'Let's toss her out, Trish,' added Daphne. They allowed Sue Carson to hastily pull on a few garments. She looked totally disheveled, and tears were spilling from her eyes. Her hair was hanging in a stringy mass all over her face, and her body was beet red from the hot water shower. The worst part was her sore and swollen ass. She could barely stand up. The mete touch of her clothing made her rear swell and burn. Her humiliation was total. Hamilton had made a fool of her. Now she was out of a job, in a state of shock, and utterly debased. She didn't even protest when Tricia and Daphne took her by the arms and escorted her out of the house. 'Good-bye, Sue Carson,' they said in unison. Sue Carson looked at them with an incredulous expression on her face. 'But girls,' she protested. To her horror, she felt Tricia's angry foot on her rear, kicking her out of the house. Sue held her scalding bottom, gave a loud shriek, and ran to her car, burning with shame. Her humiliation was complete.
When they had slammed the door, the two sisters looked at each other. They had big grins on their faces. 'I guess that puts things back to normal,' said Tricia. Her face was relaxed and beaming. She felt like a mature, adult woman!
'Now the only one left is Uncle Paul,' said Daphne. 'Once we get rid of him, well have Daddy all to ourselves again,' she said.
'I think Uncle Paul will be a little hard to get rid of,' answered Tricia. Then a sly look passed across her face. 'On the other hand, I don't think it would be such a tragedy if Uncle Paul stayed around. He looks just like Daddy, and he fucks nicely too!'
'Agreed,' said Daphne. The two girls shook hands, and walked back to the bathroom. They were going to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from both their relatives. They really felt dirty and sexy. Never in their lives had they ever been involved in anything that was so totally filthy and sexy and lewd. Tricia knew that she had never been allowed to push around another girl before, especially one like Sue Carson, who was much older than she was. She felt little twinges of erotic thrills racing up and down her spine. She felt mature, lavicious, and ready for more sex. She was finally growing up!
When they got back to the bathroom, Uncle Paul and Hamilton were laughing. Paul had a sheet of photographs in his hand. Hamilton was looking at them with interest. Her father seemed to have regained his normal composure, and now he was laughing and smiling happily.
'Well, I'm so glad to get my girls back. Uncle Paul told me the whole story. I forgive all of you. I'm just glad we got back together again. There's nothing like a well-ordered home.'
'Yes, Daddy,' said Tricia and Daphne in unison.
They spent the next few hours cleaning up the house. Hamilton sent out for a Chinese dinner. They ate the egg-rolls hungrily, and washed everything else down with a big pot of tea. Hamilton was acting expansively friendly with his brother. They clapped each other on the shoulders and talked about old times. The two sisters merely sat on the edge of their chairs, watching the men for any signs of arousal. All of the events of the day had gotten both of them fantastically aroused. Tricia could feel her young furry cunt dribbling with excitement. She put her heel under her thigh, and rocked back and forth, keeping her cunt pressed against her foot. She winked at her sister. Daphne saw what she was doing, and she imitated her older sister. Soon, both of the little girls were rocking back and forth on their heels, stimulating their eager cunts. Tricia was wearing a thin nightgown, and her frizzy cunt hairs stuck out of the edges of the filmy pair of nylon panties that went with the outfit. To the total disappointment of the two girls, when their father finished eating, he pushed his chair back and announced that he was going to bed. Tricia looked at Daphne: 'Don't worry,' said the other girl, 'we'll take care of this tomorrow.' They went into their own bedrooms and fell asleep, after not a little amount of giggling and going over the day's events.
In the morning, Tricia and Daphne awoke at the same time. Tricia looked at Daphne, and the same idea seemed to cross their heads at the same instant. The two nude girls crawled out of bed together, and then slipped into loose bathrobes. Tricia studied Daphne, whose large breasts were spilling out of the front of the nightdress. Her strawberry nipples were getting hard and they made a soft impression against the filmy material. Tricia lay her head against her sister's chest, feeling the warm orbs as they flattened against her cheeks.
'Do you want to go into Daddy's room?' asked Daphne.
'Yes,' replied Tricia, giggling slyly. 'I think he needs some attention after all that happened the other day.'
'Yeah. I mean I simply cannot believe what that Sue Carson bitch wanted to do to him. I can see wanting to fuck him, but nobody I know would use photographs for blackmail,' she answered wisely. 'I wouldn't want to get Daddy into any trouble, even if he is a bastard!'
'I know. I really do like Daddy, you know,' she said assertively.
'So do I,' said Daphne with finality, 'let's go wake him up right this instant.'
The two half naked sisters walked silently down the hall, leaving the doors open behind them, so they wouldn't make any noise when they shut. They paused in front of the guest room. When they peered in, Uncle Paul was in there, sleeping soundly. Satisfied that their father was alone, the two girls crept into their father's bedroom.
Hamilton was fast asleep. He was nude, and the woolen blanket was half on his body, half off. His huge cock was fully erect, and it rested straight up, against his belly button.
'All men are like that in the morning,' said Tricia with authority, 'it's their morning piss-erection. Men are really good to fuck first thing in the morning. It's when they're the hardest.'
'Really?' said Daphne, 'I didn't know that.'
'Yes,' said Tricia with another affirmative shake of her head. Then silently, she licked her lips with her red moist tongue, and slowly knelt by the side of the bed. Hamilton didn't even stir. He was dead asleep. As Daphne watched her sister with mounting interest, Tricia brought her open mouth closer and closer to her father's cock. She could smell the musty odor of her father's penis. It was sweet, yet heavy smelling at the same time. She tenderly grasped the thick organ at the base, and then she let just the tip of her tongue flutter against the purple and bulbous glans.
Still, Hamilton didn't wake up. He let out a low groan in his sleep, and adjusted his position so that his cock was closer to the source of the sopping wet warmth of his daughter's mouth. Tricia stifled a giggle, then she pulled her mouth away from the cock, holding it very delicately by the root.
'C'mere, Daphne,' she whispered. Daphne stood in front of her sister. Tricia dipped quickly, and gave her sister's twat a long wet kiss, from the bottom of the slit all the way up to the clitoris. Daphne shuddered, and moved her cunt closer to her sister's face. 'No, you silly little idiot,' said Tricia, 'I'm not going to suck you, I just wanted to get you wet so that it would be easy for you to fuck Daddy once I get him ready!'
Daphne understood right away. She climbed on top of her sleeping father, and straddled his body, holding her body so that her downy bush barely touched his stiffly erect penis.
'No, no, back off a little bit,' whispered Tricia. Daphne did as she was told. While she waited, Tricia licked her gorgeous lips, and then brought her head closer to her father's huge penis. Hamilton stirred a little bit in his sleep. Tricia backed off, then, holding her head daintily, she again moved her lips closer to the stiff penis. With a light motion, she dipped her head down and engulfed her father's cock in her mouth. She nibbled on it gently, sucking it all the way from the base of the shaft. Her eyes were becoming cloudy as she nibbled on the cock to her heart's content. Hamilton was still asleep.
Daphne, from her position on her father's belly, angrily looked down on her sucking sister. Why did Tricia always get to he all the fun? She would have yelled at Tricia, but she was so afraid of waking her father, she managed to remain silent.
Tricia sucked a little harder. She brought her hand under the heavy balls, and rifted them up a fraction of an inch. The moist heat under the fleshy orbs dissipated slightly, and she felt a gentle rush of cool air glide through her fingers. The tip of the cock felt like silk in her mouth. She eagerly ate the penis. Her mouth worked more rapidly, as the heavy cock filled her throat.
A gushing stream of saliva spilled out of the comer of her mouth, as she happily sucked on his cock. She was just waiting for the instant that her father would wake up. She wanted to see the look of surprise on his face as he became aware of what was happening. Daphne stared with repressed rage. It was starting all over again. Her sister got to do all the good stuff, while she was forced to simply watch. There was nothing quite so bad as sibling rivalry, with their father's cock as the stakes.
Hamilton was fast asleep. The events of the previous days had just about exhausted him. He was in a deep stage of REM slumber, as the scientists say. Nothing could have woken him up… except a pair of warm teen-age
