I was never much of a social butterfly as a child. I preffered my own company to that of others (even kids like myself) and I avoided social gatherings like the plague. So it wasn't unusual that I was sitting in the closet in my parent's bedroom reading comics, instead of participating in the barbecue and pool party my parents had arranged.
My older brother was due to get married in a week and the get together was a way both his family and his fiance's family could get to know each other better. I liked my brother's fiance Mary. She was young and pretty and kind of silly, if a bit of an airhead. But her family were just gross. They looked like extras from the set of that Burt Reynold's movie Deliverance.
The worst of the lot by far were Mary's parents. So far her dad had asked mine if he liked pornos and then went on to name each and every porn DVD he owned. While his severely obese wife delivered this little chestnut in conversation with my mom "so I told that school lady, It ain't a shame to have head lice, it's a shame to keep 'em!" As for Mary's brother, he just stood around openly staring at my mom's chest. Even her little sister was kind of weird. She'd come up to me before I'd done my disappearing bit and said "Hi, I'm Mary's sister. I'm a lesbian." I'd just nodded and said "Ok then."
My parent's probably envied me by now. I was sitting there thinking about how weird Mary's family were when someone walked into the room. I peeked out of the horizontal wood slat doors and saw it was Mary. She was soaking wet and looked a little pissed.
I was thirteen and well into puberty, so I got a huge grin on my face. I figured I was in for a free peep show as Mary went into the bathroom and got a towel to dry off with. That was when he dad walked into the room smiling from ear to ear, shutting the door behind him.
"That wasn't funny dad," Mary told him.
"Aww hon don't be that'a way," he chuckled. "I couldn't resist pushing you in. You was too good a target."
"All of y'all are embarrassing the hell out of me," she complained.
"Oh I get it," the old man nodded. "You startin to think your better than us already and you ain't even married into these folks yet."
"I don't think I'm better than anybody," Mary replied. "You all just don't have to act so damned..."
"So damned what??" He asked.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Countryfied!"
"Well we is country folks so how else are we suppose to act??"
I watched her dad walk up behind her as she stood at the vanity drying her hair with the towel and he put his hands around her middle and pressed up against her, nuzzling the back of her neck with his face.
"Dad, not here!" She tried to push him away. "Someone will see."
"Ain't nobody gonna see anything," he said. "I locked the door and if they asked why, well me and you is just having a father daughter moment before your big day."
What the hell is this, I thought watching them.
Her dad nuzzled back up to her and kissed the back of her neck. "Mmm my baby girl sure has turned into one fine woman."
Mary just stood there, the towel now tossed aside on the vanity. She was pretty, like I said. About 5'5'', average weight with curly chestnut brown hair, small perky breasts and a nicely rounded backside. Her dad reminded me of Popeye's father on the cartoons. old, grizzled with short white hair and blue prison style tattoos up and down his arms. He reached around front and down and slid a hand between her legs.
"Dad, please not here," she said.
"Whose pussy is this??" He asked.
Mary looked down and sighed.
"I asked you a question," he told her, using his other hand now to grab a clump of her hair and pull her head back.
"Owww," she said. "Dad, stop..."
"Whose pussy is this??" he repeated, now squeezing between her legs.
"Yours," she told him. "Its yours."
"Damn straight," he smiled. "I been fucking you since you was just a little thing and I'm gonna keep fucking you just as long as I want. I don't give a damn if you got a ring on your finger or not."
"Ok," she said. "Ok."
He unsnapped the button on her jeans and then slid the zipper down before reaching inside her panties and fingering her, while dry humping her from behind while he pressed her against the vanity.
"I want you so bad baby girl," he breathed huskily. "I want you to suck me off before we go back out there."
"Ok," Mary replied quietly.
Her dad turned her around and backed away. Mary sunk down on her knees and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his jeans and working his old slightly bent cock out. This she took in one hand and licked the shaft and the head before popping it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down while the old man closed his eyes and grimaced.
"Oh fuck....thats my girl...suck that cock sissy, suck it..."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I knew it was wrong, but I felt a stir in my groin regardless.
Mary's head bobbing motion sped up after a minute or so and then the old man exploded in her mouth with a groan, going suddenly rigid and then so limp, he staggered back against the wall.
Mary spat a glob of cum into the toilet and flushed.
Her dad, now panting hard stared at her. "I oughta slap the hell outta you for doin that. You know I like you to swallow it."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I forgot."
He zipped himself back up and buckled his belt. "Next time don't."
I watched him walk to the door, unlock it and leave. Mary found my parent's bottle of mouth wash and gargled twice. Then she fixed her hair, sighed and turned the lights off and went back out to the party.

Mary didn't have to worry about her dad for too long after she and my brother got married. The old man had a massive stroke and died about a year later.
I eventually told my dad what I'd seen that day and he believed me. He said that he and my mother had known Mary's family was "that kind" of family, but that they and my brother had liked Mary a lot and wanted to help her get away from those people.
The marriage didn't last either though. After three years and one child, my brother and Mary called it quits. I ran into Mary about ten years later (we were living in the same apartment complex) and fulfilled a long held fantasy by sleeping with her. But our little one night stand didn't accomplish much more than letting me satisfy a very old urge. And by that time she had put on several pounds and was no longer the cute little country girl she'd once been.