Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

“What are you doing? I said DON’T stop! You better F**K me and quit messing around!”

The moment was gone. I grabbed hold of her legs and drilled her as hard as I could. She was screaming at the top of her lungs reaching for anything to grab and sq££ze. She wanted to be F***ed and that’s exactly what I was doing. The more I F***ed her, the closer I was to blowing my load, but I didn’t want to come in her and have her leaking my Pour in the car, so I decided to Pour on her chest.

“F**K Rita I’m about to come!”
“Pour on me, Pour all over my face and tits! Shoot your Pour all over me!”

Just then I pulled out and shot three spurts of Pour on her face and the rest all over her tits.

I fell back into the seat and watched her rub my Pour into her skin.

“Looks good on you,” I said mocking the guy from earlier. She smiled at me, and then kicked me in the ribs.

“You should thank him, he just scored you some wonderful s*x! Oh god that was good.”

She was right about that, it was some wonderful s*x, and I planned on getting more from her before the day is over. We decided to leave before someone came and saw what we were doing. I didnt want her to have to keep the Pour on her, so since I had on two shirts, I let her use one to wipe the Pour off her face and chest. After we got ourselves together, we finished getting dressed, hopped in the front seats and headed home in satisfied silence.

In our haste to find a secluded spot, we ended up on the other side of town, and as if that didnt help we were caught in rush hour, great.

When we finally got back home it was around 5:45; dad was setting up trays all over the place when we walked in. I hid the Pour stained shirt from his view as we acknowledged each others presence and went upstairs to our respective rooms. We had some time to kill before the concert, so we played Wii Sports in her room.

I was really whooping her for a while so I decided to make her a proposal.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?”

“What do you have in mind, even though I can clearly see where this is going.”

“We play one game, if I win, you have to let me F**K you in the butt0ckz,” I said grinning.

She jumped in surprise, I know she’s never even thought of anal s*x, but after today I have to try it. She thought long and hard for a while, I could tell she didn’t want to do it, and then she smiled an evil grin, which made me nervous.

“Ok, but if I win, you have to eat my K!ttyC@t when I want you to, and you have to buy me some earrings to go with this lovely necklace.”

Now it was my turn to think, it was a steep price, but she sU-Cks at this game, so I agreed.

We both picked baseball and started playing.

We got all the way to the last inning with no score, and she was up. I struck her out twice, then her created person came up to bat and hit a dam home run, I couldn’t believe it.

“Whoo! Oh yea, time to pay up!” she said cheerfully. She took off her p@anties, but left on the skirt she had on, and sat on the foot of her bed with her legs spread wide.

“Now this scene looks familiar,” I said as I kneeled down in front of her K!ttyC@t.

“Less talking, more eating” she said back as she grabbed my head and shoved it right into her K!ttyC@t. I wasn’t eating her out for a minute before we heard a knock on the door and it opened.”Rita, can I talk to you?” It was dad.

We both froze, he walked into the room but stopped just inside the door, so as long as he stayed there, he couldn’t see what we were doing. There would be no way to explain the position we were in, so I thought if we were gonna get caught, then I wanna be caught doing something, so I continued to eat her K!ttyC@t.

“Hey Rita I need to ask you something.”

Rita, straining not to m0an, pulled herself together enough to answer him. “Yes dad, w-what is it?”

“If you were your mother, what would you want for your 15th anniversary?”

She tried to push my head away, but I wouldn’t budge, she tasted so good, like a sweet pineapple mixed with her s*x, I couldn’t pull myself away, even if it meant getting caught by dad.

“Your anniversary isn’t for a while dad, why are you planning it now?”

“After last years fiasco I’m not taking any chances, I want everything to be set so I don’t have to worry about anything, I just don’t know what to get her.”

I have to commend Rita, she was really controlling herself, because I was really eating her up, cl!t and all, and she kept her composure. The thrill of dad being there made me aroused even more.

She managed to turn her top half around and look at him. “Why don’t you take her on a vacation?”

He thought for a minute, and then he smiled. “A vacation! That could work! Rita you’re a genius!” He must have been coming in to hug her because she screamed.

“No, don’t come in here! I’m about to change!”

“Oh ok, thanks again sweetie!”

He locked her door and closed it as he left.

Turns out he left just in time because she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, then she closed her legs around my head and I felt the familiar feeling of female juices hitting my face.

As usual I drank up every drop I could as she fell back onto her bed, then I moved up and kissed her full on the lips, letting her taste her own juice in the process.

“I hate you,” she said catching her breath.

“I love you too,” I said back. “You know you really are a genius, with them gone on vacation we’ll be here all by ourselves.”

“Then I hope you’re gonna be hungry that week cause you’ll be eating a lot of K!ttyC@t for what you just did!”

“If you taste as good as you do right now I’ll eat you out anytime you want me to. Best. K!ttyC@t. Ever.”

She smiled at that and pulled me to her and forced her lips to mine. We kissed for a while and then went to help dad set up for their party.

As we set up more and more stuff, I noticed they were having a wine tasting party. A bunch of men and women in their mid-thirties drunk and hungry? No thanks. Just then mom came in the front door, by herself to my relief.
She noticed everything set up around the house and plopped on the couch.

“Thank you guys so much! I really don’t think I could’ve set this up myself,” she said tired.

Just then I remembered the concert, I looked at the clock, 7:07, the concert started at eight, so Rita and I went to get ready. She took a shower first because it takes her longer to get ready;
I took mine and was dressed and ready to go in 20 minutes, so I went downstairs to wait. Mom was still on the couch when I went into the living room, so I thought id talk to her while I waited.

“How about a foot massage?”

“Well you never did finish the first one, and my feet are killing me, so why not,” mom said as she kicked off her shoes. She let out a few little m0ans as I rubbed her feet, but nothing too big.

“You know me and your aunt had a nice little chat on her way home.”

“Oh yea, about what?”

“About you and Rita, but mostly about you.” I knew where this conversation was headed, but I decided to play it out.

“I hope it was good things being said.”

“Believe me, it was all good things!”
“I could only imagine the things you two talked about.”

“Oh you’d like what we were discussing, we talked about the “interaction” one of us had with you,” she said making air quotes.
I found it weird that I was so comfortable talking to mom like this, flirting with her, only hours after finding out she knew all about us.

“Oh yea? What was said? Which one of you was in my room?”

Before anything else could be said Rita came into the living room.

“Ok, all ready! U2 here we come!”
She sounded like a little girl, and looked like one with the pigtails, but dam if she didn’t look good. She had on the same U2 shirt I had on and she was wearing a skirt.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to rain check this for now mom.”

“That’s ok honey, have fun at the concert you two,” she said as she winked at me and smiled. We said goodbye, got in the car, and headed for the concert.

On the way to the concert Rita was looking at me weird, but I pretended not to notice.

“Don’t act like you don’t see me looking at you! What were you and mom talking about when I was upstairs?”

“I was trying to figure out which one of them it was I slept with.”

“You know she’s not gonna tell you, she’s gonna horde it over you until she can use it against us. Did she at least give you any clues?”

“You came downstairs just as she was about to spill, with your bad timing,” I teased.

“You better watch it, she’s gonna wait till I go somewhere and she’s gonna s£duce you, and knowing you, you’ll fall for it.”

“You just said it, she’s gonna try to catch me by myself, I’m almost never by myself, but lets not worry about that now, lets go enjoy the concert that my beautiful sister/girlfriend was kind enough to buy tickets for.” With that she eased up and relaxed, just then we pulled into the convention center where the concert was.

We parked, paid, and went in to take our seats.

When we went in the opening bands were still playing, so we sat back and waited for U2 to come out. For a while I was listening to the band on stage, tuning everything out, but I realized I shouldn’t have been. Rita was talking it up with some guy sitting next to her, it wasn’t one of those “I’ll talk to you to be polite” talks, but she was laughing and really paying attention. Needless to say I was getting a little jealous. There was nothing but guys sitting around me so I had no one to talk to, and I wasn’t gonna be an asshole and interrupt their conversation, so I told her I was going to a souvenir stand. I knew she could tell I was jealous by the way I left so abruptly. I found a small stand and bought a couple noisemakers and some lighters, and then walked around for a while to give them time to finish their conversation. All of a sudden I feel two arms swing around my back and land on my stomach, then I feel a head rest on my back.

I turn my head around as much as I can to see Rita hugging me.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,”

she said almost whispering.

I didn’t say anything, as I couldn’t think of what I could say, so I just put my hands over hers and interlocked fingers. “You always find ways to make me want you even more, when we get home, I’m gonna show you that you don’t have anything to be jealous about,” she said and then pulled me in the direction of the concert hall. I wanted to kiss her right there but I couldn’t take the chance of anyone we know seeing us, so I fought off my urges (and my hard-on) and we went back to the concert.

We got back to our seats just in time, as the lights went out and someone announced U2 to the stage. The lights came back on and there they were, on stage. Right away I began taking pictures with the camera I brought of them on stage, and Rita and I making stupid faces.

The lighting and effects were flawless.
They didn’t waste any time getting into their songs as they sung “Fast Cars, Magnificent, and All I Want Is You,” to name a few. Rita and I were singing every word right along with them and about 20,000 other people and blowing the noisemakers I had bought for us, we were having a blast. It was turning out to be the best concert id ever been to, even though it was the only one I’ve been to.

As we neared the end of the show, U2 told everyone to crowd the area in front of the stage (there was a big open space between the seats and the stage) for their last three songs.

Everyone rushed to get close to the stage, and soon we were surrounded by people on all sides. I volunteered to let Rita sit on my shoulders since she was shorter than everyone in front of her. As she sits on my shoulders I could feel the wetness of her p@anties on the back of my neck, but can’t reach around to touch her, so I massage her upper thighs to get her even more aroused. As they start their last song, “I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight,” I take a few more pictures as I let Rita down off my shoulders. I hug her from behind and sing the lyrics in her ear (it’s her favorite song by U2). I hear her breathing heavier as she sq££zes my hands. “I love you” was all I could make out her saying, but it was enough as I kissed her on the cheek to acknowledge I heard her. By now we had both forgotten about the mystery guy she was talking to. When the song ends, they say their thank yous and goodbyes and leave the stage.

We hang around for a few more pictures of the stage and of us before we follow everyone else out the door. We go to the souvenir stand one more time and buy shirts for our parents, then to the car as we head home.