Karen & Her Brother Ch. 06

Dear Reader, this will be the last episode of this story. If you just tuned in: although this is a part six in a series, you can easily read just this installment without reading the other chapters because there is some recap at the beginning.

By the way, I love to hear your feedback on the content of the story (as long as it contains more than just: "she is a whore, you are a wimp" or something like that – people: it's fiction for F-sake). I am happy to hear from you, because that's why I write these things anyway.

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Fuck-Fest Finale: 2 Sisters, 1 Brother, Their Dad & 1 Boyfriend

I was flying high above Europe. Only an hour before my plane would land on Schiphol Amsterdam Airport. Finally home after being away for more than six weeks. But it had been worth it: I made a few bucks shooting an interesting film, getting laid most of the nights, fucking with the beautiful Dawn. God, my cock missed her already, although it only had been a few hours. We had said our goodbyes at the airport. Dawn was flying to New York, back home where she would see her best friend getting wed to some stockbroker. Although we had fooled around before while working together, this time it felt different. Dawn and I had spent a lot of time together, in bed and out of bed, and we really got to know each other. I must admit, I really liked the chick. But then, there was my girlfriend Karen back home.

Now Karen, she is something all right. While I was shooting film and shooting sperm into Dawn, Karen was having fun with her sister and brother. She had been fucking with her brother Peter before and once I even joined them. Later she had some lesbian sex with her sister and on one occasion she watched her dad getting a blowjob from the housekeeper. His wife had filed for divorce, so that was definitely the end of their marriage. Karen's mum was staying at her sister's in Paris and I guess she was there to stay. Stuff like this went through my mind while I took another glass of champagne. I was flying first class, feeling relaxed and enjoying the sight of the nice looking stewardesses around me.

I decided that when I got home, Karen and I would have to talk. I wasn't sure if I should tell her about Dawn. I wasn't sure about Dawn and me, just as I wasn't sure about Karen and me anymore. I knew I would make up my mind soon, and that I had to choose between Karen and Dawn: basically choose between two lifestyles. All those thoughts were pushed aside when the plain landed and Karen greeted me at the airport. We hugged and kissed each other. It was great to feel her nice body against me after all that time. I had really missed her.

We drove to downtown Amsterdam, to my apartment. As soon as we got in the place Karen got on her knees in front of me, unzipped my fly and took out my cock. It was semi-erect, but after she took my head between her nice lips and started to suck, it became hard and grew to its regular 8-inches. While her head bobbed up and down, sucking on my member, her bright green eyes were looking at me. Her face was glowing with anticipation. I stroke her long red hairs, enjoying everything in that moment.

She took out my cock, and licked the shaft. She moved her tongue from the tip of my cock head to my balls, cupping and teasing my balls in her hands. "Hmmm, you taste very salty today babe," she moaned.

"Must be, I've been sweating a lot. Being in the plane and all."

Her tongue moved passed my balls towards my asshole. The tip of her tongue barely touched my little hole, sending shivers down my spine. "Hmmm, your ass tastes salty too... love it," she said. I had a hard time standing up, since my senses were going nuts, not to mention that my legs were stuck in my trouser legs, not making it easy to stay up. I started to fall down, and grabbed the coat-rack on the wall. I couldn't hold on and fell on my ass. Karen laughed. Here I was lying on the carpet, my trousers down to my ankles, my cock standing up like a flag post.

"Come on, let's get you out of these clothes," Karen smiled. I went into the bedroom and undressed. My clothes were sticky from travelling. Karen was in de living room, making some tea when I stepped in the room, bare-naked.

She looked at me approvingly. "I like what I see."

"I am going to take a quick shower, honey," I said while kissing her cheek.

The water felt great, like it washed away all my sins. But of course it didn't. Although I loved having Karen around again, I couldn't stop thinking about Dawn's lovely body and the fun we had had. When I stepped out of the shower, my cock was already hard thinking about it. I walked into my bedroom: Karen sat on the bed against the wall. Her legs spread wide, two fingers dipping in her wet pussy. "Ah, there you are. Throw away that towel and fuck my cunt honey. Quickly!" she said.

I jumped between her legs, but instead of shoving my dick inside her wet slit, I decided to suck on her clit first. So I lowered my mouth towards her little thingy and kissed it softly. I pulled up the little hood above, exposing her love butt. "Hmmmm, that feels nice," she moaned. My tongue swirled around her clit, touching it lightly. My fingers opened her outer lips, and then I let my tongue slide from her clit to her wet hole, barely touching her inside. "Hmm, more honey. Suck me, more!" Karen pleaded.

Her cunt tasted fresh and juicy – like it was just washed. I loved the taste of her juice, it is one of the best pussies I've ever licked.

Karen had shaved herself thoroughly, leaving only a landing strip of hair above her cunt. She kept her red hair cut short. I moved my tongue into her cunt, fucking her with it. Swirling my tongue around her wet snatch. Meanwhile, I pressed my index finger against her asshole. I didn't put it in, just gave some pressure against it. I moved my finger against her sphincter and then let go again. I repeated this a couple of times.

"Ooh, baby. I missed you. Missed you so much. Suck me, make me cum....oooh aaah, yeah make me cummmmm!" Juices started to flow from her pussy, drenching my mouth in her nectar. It was dripping from her cunt to her ass, covering her cheeks also. She released a lot of juice when she came this time. Because her asshole got wet, I could push my index finger in her without any trouble. I pushed it in halfway, and retracted it again, only to repeat the movement. I pushed a bit harder until my finger was up to the first knuckle inside her ass. I bit her clit while I did this, causing another climax raging through her body. Karen patted me on the head.

"Please, Robert. I can't wait any more. Fuck me. Fill me up with that fat cock of yours." She almost pulled me up by my hair. I decided to give her what she wanted. I moved up, touching her breasts with my nipples. I looked deep into her eyes, not letting go of this sight while I pressed my hard cock into her cunt. It sunk in like she was made of butter. Slowly I sunk in

deeper. No, as a matter of fact, her pussy-lips just sucked me into her. When my balls hit her ass, I knew I couldn't go any further. I just held still that way, kissing her mouth furiously.

I felt the walls of her pussy all around my cock – one of the greatest sensations in the world. She was so fucking hot and wet, I wanted to stay inside her forever.

I just held my cock inside her, not moving my body. Her pussy walls started to milk my cock. It was sensational. She built up the pressure, until I couldn't hold it any more. I started to retract my cock from her pussy, pushing it back in before my head left her lips. I couldn't help myself and started to pound into her like a madman. Her tits were shaking. Karen was screaming at the top of her lungs. Then I came. I exploded spasmodically, my whole body was shaking. Hot torrents of cum shot inside her cunt, inside her womb – her womanhood. Karen held me tight, hugging me. Our sweaty bodies sticking together, like they were melted into one body. I lay my head on her breasts. She fondled my hairs, while her breathing slowed down to a steady pace.

She was the first one to speak: "Wow. You might wanna stay longer away the next time. If it means we'll fuck like this."

"Hm, yeah, it was rather wonderful, babe," I replied. My cock was still in her pussy, but I could feel my little Hulk turning into Bruce Banner again. When I took it out, a nice slush sound came from her pussy. Karen scooped up some of the cum inside her and licked her finger. "Still top quality sperm."

I smiled. Karen got up. "Just stay here, I get you some tea."

While she walked in the hallway she yelled: "You really came a lot, it is dripping down my legs. I'll just get some toilet paper, hold on."

When she came back, she had cleaned her pussy a bit. We drank our tea on the bed, enjoying looking at each other's body.

We chitchatted about stuff, but after tea a serious look came upon her face. She put the empty cups on the ground and sat opposite of me. Her hand started to stroke my now limp cock, getting it ready for action in no time.

"Robert, I've got to tell you something. I hadn't told you on the phone, because I wanted to tell you in person. Please, don't judge before you hear me out okay?"

I had heard that one before, but okay. What the heck. Karen started to tell me her story: This happened a few weeks ago, she said.

Her dad walked up the stairs, heading for Karen's room. She wasn't in. Her clothes lay scattered over the floor. "Karen?" he yelled.

"I am in the bathroom, dad."

Her dad stepped into the bathroom, which was near her room. Karen was sitting on the edge of the bath, cutting her toenails. She only wore panties since she just had a shower.

"Dad, I am not dressed!" said a startled Karen.

"You promised that you would give me a backrub. My shoulders and back are hurting like hell again."

"Can't that just wait a minute?"

"Honey, it really hurts. And a short backrub will make it go away. Come on, your mother usually does this, but since she isn't here. And Anne is having a day off so... Don't bother getting dressed. I've seen your tits before. I made you, remember?" he said while walking across the hallway to his room expecting Karen to follow him that instant. He left the door open en lay down on the bed. "Are you coming or what?"

Karen sighed. Her dad was a man without patience. Might as well get over there or he would be wining all night. Karen went from the bathroom to her room, looking around for a shirt to wear, because she didn't feel quite comfortable being topless while she massaged her father. She settled for a tank top that lay on the floor. She didn't wear a bra. Oh what the heck, she thought. It was her dad.

She went to her parent's room and saw her father lying on his stomach, waiting for her to rub his shoulders and back. He was only wearing his underwear. A pot of massage oil stood on the nightstand. Karen bent over to take some, her breasts only a few feet away from her dads face. Although he didn't seem to care. Karen rubbed the oil in her hands, sat down on the bed next to her dad and started to rub his shoulders softly.

"Do it harder, hon. I can hardly feel it."

"Alright you old whiner", she thought, and started to press harder.

"Ooh, yeah, that feels absolutely marvellous. I can feel the pain slip away right now." Karen massaged him for a while, but found she had a hard time reaching the shoulder on the opposite end without brushing her breasts against his back.

"What is it, Karen?" her dad wanted to know.

"Can't reach the other side."

"Just sit down on my back. That's what your mother always does," he said with a schmuck smile on his lips.

Karen sighed and got on top of him. Her ass on his lower back; her feet on both sides of his body. She resumed rubbing his shoulders.

"Yeah, that feels great. A little lower please..."

Karen massaged his whole back, which took her about fifteen minutes or so. She was very thorough and her dad was a demanding man. She admired her father's back. It was very muscular. Her daddy didn't look that bad at fifty, she thought. At a certain point she reached his lower back.

"A little lower please, but don't get any massage oil on my briefs. It stains like hell, and is difficult to wash out."

Karen tried to push the briefs down a little bit, but couldn't because she would stain the fabric with her oiled hands. "Help me, dad," she said.

Her dad took the sides of his briefs, and pulled them down further than Karen had anticipated. They were below his ass now and she could see her father's hairy crack in all its glory. She didn't move and wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Please Karen, go on, before the muscles get cold."

Karen started to massage just above his ass. Her dad was moaning. She was doing a good job. She liked her father's ass very much. She was tempted to touch it.

"You know, you've got wonderful hands, honey."

Thanks dad.

"Tell, me do you ever massage Peter?" her dad wanted to know.

"That's a curious question," Karen said carefully. What the hell did the old man mean by that?

"He does massage you, right? Every once in a while I mean."

"No sir, why do you think that? If I need a backrub, I'll ask Robert. He's pretty good at it."

"I wasn't talking about backrubs dear. I was talking about an entirely other area."

Karen started to sweat. She held her hands still on his buns.

Her dad turned around, Karen sat next to him. She could see his cock was half erect.

"Dad...."

Her dad looked her in the eye. "Karen, look in the drawer on your left. Karen dried her hands on the towel and opened the drawer. She saw what her dad was getting at. Her panties were lying in the drawer. Karen's heart stopped.

Her father continued in a very dry voice: "You guys were having a good time last night, at least that's what I gathered from the noises. I went down the stairs when I heard you guys fuck. Then after you were finished, I pretended to come down the stairs, so you wouldn't freak out.

Karen didn't dare look at her dad. She felt so ashamed. Why the fuck hadn't they done it in Pete's room?

Her dad touched her kindly. He sat up close to her, and touched her chin. "Honestly I don't know what to think of all this. How long has this been going on?"

She looked him in the eye – he looked so calm and gentle.

"For a while now..."

"Does Robert now about this?"

Karen nodded.

"Really. That surprises me... You know your mother would never approve."

"I know. It was just something that happened, you know..." Karen said.

Her dad nodded understandingly. "I guess I understand. When I was young, there was a time in which I desperately wanted to fuck my sister, your aunt Jenny. We almost did it, but she got scared. It never happened, but it could have."

Karen looked surprised. She hadn't seen this one coming.

"Jenny was beautiful in those days. Not the fat hog she is now, moving from one diet to another. Beautiful, just as you are, my darling daughter. I guess I cannot blame Peter for wanting you..." While her dad made his confession, his hand moved from Karen's chin down in her lap, but when it went down, it briefly touched her nipples. This sent a shiver through Karen's body.

"Tell me something, my lovely daughter. Are your nipples as sensitive as your mother's?"

The answer was definitely yes, because the short caress had made her nipple hard already. It was clearly visible through her tight tank top. "Hmm, I guess so." His hand moved towards Karen's tit again and he caressed her nipple through the fabric.

Karen moaned quietly. This was her dad, touching her for Christ's sake. And she loved it. Her dad placed his hand over her tit and started to mould her soft flesh. Karen's mouth felt open.

"You like that, don't you?" Her dad asked. Karen just nodded. In the corner of her eye she could see her dad's prick growing. It was growing and growing, until it reached its ultimate size. It was bigger than any cock she had seen, bigger than Peter's or mine, about 10 inches. Maybe more.

"That's the look your mom gave me, when she saw it for the first time. She couldn't wait to touch it," her dad said in a horny tone.

Karen's mouth was dry. Her heart beat in her head. She looked at her dad's prick, (not at his face) and seemed to be hypnotised by its greatness. Her dad grabbed her other tit too and moulded both tits in his hands. Karen moaned again. This felt so good. Her dad pulled at her top, Karen let him pull it over her head. She was still watching his member.

"Touch it," her dad said matter of factly.

Karen moved her left hand toward her father's cock. She touched the head of her father's cock. It was huge. It was circumcised. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Karen moved her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum all over his head. Now it was her dad's turn to sigh. She couldn't get her fingers around the shaft, it was too big. However, Karen started to move her hand up and down his shaft. She loved the feeling of his cock. This one would never fit into her pussy she thought and instantly got wet between her legs.

"Yes Karen. Stroke it. Stroke my penis. Stroke it harder," her dad panted. He had let go of her breasts and was leaning back on his elbows. He watched his beautiful daughter jerking his member. This was going to be a good day, he thought to himself. Karen continued her strokes while her dad checked out his girl. Beautiful perk breasts. Nothing as big as his wife's or his other daughter's, but perfect by themselves. He couldn't wait to suck her little brown nipples. They looked very hard, like little doorknobs.

He wondered what her pussy looked like. His right hand moved towards her mound. He touched her underwear and immediately felt that she was wet. So, this turned her on just as it did him, he laughed.

Karen started to use both hands now. They moved up in unison.

"Yeah, baby girl. Stroke me, stroke me hard."

Meanwhile, he pressed his fingers against her cunt., putting the fabric of her panties in her pussy. Karen sighed. Then her dad came. His cum spurted out of his dick. Thick ropes of his sperm landed on his legs, his stomach and her hands. "Lick it off, baby," he demanded. Karen was hypnotised by his cock and without objections she started to lick the cum off her hands, then moved on to his stomach and even licked up the cum between the hairs on his legs.

He put his hand on her hair and started to stroke it. "Clean it up, baby. Everything." He softly urged her head towards his penis and she obliged. She opened her mouth and licked his shaft clean with her tongue. "Good girl. Very good." She liked the taste of her father's cum. It tasted different than Peter's though: more salty, and she could taste the tobacco of the cigars her father always smoked. When the cock was clean, she held it in her hands. Even half limp it was impressive. Karen lay down between her father's legs. Her face near his cock. She looked him straight in the eye when she put his head in her mouth.

"Hmmmmmm, yeah baby. Suck me," he said. Karen swallowed his cock down, and started to suck. His prick was growing to its original size, filling up her whole mouth. Karen started to choke, so she lifted her head a little bit. Then she got down to business and sucked him for the next five minutes. Because his dick was so big, her jaws started to hurt after a while. The room was filled with her sucking noises and her dad moaning from time to time. Sometimes he urged her on to suck harder although that wasn't really necessary: his daughter was definitely the best cocksucker he had ever encountered. The muscles in her mouth and her tongue were working overtime to accommodate the biggest cock that she ever sucked and the fact that it was her dad's dick, made it that more sexy to her.

"Okay babe, open your mouth as wide as you can, because I am cumming." Her dad climaxed in her mouth. Thick spurts of cum landed on her tongue and went down her throat when she swallowed.