if you like.

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