Adventures with Erin Pt. 02

If Dan and Erin hadn't been so caught up in the moment...

If Dan hadn't been so engrossed in pushing his length into his sister's hot, deep pussy...

If Erin had glanced away from her brother's face, twisted into an expression of ecstasy...

Perhaps one of them would have noticed the eye, peering through the crack between the folding doors that separated their rooms.

Perhaps they would have seen that eye, guessed at the expression of frantic lust on the face to which it belonged.

Perhaps...

*

John had married young, had kids young, and now, at the age of 42 with two grown up children and a wife whom he was desperately trying to still be interested in, he was regretting it.

He was horny all the time.

He found himself staring out of bus windows at the rain-soaked streets, fantasising about fucking every woman he saw. The tall, elegantly dressed 20 something with short, dark hair, sheltering under her umbrella. In his mind's eye he pictured her toned, curved back, her shoulders tensing as he plunged deep into her pussy.

He found himself unable to concentrate at parent-teacher meetings at Erin's school. Her English teacher was particularly sexy: short, curled hair tumbling over her dark shoulders - he thought she must be at least partly Indian - full lips, perfect for sucking and slobbering over his erect cock, heavy breasts beneath a loose top. He imagined her mouth clamped to his shaft, and completely forgot to listen.

His wife had noticed how distracted he'd been. The whole family had. His son, Dan had even commented that he seemed 'oblivious' to what was going on around him. But he wasn't. He was very aware of one thing that was happening in his home. His daughter, Erin, had become a young woman.

It had started with little glances: Erin, dressed in a long white t-shirt one morning, her hair scrunched up into a loose bun, tendrils of soft brown hair falling over her rounded, lightly blushing cheeks, her black panties just visible through the thin white material, bending down to look in the fridge. John had watched as her muscular, pure white thighs tensed, the bulge of her chest hanging, swaying as she reached into the fridge. And he'd felt his dick stir.

Then, there was the time a few days before they were due to go on holiday. It had been the last day of college and Erin had come in wearing her uniform, shouting 'Last time ever!' shrugging off her blazer and throwing it over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. John had been sitting in the living room and Erin had come straight in, plonked herself down on the couch right next to him, grabbed his face and planted a huge kiss on his cheek.

'I can't believe school is FINALLY over!' she'd said, but John hadn't been able to concentrate. He'd been too busy thinking about the fact that her bare, toned thigh was pressed hard against his; in fact, her skirt had ridden up slightly when she sat down and he could see a lot more thigh than usual. He'd been too busy noticing the black bra through her thin cotton blouse, the smell of her hair, sweet, intoxicating... and then she'd gone, tits bouncing as she leapt up from the couch.

That afternoon had been the first time he'd actually masturbated to the thought of fucking his daughter.

Sure, he'd felt a little disgusted with himself, but it was all just fantasy, right? No one would ever know. Besides, as of a few days earlier, she was eighteen.

He'd taken out his heavy cock in the bathroom and started stroking it, lightly, imagining his daughter's innocent lips parting slightly to accept the head of his penis as he pushed it into her waiting mouth. He imagined her on her knees before him, still in uniform, the straps of her bra visible on her rounded, slight shoulders. He imagined his fingers in her hair as her sucking became more insistent, taking more and more of his hardening cock into her sweet young mouth, pulling her head towards the base of his shaft until she could take no more. The gagging, slurping sounds and the feel of suction on his cock, his daughter's tongue running up and down his length, pre cum leaking from the corners of her mouth...

Eyes closed, he fired his load onto the bathroom floor and fell to his knees, shuddering.

He didn't even feel guilty. If anything, this felt right. He knew this would be the first of many orgasms inspired by his daughter, not least because they were due to go on holiday in a couple of days' time - a prime opportunity to see Erin in a skimpy bikini.

What John didn't realise, was that he was going to see a lot more than that.

*

That night - the night his children, Dan and Erin, had first explored each other, hiding away in their upstairs rooms - John had been shovelling overcooked meat into his mouth at the 'charming' local restaurant recommended in the guidebook.

As Dan had first slipped his fingers into Erin's skimpy, tight-fitting shorts and she had shuddered with pleasure, John had been staring across the table at the wife he didn't love anymore, sitting in a silence that had gone on too long to be broken.

Miserably, he reached for the wine bottle, poured another large glass and downed it greedily, desperate for the fug of alcohol to settle on his brain.

'Maybe slow down a bit...' his wife said, indicating the almost-empty wine bottle with her eyes.

John just stared at her.

It wasn't that she was unattractive. In fact, John was sure other men in the restaurant were looking at her.

She had made a big effort, and it depressed him all the more that this had become routine, something he took for granted.

At 39, Karen was a few years younger than him and, to an outsider's eye at least, still looking hot. She'd had Dan and Erin when she was still very young - in fact, she'd had Dan when she was still at college - and her body had had a long time to recover from the trauma of childbirth.

In look, she was the classic English rose. Soft white skin, an easy blush to her cheeks, rich brown hair and a fair complexion. Her figure had filled out over the years, and the push up bra she'd chosen to wear tonight accentuated her cleavage and heavy bust; beneath her tight black dress nestled breasts which, from John's forbidden observations, their daughter Erin had inherited: full, heavy and pouting, with light pink, perfectly proportioned nipples.

'Don't just stare at me... say something.'

John snapped out of his daze long enough to mutter, 'You know, telling me to say something makes me far less likely to say anything...'

'Well why don't you just fuck off home then, you miserable twat...' She'd always had that sassy side to her; a vicious tongue and a devilish glint in her eye that called to mind buxom barmaid far more than innocent rose. John had used to get off on it, he reflected. 'You've been nothing but a misery since we got here. This was supposed to be it John, our last chance to do something nice as a family. And...' she added, 'another chance for me and you.'

As their daughter Erin tossed her brother's stained trunks to the floor and stripped off her cut off tee, causing her pink and creamy teen breasts to bob invitingly, John and his wife sat silently, staring at each other. John said nothing.

'You know what then, fuck it. You do whatever the fuck it is that makes you happy and I'll do the same,' she said, standing up suddenly. 'There's dancing here after the food. Who knows, perhaps I'll find a man who can satisfy me!' She turned and stormed off.

John watched her ample ass, clad in a figure-hugging black dress, as it disappeared into the darkness of the restaurant.

He sat for a minute, wondering if he cared enough to do anything, to follow her, to apologise. Then he grabbed the wine bottle and left.

Outside, the moon was shining on the ocean and, as John began the five minute walk back to their villa, wine bottle swinging at his side, Erin grabbed her brother's cock and guided it smoothly into her dripping pussy.

*

As John reached the door of the villa he took a final swig from the wine bottle then tossed it into the undergrowth. He drunkenly fumbled his key into the lock and opened the door.

Inside, the lights were off, but the TV in the living area was playing mutely to a dark room and a half eaten bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table. John switched off the TV, grabbed the bowl and took it into the kitchen, then headed upstairs.

Kids have gone to bed early, he thought, glancing at his watch.

As he reached the first floor landing he heard a noise. A gasp. It sounded like a gasp. Or a moan. It was coming from upstairs.

His stomach did a back flip. Was something going on up there? Were the kids ok?

'Dan? Erin?' he called, softly. There was no reply.

John climbed the stairs to the second floor and stood for a moment on the tiny landing. Both doors were shut, but he could hear the gasps, louder now. They seemed to be coming from Dan's room.

John raised his hand to knock, but something stopped him. Intrigued, he pressed his ear to the door, then drew away quickly in shock. He knew those sounds. A wet slapping. Moaning. Gasps. He felt his cock harden.

But surely... No...

John thought about his daughter in her school uniform, dark bra showing through the pure white blouse, skirt riding up her toned thighs. He thought about her in one of her oversized tees with nothing underneath, heavy, pouting breasts swinging and full. And he made a decision.

Silently, he opened the door to Erin's room and crept through the darkness to the adjoining folding doors. They had been pulled shut but had slid back a little on their tracks, leaving a sizable gap through which a low yellow light spilled.

The sounds were much louder in here. He could hear his daughter moaning with pleasure. His cock felt ready to burst out of his trousers. It pressed urgently against the waistband. John knelt down by the doors. This was it. He was all in.

He pressed his eye to the crack.

At first, all he could see was rhythmic movement, but as his eye focussed, he saw his daughter's beautiful bare back, smooth and white, her soft brown curls bobbing and tossing as she rode.

He saw her perfect teen ass, grinding, and there, her gaping vagina, clenched tightly around a thick shaft. If only that was me, he thought, watching as she moved slickly up and down the thick length. And whose length was that exactly? It could only be Dan!

John reached down and unbuttoned his trousers at the waist, then dived his hand into his boxers and wrapped his fist around his aching cock. He masturbated in time with the movements of his daughter, imagining his cock peeling back in Erin's tight pussy.

As he watched and tugged, the couple shifted on the bed as their fucking grew more insistent, and the side of Erin's exposed breast came into view, round and full, bouncing wildly as she ground ever more enthusiastically.

John also saw the face of her lover for the first time, and his suspicions were confirmed. Well, if it couldn't be him, then he guessed his son was the next best thing.

What's more, if Erin was willing to fuck her brother, perhaps...

A sound from downstairs startled him from his reverie. The front door. He pushed his eye back against the crack. Dan and Erin hadn't heard. They were in a world of their own. All that existed for them was cock, wetness, breasts, wet mouths, firm flesh, deep warmth.

John leapt up and moved quickly to the door. In his haste to rebutton his trousers something fell to the floor with a metallic sound. Shit, my cufflink! John searched the floor briefly but it had disappeared and he had to get out of there.

He slid back through the door, closing it quickly but softly behind him, then stole down the stairs to the first floor.

'John?' Karen half-shouted, half-whispered up the stairs. 'John, sorry about earlier. Can we talk?'

John stood on the landing wracked with indecision. He was still hard as rock, and from the landing you could clearly hear Erin, her voice rising now as her brother plunged ever deeper.

John knew what he had to do.

He raced down the stairs and found his wife in the kitchen pouring a glass of water. 'Oh there you are. Hey, can you hear something upstairs? I wanted to talk, I didn't want to leave things...' but she got no further.

John walked straight up to her and pressed his mouth to hers, aggressively, his solid cock pushing against her hip bone, his tongue shoving searchingly into her hot, wet mouth.

At first Karen was a little taken aback, but quickly surrendered to the heat of John's passion, turning her body to him.

His hands were on her ample ass, then in her hair, then caressing her breasts through the sheer material of her dress. Then he turned her and shoved her roughly so that she was bent over the kitchen island, her roundness ripe and ready for him, his cock almost bursting out of his trousers.

'John... the kids... ah!' but John ignored her, hitching up the rustling material of her tight black dress, and almost tearing down her tights.

Karen hadn't been wearing underwear; her pussy glistened, ready to take him.

He quickly dropped his trousers and thrust his whole length deep into Karen's pussy, so that his hipbones sank into the flesh of her ass. She let out a stifled gasp as her husband's thick cock disappeared into her wet hole, pushing herself back onto him to feel the head of his penis reach the deepest possible point.

John thrust in and out, fast and violent, sheathed by his wife but picturing his daughter. He closed his eyes and saw Erin again, grinding on Dan's cock. He saw the side of her boob bouncing, pale as cream. He heard her moans of pleasure turning to screams as his huge penis pushed deeply into his daughter's tight hole. And he came. He came in huge, shuddering waves, firing thick jets of cum into Karen's pussy. His knees buckled and he slipped out of her, falling to the floor, the last drips of semen dripping from his cock, the rest running from his wife's vagina, trickling down the backs of her thighs and gathering in her bunched up tights.

'Jesus, John.' Karen muttered, panting. 'We need to argue more often...'

*

'That was...'

'I know... I know.'

Erin turned her body in the bed and pressed herself against her brother's muscular form. She pressed her pussy, still moist with cum, against his thigh, her aching breasts against the side of his chest, her soft hair falling in strands over the pillow.

'You are on the pill, right?' Dan asked.

'Dan! Way to ruin the moment!' she shouted, raising herself up off the bed and slapping him lightly on the chest.

'Sorry!' but she was already out of bed and heading for the bi-fold doors. 'Where are you going?' Dan shouted after her.

'Just to freshen up. Don't worry, I'll be back!' Dan watched his teen sister's naked body disappear through the doors. He fell back onto the bed, contented.

'Ouch!'

'What is it?'

'What the...' Erin came back into the room wearing a short robe and holding a small metallic object in the palm of her hand. 'Isn't this Dad's?'

She came over to the bed and Dan sat up to inspect the object. It was a cufflink.

'Yeah. That's Dad's. Where was it?'

'Just the other side of the doors.' Erin looked puzzled.

'You don't think... he saw? Do you?'

'What? No... but... he was wearing these tonight for his date with mum. I saw him put them on earlier.' Erin stared down at the cufflink.

'But if he saw he would have said something, right? Done something?' Dan asked.

Erin stayed quiet, turning things over in her mind.

'You know, I've caught him checking me out.'

'What? Oh god, really?' Dan looked disgusted.

'Don't be a hypocrite Dan! Yeah, like the other day at home I was just wearing a t-shirt and knickers, and he was definitely looking at my tits. And then, on the plane, he brushed my ass with his hand a few times. I just assumed it was an accident, but...' Erin stopped for a few seconds, then a devilish grin spread across her face.

'Perhaps we can have some fun with this...'

*

It was the next morning and John was nursing one hell of a hangover.

His eyes ached, his stomach growled and tumbled at the thought of food, and his head pounded. He sat at the breakfast table nursing a rapidly cooling cup of black coffee. It was early and the house was quiet. He hadn't been able to sleep after witnessing what he'd witnessed.

He'd spent the night boomeranging between self loathing and intense lust. His cock had never been harder. He'd had to get up and relieve himself several times, and each time huge spurts of cum had blasted out of his cock as he thought about burying it deep in his teenage daughter.

And now he sat in the cold light of day, mulling it all over in his mind. Should he come clean? Should he be angry? Should he keep quiet and hope to be a voyeur once again?

He heard soft feet on the stairs. It was Erin.

'Morning dad!' she called, as she came in, coming straight over and giving him a peck on the lips. Unusual but not unheard of. As she bounced away,

John could still feel her soft lips on his.

Oh god. What was she wearing?

Incredibly tight, white workout shorts. As she walked away towards the fridge, he watched her round teen ass bounce lightly.

'I'm going for a run.' she announced, turning and adjusting her shorts as she did. She had pulled them up, tighter, higher up her flat stomach. John couldn't help but stare at her crotch. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and these shorts didn't leave much to the imagination.

The shorts barely reached to the top of her thighs. At her crotch, the thin, white material clung to her pussy, the cleft of her opening so obvious that John barely had to use his imagination. She may as well have been naked.

On top, she wore a simple grey sports bra with a black elasticated band beneath her tits, which looked beautifully heavy and firm. Her hair was up in a pony tail, so only a few stray wisps of hair fell to her delicate, pale shoulders.

She raised a carton of juice to her lips and took a long draught, closing her eyes, allowing her dad to take it all in. Then she turned, placed the carton back in the fridge and said 'Bye!' before half jogging out of the kitchen to the front door.

As she jogged down the driveway, Erin couldn't help but giggle. It had been hilarious, teasing her dad like that. Hilarious, and hot.

Hot? Wait. Wasn't fucking your brother enough? Perhaps not. As she jogged away from the villa, she started wondering whether her dad's cock was as thick and smooth as Dan's.

Back in the kitchen, John was taking a moment to recover from Erin's little show. His cock was crying out for attention in his pants. As she'd stood there, he'd been unable to think of anything but grabbing her firm young body, ripping off those workout shorts and pressing the head of his cock into those pink, wet pussy lips.

He made a decision. He was going with voyeur.

*

It had been just half an hour since Erin had left for her run, and John had been busy.

Shortly after Erin had left, Karen and Dan had come downstairs and announced they were off to a fish market they'd found in the guidebook. It was about half an hour's drive from the villa down the Greek island's winding, narrow roads. Including the time they'd need to park, browse the market and select some produce, John guessed they'd be out for at least two hours.

That would be enough time.

He hadn't given his actions any thought. He just knew he had to see his daughter naked, fully naked this time. He was obsessed. Driven.

As soon as they'd left, with Karen giving him a meaningful glance and mouthing 'We still need to talk about last night,' John had rushed straight to the villa's storage cupboard.

He'd managed to find a set of rusty old tools, and was pleased to see an old, hand-operated drill. He'd taken the drill and a set of screwdrivers and headed upstairs.