Jane rolled over when I walked in the door and propped herself up on her elbows. I walked to her instantly and kissed her mouth for a very long time. Her breath was sweet and all the longing I had been feeling for the last two days swelled up inside me.
“Do you like my panties?” she asked.
“They’re cute,” I said. “Why?”
“They’re Kitty’s,” she said. I lay down next to her on the bed and ran my fingers down her stomach to where the elastic fit snugly about her waist.
“And why are you wearing your little sister’s panties?”
“I thought you might like the idea of me wearing something that is normally pressed against her tight little cunt. She shaves it you know. She showed me yesterday.”
“Your baby sister showed you her shaved cunt?” I was suddenly worried that she had done something without me.
“She was getting out of the shower. It wasn’t a big deal. She had no clue why I was so interested.”
I pressed my hand against her cunt through the thin fabric and then moved my mouth down her body to her stomach. I traced my fingers lightly over her thighs, and then back to the pink cotton. Without a word, I pushed her legs open and she squealed in delight as I climbed between them. I kissed her stomach and then her thighs, but just before I opened my mouth on the wet fabric she stopped me.
“Wait. I want to make a phone call while you do it. Once he answers then you can start.” She had pulled the phone onto the bed, and I looked at her with confusion. When I looked back to her mostly naked body, it suddenly seemed unimportant. I was going to bury my face into her cunt and see if I could taste something of her sister.
“Hi Daddy, it’s me,” she purred into the phone. I opened my mouth without pause and pulled her to me, pressing my tongue against the fabric.
“No, it’s just me. I’m in bed, and I missed you. Do you have a minute?”
I bit the inside of her thigh, and she swatted at me, before going back to her conversation. They talked for a few minutes, and by then I had moved the wet, pink, material to one side to discover that Jane had shaved her cunt as well. She was completely smooth, and my tongue found every inch of her instantly.
“Did I upset you the other day in the shower? I didn’t mean to, it’s just that you were leaving and I wanted to hug you, and you’re just so handsome…” she was quiet for a moment and I could tell she was trying not to make a sound. I pushed two fingers inside her and she closed her eyes.
“Do you think I’m pretty? I mean, that morning, when I opened the curtain, did you think I was pretty then?” I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I slowed down enough so I could listen more closely.
“Of course, but you always tell Kitty how pretty she is, and so I thought if you saw me, you might think I was pretty too.” She paused. “I told you, I’m in bed.” Silence again. “Daddy! I’m wearing the same thing I was when you last saw me. Is that bad? Would you prefer if I didn’t call you naked? Does it make you uncomfortable?”
Her pussy was soaking wet now, and it was not from my tongue. She pushed her hips down towards me, and I thrust my fingers more deeply inside her. I slowly pressed my lips against her as she continued.
“Can I tell you something? I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes when I’m talking to you on the phone… when you’re far away… sometimes… I touch myself.”
I stopped and stared at her. Her eyes were closed and she was holding her breath. It was a moment that lasted forever, but finally, she broke out into a huge smile.
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered as her hand slipped between her legs. “Will you do it too? I can already hear you breathing, but I want to know that you’re… touching yourself too.”
I stood up and pulled my clothes off quickly. Her legs were spread wide and Kitty’s panties were still slipped to one side showing off her red, and very swollen, cunt. I took my cock in hand as I crawled back up onto the bed, and without a word, I slid inside her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, but she still held the phone close to her head.
“Do you know what I think about when we talk? When I slip my hand into my panties and listen to your voice, I think about you bringing me into your room. Mom is outside, and we leave her at the door and lock it behind us.” Jane’s breathing was growing faster as I fucked her, and she was no longer worried about keeping quiet.
“I picture you taking off my clothes and laying me down on your bed. You stare at me, and I know you want to do so many things to me, but there isn’t time. You take out your cock and crawl between my legs. You put one hand on my neck and squeeze as you start to fuck me. I want you to choke me and fuck me, Daddy.” Her moaning grew louder, and I was close to coming as well. She clenched around me, thrusting her hips up to meet me, and then suddenly she stopped. She pushed me back and rolled over onto her knees.
“When I’m alone, I often close my eyes Daddy, and I kneel on my bed, pretending it’s you fucking me from behind. Is it bad that I do that? Is it bad that I need you to fuck me?”
I pushed back into her cunt, the pink panties still around her hips, and I closed my eyes as we fucked. She thrust back onto me, and she moaned louder and louder. She was no longer holding the phone. Her story had turned into grunts and moans, and for a moment I thought I heard another voice making deep throaty sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Wrap your hands around my throat and fuck me so hard,” she moaned over and over again as I slammed into her small body. When I finally slid one finger inside her ass it was over. She began to shake and scream, begging him to fuck her harder, and I exploded inside her tight cunt. She trembled and yelled, telling him to fill her with his big cock, and through the receiver, I heard his own sounds of release.
It took her a while to calm down, but even then her breathing was fast. She stayed there on her knees, her ass in the air, and the phone pressed against her ear.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she finally said before reaching over and hanging it up.
We both collapsed next to each other, and she rolled over and kissed me.
“That was so awesome,” she said.
“Was that really your dad?” I asked.
“Step-dad, but yeah. I’ve known him almost my whole life, so it’s like the same thing. I don’t even know who my real dad is,” she panted, nearly out of breath.
“That’s fucked up,” I said. “How did you know he’d go along with it?”
“I knew that if I brought it up he wouldn’t be able to say no. Mom’s right. He’s a sick fuck, and once he saw me in the shower I knew I had him. He came so fucking hard over the phone I think he must have woken up the entire building. He’s going to drive himself crazy with guilt, and the next time he calls he’s going to tell me it can never happen again.”
“Are you going to fuck him for real?”
“If we can figure out a way to make sure you’re there too. This is all about us, Jack.” I kissed her with a loud sigh of relief. It was about us, but in our few days apart, I had begun to worry if it was more about Jane than anything else. She held me and we listened to the sound of the TV downstairs until we heard a door open and then footsteps in the hallway.
“Hello Kitty,” I whispered…
From my taboo novella The Yes Rule