Father almost Caught Our Family Threesome - 2 Lesbian Sisters & Cousin Brother - Part 3

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After Tyler arrived and the three of us started our secret summer affair, our house in Seattle turned into a non-stop playground of forbidden pleasure.
For ten incredible days, Emma, Tyler, and I fucked like animals whenever we could. We had threesomes in the pool at 2 AM, in the guest bedroom while our parents were watching TV downstairs, and even quick, risky sessions in the laundry room while Mom was cooking dinner just ten feet away.
Emma and I loved teasing Tyler together. We would wear tiny shorts with no panties and “accidentally” bend over in front of him. He loved watching us make out and eat each other out before joining in. The sex was raw, passionate, and addictive. Tyler had a thick, long cock and incredible stamina. He could fuck one of us hard while the other sat on his face, then switch without missing a beat.
But the danger was always there.
Our parents were home most of the time, and we had to be extremely careful. Every moan had to be muffled. Every session had to be timed perfectly. The risk only made it hotter.
Then came the night we almost got caught.
It was a Thursday evening. Our parents had gone out for dinner with friends and said they wouldn’t be back until at least 11 PM. We had the house to ourselves for almost five hours — a rare opportunity.
The three of us didn’t waste any time.
We started in the living room. Emma and I were already naked on the big sectional couch, making out passionately while Tyler watched, stroking his hard cock. Emma was on top of me in a 69 position, her pussy on my face while she ate me out. Tyler stood beside us, feeding his cock into Emma’s mouth as she licked my clit.
The sounds were obscene — wet slurping, moaning, and the slap of skin.
After a while, Tyler couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled Emma off me, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed his thick cock into her pussy from behind. Emma moaned loudly as he started pounding her hard. I knelt in front of her, kissing her deeply while she took every brutal thrust.
“Fuck… he’s so deep,” Emma gasped between kisses. “Liv, rub my clit while he fucks me.”
I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit fast while Tyler destroyed her pussy. She came hard within minutes, her legs shaking as she squirted all over Tyler’s cock.
Tyler pulled out, still rock hard, and looked at me with hungry eyes.
“Your turn, baby cousin.”
He lifted me onto the couch, spread my legs wide, and buried his cock inside me in one smooth thrust. I cried out in pleasure. He fucked me deep and hard while Emma sat on my face, grinding her freshly-fucked pussy against my tongue.
We were lost in pure lust. The three of us were moaning loudly, the couch creaking, skin slapping, and dirty talk filling the room.
“Fuck your little cousin harder,” Emma moaned. “Fill her tight pussy.”
Tyler was pounding me relentlessly. I was right on the edge of another orgasm when we heard it.
The sound of the garage door opening.
Our parents were home — almost two hours early.
“Shit!” Tyler whispered, eyes wide with panic.
Emma jumped off my face. “Quick! Everyone upstairs!”
We scrambled like crazy. Tyler grabbed his shorts and ran toward the guest room. Emma and I snatched our clothes from the floor and sprinted upstairs to our bedroom, hearts pounding.
We barely made it inside and closed the door when we heard our father’s voice downstairs.
“Girls? Tyler? We’re home early — the restaurant was overbooked!”
Emma and I looked at each other, both completely naked, flushed, and still dripping wet. My face was covered in Emma’s juices, and Tyler’s cum was starting to leak down my thigh.
We quickly threw on whatever clothes we could find — me in an oversized T-shirt, Emma in a thin robe. We tried to fix our hair and look normal, but we were both still breathing hard.
A few seconds later, there was a knock on our bedroom door.
It was Dad.
“Hey, you two okay? We brought dessert.”
Emma answered in her sweetest voice, “Yeah, Dad! We’re just watching a movie. Come in!”
The door opened. Dad stood there with a box of pastries, smiling innocently.
I was sitting on my bed trying to look casual, but my legs were still trembling. Emma was leaning against her dresser, her robe barely tied, one of her breasts almost spilling out.
Dad looked at us for a moment, then frowned slightly.
“You girls look flushed. Are you feeling okay? It’s not too hot in here, is it?”
Emma laughed nervously. “We were just doing some yoga earlier. Got a good workout in.”
Dad nodded slowly, still looking a little suspicious. His eyes lingered on the messy bed and the clothes scattered on the floor.
“Alright… well, come down for dessert when you’re ready,” he said, then closed the door.
The moment the door clicked shut, Emma and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily with relief and adrenaline.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “That was so close.”
Emma grinned, still panting. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
We heard Tyler’s door open down the hall. He peeked into our room a minute later, eyes wide.
“Holy shit… I thought we were dead,” he whispered.
The three of us looked at each other and started laughing quietly, the tension finally breaking.
But the adrenaline had made us even hornier.
Emma locked the door, pushed Tyler onto my bed, and pulled his shorts down. His cock was still hard. She climbed on top of him in reverse cowgirl and sank down onto him with a soft moan.
“Fuck me quietly,” she whispered. “We can’t get caught now.”
I straddled Tyler’s face while Emma rode him. We moved slowly and carefully, biting our lips to stay quiet. Every thrust, every lick felt ten times more intense because we knew our father was downstairs.
Tyler came deep inside Emma while I came on his tongue. We barely made a sound, but the orgasms were some of the strongest we’d ever had.
After Tyler snuck back to his room, Emma and I lay in bed together, hearts still racing.
“We’re so bad,” I whispered, giggling.
Emma kissed me softly. “We’re addicted. And I don’t want to stop.”
That near-miss only made our secret summer threesome even more exciting. For the rest of Tyler’s stay, we continued fucking every chance we got — always pushing the risk a little further, always terrified and thrilled by the possibility of getting caught.
It was the wildest, most intense summer of my life.
And even now, years later, whenever I see Emma or Tyler, that secret summer still makes me wet.