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I posted this story a few weeks ago but took it down for some fine tuning after another review. I have revised it slightly.
A couple months after I turned 20, I enrolled in truck driving courses then left home to start long haul truck driving. I’d been driving for a little over three years and gotten home only occasionally. I was home on a short vacation for the first time in months when dad came to my room and asked outright, “You want to get buzzed?”
I didn’t hear him right, “What?”
“Buzzed, stoned, smoke a bowl. Pot, it’s legal in Colorado.”
My father knew I smoked pot in high school, and I know he indulged once in a while, but that was years earlier, and I’d never gotten stoned with him, “Dad?”
“Look, I know the trucking company takes a dim view of pot use, but by the time you get back on the road, if you have to piss in the bottle, you’ll be clean, sit back son, relax, enjoy your time off.”
“Jeeze dad, I don’t know ….”
“Come on , your sister is waiting, let’s go pass the bowl.”
I was double shocked, my dad invited me to smoke pot with him? And my little sister? “Did you say Tiffany was waiting? To smoke up with you --- and me?”
“Yeah, we’ve been getting high since her eighteenth birthday. I caught her puffing a bowl with two friends the night she turned eighteen, but I didn’t punish her, I joined her; after her friends left of course. Since you came home, she and I have been debating whether or not to invite you too. Come on, the bong is packed.”
I followed my father to the front room of the house where Tiffany was, when I came into the room she lit up with a big grin and asked “Are you going to join us, Vince?
I sat on the sofa next to her, “Yeah, fire it up.”
My sister lit off the bong, took a deep hit while her eyes were fastened on mine, then passed it to me with a big smile. I sucked a lungful then gave it to our father. After about three rounds I was buzzing nicely and loosening up with dad and Tiffany (my mother was living with her girlfriend in Chicago). We spent that first night smoking dope and drinking beer (yeah, my young sister had a couple too) and talking about my life on the roads and highways. Tiffany was agog with my tales of the sights I’d already seen, “I can’t wait to get out and see some more of the country. I really want to see some of the big cities.”
I reminded her, “You live in one of the big cities.”
“Yeah, but Denver is about as far from an ocean as the moon is from here. Is the water blue like all the pictures and videos show?”
“Yeah Tiff, the coasts, East and West are really cool. There are some nice beaches where you can burn your skin off in a day while staring at boys with big bulges in their swim trunks.”
“I wouldn’t do that Vince, burn my skin off that is” she said with a smile.
The next day my sister asked me to take her shopping then she invited me to lunch at Burger Fi. As we were waiting for our order she started, “Do you enjoy the freedom of living alone, traveling around the country?”
“Enjoy it? Maybe, but I’m on the road a lot, I don’t get a lot of time between trips to do much sightseeing. When I drop a trailer, there is usually another waiting to go somewhere else. I’ve covered a lot of ground, but haven’t seen too much. Most of my days are spent driving, most of my nights in the sleeper cab of the truck.”
The conversation went on for damn near two hours, my sister gleaning information about my life as a trucker, when and where I ate and slept, did laundry, shopped and stopped. The most invasive questions she asked were, “Do you ever get screwed?” and “Do you pay for it?” By the time we were home again, my life was an open book and my sister had read most of it.
That night we three hit the bong again, dad had bought some potent satvia, great for a deep steady high. As we laughed and tried to play Tri-ominoes I was watching my sister. Tiffany was just past nineteen, a senior in high school, and via puberty, transformed from a cute little girl to an alluring young woman. She was 5’7, weighed in about 125, not real slender but carrying her weight on some nicely rounded hips and breasts. Her hair which was naturally honey blonde, was done as a pixie cut, dyed silver with blue tinted strands, she wore three earrings in each ear, a crystal nose stud, and had a small shooting star tattoo just under her left ear. That night she wore a loose wide-neck red t-shirt with the logo, ‘Drake is Hot’, but obviously no bra, her nipples were a pleasant spectacle every time she moved just so. She didn’t seem to mind, or wasn’t aware that I was staring at them most of the night. She wore tight black hot-pants that hemmed just below her crotch, her long lovely legs were displayed nicely. By the time I had hit the bong twice, Tiffany was in the forefront of my thoughts, and they weren’t brotherly thoughts.
We gave up trying to play the game, counting the spots on the ivories was getting too hard, they kept jumping around too much, causing laughter and confusion when one of us made a fucked-up move. We moved to the TV, opened some beers and settled down to watch American Honey on Netflix, a movie about a teen girl that joins some guys for a cross country road trip. I watched my sister while she watched avidly the intimate scenes the girl had with her traveling partner. After the movie, Tiffany went to bed, my dad and I stoked the bong once more. After the weed turned to ashes my father said “Hey, let’s go get laid.”
“What? Get what?”
“Laid, screwed, fucked. Wadaya say , want to get the dick wet?”
“Sounds like fun, but isn’t it a little late to go out?”
My father looked at me with red, stoned eyes, he teetered slightly as he turned more to face me, “We don’t have to go anywhere, let’s go back to Tiffany and screw her. I need to unload and I remember being twenty-three, I’m pretty sure your cock wouldn’t mind a dip in a deep soft hole. Come on, let’s go fuck your sister.”
I stared at him in shock, unable to force anything but, “What?” from my mouth.
He gave me a lopsided, stoned drunk grin, “Won’t be her first time son, nor mine with her,”
I found the strength to ask, “You and Tiffany? You’re fucking my sister?”
“Well, not right now,” he smiled lopsidedly, “but in a few minutes. Come on, she’s ripe for a good screwing.”
“Jesus fucking Christ dad, she’s your goddamn daughter, what the hell is the matter with you!?”
My father stood before me and replied, “I know damn well you were checking her out tonight, you’ve seen her, she’s pretty, she’s hot, she’s a good lay; why do you care who she is? Come on, I’m sure you’ll stop objecting once you get your dick in her, she can be wild as hell.” He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me to turn off the TV.
I followed my father and saw when he opened my sister’s bedroom door and went in. Just as I got to the doorway, I heard Tiffany, “Tonight, with you and Vince?”
“Why not girl, you never had a double shot of cock before, two big hard dicks at the same time?”
Just as I stepped into the room she asked “I don’t know dad, what if he freaks out or something?” She stopped talking, looked at me and burned red in the face. She had stripped off her shirt and shorts and was holding a night shift to cover her breasts as she stared at me. I checked out my sister from floor to face then my eyes drifted to her firm round ass covered by brief black panties. Our father was grinning like a circus clown at the unspoken interaction between his ren. Three things happened to me at the same time; one, Tiffany morphed from little sister to young woman; two, my cock took a deep breath of life; and three, our father faded from view, I was focused only on the mouthwatering piece of ass standing next to her bed.
Dad sat on the bed then pulled Tiffany to him, he pulled the gown from her hand, dropped it to the floor then began licking her nipples. She put her hands on his head then turned to look at me, her lips began to curve as a come-on smile, “You’re not coming to my bed with your clothes on.” I briefly studied a tattoo of a rose just under her left breast, it looked like the magical rose in the animated movie Beauty and the Beast. The image of a Unicorn emerging from a thorn bush was inked on her right hip. Any and all concerns over who she was, who he was, vanished, my prick began to man up. I unbuttoned, unzipped, then stripped my pants as my sister watched. I shed my shirt then reached for Tiffany, she held a hand out, I took it then pulled her away from our father.
Tiffany backed up to the bed and fell backwards across it, legs wide, she pinched the crotch of her panties in two fingers then pulled it to one side, inviting me to her. I stepped between her legs, put the head of my erection against the lips of her body then slipped easily into the hot wet tunnel. I leaned over my sister, put my hands on the bed beside her head then fucked her. She watched my face intently while our bodies slapped against each other, my cock was plunging deep while our stomachs rubbed and chafed. Tiffany smiled with lips and eyes then rolled her head to the side and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to bang her harder. Her big tits shook and quivered each time my nuts slammed against her. She lifted her feet off the floor and crossed her ankles over my ass. A fire started in my balls and grew in intensity as I pummeled her. She was getting wilder, less controlled, gasping and humping the longer we fucked.
I hadn’t fucked a hot pussy since I screwed a drunk, long-haul groupie in Omaha three weeks earlier, so I was primed to cum in just a few minutes. My balls began to pump for joy as they fired shot after shot into my sister's body. When I was finished, she lay back on the bed motionless, breathing deeply, eyes closed, the hint of a smile caressed her closed lips. My cock twitched one final spurt of juice then I let it slip out. I stood beside the bed and looked at the body lying in front of me and felt another surge of hormones slam into my nuts. It wasn't going to be very long before I fucked her again.
Dad dropped his pants then pulled her briefs down, she kicked free of them, her eyes filled with anticipation. He grabbed her hips and twisted her over to lie face down on the bed, the first thing I saw was another tattoo, a Dream Catcher between her shoulder blades. Without even taking time to look her over, dad moved between her thighs and drove deep. Tiffany pulled her knees up, raising her ass off the bed, giving Dad as much pussy as she could offer, and he took it all. I sat next to my family and started stroking my diehard boner while they panted and moaned. The sound of his body slapping hers grew in intensity until the room was filled with the sounds of hot fucking.
Tiffany screwed Dad for a few minutes then when she saw I was ready for round two, she pushed him away. She went to her hands and knees then turned so her ass was in my face. I got to my knees then pushed my refreshed hard-on into her while she reached for Dad’s hand. She pulled him around then told him, “Closer, come closer.” As I fucked my sibling she dipped down on Dad and with a lot of moaning and gasping started giving him head. Tiffany kept getting Dad and me to trade places so for a half an hour the two of us were getting sucked and fucked by my hot horny sibling.
She was on her back with her legs entwined in dad’s when her final orgasm broke free from her womb and began to ricochet through her. She arched her back, jammed her hips against him and covered her mouth with a hand as she yelped sharply with the contractions of her body. Tiffany’s eyes were locked on mine, glowing with passion as our father spurted jets of cum and lust into the hot tender center of his daughter. She grabbed my erection then with a few more deft strokes, me into cuming the second time, all over her tits.
Tiffany struggled off the bed and went to her adjoining bathroom to pee and clean up. When she came back dad and I were still sitting on the bed, she looked at me, then him, “I’m done guys, I’m going to sleep.” She crawled around us then sprawled across the bed and closed her eyes. I checked her tattoos one last time then left her alone.
Dad and I grabbed another beer then went to the front room, I was still in a state of disbelief at what we had just done with Tiffany and I needed to get some background information. I asked him straight out, “What the fuck just happened dad? How did this all come about?”
He leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and started, “We drove down to Grand Junction to see my brother for a couple of days. On the way back we diverted to Aspen for a night, we took a suite, you know a hotel room with two bedrooms. After dinner I drove up to a scenic viewpoint where we smoked a hand-rolled, a big one, we were pleasantly stoned when we got back to the rooms.” Dad paused and looked at me cautiously, “I took the side trip on purpose Vince, I got your sister stoned on purpose because I’d been thinking sexually about her ever since we started smoking together. On that trip, I made the decision; I took the plunge, made the plans. Back in the room I slipped her a mickey then sent her to bed, in her own room.”
“A mickey?”
“Micky Finn, you young fuckers call it a roofie.”
“Did I hear that right? You her, planned on screwing her?” He waved off my question, “After she passed out, I carried her to my bed and fucked her. She’s been dating since she was fifteen and I knew she wasn’t virgin; I’d found spots on her sheets a couple of times. She didn’t need breaking in, but I was careful not to cum in her because I sure as hell don’t need to make my daughter pregnant. I sprayed over her stomach and legs, then went to sleep.”
“What happened, did she get back to her room?”
“No, that was part of what I worked out. When she woke up that morning in my bed with cum crusted on her body, she knew damn well what happened. I took her night gown and underwear off before I took her to my room, so that morning she saw her stuff on the floor of her room and thought she had stripped before she came to me, she didn’t suspect what I did. She was shocked, but convinced that she came to me sometime in the night.” He repeated, “Tiffany thinks she crawled into my bed that night and screwed me, not me her.”
I couldn’t believe my father could be such a devious son-of-a bitch, “What did she do? How did she act?”
“She didn’t say fucking word, she was so freaked we skipped breakfast then on the drive home she only watched me and said nothing. When we were close to home, she finally said something, ‘Dad, are you upset with me, do you think I’m a slut or something?’
“I reached over and held her hand and reassured her that I loved her, I didn’t think bad of her. She smiled slightly and said ‘I don’t know what happened dad, I only remember going to bed, in my bed, but this morning woke up with you. I know we had sex.’ she looked at me, ‘Why? Why did you do that with me, not send me back to my room?’ I told her, ‘I was asleep Tiff, when I woke up you were riding my lap, stroking my erection with your pussy, it was too late to stop you.’ She blushed and turned her head to the window.”
“So, she doesn’t know you d her?”
“That’s a pretty strong word Vince, I fucked her; I planned it, but I don’t think I d her. I just seduced her while she was asleep.”
“That’s called date dad.”
“Whatever, call it what you will, but after that first time it was pretty easy to convince her to start having sex with me on a regular basis. We get it on a couple times a month, but only on weekends, for some reason she doesn’t want to do it on school nights.”
Tiffany was up and cheerful as hell when I wandered into the kitchen for a bite of breakfast, “Hey, let’s go to IHOP and get some pancakes.”
“Where’s dad?”
“Daddy isn’t invited; I want some alone time with you before you leave again.” I went to take a shower before we left the house.
My sister acted as if we had never had an intimate moment. She was Tiffany, I was Vince, her big brother. I didn’t ask her why she was fucking dad; she didn’t offer any explanations. Even though I had a good time between her legs I didn’t hit on her for another sex session. She and I spent the afternoon at the Botanic Gardens then went home to get ready for a music festival at Red Rocks. It was on the way to the concert that we smoked a bowl. On the drive into the hills our sibling relationship just sort of evaporated and by the time we got to the ‘Rocks we were pretty well fucked up and enjoying a little intimate grab-ass. We were in her car; I didn’t own one since I spend most of my time living in my truck. Once she parked, it became obvious to us that her little Escort was to fucking little to fuck in. We got all tangled up with each other but lacked space enough for my long legs to stretch between hers. We necked and groped for a few minutes, previewing what we might do when we got home, but had to stop because the damn shift lever was digging in my side.
Shortly after finding our seats, Tiffany met two of her high school friends, she introduced me as ‘Vince’, but left out the ‘my brother’ part of the introduction. Both girls were kind of flirty, both pretty, and one asked my sister why were we at a public venue, she boldly suggested that Tiff and I might better enjoy our time without the crowds. Tiffany assured her we already had, which made them giggle and cast more flirty eyes at me.
I was driving on the way back to Denver, Tiffany lit the pipe then we enhanced our awareness of the other, “Hey, do you want to go home now, or want to hang out in my truck for a while?”
“Your truck?”
“Yeah, my truck; it has a nice, cozy sleeper stocked with mattress and pillows; all it needs to be complete is a hot pussy to keep the nighttime chills away. If I get you into the truck, I’ll crawl right up your cunt and stay there all fucking night.” The vulgar statements were intentional, I wanted to see if my sister was as immodest as she acted the night before. Tiffany wasn’t put off by my vulgarity, she didn’t answer with words, she put a hand on my crotch, then while pressing on the quickly stiffening bulge, licked my ear and kissed the lobe. I fed a little more gas to the engine to get to the truck quicker. By the time I pulled up behind my tractor, my sister had transferred some of her lip gloss to my neck, opened my pants, and was stroking her recreation for the night.
Inside the truck she took the passenger’s seat, looked at the aircraft style cockpit and demanded to know what each switch, lever, button and gauge did. She was fascinated with the quantity and function of the levers and knobs and forgot we were there to fuck. She begged me to start the engine and take her for a ride but I managed to convince her she could wait for daylight to go for a joyride. She pouted only until I handed her another pipe of smoldering weed. When it was burned out, I pulled aside the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper and she bounded with a big smile to the bed. There isn’t a lot of room back there so when I joined her, we began the delightful process of taking our clothes off while lying side by side. Once she was in bra and panties, me in my briefs only, I wrapped my arms around my sister and locked my mouth over hers. Tiffany and I necked and fondled for several minutes, building heat and pressure while we finished getting naked. When she was ready to receive a male injection, I rolled up over her and just before dipping in I said, “Last night I didn’t think to ask, are you okay?” I assumed she was, but had to ask.
She put her hand on my cheeks, kissed me softly, “Yeah, the minute I turned eighteen I got birth control, go for it Vince, I’ll take everything you have,” she paused, grinned, “in any fucking hole you want to fuck.” My overheated nymphet high school sister swooned when I nailed her to the mattress.
Tiffany and I tossed and rolled all over the cramped bed in the cab of the truck. I fucked her seven ways to Sunday, she fucked me back just as eagerly, just as passionately. She was the first to climax, clinging to me, her hips banging against my groin as her pussy sucked the life out of my erection. After she had three successively stronger orgasms, we took a much needed break.
Tiffany was sitting naked in the passenger’s seat; the windows were open for fresh air and we lit off another bowl. I was curious about her about her tattoos, she showed me each and explained what they meant to her, why she got them, “I only have four right now, but I have ideas for more.”
I changed the subject, “How did you start screwing dad, why?” I wanted to know.
She took a long pull off the pipe, the smoke drifted lightly from her nostrils, “I’m not sure, I got stoned one night and went to bed, alone, but the next morning when I woke up, I was naked in dad’s bed and I knew we had sex. The blanket was all stained and I was covered with dried ball juice. I don’t remember how I ended up with him and it stressed me out. All that day I thought and tried to remember, but the only thing I could come up with is that I was horny, and he is actually kind of sexy, even if he is forty-five. I must have acted on some repressed desire to screw him.”
So, dad was right. Tiffany thought she went to him, she didn’t know he date d her, “After that you went to him again?”
“No, the next time he crawled into my bed after I went to sleep, when I woke up, he was banging me but I didn’t get mad, upset or anything. I let him finish then told him he couldn’t spend the night with me. After that we do it a couple times a month and it’s not so terrible, he keeps me from being bored when my boyfriend isn’t around.”
“How about last night, did you like that too?”
Tiffany leaned to me then said “Kiss me.” Before I put my lips over hers, she took a long pull off the pipe then put her hand on my neck and pulled me close. My mouth met hers, her lips parted wide then she blew the smoke from her lungs into mine, my sister gave me a pot laden CPR breath. The marijuana rush combined with the sensation of her mouth on mine went straight to my head. My half hard cock lurched to massive in one breath, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her from her seat to mine. Tiffany shifted around then stretched her legs over mine and settled on my lap, my erection split her easily then she and I started fucking in the driver’s seat of my truck. She sat back with her arms straight from my shoulders and we locked eyes as our bodies meshed, “Yeah, I liked it, you have more energy, more stamina” she said with a smile. I thrust up into her, she rolled her back, rocking her cunt on me. She was overheating, my cock was sheathed in her warm, exciting body and she was beginning to convulse.
I could see it in her eyes, my sister was ready to unleash the passion of fucking again, but before she could, I pushed her up, “In the back, let’s go back there.”
She got off me and quickly returned to bed, I was right behind her. She was face down and expecting me to screw her more, but I held off to enjoy all of her, not just focus on the woman between her thighs. I put my lips on the back of her neck, my right hand between her legs then started seducing her properly. I kissed, suckled, touched, felt, caressed, finger fucked and fondled my sister for fifteen minutes. I went to my stomach between her legs and made love to her pussy with my mouth. She was so damn hot she was complaining, “Oh my god Vince, I’m on fire, you have to fuck me, I need you to fuck me!” She arched off the bed and started vibrating from toes to breasts, she didn’t need me humping her to have that orgasm. When she was done quivering and moaning, she kissed me with flaming lips and a lingering need, then said between deep breaths, “Your turn, anyway you want.” After a few minutes of her giving me head to keep my cock solid and full, I fucked my sister once more then we spent the rest of the night cuddled up in the back of my truck.
The next morning, I had to say goodbye to my family, it was time to hit the road again. Tiffany asked if I could be back when she graduated High School in three months, I couldn’t promise. Dad slapped me on the back, told me he was proud of me, of how I had become a self-standing man. No one mentioned the wild sex games we indulged in for two hot sex filled nights. After dad went back to the house, Tiffany and I were standing in the yard, next to my tractor which was idling, waiting. She stepped close, we put our arms around each other and stood silent for a few seconds. She pulled her head off my chest, looked into my eyes and said, “I’m going to miss you, what we did.”
I kissed her lightly, “Well, when I come back again, maybe we can try to make up for what you missed.”
She kissed me back, “Not maybe.”
Tiffany and I stayed in touch by messenger and video calls. The day she graduated I was 1200 miles to the east, hauling a 53’ trailer along I-80 in Ohio. She was disappointed, but I promised to make it up to her somehow. About two weeks after she graduated, we were talking by video app, “Where are you headed, your next stop?”
“I’m going to Florida; I have a load to drop, but after that I’m not sure. I have some down time there; I get to hang out in Jacksonville for a few days.”
She looked crestfallen, “Jacksonville is the wrong fucking direction, I wish you could find your way back home,” she smiled impishly, “you would like your homecoming.” The smile got wider, “With emphasis on cuming.” I signed off with my sister, wishing I could fulfill her wish, and fill her pussy.
Three days later I returned from a Jacksonville restaurant to my truck. As I got closer, I noticed the cab door was open, someone sitting in the driver’s seat. Puzzled, I stepped up to the truck and peered inside, not knowing what to expect. I looked up into the face of the intruder, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Tiffany looked down on me, grinned prettily and said, “I’m done with Denver for a while, I told dad I’m going to travel with you, that I want to learn how to drive the truck, maybe one day I’ll get my own.”
Not only was I was stunned to see her, I noticed her hair was no longer silver, it was tinted as varying shades of purple with black streaks, “Uh, you do remember there is only the one bed space back there.”
She grinned, “Yeah, I remember very well, is that going to be a problem for you?”
I began to smile, a large welcoming smile, “No, no problem at all, but you know this is my job Tiffany, I can’t get stoned when I’m driving.”
Her eyes flared with humor, “I know that, but does that mean you can’t get it up?”
“Not at all Sis, move over.”
I started climbed into the truck but she put a foot on my shoulder and pushed me back, “Before we do anything else, I want to see the ocean, take me to the beach.”
Later that night my sister showed me another tattoo; on her stomach, just above and to the left of her shaved pussy, a full colored image of my truck, with the logo, ‘Haulin Ass’, written on the door.
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