POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin - Sex Stories

POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin

... whatever happens in this house is nobody else's business. Do you understand me, Son? Just like when your mother lived here, we don't talk about what happens here with anyone outside our immediate f****y, that’s you, me and Tina, no one else! “I just fucked your s****r, and no one should ever know that. You understand? Not ever! If you want to grow up in a foster home without any parents at all, you just tell somebody what you just saw. In the eyes of the law, it doesn’t matter that your s****r started all this. In the eyes of the law, I just ****d your s****r, and that’s a criminal offense. The fact that she sat on my dick won’t get me anything other than twenty years of hard time. Now, you saw what happened… so if you want our f****y to stay together, keep your mouth shut. Do you understand me, boy?" "Yes sir! I won't tell anyone, Dad. I promise... I won't!" "Good, it's important that you do understand, buddy… because if you don't, you and Tina will be taken away and put in separate foster homes. You'll never see her again. You'll never see me again! You'll never see your uncles, your cousins or your grandfather again. You'll live with strangers until you're eighteen and then you'll be thrown out into the street. You'll change schools every time they move you to another place and you'll never have any real friends. There'll be no vacations to the beach or to the mountains, and no tickets to a baseball or football game. You'll have nothing but a toothbrush and a single ...

... change of clothes, if that." David was a smart k**. He knew how his so‑called friends always blabbed when entrusted with a secret. He knew that if he told anyone, within a day or two everybody would know. He wasn't quite sure what he'd just witnessed, but he took his father's admonition at face value as to gravity of the consequences of talking about it, to anyone. He didn't want to be taken away from his dad and s****r. "I, I won't tell anyone, Dad. I promise. You can trust me!" "I do trust you, David. You're a great k**. Now, why don't you go on and go to bed." "Can't I finish the game?" Jerry laughed. David was a hardcore sports fan just like him. Looking at the strapping k**, Jerry wondered how long would it be before the k** fucked his big s****r. 'Soon I suppose, very soon,' he said to himself. Turning, Jerry lifted Tina from the sofa and carried her off to his bed. ***** Next morning David woke up when his alarm went off. Last night, thinking of what happened last night, he’d beat off so many times that his dick was sore. Pulling on his briefs, he sauntered into the kitchen, surprised that his dad wasn't already up with breakfast cooked and lunches ready. Looking into his dad's bedroom, he gawked at the sight of his father and his s****r sprawled naked on top of the covers. On the carpet, by the bed, he saw his dad’s soiled boxer shorts and three carelessly discarded condoms. He studied the two nude figures for several minutes, particularly feasting his eyes on his s****r's ...