NSFWbitchsucka
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Under the heavy blanket, nineteen year old Althea's hand wrapped firmly around her father's thick cock, her fingers slick with precum as she stroked him with slow, deliberate pumps. His shaft throbbed in her grip, veins pulsing against her palm, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body as he lay there, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang. Althea's little brother, Angelo, barreled into the room, his pajamas rumpled and his eyes wide with whatever childish urgency had woken him. 'Pa! Ate! What are you guys doing?' he exclaimed, climbing onto the edge of the bed without a second thought.
Althea froze, her hand clamping still around her dad's cock, holding it steady just inches from the base. She didn't pull away, though—her fingers stayed curled possessively, feeling the subtle twitch of his arousal beneath the covers. Her heart pounded, but she forced a casual smile, shifting slightly to keep the blanket draped over their laps.
Her father, Tony, cleared his throat, his voice steady despite the denied release building in his balls. He glanced at Althea, then back at Angelo, mind racing for a cover. 'O nak, we were just... uh, playing a game. You know, like hide and seek, but under the blankets. Your Ate was helping me find something I lost.' He forced a chuckle, his cock straining against Althea's unmoving hand, begging for friction.
Angelo tilted his head, not entirely convinced, and scooted closer, peering at the lump under the blanket. 'What'd you lose? Can I help? Why's your face all red, Pa? And Ate, why are you sitting so close?' His questions tumbled out innocently, his small hands tugging at the blanket's edge.
Althea's pulse raced, but a thrill shot through her as she felt her dad's cock throb harder in her grip. Biting her lip to stifle a gasp, she began to resume her strokes—slowly, so very slowly. Her hand glided up his length in a barely perceptible motion, thumb circling the swollen head to spread the leaking precum, then down again, squeezing just enough to make his hips buck faintly. She kept her arm rigid, movements minimal, like she was simply adjusting her position.
Tony swallowed hard, fighting to keep his voice even as waves of pleasure crept back in. 'Wala lang yan, Angelo. Just my phone remote or something. Althea's got good hands for searching tight spots.' He winced internally at the unintended double meaning, but it bought them time.
Angleo frowned, his eyes narrowing on his Ate's arm. 'Ate, your hand's moving. What's under there? Are you really looking for something? Let me see!' He reached out, trying to lift the blanket corner.
Althea's breath hitched, but she didn't stop, rather she quickened her pace just a fraction, her fist pumping her dad's cock with feather-light twists now, feeling it swell even thicker in her grasp. Precum oozed steadily, making her strokes slick and silent. She leaned forward, blocking Angelo's view with her body, and plastered on a sweet, sisterly grin. 'I'm just... massaging Papa's leg, silly. He pulled a muscle earlier playing with you, remember? Gotta keep it steady so it doesn't cramp up.' Her voice was light, playful, even as her fingers tightened, jerking him off with hidden determination, urging him toward the edge right there in front of their oblivious brother.
Tony's balls tightened, the risk heightening every sensation as Althea's hand worked him relentlessly under the cover. Angelo seemed to buy it for a moment, nodding slowly. 'Oh. Can I watch the massage? Masakit ba, Pa?'
Tony looked at Althea and asked her, 'Ano ba, papakita ba natin sakanya yung "minamasahe" mo?' Althea then turned her head towards Angelo and gave him a warm smile. 'Hehe sige Pa, mukhang gusto naman talaga makita ni Angelo yung massage ko eh hihi'. She adjusted her position and grabbed the edge of the blanket ready to pull it away from their lap.
No clue kung itutuloy ko pa haha, bahala na, pang established lang every month I guess.
Pasabi nalang kung may ideas pa kayo, medyo nauumay nako sa mga ideas ko eh.