Brenda and her Dad

Brenda and Her Dad
by bodaciousbob ©
In the last segment, “Brenda and Rob”, the two siblings having been left alone for the afternoon, were found in a very compromising position upon their parents’ return.

I sunk down in the water and tried to cover both of my breasts with one arm while the other covered my pussy that my brother had so recently been inside. Rob grabbed a towel from where it lay on the poolside and covered his juice-covered cock.

“I am going to kill that little fucker,” Hank said with some conviction, and if Mom had not been holding him back he might have tried it. Not that she could hold him back. She was only 5’3″ and Hank was over 6 foot. It was easy to see where I got my figure from because Mom was just a more filled out version of me. She had had us kids early in life and was only 36 at the time all of this happened.

“You will do nothing of the kind,” she told him. We weren’t even his kids, our real father having taken off when we were first born. We called Hank, ‘Dad’ though, because he was the only Dad we had ever known. I wish I didn’t know him now, as he was mad and I knew no good was going to come to me out of this.

She turned to us. “You two have really disappointed me. The fact that I can’t leaving you along for an afternoon without coming back and finding you this way is just horrible.” She said all of this without much conviction, and Rob and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Mom never could act the part of the disciplinarian.

“Let me knock some sense into the boy and then I will give a special kind of punishment to the Brenda,” was Hank’s response.

“You will do nothing of the kind. I will take Rob into our bedroom and give him a good talking to and I would like for you to do the same with Brenda since you seem to connect better with her,” was Mom’s answer.

“Okay. It’s a deal,” replied Hank and I just hung my head as I stood there in the pool. I knew I was in for more than a talking to.

He walked over to me and grabbed a towel and tossed it to me.

“Go wait for me in your room. I will be there shortly.”

I wrapped the wet towel around my equally wet body and the resulting effect was probably about the same as me being naked. The damp towel clung to every curve of my torso. Not that it much mattered now since they had all gotten eye- full of my charms already.

“Young man,” my mother said to Rob,” you come with me and let’s talk this through.” Mom was a great one for talking things through, but I knew from experience that Hank wasn’t.

I walked by them on my way to my room thinking that I would be severely punished for what I had done.