Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02

... silent, I began to wonder if it would happen after all. The sunlight gave way to the dim of twilight and the pale illumination of my bedroom lamp. I began to yawn, growing tired. Finally, around 11 PM, Alice texted me.

Alice: come here right now omg

I was putting my pants on and tip-toeing down the hallway in seconds. I had heard the front door close and some scattered conversation downstairs a bit earlier, but nothing else yet. Mom's bedroom door was closed shut, a tell-tale sign that she was inside. And she had someone in there with her.

I tapped on Alice's door and she quietly turned the knob. The creak the door made as it slid open felt deafening. My sister ushered me inside in a hushed tone and I shut it closed behind us.

"Oh my god," she hissed with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Sex is SO happening right now."

She looked beautiful. It was her standard evening attire of a loose T-shirt and panties. Her bra-less nipples stood out like pebbles. Her legs were bare and slender. She led me to the vent in the wall where we both pressed our ears in rapt anticipation.

There was slapping. There was moaning. There were male grunts and feminine sighs. And best of all, there was talking.

"Oh my god, Rich! Rich! Rich! Oh yes, fuck this pussy. Fuck me, baby, yes..."

I heard a slap and a gasp.

"Yeah, you like daddy's cock?" came a gruff voice. "You like being a dirty slut for daddy?"

"Oh yes, your cock feels so good, baby. I love it I love it I ...

... love it."

I felt a jolt of arousal. My cock stiffened. My heart pounded. Alice pressed herself up against me at the vent and giggled softly in my ear.

"He says the dirty things too," she whispered. "And not just about her."

I was about to ask her what she meant by this when I heard him speak again.

"I bet your sexy little bitch of a daughter wants it too," said the man. "I've seen her walking around in those slutty outfits of hers, showing off her skin."

"Oh god, Rich, please don't... please don't talk about Alice that way."

There was a meaty slap.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I'll talk about her if I goddamn want."

My stomach dropped out. He was talking about my sister. In a sexual way. This was far too much for me to handle.

"Alice," I said, looking at her. She had this expression on her face like she could hardly contain her laughter. Her hands went up to her mouth and she suppressed a girlish squeal.

"Shh!" she hushed me. "Listen."

I put my ear back up to the vent and Mom let out a high, piercing wail. It was far too loud to be discreet, even she must've known that. He slapped her and she moaned out again.

He was making her. He was forcing her to be loud.

"Oh god! Rich! Slow down, please slow down. We have to be quiet."

"Not a chance, baby."

We heard the increasing rattle of Mom's headboard against the wall. The bed springs shook violently. The tell-tale slapping of sex against sex filled the room. I reached down to my crotch and ...