Little Sister Part 3 (revised)

Chapter Four

It was Sunday morning when Alan woke up to Brianna laying naked in his arms. He smiled and rolled over to face her. With a gentle kiss on her lips, her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and stretched. “Good morning, Big Brother.”
“Good morning. You feel alright?”
She nodded, looking as sweet as ever. Then she straddled him and slid his hardening tool into her wet snatch. A soft moan escaped her lips as he stretched her. Then her hips began to move like a dancer’s. Alan couldn’t believe how amazing his sister moved. She was so young and tight. He loved when they fucked.
After hours of fucking and cuddling, they decided it was time to eat. They got dressed and made their way downstairs. That’s when the doorbell rang. Alan went to the door, expecting to see Angel. Meanwhile, Brianna was cooking breakfast.
When he opened the door, he was surprised. They had not seen their father in years. And yet he was standing there. He was muscular and well groomed. He was a business man, or so their mother claimed. “Dad?”
“Hello, Alan. I came to see you and Brianna while I am in town.”
“Bri is cooking. Come on in.”
It was usually awkward when their father was around. He seemed to be more fond of his daughter than his son. And as they entered the dining room, Alan was starting to notice why. Their father couldn’t stop staring at Brianna’s ass as she pranced around in her tiny panties and t-shirt. “You two have grown up. How is school?”
Alan loved the idea of a different topic to think about. “Good. I start college soon. And Brianna just started high school.”
The old man leaned back in his chair. “Is that so, Brianna? I miss high school. Getting laid at football games and drinking on the weekends. Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
Brianna turned the food off and looked wearily at Alan. He shrugged. Surely their father wouldn’t hurt her.