Twin Japanese Nieces Pt17 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt17

... everyone. There was a large 5 gallon pot on the stove with steam just starting to come out of its top while several other side dishes simmered and bubbled away. It looked like this was going to be the only meal for the rest of the day. In a way I hoped it was. If we ate everything here, we would probably be set for a week. “Daddy,” Erin said as she handed me the tongs and the plate of steaks. “Would you take care of this please?” How could I resist? I stuck my hand back up under her shirt and drove my fingers back into her honey pot. Erin took a small step to the side to spread her feet apart. She stood quietly as I slid my fingers in and out of her several more times before licking them clean again. “How was that?” I said with a very mischievous look on my face. “I was talking about the steaks,” she said as she pursed her lips to the side and extended her hands with the food a little more. “Oh,” I said as I took the food and the tongs from her, acting like I was surprised that I had made a mistake. “You can have that anytime you want,” she said as she quickly lifted the front of her shirt to give me a quick view of her pussy. “But right now,” she said as she dropped the front of her shirt, “We need to get the steaks started.” “Yes mam!” I said, and I gave her a mock salute with the steak tongs. The playful banter was fun, and I definitely enjoy all of the interactions I have with my family; even when they are not of a sexual nature. But she really was right. If I did not ...

... get started on the steaks now, everyone would be eating raw meat. And I am sorry to offend those of you who like rare and medium rare steaks, but the only raw meat I eat around my house is pussy! The steaks get cooked. When I stepped out onto the patio it felt like I had just been dropped onto the surface of the sun. My thermometer, on the always shaded side of the house, read 102. Wow! I was going to do this as quickly as possible. With one push of a button the grill sprang to life. I really spent some bank of it, but it has proven to be worth every cent. As I picked up the tongs to grab the first steak, Jennie came out the patio doors carrying a large glass of some kind of punch that was loaded with ice. “Whew it’s hot!” she exasperated as she set the glass down on the edge of the bricks. “How long will it be?” “Not long,” I said as I dropped the first steak onto the hot bars, hearing it begin to sizzle at first contact. “I don’t want to melt out here.” “Well this should keep you refreshed,” she said as she picked up my glass and took a little sip. “I wouldn’t drink it too fast if I were you.” She said as she set the glass back down. “We wouldn’t want to have to pick you up off the grill.” With that said she turned and headed back into the house. What was she talking about? I dropped the last steak onto the grill and reached for the glass. It didn’t look to be anything more than just cool-aid with ice, so I lifted the glass and took a nice big swig. It didn’t hit me until the ...