Collection Of Stories

"Maybe," I said with a chuckle. Images of Lucy dirty dancing with me and out short make out session flashed, and I smiled.

"Well. I don't mind," the blonde vixen said with a shrug. "They're all babes and this is one magic c.o.c.k."

She stepped forward and ran her hand over my groin.

"What about Tori?" I asked.

"What about her?" She replied.

"You don't care that I'm f.u.c.k.i.n.g my sister?" I added. She seemed not to care but I wanted her to say it.

"No. I know you two love one another and I wouldn't want to stop that." She gave me and smile and a quick kiss. "Besides. I've never seen Tori so happy since you got home. Just don't forget me," she finished with a wink.

"I would never dream of forgetting about you Vicky," I said with a chuckle. It was true too, she was so gorgeous and s.e.x.u.a.l, most guys would chop off their left nut for a night with her.

"By the way," I asked, remembering something. "What's up with Liz? She seems to hate me."

"Don't worry about her," Vicky sighed. "She's just not trusting of guys. I think she might actually be into girls."

"Well I want to be friends with her. I just don't know how to get on her good side," I added.

"Just give her time. Maybe flash your magic d.i.c.k," my lover suggested with a wink.

I faked a sigh and Vicky laughed at me.

"We should probably get back out there. There's no chance they think we aren't up to anything in here," I said, checking the time. We'd been in here for over half an hour.

"Probably a good idea," Vicky replied.

We shared a quick kiss before leaving my room, everyone was still in the living room when we entered, and my father had joined them. Sitting between my sister and mother on the couch. Liz looked up first when we came in, frowned, and looked thoughtful. Tori gave me a sly smile while our parents weren't looking.

"Well you two certainly took your time," my mother said with a raised eyebrow as we took a seat on the couch beside Liz—Vicky seated herself between us.

"Just straightening things out Stacey," my blonde lover replied.

My mother nodded but didn't say anymore. My dad actually looked proud when I looked his way, giving me so subtle of a nod that I wondered if I'd imagined it.

My family sat around for the next hour talking with the twins, catching up and showing photos from their trip. After a respectable amount of time passed, my father stood and bid the ladies a good night.

"Jason. Let's go have a chat," He said before walking towards the stairs, not waiting for me. I said my goodbyes to Vicky and Liz and followed my father. He was in his study again—where he seemed to spend most of his time at home—with a glass in each hand. He handed me one when I approached.

"So, Vicky and Hayley," he said whilst he looked out the window, admiring the view.

"Yeah. Kinda," I replied.

To my surprise he actually smiled. It was a half-smile, unnoticeable to anyone who didn't know the man.

"Dangerous games you play my boy," he added before taking a sip of his drink.

"Well...Hayley and I haven't done anything. She has a boyfriend," I replied, and took a drink of the strong liquor.

My father laughed at my words, he actually laughed. I'd rarely seen this man smile, let alone laugh with any kind of mirth. I always imagined he would have a cartoon villain laugh, twirling his non-existent moustaches while doing so. I was learning more and more about my family in the short time I'd been home.

I swirled my glass for a moment while I tried to collect my thoughts. I wanted to talk to my father about what had changed, why was he being a father to me now when he never had before. The issue I was presented with was I knew he could be prickly, if I offended him by calling him out on being a bad father when I was younger it might sour his mood towards me now.

"Something on our mind Jason?" he asked.

I looked up to see him studying me, his neutral face void of any thoughts or feelings.

"Dad...I need to ask you something," I said.

"Go ahead. You know I always want honesty over anything else," he replied.

"Why were you so distant with me?" I asked simply.

There was a long silence, so long I considered just leaving and cutting my losses. But before I could finally make the choice, my father spoke.

"First off, I'd like to apologize," he said-words I never imagined hearing from him ever. "You were different to myself when I was your age. That's not a bad thing, but I didn't know how to handle it at the time." He took another sip of his drink and I waited for him to continue.

"You know my father was a tough man, and I never wanted to be like him. But here I am." He turned to face me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You were different. You were incredibly smart as a boy and you always wanted to do things your way. For a man raised how I was, I found it difficult to accept that."

"Pop was always do as I say or piss off," I cut in, causing my father to smile and chuckle.

"That he was. But I'm done being like him, he is a bitter old man that doesn't even have the love of his children." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I wanted you to be more like me, as my father did when he raised me. But maybe I should be more like you."

His words truly shocked me. I'd gone away hating my father, my sister and feeling indifferent about my mother, not caring if I saw any of them again. But I'd come home to a sister who had secretly loved me and a father who—because of his upbringing—struggled to tell me how he felt. I think I was going to enjoy being home.

I placed my drink on his desk and hugged my old man. He laughed before returning the embrace.

"I take it this means you forgive me," he said once our manly hug had ended.

"Of course dad, but can I ask...what made you decide to do this now?" I asked.

"Your sister. She missed you terribly after you left and blamed me for you leaving, and she helped me see that while you may not be the son I expected, you're the son I have, and nothing can replace you."

I fought to keep my tears at bay, and I could see my old man was a little teary eyed himself. As little as we were alike, neither of us would actually cry in someone else's presence.

"I'm glad to be home," I said.

"I'm glad you are too son," he replied.

"Oh btw...I drove your car," I confessed.

"I know. I told your sister you could," he replied.

"What...she told me too but said..." I cut myself off and started laughing. I'd have to get her back for this.

"I'm glad you two are getting along," my old man said with a smile.

"Now I just have to see if I can get along with mum," I replied.

"Good luck with that," my father said with a chuckle. "Let me know when you do, I'm still trying to figure out how."

We laughed together and finished our drinks. I took his and my glass to refill them and we seated ourselves to chat and catch up. He even whipped out the good cigars.

At around 10:00pm my father called it a night, saying he couldn't keep up with someone so young these days, even though he'd drank twice as much as I did. We said our goodnights and he told me his study was now mine, that I could use it for peace and quiet whenever I wanted. We hugged once more and then my old man was gone, I sat down at his desk and swirled my unfinished drink.

I only sat there for a few minutes, right up until I heard my parents f.u.c.k.i.n.g in the next room. My mother had a set of lungs on her and my dad must have really been giving it to her because the bed was slamming against the adjacent wall with a steady, rhythmic pounding. I downed my drink and quickly left the study to head downstairs; the apartment was surprisingly sound-proof and the noises of my parental lovemaking was diminished in the living room. I guessed it would be gone completely in the bedrooms.

With both of my parents indisposed, I decided I needed some quality sibling time with my little sister.

She looked up to me over her black rimmed glasses. She was dressed in simple cotton shorts and small tank top—the like of which she usually wore to bed—which left her toned abs exposed. Her hair was freshly brushed and pulled back into a ponytail that would hang down to her perfectly toned b.u.t.t. She really was a beauty.

"Hey you," she said when our eyes met.

"Hey you too," I replied. "What are you up to?"

"Just chatting with Vicky," she said, wiggling her phone.

"About me I'm hoping?" I added as I crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed.

"She told me she knows and is happy so share," Tori said after I seated myself.

"Looks like things are gonna work out," I rested my hand on her lower back and my sister gave me a happy smile.

"Yeah. I'm glad," Tori wiggled closer to me and pressed her body against my leg. "I love you Jason."

"I love you too Tori," I replied.

"We probably shouldn't," my sister said with a touch of disappointment in her tone.

"It's fine," I whispered, and kissed her softly. "Mum and Dad are in bed," I kissed her jaw, then her neck. "and they're not sleeping."

Tori m.o.a.n.e.d each time my lips pressed her soft skin, her hands roamed up my back, already pulled at my shirt.

"Kind of gross to think about," she said.

"And f.u.c.k.i.n.g your brother isn't?" I replied.

We both paused our kissing and touching and started laughing like two siblings laughing at some inside joke only they knew. I knew my baby sister would never be a sibling like most had and I didn't want her to be; I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her. So, I did just that.

I kissed her fully on the lips, which she now returned with gusto. I couldn't do much with my hands as I was holding myself over her, but her hands had my shirt off in a flash and her lips moved back to mine. Then my baby sister and I broke apart and stripped down to our birthday suits. We didn't care about looking s.e.xy while we did it, or who did what when it came to getting n.a.k.e.d. We just needed to feel one another.

As expected, my sister was well and truly lubricated for me and I slipped into her easily. Out of all the positions we'd experienced together, I enjoy missionary the most with my gorgeous sister.

F.u.c.k.i.n.g her from behind was amazing, and so was having her on top, but I loved being above her and looking into her eyes as I entered her.

I did just that, slipping my length into my sister's tight, wet tunnel. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands clung to my back as I rocked my pelvis into her with smooth, slow motions. We both felt the mood of one another, and we weren't just f.u.c.k.i.n.g, we were m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e now. Gone was our frantic race to make the other climax and exhaust ourselves in the process, now we simply enjoyed the feel of one another. Her skin felt like it was on fire and her v.a.g.i.n.a gripped and groped at my c.o.c.k with every pass through her. I couldn't get enough of her body, her touch.

We kissed almost non-stop during our love making session, our tongues constantly lapping at the others, only stopping when I kissed or nibbled on her neck.

An hour later I was filling her w.o.m.b as she shuddered, her pulsing tunnel milking me for all I was worth. All the while we m.o.a.n.e.d into one another's mouths.

We fell asleep with me spooning my baby sister, my semi hard c.o.c.k nestled between her t.h.i.g.hs and my arms wrapped about her n.a.k.e.d body. I had worries that my parents might catch us, but they were dashed when I refused to let anything ruin this night. Hours later I woke to my baby sister s.u.c.k.i.n.g me hard and mounting me for one hell of a midnight ride.

That was the first time I was glad for the apartment's soundproofing, and there would be many more.