We sat on the settee, a tad nervous as daddy stood before us, 'Take your clothes off darling', said mother, 'and let the girls watch', she said, as sh... settled into the big seat that daddy normally sat in.Both of us sat very quietly, myself all tensed-up, it was a little embarrassing and certainly not in the 'Chippendale', stuff, yes we had heard of them, but the bulge in daddy's underpants done him proud, as both his daughters giggled their approval, even mother had a proud smile on her face,. She crawled up my body, and put her breasts in my face. I took a hold of them, and began to suck on them, and that's when I felt the head of my cock begin to slip in between her lips. I grunted and pushed my hips upwards a little. I wanted to be balls deep in her right now, but she was either too tight, or I was too big for her to take me in all at once. Little sounds of pleasure and pain eked from her lips, as she slowly slid onto me. I did all that I could to not thrust into her, until she. She’d known going through her uncle’s cluttered possessions would be painful. She’d realised stirring up so many memories was bound to be traumatic. And she’d been prepared to find it uncomfortable being with Matt at the farm. Even after their uneasy truce at the funeral, too many years had passed, too much had been left unsaid for it to be anything other than uncomfortable. What she hadn’t expected was that they’d barely spend any time together at all. He’d collected her from Gemma’s at noon. And to answer my offer, they gave me their own bet.Apparently there was a local 'bikini wrestling' tournament coming up, complete with a cash prize. It had a strict set of rules: no biting, scratching, or any blows to the face. Obviously violent stuff like broken limbs and eye-gouging were banned too, of course. Seems like the organizers of this tournament wanted the participants to look pretty while they kicked each other's asses, with good reason too. When the tournament started, each match.