Spring Break Ch. 08: Sunday Home

Steve arrived and walked towards Dirk. "Did you get a shop open?"

Dirk shook his head with a sad expression on his face. Then he smiled and answered Steve in a loud voice, while he handed Steve two of the wrappers. "Luckily, Wilma had some to spare. Apparently, Alta will recognize one of them..."

Alta's gaze swung in Wilma's direction, her eyes blazing. "You told him!?"

Wilma shrugged her shoulders. "It would have come out sooner or later. I think he suspected it anyway."

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Ingrid's mind was in turmoil as she stared, from the head of the table, blankly over the table. She wasn't sure what she wanted that night - sexually.

Earlier in the day, she would have been happy with her vibrator and her fantasies. But after Dirk's forceful ministrations, she desperately wanted him to finish off what he had started. Her hopes to finish off their business during the night were dashed when she heard that Wilma would be staying over, and she knew that Alta tried very hard to play matchmaker between Wilma and Dirk.

But when Wimpie arrived unannounced, he turned the entire applecart over. She knew that Wilma had no problem in the past to sneak over to Wimpie in the guest room and expected her to do the same again during the night. But Dirk and Steve would be trapped in the same room. She took a deep breath and exhaled deeply as she realized that she'd be dependent on her vibrator to work off her horny state. Then she smiled at the thought that Alta would, at the least, be safe.

Dirk, too, was absentminded, he sat at the other end of the table. He took the last scoop of ice cream from his dessert bowl. He was trying to figure out how the proverbial musical chairs should be played out, while keeping a visit to Ingrid's bedroom a secret from the others. He had noticed how she secretly glanced in his direction.

He would be trapped while Steve was in his bedroom. And Steve could only move when Wilma was with Wimpie. He looked at Wilma who was sitting to his left. The key would be to get Wilma in Wimpie's bedroom as early as possible.

He looked up, as Alta returned his dessert bowl with another helping of ice cream. He looked questionably at Alta.

Alta lifted two more bowls into his sight. "It's the last, these are for Steve and Wimpie." She placed a bowl in front of Steve, who sat to Dirk's right, and walked over to Wimpie, who was sitting to Wilma's right, to place the last bowl she had.

Dirk followed Alta as she walked around Ingrid, and took her seat between Ingrid and Steve. His mind returned to his musical-chair puzzle, Steve would need to go to Alta's bedroom, but he'd need a signal. Only then, would he be free to go to Ingrid - once Steve had left for Alta.

Ingrid diverted her gaze, from the other end of the table, when Dirk looked up. Dirk wondered if she made the same match-ups, and was trying to figure out how to let him know that she'll welcome a visit 'to finish off what they started'. Or maybe, Ingrid was devising a plan to keep him away, play it safe and not risk pregnancy.

Ingrid's gaze drifted to Alta, who was to her left with Steve next to her. It still bothered her that Alta had lost her virginity without her knowing. That was at least the one price she wouldn't pay if Steve succeeded in working his dick into Alta's vagina. She made a mental note to get Alta on birth control as soon as possible, and maybe a morning-after pill would be in order, as well. And she could just as well get herself on birth control, knowing that it seemed that Jim's interest in her hadn't faded.

Ingrid looked at Dirk; she wanted to 'innocently' invite him to her bedroom. "Dirk."

Dirk looked at her expectantly. "Yes?"

Ingrid's boldness evaporated and she offered the first idea that entered her mind. "Will you help Steve? We moved his stuff over to your bedroom so Wimpie can sleep in the guest room tonight. He can move back to the guest room tomorrow."

Dirk looked at Ingrid, then back to his almost empty bowl with ice cream. He took the last scoop and put the spoon in his mouth. He slowly swallowed and looked back at her. He wanted to elaborate, but his response was simple. "Sure." The more he had interacted with Ingrid since he arrived, the more he realized that he had suppressed his feelings for her. Blinded, himself, at her attempts to be close to him, as well. His hand rubbed reassuringly over his pocket with the condom inside.

Ingrid cringed, it reminded her of the time when Dirk and Alta ignored her, shortly after she married their father. She looked around the table to make sure all were done. "I guess we're done." She looked at Alta. "Help Wilma to settle down, I'll sort out the dishwasher."

Wimpie was the next to move. "Please excuse me, I have to get up early if I want to leave by five." His hand slipped back under the table to give Wilma's upper thigh a nice squeeze. He whispered something to Wilma and gave Ingrid a brotherly hug and kiss on the cheek on his way to the guest room.

Next to leave was Steve. "It was a long trip, if I'm not careful, my back may act up tonight." He took Alta's hand as he stood up and squeezed it.

Wilma also got up and looked at Dirk and Alta, who were the only persons left at the table. "Please excuse me, I need to unpack."

Dirk remained seated for a while, pleasantly surprised that almost the entire table had emptied.

Alta moved to the chair next to Dirk and secretly whispered in his ear, "Steve told me that you had sex with his sister last night, and wouldn't mind if the two of us... you know... do it."

Dirk smiled and whispered at Alta. "I would be hypocritical if I do mind. But, are you sure you want to do it with Steve? You don't need to, you owe him nothing for what I did to his sister."

Alta blushed and whispered back. "Wilma dared me... and I want to do it." She kissed him on the cheek. "For the record, I'm not a virgin - Wimpie. And thanks for arranging the condoms."

Dirk smiled as Alta was playing into his hand. "If you want to do it, Steve must know when the coast is clear. It would be a good idea to close your bedroom door while you help Wilma and get dressed for the night. When Wilma leaves for Wimpie, let her leave your bedroom door open, and flush the toilet. That would be Steve's signal that you are waiting for him." He took a deep breath and added another diversion. "I thought that you invited Wilma for my benefit!"

Alta had already thought of that. "I did, but she kept Wimpie's visit a secret. You can have Wilma tomorrow after Wimpie has left."

Dirk smiled, the thought that he should try his luck with Ingrid didn't cross Alta's mind. "Deal."

Satisfied with the arrangements, Alta smiled and removed the condiments from the table to store them in the pantry. Dirk cleared the last dishes and cutlery from the table and took them to Ingrid in the scullery. He admired Ingrid's firm arse in her tight leggings as he walked in. She was bending over to load plates on the dishwasher's bottom rack.

Alta's head popped in. "Goodnight, I'm off." Ingrid mumbled a response, clearly unaware of Dirk's presence.

Dirk waited for Alta to disappear into the passage leading to the bedrooms and for her to close the bedroom door. He placed his load on the dishwasher and took hold of Ingrid's buttocks.

Ingrid jerked upright and gasped as Dirk's right hand slid over her tummy to help his left hand into her leggings. His fingers probed deeper, until they reached her fury furry bush, his right hand cupped her left breast.

Ingrid sighed and slid her own hand into her leggings to help Dirk's fingers into her wet folds. Her other hand reached for her bra and lifted it off her breast, helping Dirk's fingers onto her nipples.

Dirk pinched and twisted the nipple and soaked a finger with Ingrid's pussy-nectar. He plunged his lips onto her neck, which arched back in response. "We have unfinished business, I'll make a plan to come over."

Ingrid purred contentedly. "I'll be waiting." She dislodged Dirk's hands and bent over to continue packing the dishwasher. "Keep it quiet..."

Dirk barely heard Ingrid as he passed through the scullery's doorway, while licking nectar off his wet finger. He needed to pee, to deflate the erection. He could just hope that Steve didn't suspect what his plans for the night entailed.

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Dirk, dressed in boxers and a T-shirt, was glad that Ingrid left her bedroom door slightly open.

Ingrid sat in front of her dressing table, applying night cream to her face in the dim light spilling out of the ensuite bathroom. She was working it in over her temples and the sides of her eyes when Dirk closed the door behind him. She looked at Dirk. "What took you so long?" Then she smiled. "I guess Steve took his time to get to Alta? I hope he has protection, we don't want her pregnant."

Dirk looked at Ingrid. She had a thin, maroon-colored, satiny camisole on and a pair of matching shorts. The camisole showed a bit of her waist while she worked in the night cream. Dirk smiled. "I gave him two." Then he waved the one which he kept for himself. "And I have one..."

Dirk stepped closer to the dressing table to have a closer view of Ingrid in the mirror. He was familiar with the lingerie, and knew that it had a low, revealing neckline.

Ingrid stood up to face Dirk. She took the condom wrapper from his hand. "No need for this, at least not for today or tomorrow." She placed the condom on her dressing table and reached for his shirt's collar and started to pull it over his head. "Now you can finish what you've started. Just be careful, I washed, so I may be a bit dry down there."

Dirk, then only in a pair of boxers, slipped his one hand around Ingrid's waist as he stepped forward. He slid his other up to cup Ingrid's breast and pulled her against him. In a twist movement, he worked Ingrid's legs against the bed.

Ingrid lifted her head to accept Dirk's lips, as he lowered his onto hers. They paused, their lips barely touching. Ingrid wrapped her arm around Dirk's neck as she felt the air against her cheek when Dirk exhaled. She parted her lips and probed with her tongue onto Dirk's lips.

Ingrid slipped her thumbs in under Dirk's boxers' waistband and slid them over his buttocks. She ground her hips against his groin, satisfied with the effect she had created on his dick, until his boxers fell on her toes. Slowly, she leaned back to sit on the bed while keeping Dirk's lips on hers.

Dirk had to place a knee on the bed to keep his balance, and when Ingrid reclined to lie on her back, he had to get his other knee on the bed as well.

When she was flat on her back, she slowly worked herself fully onto the bed, and pulled Dirk's body onto her. She hungrily started to devour his lips. Her other hand reached down to grasp Dirk's dick. In her mind, she became Passion, who yearned for a cock in her pussy after her husband had died.

Like Passion, Ingrid stopped to care. It had been forever for her, as well, after Rudy's death. Her pussy was so hungry for a real dick that she didn't care that she would be dry, it would get wet. She didn't care that Dirk was her stepson. She had lost control and pulled her lips from Dirk's to take a deep breath. With pleading eyes, she looked at him. "Take me now... Please. And fuck me hard." With that, she guided Dirk's dick through a leg-opening of her shorts and onto the entrance to her tight vagina. "Act as if you're an intruder, a rapist."

Dirk thrusted his dick into Ingrid, and held the pressure to savor the feeling. His dick tucked inside before he slowly started to withdraw. He heard a muffled moan, probably from Alta's bedroom next door.

His mind returned to his beautiful stepmother under him, he got the sense that Ingrid needed him to be rough. Ingrid groaned, as he drove hard into her. He looked concerned at Ingrid, was he too rough?

Ingrid smiled and wrapped her arms around his chest when he pulled out. She thrusted her hips into his and arched her back when he again drove hard into her pussy. He continued to drive hard into Ingrid's tight pussy. Ingrid grunted and her breasts swayed under his onslaught. He pulled out and drove again with force into Ingrid.

Ingrid grunted and spread her legs wider. She enjoyed Dirk's rough treatment, her pussy needed a good pounding. Her hand slid to her breasts and she started to pinch and pull her nipples. She lifted and twisted her hips when Dirk continued to drive into her, hoping to get his big cock deeper into her.

Dirk leaned over and placed his lips on Ingrid's, who opened her lips and sucked his upper lip into her mouth. He continued to drive hard and deep into Ingrid, soon the sloppy sounds could be heard as her juices started to lubricate her folds.

Ingrid wrapped her legs around Dirk's and started to thrust her hips into Dirk every time that he drove into her. It took her over the edge and she dug her nails into Dirk's back as her vagina started to spasm onto the intruder, trying to milk it.

It became too much for Dirk and with a soft grunt, he blasted his baby batter into Ingrid.

Ingrid's back arched in her orgasmic spasm, keeping the pressure of her hips into Dirk's thrusts, while he continued to ram his dick into her. Her nails scratched lines into the skin on his back, which spurred Dirk on to drive harder and deeper. She welcomed the flood of semen which was blasted into her, her vaginal spasms continued to milk his dick for more. It filled her up, but she didn't care when she started leaking, she didn't care that her pussy throbbed from Dirk's onslaught.

She only relaxed when Dirk exhaled deeply, signaling that he was done. She cranked her neck and offered her lips to Dirk. "Thank you, I needed it."

Dirk panted, out of breath, as he lowered his lips onto Ingrid's and slithered his tongue lovingly over her lips.

Dirk broke the kiss; he wanted to pull out, but Ingrid's legs were still wrapped around his. "Can I go?"

Ingrid shook her head. "I want to live my fantasy, completing it the way I dreamt about this moment."

Dirk got curious. "Your fantasy?"

Ingrid took a deep breath. "I'd been fantasizing about this, doing it the night of your father's funeral. I would have conceived, getting pregnant with your baby. I could now have been over six months pregnant. No one would have guessed that you are the real father, and not Rudy."

Dirk looked surprised. "Surely, I would have been able to make the connection."

Ingrid giggled. "Not if I told you that I had sex with your father on day twelve of my cycle, while tonight was day eighteen! I've got a diary as proof!"

Dirk was intrigued. "How could I get you pregnant on day eighteen?"

Ingrid smiled. "I have a predictable thirty-two-day period, which means that I ovulate on day eighteen. This is how your father got me pregnant in the first place. We thought that it was safe!"

Dirk smiled. "So, why do you continue to trap me?"

Ingrid released her legs, allowing Dirk to fully pull out. "To give your sperm time to seep through my cervix and into my uterus, like in my fantasy."

Dirk's dick stirred in response, growing at the thought of him impregnating his stepmother. His dick tucked inside Ingrid and hips involuntarily pushed forward. "Then I must make sure that enough sperm makes it through your cervix! There should be crowds swimming up your tubes." He loved the idea.

Ingrid responded and rotated her hips, allowing Dirk to go deeper. She purred, as he pulled back and drove deep into her. Dirk's youthful thrusts had more energy than his father's.

The wet, sloppy sounds spurred Dirk on to work his dick rhythmically into Ingrid's pussy. His earlier jizz formed a foamy froth at her opening. His mind focused on delivering another virile load into Ingrid's pussy.

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Ingrid got up and bundled the fabric of her shorts' gusset onto her vulva, to stem the flow of Dirk's baby batter. Once in the safety of the bathroom, she pulled the shorts onto her knees and sat down on the toilet. A blob of semen came out of her pussy along with a blast of air. More air escaped from her pussy, blowing semen bubbles as it discharged. Semen continued to drip from her vagina, even after the last of the air bubbles inside her had escaped.

Dirk had gotten up as well and unrolled a length of toilet paper to wipe his dick. He discarded the paper through Ingrid's spread-out legs. "I never helped you with the boxes you mentioned over the winter break."

Ingrid chuckled, as it was only a pretense, but she could think of one task. "There is a box on the top shelf of your father's cupboard, the one on the left. It is too heavy for me to get off." She stood up from the toilet, which caused semen to seep down her legs.

Dirk easily lifted the box off the shelf. Where do you want it?"

"Next to my dressing table, so I can sit while working through the stuff."

Dirk looked at Ingrid. "Anything else?" His dick tucked at the sight.

Ingrid looked at Dirk. "That's all for now, thank you. I'm slowly but surely working through your father's stuff. You can't imagine how much junk gathered over the years." Her strength started to return and she looked at Dirk. "When did you figure?

Dirk bit his lip before he answered. "Yesterday, when we hit the road. Steve asked me if I had ever thought about doing it with you. I told him 'no', but it got me thinking. I think he, too, may try his luck with you, so keep your fantasies for yourself."

He lifted the lid of the box and titles on the back covers of pornography videos made him smile. Then a leather-bound book caught his eyes and he picked it up.

Ingrid looked at Dirk, he was her stepson again, no longer the hero of her fantasies who impregnated her. What had happened was a once-off event, better be a once-off. She was in control of herself again. "Get dressed and close the door when you leave, and don't make a noise." She stepped out of her soiled shorts and into the shower. She needed to clean up and make a new start.

Dirk gestured at Ingrid's soiled shorts and then at the bed. "It's just as well, I'm going to retire. I have to get up early, so sorry to leave you with this mess." Intrigued, he opened the book and looked at the first page while walking to his discarded clothes. He didn't recognize his great-grandfather's flowing handwriting. His heart started to race when he read the two words: 'The Archives'. He put the book next to the condom on the dressing table and stepped into his boxers.

Steve's muted grunt, as he exploded into the condom, could be heard from next door. Dirk smiled. "And we don't want anyone else to know..."

Dirk looked up as Ingrid turned on the shower's spray. His dick stiffened as water started to run over her body. He smiled as he slipped out of his boxer and shirt, he may have a final innings with his stepmother. He squirted shower soap into his palm as he stepped into the shower. He rubbed his hands together, before wrapping his hands around Ingrid's body. One hand lathered a breast, the other started to explore her pubic area, where a new stream of cum trickled down Ingrid's thigh.

Dirk planted a kiss in her neck before he bent her over and filled her up from behind. Ingrid purred contently and sighed as she gave her body over to be abused by Dirk for one more time...

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