Dirty Text With With My Sister - Episode 8 (Final)

 Dirty Text With My Sister🔞🔞

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The moment of passion, eroticism, love, confusion...whatever you want to call it was interrupted in an instant, however, as the buzzer to the dryer buzzed from the laundry room, and a bedroom door upstairs slammed shut. As we heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the stairs I pulled away from her and pulled my pants up as she frantically got her leg inside her pants and pulled them up and pulled her sweater and bra down. She grabbed the plates to put in the dishwasher just as my dad came around the corner, holding a laundry basket. He liked folding his laundry in front of the television, and didn't notice moms disheveled hair and red flushed face as he walked by.

I looked back at my mom and at her ankles there was a little bunch in her pants. She apparently hadn't slipped her foot into the panties when she pulled her pants back up. I motioned for her to put her leg up, and after making sure my dad wasn't looking she did so. I pulled the white thong out of the bottom of her leg hole and held it to my nose for a second. Ah. That scent. The one I would never forget. They were only slightly damp, as I'd gotten them off her before most of our encounter happened. I walked into the den where my dad was folding jeans and sweaters like usual. I said to him, "Did these fall out of your basket?" and held mom's panties up. He only washed his own clothes, so I was just being kinky for my mom's sake asking him that, but he acted a little confused.

"They may have, actually. Someone else must have thrown their dirty clothes in with mine."

That's when I noticed about a half dozen brightly colored skimpy panties in his pile of neutral colored garments. Ava came into the den right in the middle of this and walked over as my dad was confused and trying to fold a particular pink thong that was too small to even fold. Ava leaned down and kissed my dad on the cheek. "Thanks, Daddy!"

She was wearing one of my dad's old t shirt baseball jerseys from when he coached me years before, and it hung halfway down her thighs. Acting as if it was no big deal, she pulled her panties off and put on the pink ones, tossing the worn blue cotton ones on the couch by my dad. She got back in the position she was in earlier when she was showing off for him and began playing with her phone. I walked over and picked up her dirty underwear and said I'd put it in the hamper. My dad kept folding laundry, trying to keep his eyes off his daughter, whose shirt had ridden up high enough to expose her little thong just barely.

As I walked up the stairs I sniffed both my mom's and sister's panties and thought back to banging my mom just minutes earlier, but was envious and jealous of whatever my sister was up to. I wanted her all to myself, but she was playing a game I wasn't prepared for. Just as I got upstairs to stash both panties under my pillow for later, my phone vibrated. It was a text from my mom.

"Do my panties smell as good as your sister's?"

She added a tongue out silly emoji, but I knew she wasn't completely kidding. She was likely just as confused and jealous or territorial or whatever the word is to describe the familial lust as I was. And even though I had certainly implied I gave Ava the hickey, she didn't know for sure, and she definitely didn't know the extent of it. I played along, but made a point to keep things as ambiguous as possible.

"Ava's smell like a curious but innocent young girl. Yours smell like a woman moist because she wants to suck a cock. I'll give you my answer in like ten minutes..." I added an emoji, too. The face with the mouth wide open in shock, but she obviously understood my implication was a little different.

Less than a minute later, there was a light knock at my door and my mom crept right in. I was already in my bed naked but for a t-shirt. She came to my bed, crawled on and gave me the best blowjob I've ever had, not hesitating to swallow the rather small amount of jizz I still had left to give after exploding in her earlier. I got the whole thing recorded on my phone, too. All three minutes of it. I had previously thought it was impossible for me to come from just a blowjob. It had always been a precursor to sex, a lubrication method, an appreciated but overrated act of submission/cooperation from a girl to heighten the mood. Not this time. I'm kind of relieved I was almost spent of semen or else I'd have been afraid of choking her the way she took at least three quarters of my length into her throat with enthusiasm I'd never even seen in porn. She saw my phone filming her and it didn't stop her one bit. I changed the camera to the front to show my face reacting to it, but mostly focused the video on her. At times she looked right into the camera, and there was absolutely no doubt to anyone who ever saw the video that she was sucking her son's cock.

After I came in her mouth she looked at me and just stared for a few moments before breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I wonder if Ava returned the favor to the boy who gave her that hickey." She picked up both the panties I had taken that were lying on my bed and sniffed her own, then Ava's. "Nah. I don't think so. Her panties smell like a sweet young girl who doesn't need her horny brother taking advantage of her. Your mom can take care of herself. And she can take care of you. But leave your sister out of it. Please."

"I love you, mom."

"Love you, too. And don't even think about posting that video on the internet!"

She walked to the door, but turned around at the last second.

"But if you do, blur my face out. And send me the link."

She went to her room and closed the door. I snuck quietly down the stairs and listened from the kitchen to see if I could hear my sister and dad in the den. She was trying to convince him to give her a back rub and he was nervously resisting. Then I heard her say "Here. I'll make it easy, daddy."

"Ava, what are you doing?" I heard my dad sigh.

"I'm really sore. Just a few minutes..."

"Just a couple minutes" my dad said quietly.

After about thirty seconds Ava said "Ugh. This keeps getting in the way," followed by my dad saying "Ahh no. Don't do — that..."

"That's way better," she giggled.

I had to know what was going on, so I quietly snuck to where I could look in the room. There on the couch Ava was lying on her stomach across my dad's lap. She had pulled an arm out of the shirt, leaving her back naked, which must have been what my dad had just tried unsuccessfully to resist to. The pink thong that showed off nearly her entire ass was lit up by the lamp beside the couch, and my dad was gingerly rubbing her back. She was guiding him to her lower back, but he was being careful not to touch near her underwear. I stood there watching from the dark until my dad said "time's up."

Ava fake whined like a child, but then rolled over off my dad's lap, her shirt still pulled over her shoulder.

"Whoops" she giggled as her tits were now fully on display. She slowly pulled her shirt back on, kissed my dad on the forehead, and walked out of the room and back upstairs. I waited a minute, poured a glass of water, and walked into the den, where my dad sat with a freshly folded towel on his lap, obviously covering the boner he had for his daughteEnd

What the hell is happening to my family?

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