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A helping hand for a girl whose world is crumbling.
I can't . . . I'm . . ."
Daddy began to thrust hip hips upwards to meet my eager mouth. Deeper and deeper in my throat. All of him. When he was right on the edge of orgasm, I practically stopped doing anything except hold him tight and let him thrust in and out of my mouth.
"Sarah . . . I . . . oh God . . . I'm going to cum . . . I . . . uh . . . oh God . . . oh Sarah . . ."
And then my father exploded spasmodically. I swallowed most of it. Only once did I come up him briefly as he ejaculated gloriously. I let him watch his cum shoot in my mouth as I held the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue. Then I went back down on him to suck out every last drop. Just as I sat up and wiped the cum from my chin with the edge of the sheet from my father's bed, the man in the next bed gasped loudly. Apparently he had been watching me suck my father's cock. He pointed toward the door. There stood the cute nurse who had said my father pinched her. She had sort of a slutty pout on her face.
"Hey Melinda," the man in the next bed called, "How about you come over here, darlin', and blow me?"
"Now Howard," she responded sternly, "didn't I give you a hand job when you got your sponge bath this morning?"
"Yes you did, honey, but I want you to use your mouth to get me off now. You're a head nurse, ain't you? C'mon over here and wipe off your lipstick on my python of pleasure."
Melinda laughed, threw up her arms, and shook her head, indicating that she would. "Don't ever let it be said that the nurses in this hospital are not above all in service."
After she finished him off about ten minutes, she got up and strolled out with, "Now, I don't want to hear any more complaining from you two guys for the rest of the day. You both got your fellatio for the day. Now watch TV and sleep. There are some patients in this place who actually have a problem besides blue balls."
I pulled a chair up close to my father's bed so we could talk without Howard eavesdropping. My father looked worried about something.
"What's the matter, Daddy? Are you hurting bad somewhere?"
"No, honey. I'm a little concerned about your brother. He seems so . . ."
"Oh Daddy, he's just a stupid little geek. And that Bible-thumping is beginning to annoy me. Not to mention squealing on me. I should kick his ass. I can, you know."
"Yes Sarah, I know you can kick his ass. I want you to do me a really big favor."
"Oh? And what might that be, Daddy?"
"I want you to fuck your brother."
"What? Wha . . . what . . . the fuck?"
"I think I can get a good deal on a Porsche 911 Carerra Cabriolet, your new car. Well, it's not brand new, but when it rains all you have to do is push a button and the boot slides off, the top comes up, and the side windows roll up on their own. You don't have to fuss or even get out of the car. It's yours-provided that your brother is no longer a virgin when I come home from the hospital."
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We sat down to Thanksgiving dinner, Jasmine, Scott and I.
Jasmine and I had got all dolled up in sexy, low-cut cocktail dresses, both black. We had decided on black because we would soon be mourning the loss of Scott's virginity. Scott wore his Sunday suit, a crisp white shirt, and a polka-dot tie. My brother kept staring at us. He didn't look all that hungry. Not for food, anyway.
I had told Jasmine what my father had said, about fucking Scott. She said she would of course help, although like me she didn't think popping his cherry was going to be easy. "What if he starts quoting the Bible?" she worried aloud.
Jasmine passed around the plate of turkey, which prompted me to ask Scott sweetly, "Do you like white meat or dark meat, honey?"
He glanced from Jasmine to me, staring mostly at our breasts, and muttered, "Uh . . . both . . . I would . . . uh . . . like both . . . white meat . . . and . . . dark meat. Please."
Jasmine leaned over and gave Scott a good gander at her voluptuous melons. We had mutually agreed not to wear underwear. "It's hot in here," she purred.
"Scotty, aren't you going to say grace?" I inquired.
"I already prayed