Good Girl Ch. 07

Time seemed to stop. I felt my mouth drop open and I stopped breathing. Peter had his eyes closed and I could see the strained, pleasure filled look on his face. I knew that look. In fact, up until this very moment, I owned that look. Then there was my mom-in her swimsuit, a modest tankini, still wet from what was likely a trip to the hot tub, on her knees and her head bobbing up and down then shaking a bit as she went all the way down.

I could tell she had him in her throat.

Then I could hear it. The slurp and gag with each bob and Peter's groaning. Again and again.

I didn't know what to do, so I turned around and walked out. Dad grabbed my arm but I pulled away and just walked. What the fuck? My stomach hurt. My hands were clinched and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I heard voices behind me, but I didn't turn around. I needed to just get away.

I walked down the sidewalk, then across the street to the beach where Dad and I just were. I took my flip flops off and started to run. I couldn't get the image out of my head. The look on Peter's face as..as...as...my mom was sucking him. The irony wasn't lost on me. Of course it wasn't. I mean, not 10 minutes ago wasn't I doing the same thing to Dad and then Peter before that? Wasn't I having sex with both of them? Wasn't I freaking out about being caught and people being hurt and wondering how long I could keep it up?

I fell onto the sand and pulled my knees to my chest. I looked back the direction I came. The door to our house was closed. I wondered what was happening now. How was Dad feeling? I am sure he had no idea either. Right? I mean he would have said something right?

I frowned. Wait. Why am I so upset? I took a deep breath. Then another one. But I could not stop shaking. I kept seeing them in my head. "Peter..." I whispered aloud, "I thought you wanted me. I thought you were mine."

I stood back up and kept walking. Motion helped. Sitting there made me want to throw up. This whole fucking thing made me want to throw up.

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Wandering down the beach after seeing something traumatic was somewhat therapeutic. It was like the more distance I went from the house, the further I was from the emotion. Or something. I don't know. I neared the end of the beach, which I knew was like 2 miles from the house. There was a dock jutting out into the ocean, and after circling around onto the street I went out onto the dock and made my way to the very end. The moon hung low on the horizon and reflected silver light off the water. I looked at it for a long time and listened to the waves. Slowly the sound of my mom and brother slipped back into the background and out of my mind.

I was still angry and in this space I knew why. I was jealous. Sure, it didn't make sense, but that was the way I was feeling. I felt betrayed and hurt. Yes of course I had my secrets with Peter. But that was just it. I thought it was our secret and there were no other secrets. I told him everything. In fact, I gave him everything. How long was this going on? What I thought we had didn't seem so special anymore. I thought this crazy thing we did and were doing, I thought it was just between us.

I shook my head. "This whole thing is so fucked up."

I thought of my father. What was he thinking when he saw that? Did he know? What about what he and I had just shared? Where did I stand in all this?

Tears ran down my cheeks and I wiped them away quickly. I mean, what did I think was gonna happen? Where did I think this was going to go? I let out a loud sigh and kept looking over the silver water. Why was I jealous? I mean I knew my parents still made love and that didn't bother me. Right?

"Fuck," I whispered.

I couldn't go back. I couldn't look anyone in my house in the eye anymore.

I turned around and leaned against the pier looking back toward the town. I was suddenly utterly alone. I pushed off from the pier and made my way toward town. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I couldn't just stay still. I had to be...somewhere else.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but there were enough people about that I assumed it was still early. Things were a haze, I looked in windows, stopped in shops but I didn't really see anything. It was like all the world just lost its color. I stopped in front of a shop window and looked at myself. I mean, did I think that I was that special? Was I that hot? I pushed my hair back behind my ears and let out a breath. I mean, I know I am pretty cute...but what the hell am I even thinking about?

"Hey there."

I realized a guy was standing next to me. He was cute, like 20 something in board shorts and t-shirt he had obviously worn all day at the beach.

I glanced at him, "Hey."

"I have seen you around here haven't I?"

Really that was where this was going? "Probably not," I replied and looked at him. I wasn't really in the mood to flirt.

He laughed, "Ouch! Ok, so I guess that was lame."

"Yep," I replied. I turned to go, I had been in enough awkward conversations today.

"Where are you going? My name is Brad by the way."

"Hi Brad," I said as I walked back toward the beach.

He hustled to stay next to me but I wasn't in the mood. There was way too much going on to even look at this douche bag.

"Hey wait!" He jogged up next to me. "Why so rude?"

I took a deep breath and kept walking. "Sorry Brad, not a good day at the moment, I don't think I would be all that fun to talk to."

"I doubt that!" He said with a laugh. "You look like a cute good girl, but I think you have some fire in you."

A good girl. I turned and looked at him. "Brad, leave me alone." I turned back and kept heading back toward the beach leaving Brad somewhere behind me. He said I look like a good girl. A good girl. The phrase struck me. It hit a cord. Why? Was I good? I mean, if the last two days was any indication, obviously I was fucked up. Does a good girl really suck and fuck her brother and father? I stopped at the edge of the road, looked both ways then crossed back on to the beach.

"Actually," I said outloud thoughtfully. "Yes she does." I loved them both. Differently but the same. I knew that now. I mean I always knew but this was different. I loved them and I think I want to be good to them. I want to be a good daughter, to actually not just a selfish bitch, but to be a loving good daughter. Dad deserved that. Where was he?

I looked out of the water. Then there was Peter. I loved him. I wanted him to get everything he ever wanted. I always did. I was jealous because mom was there, doing what I thought was the thing I could do for him. But no. What I can do for him is to share him. We are family. I mean this is fucking crazy, but it feels right. If I loved him, I would want to understand.

I looked back to the direction of the house. I needed to go back. I was a good girl, but I could be better. If Peter and mom had a thing, then it was better that I knew...better that we all knew what was happening. No more hiding.

I started to walk back. I wasn't sure if I was ready to talk this out with my parents or even Peter. But it needed to be done. This whole thing has just been building and I needed to get it all out in the open.

The rest of the walk home felt long. My nerves were all over the place and my stomach was churning. I saw the car in the driveway and the lights were on. I guess everyone was home. I walked up to the door and stopped, took a deep breath then turned the handle.

The living room was empty. I saw mom's bikini top was still on the floor, but the couch was empty. I closed the door behind me, kicked off my sandals and looked around. "Hello?" I said weakly.

I heard voices from upstairs. Maybe the "talk" was already in session. I figured Dad was trying to make sense of all this too. I wondered suddenly if he had told them about us. Would he do that with me not there? Fuck.

I ran up the stairs, turned toward the voices in the master bedroom. "Daddy? Mom?" I said as I opened the door.

Peter was sitting in a chair, naked and his hand on his cock. My mom was on the bed, on all fours staring at him as my dad pumped her hard from behind. Her boobs went in every direction as he gripped her flesh with his hands and thrust. Sweat ran down his chest and I could see he was trying to position his legs better with each thrust.

"Ahh," mom groaned.

In a move of force, Dad pushed her down onto her tummy and he positioned himself over her. He then thrust down into her, spreading her ass and I was pretty sure he was buttfucking her. He went into her deep and he held it there as she cried out.

My mouth was open. Dry. I let go of the door. I could see he was fully inside her and he was not small. "I...uh..." I mumbled.

"Andrea," Peter said. He stood up and his hardening cock flopped. "It's ok, come over here."

I was frozen. I looked at him, then back at my parents. Dad was still in mom all the way. But he looked up at me. His face was red and sweat ran all over him. Mom looked up, her face still a bit pressed into the bed. She had cum on her, I thought it was sweat, but no, it was cum smeared on her face and in her hair. What the fuck?

"Sweetheart," Dad said with a pant. "It's ok. Come in." He kept in her and I could see his hips grinding in a circle.

"Yes..." mom groaned, "Andrea, come in here. It's ok. It's ok."

I kept still. I couldn't move. I just looked. Then I felt Peter touch my hand. I looked at him. He was close to me, naked and now quite hard. "Andrea, its ok. Everything is fine. No more secrets."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. Everything was building up. From the corner of my eye I saw Dad pull back then thrust hard into Mom. It was almost like he was jumping on her. She cried out.

"Peter..." I tried to say. He took my hand and put it on his hard cock. It felt warm, hard and so good in my hand. So good. I held it. No, I clung to it.

I watch Dad literally pound his gorgeous cock into Mom's ass. I had never seen anything like this before. I drove down into her and their bodies came together with a very loud slap. His cock was connected to her, like it was part of her ass. He was meant to be fucking her and she took every inch.

I felt Peter move closer to me and I squeezed his dick as hard as I could. He slid his hand under the back of my shirt, then his fingers were in the waste of my shorts. My heart was pounding. Is this really happening?

Dad was pounding faster now in an even rhythm. Their bodies slapping in a steady beat like someone was clapping their hands together. Mom's face was pressed down into the bed, her ass angled up a bit and the rest of her was flat. She clung to the blankets in clenched fists. This was completely beautiful and sexy as hell. She was letting out one long groan and then Dad looked up at me. It was the tender look of love mixed with lust. He was staring at me while he was pounding my mom's ass. I was soaking wet.

Peter's hand was down my shorts now, rubbing and gripping my butt. I realized I was stroking him now, without thinking. He felt so big in my hand now. I let out a loud breath. My heart was pounding. I wanted...all of this.

I started to slide out of my shorts. "You two, get on the bed with us," Dad ordered. He thrust down forcefully into Mom and held it there.

She cried out, "YES!" She turned her head to the side and looked at us. "Yes, get on the bed with us you guys. You need to be closer."

I swallowed hard then stepped out of my shorts and took my top off. Naked, I stepped quickly to the bed and watched as Dad continued to drive his cock into Mom's ass. Now I have to say Mom has a great body and her ass is very yoga worked if you know what I mean. It wrapped around Dad's cock beautifully. I was mesmerized.

Peter was next to me, rubbing my ass and pussy with his hands and watching with me.

I could tell Dad liked the audience and he pulled Mom up by the hips into straight doggy so we could see better. He thrust into her hard, so her boobs swung and her round ass jiggled each time. Again and again he thrust into her.

Then he pulled his cock out of her and she fell to her side. I could clearly see the cum smeared all over her face now and her face was flushed from what I could only guess was an intense orgasm. Dad's cock was rigid, slimy and covered in what may have been cum or lube or I am not even sure what and I didn't care because I needed it in my mouth. I leaned over from on my knees and took as much of his big cock as I could. I sucked more than bobbed on it, and focused on sucking his very hard tip. I felt his hand grip my hair in pleasure so I took in more.

"Good girl sweetie," Mom whispered to me.

Peter was behind me as I sucked on Dad's cock. My brother's mouth was all over my back, my neck and his hands ran down my ass and my dripping pussy.

"Good girl," Dad groaned, "Suck your Mom's ass off my cock. Yes, just like that. Just like that."

He pushed into my throat again. Dad's dick felt huge. It pressed against the back of my mouth, then down into my throat, filling it completely. I couldn't breathe. But I didn't want to. I wanted this.

"Oh my gosh..." Dad moaned.

Then Peter entered me from behind. My pussy was so wet I took him easily and in a few thrusts I was cumming on his cock.. I groaned against Dad as I came and he pulled out of my mouth and throat. I looked up at him panting and he turned then pressed his dick against Mom's waiting mouth. She kissed it and sucked the precum covered tip. Dad' kept his hand in my hair and pulled me close so I could lick his balls as Mom sucked him. Peter gripped my hips and thrusted faster and harder. I came again before I realized it. I cried out and Dad's cock was in my mouth. He started to fuck my mouth, then yanked it out and did the same to Mom.

"Yes honey," Dad said to her sweetly.

Peter pulled my hair and I sat up on him. He was on the bed now and I kept fucking my pussy as I was now on top looking at my parents. Dad kept fucking Mom's mouth. He was breathing heavy and focusing on her. I shifted positions and turned around so I could look into my brother's eyes as i rode his cock. He held onto me and fuck up into me. I stared down at him, my hands digging into his shoulders. Our bodies connected as he drove into me as far as he could.

Suddenly I felt hands on my back.

"Stay just like that sweetie," Dad whispered to me.

I held still as I felt something huge against my asshole. Fuck. He was going to try to get that cock in my ass while Peter was in my pussy.

"It's too big Daddy," I wimpered as I felt him working his cock head in circles around my ass searching for a way in. "I can't."

"Shhhh," he said.

There was no way. I was full. I couldn't take him, especially not with my brother in my pussy and not when his cock was so raging hard and big. I couldn't...

"...AHHHHH!" I shrieked as the head of Dad's cock pressed against my ass hard and then it was in.

"Hold her like that Peter," Dad commanded. I felt Mom's hands on my cheeks and she was kissing me. Dad's cock went into me slowly.

"Honey," Mom whispered, "You should see this...this is what you are for, my good girl, this is what you are for. This is what we should be doing honey. Taking your Dad and brother like this. I am so proud of you..."

I let out another whimper as Dad's cock pushed into my ass farther. Deeper. I felt both of them. All of them. Everything. Soon they were thrusting, finding a rhythm, then it was happening together. My body was on fire. I cried out and held onto Peter as he fucked up into me and Dad fucked my ass hard from behind. Somewhere inside of me their cocks were meeting, throbbing and thrusting together. I came again and again. Each orgasm ran into the next and soon Dad had my cheeks spread and he rammed his cock into me.

I felt them in unison wanting me. Fucking me. Fucking all of me. Mom was right I needed this. I needed them doing this to me.

Mom's left breast was in my mouth when Dad came first. He cried out and gave my ass all of his cock and cum. I sucked Mom's nipple as he came in my ass and soon Peter was cumming in my pussy. It would be more accurate to say that he was pumping cum into my pussy as it ran back out and on his thrusting cock as he came.

Then it was over.

I lay against my Mom's chest as Dad and Peter held me. Keeping inside. I looked over at the mirror next to the bed. There we were. The fucked up family. Dad behind me, sweaty and breathless, his cock up my ass. My brother underneath me, drenched, red and his cock in my pussy. My mom next to us, still cum smeared, naked and sweaty. Then me. In the middle. Straddling my brother and holding his dick in me with my pussy and pushing my ass out at the same time for my Father. I was where I belonged. In the middle. I was their good girl and I was already thinking about when we could do this again.

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Thank you for reading this story all of you. I appreciate all feedback, even negative comments. :) I want to thank my dear friend for sharing this experience with me and allowing me to write it. For those of you that have read this far, I want you to know this was based on a real event and this family (to the best of my knowledge) goes to Hawaii twice a year. :) XXXO