In a voice that was muffled but still clearly audible, my dad said “God Rachel, your pussy tastes so good!” Not Helena, my mother’s name, but mine! Fucking. Blowjob sex This illicit sex show of forbidden lust was so much better than my own fantasies, and my fingers itched to get at my clit, but at that moment I felt a presence at my side, and my brother’s voice whispered in my ear. There it was. After my daily shower (washing out the semen of an energetic schoolboy I had fucked that afternoon), I loitered in the bathroom for minute after minute, knowing that only my daddy was in the house. I don’t know what I expected. I hurried straight on, down the corridor to my room, and shut the door loudly. As he licked her twat, he was imagining licking mine, and clearly loving it. But it had to end. When I came, it erupted through me like a volcano, but I knew I had to be
