Chapter 160: Freedom

Eventually, evelyn’s calls became more insistent.

After Avery came multiple times, her juices trailing down her thighs and onto my fingers, she was force to step into the kitchen with shaky legs.

Her breathing were uneven, and her clothes seemed slightly ragged with her messy appearance.

Having nothing further to do I returned back to the sitting room. It was already mostly clean, since Sophie had cleaned it up.

On the other hand, Avery entered into the kitchen. beneath her skirt she could still feel her wetness that was gradually cooling.

Despite that, it did nothing to hide the shame and arousal she felt.

She recalled how much she had let her dad use her and she couldnt help but feel embarrassed and the thought.

Avery’s cheeks were red. It contrasted sharply with her blue hair that swayed around as she walked.

The moment she was fully inside the kitchen she was met with Evelyn’s furious glare.

Avery felt even more embarrassed under her mother’s stare. If her mother knew that she was doing such shameful things with her husband what would her mother do?

Avery didnt dare think about it any further.

"Mom? You called?" She said lightly, trying to force her epxression to their usual calmness.

Evelyn contemplated reprimanding her daughter, after all she had wasted so much of her time, but after some thought she realised that her daughter was likely held up doing something, after all this was clearly unlike her.

She let out a breath, then raised her fair, smoth hand, and pointed in the direction of the cupboard above.

"There’s a plate there, your sister was trying to get it previously but couldnt reach it."

After Evelyn’s explanation, Avery understood why she was being called.

"Okay mom," she replied lightly then walked over to the cupboard her mom had pointed at.

Stretching her hand lightly, she had to stand on her toes, just to be able to reach it, then, she slowly poked at it until it fell freely.

Avery quickly stretched out a hand and caught it.

"Here," she handed it to her mother with a smile.

At this gesture, evelyn’s previous anger seemed to have been washed away.

"Jane’s already done washing. Wash it and add it to the rest on the rack."

Avery muttered an ’o’ and walked over to the sink and quickly washed the plate.

At the same time, Jane was finally done cleaning the ground.

She excused herself, informing her mother that she planned to use the restroom.

The moment Jane exited the kitchen, her face betrayed her smile filled with anticipation.

She quickly rushed towards the bathroom, then pulled down her skirt and sat atop the white toilet seat.

Soon after, her pussy lips parted and from within, a clear stream of white fluids that seemed a little yellow emerged, pouring into the toilet right beneath her, and causing splashing sounds to echo.

Jane’s expression betrayed her overwhelming arousal.

Just like her sister Avery, even peeing had become a thing of torture.

Since her previous interaction with her father, jane had planned to masturbate to the memory of him, only to discover she was unable to.

No matter how much she fingered her pussy, she just continued leaking uncontrollably without being able to achieve an orgasm.

She had been looking for the perfect moment to have her dad’s cock since she had been unable to for the past few days, however it was all to no avail.

Her dad was either not around when she wanted to have sex with him. And whenever he was, her siblings was around. Or even worst, her mother.

There was even a time Jane had masturbated for more than 6 hours straight, but it was all to no avail since she was unable to achieve an orgasm.

She could still clearly recall her body was covered in sweat and her bed was completely drenched in her sweat as she struggle and fingered her pussy furiously.

However it yielded nothing as she failed to achieve at an orgasm.

While lost in thought, Jane didnt know when her finger began slipping silently towards her pussy as the clear, stream of fluid flowed out of it, and into the toilet beneath her.

She was alerted and dragged back to reality when she heard a spashing sound echo.

Glancing down, she realised she had drenched her legs wet in he own pee.

’Dad has left me so horny...’ she muttered with a lingering sigh.

Just then, her eyes lit up as she thought of something.

However there was still a little hesitation in her eyes.

She thought about it for a few seconds and after hesitating further, she felt the tingling sensation in her pussy and realised it was already dripping at the thought.

Her momentary hesitation died down and Jane’s pink lips parted then she called out in a light but soft tone.

"Dad?" Her voice was light as she called out, but her dad who was seated in the parlor could clearly hear it.

At least she hoped so.

There was a few seconds of silence before Jane called out once again.

A disappointed expression appeared on her face when she noticed that there was no sign of movement coming.

Time seemed to drag on, when a soft knock was heard on her door.

"You called?" i asked softly.

Deliberately, i had let the tension settle before knocking. With my overwelming strength, hearing something so close was easy.

As soon as she saw her dad, a startled expression appeared on Jane’s face momentarily.

Then, her eyes brightened and she stood up with a jolt causing the remnants of her fluids to spray onto the floor. But Jane couldnt care less.

Jane rushed put o her dad and pulled down his pants without hesitation, causing his rock hard shaft to become visible.

Thankfully her trousers were already sufficiently pulled down while she was easing herself.

So, without any further delay, she turned around and pushed the dick into her soaking wet pussy in one swift motion.

The moment her dad’s dick was inside her, Jane’s legs seemed to have turned into jelly.

She leaned against the toilet seat and almost fell down when she felt her dad’s strong arms wrap around her, giving her some comfort.

Her breathing seemed uneven. It was as though she was in a world of magic.

Her pussy leaked uncontrollably around the shaft impaled into her slit, painting the sides in her love juices.

"You’ve held in long enough..." my words were like a soft whisper as I said lightly to her.

"You can let go..." the moment I finished my words.

Jane felt all the pent up frustration she had been harboring for days loosen.

Her legs weakened even more and she felt her warm, love juices finally pour out of her pussy and trickle down her dad’s cock onto the floor.

What began as a quiet, and soft stream of fluid gradually evolved into something more overwelming.

In moments her pussy twitched and began releasing an uncontrollable amount of love juices onto the floor.

Jane’s moans turned into something broken and she couldnt help but keep leaking like a broken dam.

In moments, the ground beneath the both of us were slippery wet and covered in her love juices.