Andrew felt the tension leave his body as his sisters hand found his hard, throbbing cock. He was nearly 9 inches in size (he had measured it one night) and had decent girth as well, a cock all too familiar to her though perhaps not quite this exposed. He hadn't realized he had been tense until she touched his cock, her touch dispelling his fear of her rejecting him. His stomach muscles relaxed and he pressed himself against the warm, soft flesh of her hand. His balls were hairy along with his pubic region as he only trimmed down there. He hadn't been brave enough to shave and didn't see a need - yet - though after tonight he would give it more thought.<br/><br/>"Mhm, I love when you touch me." He murmurs into her ear before sucking on her earlobe. Slowly, he leaned away from her, but kept his hips pressed towards hers. He pulled her with him, rolling her onto her back while he remained on his side, his balls against her hip, his shaft laying on top as her hand jerked it.  He leaned over her then and kissed her breasts. He'd only been doing this for the last week but enjoyed it. He rubbed his tongue over her nipples and began to suck on her nipples before trailing a hand down over her stomach and over the top of her panties, starting to rub her between the legs.<br/><br/>==========================<br/><br/>"Thats no way to talk to your father!" He hisses back, spanking again and then once more, in quick succession, alternating cheeks. He could faintly smell her scent permeating the air. She had probably had a dick in her only 30 minutes ago, he thought, her pussy still wet and dank with her juices and some boys cum. Just like her whore of a mother. The thought made him spank her again before rubbing his hand over her reddening ass. This time, though, the thought of fucking and pussies led his hand astray. He shifted it down, nestling it between her legs, his thumb pressed over the puckered rose bud of her anal passage, the fingers of his hand pressing against her folds.<br/><br/>He may not have been laid for some time, but there was no mistaking her arousal. It wasn't from being used by some one else. No, this was a fresh moistness to her lips as his fingers slid back and forth along her folds. He realized a sensation between his own legs then, every movement of his body causing his robe to shift and rub against his hard cock that threatened to slip out between its opening. He slept naked - always had and alwoys would - as he often got hot in bed. His loose bathrobe was the only clothing he was wearing at the moment.<br/><br/>"I thought your mother was the only slut in this house....it turns out she isn't the only one. Your little pussy is getting nice and wet from my spanking. Didn't get enough cock at the party, huh? Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties at all next time! Are you thinking about nice hard cocks right now, slut? Are you thinking about how good a hard cock would feel in you right now? Is that why you're so wet...so wet for your father?" He stepped forward then, dropping his hand from her pussy to pull loose the belt from around his waist. It hung limply from the loops of his bathrobe which now hung open freely.<br/><br/>His thick, hard, engorged cock stood proudly free, pointing directly at her wet folds. She was the perfect height, bent over the dining table, for his cock to line up with her opening. He guided it to her, rubbing his bulbous head along her slick folds. "Is this what you want to feel? A nice hard cock in your wet pussy?" He finishes, pressing the head against her opening before letting go. He slapped her ass once more before grabbing onto her hip. He leaned forward and then pressed his hips forward, sliding the first few inches of his cock into her as he moaned with pleasure.