Monica 23: Dial Tone

Convinced Aaron puckers his lips.

"She's batty. Go buy more Antiques. Just not the Piano."

Charlotte regains her composure and laughs, "I feel so stupid. Forgive me?"

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Monica adds up the gross sounds.

"Your Father is not EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I love you both. I'll be home late. Bye for now."

Monica reaches over and takes the speaker off. Aaron makes certain that she had hung up.

Satisfied Aaron pulls Monica up to hold her in his arms.

"That was wrong on every level." He shakes his head.

She exhales on his chest warmly. A thought forms an evil smirk.

"We could call Uncle Gary."

Aaron rolls his eyes, "Let's not and say we did."

"Chicken." She giggles.

"Once was enough. That was fun but damn risky. You could see me in Divorce Court."

"I would come live with you."

"Christ!" He shakes his head, "Okay you dial the number."

Monica clapped and made the call.

"Aunt Louise? Is Uncle Gary there?"

Aaron laughed and hung up on them.

He still fucked his Daughter for another round.

In his own bed.

Monica stained the sheets.

As they finished up Aaron's cell rang. It was his brother Gary.

Shaking his head he answered.

"Hey Little Brother. Yeah she called."

Monica rolled on top of her Father and rode him the entire conversation.

Gary heard it all.

Luckily Gary had an open mind.

"That was Hot."

Monica giggled, "When can I come over?"

His brother chuckled.

Aaron played it off but Gary wasn't buying it.

Finally Aaron broke, "Keep your mouth shut Brother."

"What starts in the family stays in the family." Gary chuckles more.

Monica hopped out of bed and tracked her cell down. She returned to her parents bed and climbs back into the saddle. Aaron just couldn't lose his erection.

Gently riding her Fathers cock Monica lifted her cell up and took a downward selfie.

Aaron tried to get her to stop but Monica forwarded the naked picture of her on Aaron to Gary's cell.

"Dammit Monica." Aaron snapped.

He hears Gary gasp, "Holy Shitola. My neice is sexy as hell."

She lowers over Aarons's chest rubbing her breasts on him while whispering, "Thank you Uncle Gary."

Rolling his eyes Aaron lost his mind.

"Anytime Beautiful. Send me some more."

"Maybe later. If you're nice I'll have phone sex with you sometime."

Aaron grips her wrists, "REALLY? Knock it off."

"Be nice to her Big Brother. She's all grown up and letting off steam."

"Keep your mouth shut about this Gary. I mean it."

"Not a peep. You got my word."

Monica strokes Aarons's cock while laying over him. She pouts at his reluctance. This was just the kind of exhibition she craved deep down in her soul.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

"Yeah Daddy. She's sorry."

Behind her back Aaron see's her cell flash go off and she offers a shocked expression.

Rearing up she sends another picture of her ass to Uncle Gary..

His reply was a soft, "Sweet Jesus Almighty."

Monica shared the photo with her Father. Somehow her angles were dead on target. He could not only see her anal cavity and pussy but her hand stroking Aaron beneath her.

"Uncle Gary? Did you faint?"

She hears him jerking off in the background, "N-no! I'm still here Sweetiepie."

"Are you dreaming about taking me from behind?" She giggles softly.

"I'm going to Hell." He grunts fast tracking his load with a deafening snarl.

Aaron groans his bitterness, "Enough of this. Bye Bro."

Gary loses the battle.

"Fuck you Monica." Her Father sneers hatefully at her.

"I can call Lisa next?" She brightens her eyes.

He stops to stare, "Just set up a meet."

"Gladly. About that slumber party. Let me have one here when Mom is gone. All guys. I want you to watch."

He closes his eyes and gives up, "When?"

"Next weekend. Make sure Mom's gone all weekend. Invite Uncle Gary too."

The truth hurt. His baby girl was indeed a major slut.

Sadly, he was liking the ideas.

"Going to go shower. Coming?" She crawls away coaxing him with a wiggle of her ass.

He followed like a lost puppy. He fucked her once more against the shower tile.

Monica screamed bloody murder.

Her night was only beginning.

Naptime.