Soccer Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Soccer Ch. 03

... right," Jessica whispered, letting go of my cock and getting up from the bed, causing Heather to follow suit. As they both picked up their panties from the floor and started putting them on again, Heather whispered, "Let's go watch some football!"

"Alright fine," I caved. I doubt that they would have made good on their threat, but I was in no mood to take that kind of chance, and risk losing the momentum we'd built up.

They both stopped putting on their panties and grinned at me.

"Spil it," Jessica said, not moving an inch -- letting me know that this could still go either way.

"She visited on Tuesday," I said.

"We already know that," Heather replied.

"Do you also know that she was only in the house for like ten minutes, to suck off dad and never even took off any of her clothes?"

"What? No way!" Jessica smiled, as she stepped out of her panties again and sat back down on the bed, slowly caressing my inner thigh.

"Do you have any proof?" Heather persisted, letting go of her panties, but not moving towards the bed yet.

"Yeah, sure... uhuh, I'll just ask the camera crew that's filming the house 24/7 to give you the tape of last Thursday," I quipped, slightly annoyed. The girls snickered.

But then, as Jessica started stroking my dick again, I suddenly had an idea.

"Although... hang on," I said, grabbing my phone and logging into the home security app.

"What are you doing?" Jessica asked, delicately rubbing her thumb over my cock ...

... head.

"Getting you your proof," I grunted, tapping buttons for a few more seconds, then pointing the screen towards them, "Here it is... why else would the front door open at 21.27 on a Tuesday night, and then again exactly eleven minutes later?"

The two of them leaned in and checked the info on my screen.

"Alright," Heather whispered, "And what about the rest? How could you possibly know that... unless..."

"I was peeking [moan] through the keyhole again, okay?" I admitted.

"Were you now?" Heather whispered, sitting back down on the bed, on my right, "And what did you see, you little perv?"

"Dad sat [moan] down on the bed, she got on her knees in front of him [moan] and sucked him off, without taking off her [moan] clothes," I said, staring down at Jessica's hand, firmly wrapped around my fat dick.

"Nothing? She didn't even show a little tit?" Heather asked.

"Nope."

"What about her shoes? Did she take those off?" Jessica asked.

"No [moan]."

Now pumping my hard dick fast and powerful, with her closed fist, Jessica glanced over at her sister, shrugged her shoulders and whispered, "I guess she just wanted cum!"

"Hmm, maybe she's not so bad after all," Heather giggled, knowing fully well that that comment would excite me greatly.

"Did you cum?" Jessica asked, in a soft voice.

I nodded my head, "I did."

"Before dad?"

Again, I nodded. "With [moan] several minutes to spare."

A few seconds of silence ensued.

"Just imagine," Heather whispered, ...