The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... kiss on the forehead before pouring coffee for the both of them. “Where's your sister?” She asked, a twinge of concern in her voice. “Still not feeling well. We came back from our jog early, and I put her back in bed. She's probably up there playing with herself.” Her father coughed, and her mother frowned. “Stephanie, that's not nice.” “Sorry, Mom.” “It looks like you have things well in hand,” Melanie said, “maybe I should check on her. I'll get her in to see the doctor tomorrow.” Stephanie watched her mother's gorgeous ass sway out of the room and up the steps. She turned back to her cooking, plunked a couple of waffles and some sausage onto a plate, and brought it over to the table. She placed the plate in front of her father, leaning across the table so that her big tits hung down in front of his eyes. He glanced up, pausing with his coffee halfway to his mouth. “Thanks, honey.” he stammered. “Anything else you'd like, daddy?” she asked coyly, still bent over the table. There was a heavy silence between them for just a moment, during which her father's eyes were locked on her over-sized teenage fuck melons. He swallowed hard, and pulled his gaze away. “I, um, I think that will do it,” he choked out, “maybe some more cream for the coffee?” Stephanie stood and blatantly pushed her tits out, asking, “Any particular kind of cream you like?” She padded over to the fridge, opened it up and bent over, sticking her perfect, round ass out for her father. “Well,” he said, “some ...

... milk, or the french vanilla will be fine. Lady's choice.” Stephanie grabbed the milk, and brought it over, popping the cap off. She stood at his shoulder and poured a dash into his coffee for him, then set it on the table. She threw her arms around his neck from behind and put her lips next to his ear. “That nasty creamer shit is full of chemicals. You should stick with the milk. I can't have my big daddy getting all sick from a bunch of garbage! How could you keep your fat daddy stick up for mom if you put that shit in your belly?” “Stephie,” he gasped, “what's with you?” “Me? Nothing, daddy. I just want you to be healthy!” The teasing teen kissed his neck and pulled away, fleeing from the kitchen with her heart racing. She dashed into the bathroom to shower and bring herself off, the image of her father's huge prick in her mind. Down the hall, Melanie peeked through Tori's partially open door, watching as her hard-bodied daughter plunged her fingers in and out of her teenage pussy yet again. It seemed that Stephanie had been right. This was at least two days straight that Tori had hidden in her room masturbating. This time, though, she wasn't really hiding. She'd left the door open as though she wanted to be caught. Maybe she was developing a fetish for being watched? As Tori writhed on the bed in pleasure, Melanie's hand strayed to her own pussy, which was quickly becoming excited again. She'd just cum hard while John fucked her in the shower, but the sight of Tori's naked ...