Frustration Ch. 02

Aidra Fox

Vincent arrived home at five-thirty just like always. His job wasn’t much, just factory work, but it paid the bills and at least he was on the day shift. He looked at the scene before him as he entered the house. His son Matthew, all five feet ten inches of him, was half sitting, half lying on the couch watching T.V. while his father-in-law, Harley sat in his usual chair working on a crossword puzzle book. Vince almost sneered at him, but stopped himself just in time. He didn’t like the man living in his house. Still, he carried his own weight, helping with food expenses and even some other bills. He just didn’t like the old man. Probably because he didn’t really like the old man’s daughter, either.

Vincent had known years earlier that he didn’t really love his wife. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had been pregnant with Matthew, he wouldn’t have married her in the first place. But his parents had taught him to take care of his responsibilities and they encouraged him to marry the girl when he had gotten her pregnant. Years later, he found that there was no way that he could let her go. If he did, he would be very hard pressed to survive, since he knew nothing about how to do the regular household chores like cooking and laundry.

It was strange, he thought, that he had no resentment towards his son anymore than he did his daughter. They were both good kids and he loved them like any father would. But other than this fact, he hated where he was. He still wished he could be with the one woman he really loved, but knew there would never be a way that he could. Since that was a fact, he was sure that he had better get Pamela pregnant again now that their daughter was eighteen and didn’t really need her mother to take care of her. If she were pregnant, she would have to stay so that she had a way to be able to take care of the baby and he would have her there to take care of the house.

He went further in to the house and found his wife in the kitchen getting dinner ready, along with his daughter Meghan. This was Pamela’s kitchen, but she required everyone to help out at least twice a week. Everyone except Vincent, that is. He just didn’t have the knack for food preparation, and she had finally given in and let him not worry about helping. So it was that their two children and her father all helped during the week, setting the schedule as they saw fit. This day, a Wednesday, it was Meghan’s turn.

As she worked, Pamela was also humming. Vincent wondered about that. She seemed to be in an awfully good mood. That was a bit unusual. Her demeanor usually didn’t go beyond slightly smiling. What was she so happy about?

“Hi, Vince,” she greeted as she noticed him entering the kitchen area. “Dinner is just about ready. Why don’t you go ahead and wash up and we’ll get it on the table.”

“Sure, hon,” he answered.

“Dinner, guys,” Meghan called to the other two as she and her mom started loading things on the table.

As they all sat down to eat, Meghan couldn’t help but comment on her mother’s good mood. “So, Mom. What’s with the humming? You’re in a good mood. Whatever it is you’ve done to get you that way, I hope you’ll keep it up.”

“I haven’t done anything,” she replied perhaps a little too quick. “I just felt like humming, I guess.”

An expression of concern crossed Vincent’s face briefly but was then quickly replaced by one of indifference.

“Okay, Mom,” Meghan said. “No need to get defensive.”

“Defensive? What do mean ‘defensive?’ I was simply answering your question. What’s defensive about that?”

“Um, I guess nothing. Sorry, Mom.”

Harley looked at his daughter trying to convey to her and her only that she needed to calm down and act normal. No one, not even she, noticed. Matthew just shook his head and dug in to his food.

“Hey, sis,” he began. “I got you some türkçe alt yazılı porno brochures an shit from the college. You can look them over and I’ll give you a tour so that you can decide if you want to go there or try for someplace else next year.”

“Uh, sure, Matt,” she replied hesitantly.

“I’ll bring them to you a little later.”


From there the conversation centered on what the two youngest had planned for their futures and things moved along more smoothly.

Once dinner was complete, Pam and Meghan took care of putting things away and cleaning the kitchen. Matthew took the opportunity to get a shower before making his way to his bedroom and Harley sat down in his chair to continue his crossword puzzles. Vincent barely acknowledged the fact that this was where everyone was as he made his way to his room to prepare to go out for the evening.

Rarely would you find the man at home in the evening. He kept his evenings filled with anything he could think of to keep him from having to sit with his wife and especially her father. Wednesday meant the American Legion and he hurried so that he wouldn’t be late. Yet, by the time he was ready to leave, the kitchen was done, Meghan had gone to her own room and Pam sat in her usual chair with a book.

“See ya later, Pam,” he said as he passed through the living room and out the door. As the door shut, he was already walking to his car and hastening to get to his evening.

“Pam,” Harley began.

“I know, Dad,” she replied.

“You’ve got to keep calm, sweetie, if you don’t want him to know that something is going on. You have to be careful”

“I know. I almost blew it by getting too defensive about being defensive. I’m sorry.”

“I think it’s okay for now. Just be sure to keep looking like you always do from now on.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered as she rose from her seat. She plopped down on his lap and putting her arms around his neck, gave him a most un-daughterly like kiss. “I love you Daddy. Forgive me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I out to punish you,” Harley teased. She giggled, knowing where his mind was headed. “The kids are here, Pam. We need to stop. We’ll continue another time, though.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She got up and went back to her own chair and picked up her book. Harley couldn’t help but noticed that she would take the opportunity to rub her crotch once in awhile over her light blue shorts.

Matthew watched his father drive off to his usual Wednesday night rendezvous. With a bit of a sigh, he tightened the robe he was wearing and grabbed the brochure he had told Meghan about before exiting his room and walking to hers next door to him. Without even so much as a knock, he opened her door and entered.

Meghan lay on her bed with her headphones on listening to music while reading from her history text book. As Matt entered, she withdrew her hand from beneath her skirt and looked up at him, removing the headphones from her ears. “Ever hear of knocking,” she asked.

“Would you have heard it?”

“Probably not,” she conceded.

“Then, why should I?”

“It’s polite.”

“Oh, well,” he replied. ” Anyway, Dad just left and I thought it a good time to bring this stuff to you.”

“Do you really think that staying here is a good idea? I wanted to get away so that I could ramp up my sex life.”

“Staying here has its advantages. For one, it’s a lot cheaper. No worrying about finding a place to live and paying for it. And besides, you can avoid the dreaded ‘freshman fifteen’ that everyone is always worried about.” He joined her on the bed as he talked.

“But, staying here, I won’t get to have all the sex I want.”

“There are ways to get that, too,” he answered as he wrapped his arm around her and placed his right hand on her left tit.

“What doeda porno the fuck, Matt!” She slapped his hand away. He smiled at her.

“What do you say I take you for a tour of the campus this weekend?”

“I don’t know, Matt. Aunt Betty will be here Friday.”

“All the more reason for us to get away for a bit. She’ll be sleeping in your room, you know. And I’ll show you all the good spots to hide to ramp up your sex life.” As he talked his hand began moving towards a new target. It snaked its way under her skirt and up her thigh.

“Matt! Stop it!” Meghan implored in a whispered yell as she grabbed his wrist to try to pull it away.

“Your hand was just in there,” he whined.

“That doesn’t mean that you can replace it with your own!”

“Sure it does. I know that you need some release.”

“Matt! Dad might be gone, but Mom and Grandpa are still home. They’d kill us if they found us fucking.”

“Nah,” he interjected. “They won’t say a word.”

“You know they would. And then they would tell Dad and you’d be out on your ear.”

“You trust me?”


“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then trust me, now. I guarantee that neither of them will say a word to Dad about us if they find out. You can scream as loud as you want and let them catch us, and it will be alright.” His hand had reached its target and was gently massaging her naked pussy beneath the skirt. “Just as I thought. No panties.”

“Oh,” she moaned as he stroked across her clit. “Fuck it. I’m so worked up, I don’t care who knows. Fuck me, Matty.”

Matt, laying on his left side, rolled a bit to his right to reach the sash that was holding his robe closed. He loosened it quickly, revealing his thick seven and a half inch cock.

“There’s my big boy,” Meghan cooed and planted a kiss on the very tip of it. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” Matt declared in a falsetto voice as he thrust his hips toward her.

She giggled at his antics then twirled her tongue around the head of his dick. As she listened to him let out slight moans, she licked down his shaft to his balls, then took one of them in her mouth to suck on it before doing the same with the other. Her left hand stroked up and down as she sucked his balls, then moved out of the way as she licked back up the shaft and lowered her mouth around his cock. She took as much in as she could, letting her saliva wet it down. Then she raised back up and lifted her head back up to beside his. “Fuck me now, Matty,” she begged giving him a kiss.

Matt raised up as he continued the kiss and she lay back. He finally broke the kiss so that he could move her skirt, bunching it around her waist, giving a slight smile as her bald pussy was came into view. He swished the robe behind him as he knelt between her legs and prepared to give her what she wanted.

“Oh! Fuck, yeah,” Meghan said as he pushed his cock into her. He took it slow, but steadily moved forward until he was buried all the way in her pussy up to his balls. “See? This is how it could be all the time if we went to a college further away. We can have our own place, sleep in the same bed every night, waking up every morning next to each other, and no one needs to know that we are siblings.”

“We can have that here, baby,” he replied as he began to set up a rhythm that was not too quick.

“You know that Mom and Dad won’t understand us being together. They’ll kick you out for sure and not let me anywhere near you. Please let us go some place where we can be together.”

“We will always be together,” he answered as his cock pushed in and pulled out of her very wet cunt. “I promise you that.” He began rubbing her clit with his thumb while he fucked her.

“Oh!” she moaned. “Fuck, that feels good, Keep going!” Her hips began to buck upwards qiqitv.info with each of his inward thrusts.

“You know I’ll never stop, love.”

“I’m going to cum, sweetie.” She looked toward the closed door as she was getting close.

“Cum for me, baby,” he encouraged.

Suddenly, she was there. She quietly moaned her pleasure, clutching at the bottom sheet of her bed while she continued to watch her door. As she did, she thought she saw a shadow cross it as if someone had passed by. Fuck, she thought. That was close.

“That’s one,” Matt said.


“A friend of mine said that he read in a story on Literotica.com that if you want to make a woman stay with you forever, you need to make her cum at least three times each time you make love to her.”

“Matty, my love. You know that I’m already yours forever.”

“Still, it doesn’t hurt to do what I can for you.” He withdrew from her pussy and lowered himself to begin licking her. He kissed her labia before inserting his tongue in her pussy. Then he moved it up to her clit and flicked across it. His lips closed around it as she moaned again and he began sucking on it.

“Oh, fuck, Matty!”

“In a bit, my love,” he paused in his ministrations to agree. “First, I’m going to make you cum again.” He returned to his task, flicking his tongue across her clit as he inserted two fingers in her cunt.

Meghan moaned again as her hips moved toward his face in an effort to increase his contact. She grabbed his head and ground her pussy against his face. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Right there. Ugh! Ugh!” Again she fought to be quiet as she came hard, flooding her brother’s face with her release.

“That’s two,” he declared. She gave a small chuckle as he moved back to push his dick back into her pussy. He leaned over and kissed her as he picked up the slow rhythm again, but she was pushing against him as if she wanted more.

“Harder,” she begged. He began to plow into her with a lot more force. “It’s time, sweetie.”

Matt raised back up so he could move with even more force and quicker. The springs of the bed started squeaking in rhythm with his movements and Meghan’s moans were becoming louder as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tighter. Soon he was pounding her cunt with as much force as he could muster, his abdomen beating against her clit and his cock knocking at her cervix.

“Fuck! she yelled not bothering with keeping quiet. “Yes, Matty. Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!” She screamed out this time, unable to hold it back.

“Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” Matt responded as his own climax overtook him.

Being so wrapped up in what they were doing, neither of them heard the door swing open as their mother, Pam, barged into the room. She couldn’t see their conjoined sex organs, but it was still obvious what they were doing. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in surprise before a stern look came over her face.

“That’s three,” Matt declared mater of factly unaware of his mother’s presence. Then he saw the fear in his sister’s eyes as she stared towards the door and her mother standing in the now open door frame.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” Pam screamed at them.

“Oh, Hey, Mom. Oh, you know. Just building motorcycles,” Matt answered calmly.

Pam’s eyes widened even more as her brows raised. She started to say something, closed her mouth, started again and closed her mouth again, tried a third time and closed her mouth a third time before giving up. With a frustrated groan and her hands in front of her, fingers splayed, she walked out of the room and closed the door.

“I told you she wouldn’t say anything,” Matt chuckled.

“What the hell just happened?” Meghan wondered aloud.

To be continued.


Note form the author: Thanks for your kind comments and votes concerning chapter 1. This story is set to have seven chapters total, and I will endeavor to post them as expediently as possible. I thank you for your patience as some things have to take precedence. In addition, I also have other projects that I am working on. Thanks again for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

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