Daddy’s Little Nympho ~Closed for Homerun2611 & Princesssexci~

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Daddy’s Little Nympho
Written by Homerun2611 & Princesssexci

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33 year old Morgan stood in front of her dads house biting her lip, nervously. It had only been a few days since she’d called him to ask if he could let her stay with him. Sadly, they didn’t have the hallmarkfather/daughter type of relationship that would warrant such a question so being there was still a bit of a surprise.

When she’d just turned 18, Morgan remembered that he’d taken her out to dinner and they came home to celebrate. He let her drink because it was better to get drunk at home then out there and the details had always been fuzzy from that point. She just remembered waking up naked and alone in bed the next morning.

It had happened just one time but had totally messed with her. Morgan rarely spoke to her dad after that. Her parents had divorced shortly afterwards and her mom had gotten into a car accident two years later. Morgan had been about 20 when it happened but she couldn’t go to the funeral because she’d have to sit next to her dad and feel obligated console him.

She wasn’t sure she was able to bare looking at him let alone console him, so she never attended. He did send a card where he’d left his number to call him if she needed anything.

During college, as much as she wanted things to get better for herself Morgan had basically turned into a nympho and party animal. She went to all the parties, frat parties, sorority parties, house parties, any party she could find and would seek out a a man or woman or both just to get that feeling of satisfaction paired with drugs or alcohol. When that didn’t work, Morgan relied on fantasies in her head of what might have happened that night with her dad.

Eventually she turned to porno, it started out with clips and then longer videos and eventually reading stories and then roleplay. Morgan couldn’t get enough. She’d had to get counseling not only for the sexual addiction but grief too and then ended up fucking her therapist, Mitchell and just for kicks, married him. Because maybe if she was married, if she had someone to fuck her every night; it would be enough and it worked for awhile.

They were happy for a few years until they weren’t.

That’s why she was here. She and Mitchell were separating. He’d kicked her out when he found the porno on his laptop after he’d put a block on her laptop and phone as well as her tablet because he’d noticed the signs of her regressing.

Okay, sure that had probably been a step too far and could’ve caused him to lose his license if that had been his work laptop. In retrospect, Morgan realized that was probably a terrible idea at the time.

Even her best friends didn’t trust her around their husbands. Thankfully, she’d managed to find her dads number.

But this was a horrible idea. She lowered her hand which was positioned to knock on the door. She hated her dad, because of him she couldn’t have a normal relationship. He was the reason she needed therapy. He was the reason she was getting a divorce, why she didn’t have kids.

She turned to go back to her car when the door opened.

“Are you Morgan?” The buxom blonde asked,” HONEY BEAR I THINK YOUR DAUGHTER IS HERE?”

The woman spoke like it was a question. This was a terrible idea but she forced a smile as her dad came to the door. Her heart hammered against her chest.

“Hi daddy.”

He hadn’t changed, nothing about him had changed. Except that now he was remarried and seemed to have the perfect life.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill Maxwell sat in his chair, and make no mistake, it was his chair. In this family, the patriarch was clear, and the alpha male unquestioned. She was supposed to arrive this weekend, likely today, but since the call, the invitation tendered, she had hung up, and never called again. He wasn’t even sure she would still show up, and he couldn’t be angry if she didn’t. Disappointed, probably, relieved, absolutely!

He had thought about this nearly a hundred times since Morgan had called. “Princess?” He had regretted using the nickname as soon as he’d said it, and cursed himself that it had tripped from his tongue so easily. Yet that is how he had thought of her then, and still couldn’t help but want to think of her now. Truth was he was both terrified and thrilled to get this call.

The last night they had truly been father and daughter had been 15 years ago, he still drank heavily then, and still dranked today, but not like then. “What a pleasant surprise … “ Another half truth, it was definitely a surprise but given the last decade and a half of near silence, could this possibly be pleasant
”You need a place? I thought you were…” He didn’t finish, if she had a story he would let her tell it. Questions were not exactly what he wanted to encourage.

“Of course, we’d love to have you!” He knew Kate, his younger wife, well enough, she would welcome Morgan and make her part of the family. God knows she had asked about her often enough, curious about his daughter that was only 8 years younger than she was. He even smiled, hell they might bond, two women with Daddy issues, where he was the answer for one, and the impetus of the other.

Bill wasn’t sure what had been happening in Morgan’s life, and he was pretty sure she had little idea of his. However, he knew that very soon, some things would be very clear, and if she hated him for that night, just wait until she realized how long he had cheated on her mother with the then 22 year old Kate, starting five years before their own fateful night.

Would she realize how much Kate, looked like her, or at least the Kate of 19 years ago, it wasn’t a coincidence. He wanted to think he was a different man then. The new man had become a prominent business man, much more successful since his wife died, although they had not wanted back then either.

That night had been a result of many converging dynamics, his drinking and yes, his long repressed desire for his daughter. He had since received counseling and acknowledged his dark desires, not just for young women, but particularly those of his flesh.

The most difficult part, was even under hpnosis he had not been able to recall exactly what happened that night, other than the fact he had awoken at 4 AM that night, naked, with is naked daughter draped across him. When he got up he felt the casked residue of sex on his flaccid cock, and there were claw marks on his chest and back. He couldn’t, didn’t want to believe he had forced himself, but there was no doubt they had, had intercourse. And the way she had looked at him the next day, filled him with guilt and doubt.

His marriage had long been over, he had been having an affair for a while, sired children with his mistress and funneled support through his insurance business. Technically Kate had been on the payroll as his secretary, even though her only obligation had been being ready when he could visit the condo he kept for her.
The knock made his heart stop, this was it, he swallowed and let his heart beat slow back down.

As Bill sat silent Kate bounded into the room, “I think it’s her….” She proclaimed in excitement, like a long lost sorority sister was about to arrive. Bill only nodded, eyes transfixed on the football game on TV. He listened to the exchange, his wife clearly overjoyed at meeting is prodigal daughter.

” HONEY BEAR I THINK YOUR DAUGHTER IS HERE?” Bill rose from his chair, this was it. It was odd the combination, of terror, and God help him, desire that coursed through his veins. Bill was still visually the man he had been, he had the genetics to age like a fine scotch. Steely blue eyes, strong muscular frame, the only different was the salt and pepper of his hair and two day grown of beard.

Bill joined his wife, a smile on his face, and he could not help but let his eyes rake up and down his beautiful daughter’s frame before settling on her eyes. “You look good honey? We’ve been looking forward to your getting here.” He stepped to the side to allow Morgan to enter. It was awkward, he wasn’t sure what to do, yet the way she said Daddy elicited a visceral reaction he was not exactly proud of.

He extended his arms, and he heard Kate as she slipped her arm around him and extended hers as well…”Come here Morgan, I think Daddy wants to give his girls a hug!”

 

[princesssexci]

Morgan was at a bit of a loss for words. She hadn’t seen her dad since she was 18 so she wasn’t even sure how to act. Did she hug him? Shake his hand? Side hug which felt even more awkward and his wife was like every cheerleader that she would’ve hung out with in high school but avoided in college. It was almost sickening.

It didn’t surprise her that he married younger. She just stood there awkwardly.

It was like everything that was being said to her was filtered in her brain through slow motion. Her dad had said something to her, hadn’t he? He’d complimented her? She was just wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt which made her feel trash at the moment. Her hair which she usually wore down was pulled up in a messy bun. It was probably because she hadn’t been sleeping well. “Thanks. I look like shit, but thanks.”

”Come here Morgan, I think Daddy wants to give his girls a hug!”

Morgan cringed at that idea but felt herself get pulled into the hug anyways. Wait— had she just called him…

All thoughts seemed to fall away when she felt her dad pressed against her. It was only briefly and obviously it was just a hug so it meant nothing but Morgan pulled away immediately.

She forced a quick smile at the both of them. “Uh sorry, we haven’t met. You know my name and I have no fucking clue who you are.” Or why you’re calling my dad, daddy. She didn’t like that brief rush of jealousy and possession either. She was 33 years old, not 13. Morgan held her smile though. Being popular in high school taught her the ins and outs of being fake as hell.

“Oh, silly me. I’m Kate Maxwell.” Kate said with such pride and then hugged Morgan again squeezing her tight.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe that Morgan used to be one of these girls. When she let go Morgan smiled politely and finally walked inside glancing around the house then realized that Kate was still talking.

“..you don’t have to call me mom or anything that’s weird. I’m not that much older than you. If anything I probably would’ve been one of the Alumna’s from your sorority house. You were part of a sorority, right? You scream sorority sister.”

Morgan nodded and then scrunched up her nose. “Something smells like it’s burning.”

It took a minute for that to register in Kates brain before her eyes widened. “SHIT! Stacy, I told you to watch the cookies. I’ll be right back.” And then she disappeared down the hallway.

 

[Homerun2611]

Inside Bill cringed, ”Come here Morgan, I think Daddy wants to give his girls a hug!” He even saw Kate give him a wink, for normally she used Daddy at some of their most erotic and sexual moments. Often crawling across the floor, or as her hands or ankles were bound and she was purring in need. She had done it to turn him on, and later collect on her initiative, but in this moment, he could only imagine what it did to Morgan?

He pulled them into his arms, and there was a momentary thrill in feeling his estranged daughter’s body, pressed to his, but he also felt how quickly she pulled away. So much for any delusion that the past was water under the bridge.

He let the two women talk, and he heard the tone in Morgan’s question but thankfully Kate did not. If she wasn’t happy now, just wait until she heard the rest of the story.

Bill had much to explain, and as he was thinking about how to explain his marriage to Kate, the first of two other shoes dropped, Stacy! “SHIT! Stacy, I told you to watch the cookies. I’ll be right back.” Bill rolled his neck and massaged it, as his buxom, bouncing wife hustled into the kitchen. He looked at Morgan and saw her looking back.

”Yes, Stacy’s my daughter, I have a lot of things to explain” His tone was not enthusiastic but it was time to pay the piper, and his oldest daughter to understand so many things. “She’s …”

He didn’t get a chance to finish, “Daddy, mom is being a meanie, she says I can’t drive to Kelly’s party. Jackson’s already there, and…” Stacy was Bill’s 18 year old beautiful blonde daughter, ahe Morgan’s step-sister. She moved over and wrapped one arm around his shoulder, cupping his neck, and she danced her fingers across his chest, partly scratching partly tickling, as she was precariously close to his nipples.

”Pleeeaaassseee? I will talk with him, one of us won’t drink… pleeeaaasssse… pretty pleasssse!” it was a bit of baby talk as she draped herself and attempted to wrap her father around her little finger, as she was very capable of doing. At the mention of Jackson, Bill again had his eyes dart to Morgan. There was the last shoe, his 19 year old son!

Bill tried to unwrap his one daughter, something he did not exactly want to do, but felt necessary. “Stacygirl.. I need to introduce you to someone, this is your half sister Morgan…”

 

[princesssexci]

Oddly enough, Morgan had been prepared for this. Well, not for this but for her dad having another life. Before she came down here she’d done bit a Facebook stalking just to see what she’d be walking into. The few pictures that did show up on his feed were family pictures but Morgan assumed that they were just… step family members. Step mom, step siblings.

”Yes, Stacy’s my daughter, I have a lot of things to explain”

Morgan’s brow furrowed in confusion because she was not expecting that. She did not expect to have half siblings. Was Stacy twelve or something? The girl who came downstairs was not 12 and Morgan suddenly felt sick.

“Daddy, mom is being a meanie, she says I can’t drive to Kelly’s party. Jackson’s already there, and…”

Morgan looked back at her dad then back at the girl as she whined about some stupid party. The way the girl—Stacy draped herself over her dad and touched him was …well, Morgan didn’t like her doing that. She felt that jealousy course through her again. The irony was that at her age, Morgan would’ve and probably had done that exact same thing to get what she wanted.

Slowly, the realization hit her that if Stacy was 18 and Morgan was 33, fuck. That meant Morgan’s dad had been cheating on her own mom long before their divorce. Morgan would’ve been what 14 or 15?

“Are you gonna throw up? She looks sick. Is she okay?” Stacy asked.

Morgan pushed away the nausea. “I’m fine. I just haven’t been getting good sleep. Um, I’m Morgan.”

“Stacy. It’s unfair that Jackson our brother gets to go to a party and I have to stay here right? Very um…what’s the word? Not liberating for women. Right?” She looked at Morgan for validation.

“Chauvinistic?” Morgan bit back a smile. She was a little adorable.

“No. Wait…” Stacy looked thoughtful, almost like her mom did when she was trying to figure out if the cookies were burning. “yes?” She looked back at their dad. “Please daddy?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill stayed quiet as the two girls met each other for the first time. He saw the confusion in Morgan’s eyes, and her math was correct. What Morgan didn’t know was how non existent his sex life had been with her mother. Of course, that had been his fault too. Morgan, had been outside sun bathing, her bikini top peeled off her shoulders, her young pert ass, and slender legs on full display.

Bill was sure his wife was gone, and had been up, gazing out of their master bedroom window. He had just come from their shower, his body still dripping when he had seen her outside, and stepped to the window to enjoy. It was so wrong, yet so irresistible.

Her mother had walked in, and was at first aroused, walking up behind him, only to see what had him so aroused, and had his hand gliding up and down his 8 inch, thick, arched and throbbing cock. “You are so fucking perverted! Our daughter!” Bill could not deny, it was definitely their daughter that he was masturbating too. “I’ve never…” Words were wasted, their sex life was over. It wasn’t long before both of them began drinking heavily.

It was only a month later, Bill had been on a first class flight to Las Vegas, and Kate was his first class flight attendant. It was not lost on him, how much she looked like a grown up version of his Morgan. She gave him her number on the flight, Kate‘s virginity had been taken young herself by and uncle, and she was only attracted to older men. As luck would have it for Bill, he was only interested in younger women. They loved to role play, Daddy Daughter, Big/Little, they fed each other’s fantasies.

Bill set her up in a condo paid for out of his insurance agency, and after first Jackson, and later Katie arrived, they never used protection. Bill had a second family. Yet that original desire that had started everything, never faded, and that night, both of them drunk, Bill had satisfed that all too long suppressed desire.

He nodded at Morgan, “Yes, Stacy’s my daughter too.” He wondered if Morgan realized the moves Katie was doing now, were nearly identical to ways she used to try, and successfully did manipulate him when she was Stacy’s age, he had just not had as much to offer back then.

Stacy turned back to her father, and put her arms around him and went up on her tippy toes, and pressed in to give him a kiss on the lips. It was just as Kate walked back in, “Stacy, you are such a flirt, I told you no!”

Bill smiled, and as Stacy had leaned in his hands had steadied her waist and the top of her young firm ass. “I know mother, but you know I can’t refuse her. Yes you can take the vette, but if there is even a hint of rain, but the top up .. and no drinking!” She kissed him again and looked at her mother defiantly, only to have Bill give her a slap on her tight young ass. “Respect your mother young lady…”

He turned back to Morgan. “She is a good girl, I hope you’ll give her a chance, her brother too…. Do you want to talk now, or would you like me to show you to your room so you can unpack, shower, relax, whatever you need to do?”

 

[princesssexci]

Morgan just stood there awkwardly watching as if she were reading something on one of those erotica websites and jumped slightly startled at Kate’s voice. Maybe Mitchell had been right and she really was regressing in which case moving in with her dad was probably a really bad idea.

Her own memories seemed to fade in, it was her senior prom after she’d turned 18 and while they hadn’t been talking all that much she really wanted to take the convertible.

‘Daddy?’ Morgan had fixed him breakfast made him coffee, the works! Her mom had already left work. ‘Jake wants to take me to prom but we can’t do the limo thing can we please use the convertible? Pretty please. I won’t drink. He won’t drink. We’ll be home by mid—‘ she remembered wrapping her arms around his neck just like Stacy had done.

His voice brought her back to the present.

“She is a good girl, I hope you’ll give her a chance, her brother too…. Do you want to talk now, or would you like me to show you to your room so you can unpack, shower, relax, whatever you need to do?”

“W-what? Oh. Hopefully we all get along. Why don’t you show me to my room and we can talk? Kill two birds with one stone.” She said as brightly as she could as she felt a sudden brush of sadness wash over her.

She just wanted to get all of getting to know you shit out of the way. Because she felt so vulnerable. Morgan was basically walking into a brand new world where she had little to no control and it scared the shit out of her.

Not to mention seeing her dad with Kate made her miss Mitchell. She’d taken him for granted. Did he miss her too or had he done the same thing as her dad and moved on quickly?

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill gripped his younger daughter, enjoying her tease. She had only recently turned 18, and he could not deny, that these father/daughter exchanges, were spurring all too familiar demons. Of course, Kate was far more open, and almost encouraging of the open affection amongst both of them and their children.

Kate had early on understood and played to her husband’s attraction and arousal to a young, submissive woman. Kate knew exactly how she had become the next Mrs. Morgan, and while, they never discussed it, playing to her husband’s darker side had allowed her to lead a life she truly enjoyed. Every single aspect of it.

So, as Bill released their daughter, she having gotten what she wanted, she would see how he had momentarily cupped her young ass, and slowly let it go, as he sent her on her way, only for Kate to add a playful spank.

Bill licked his lips, one last taste of the youngest, before watching mother and daughter leave, to focus on his eldest. He watched her, she didn’t recoil from his and Stacy’s interplay, maybe she did remember, a better time between them?

There also seemed to a softness as she suggested, “W-what? Oh. Hopefully we all get along. Why don’t you show me to my room and we can talk? Kill two birds with one stone.”

”Yes, two birds … “ He smiled, and those days when she had been HIS little girl, stirred in his memory. He had regrets, not so much in what happened, for he wasn’t sure, but more for the effect. Perhaps it wasn’t too late? But not too late for what? “Let me grab your bag.”

He picked up the larger, of the two suitcases, and wondered if this trunk contained most of his eldest’s worldly possessions? What had happened to her. Bill was still a strong powerful man. Naturally muscular, and he picked up the near 60 pound bag and never considered deploying the rollers.

The bag in his left hand, he put his right into the small of her back to guide her, his fingers splayed, his grip, commanding. “Upstairs, we’ll go to the far right, you’ll have your own suite and bathroom.” The guest wing was well appointed, a large king size, pillow top mattress, a sitting area with a sofa and an overstuffed chair, coffee table and end table. The bath was equipped with both a large shower with multiple shower heads at various angles, and a whirlpool tub that could handle more than one participant.

Bill led her in, and put her suitcase up on the rack as he let his hand slide from her back. “I hope you like it and can be comfortable here.” They were now facing each other, less than an arm’s length apart as he looked into her eyes. Even with her hair in a bun, and in sweats, she was still a beauty, and he smiled, letting out a deep breath. “I’ve thought of you often, I doubt you realize how often, I should have reached out, but, … “ He stopped, “I didn’t think you’d take my call, but I want you to know, I’m really glad you are here… shall we talk?”

 

[princesssexci]

Morgan watched almost entranced by the whole scene. Her mom would’ve never let her act like that with her dad. She would’ve called her a slut and rebuked them both. She squirmed a bit while watching and felt almost like she’d been intruding on —their family time?

She followed her dad as he picked up her suitcases with ease as if they weighed nothing and silently chastised herself because she shouldn’t have noticed how he still kept fit and why not. His wife was gorgeous and in order to have a beautiful wife like that you had to stay in shape yourself.

Once they made it to what would be her room, she looked around in awe. It wasn’t that she lived in middle class before. Mitchell was well off but her dad was better off.

“I hope you like it and can be comfortable here.”

“Wow.” She whispered. Daddy had never been one to take short cuts though. “I think I can be very comfortable here.”

“I’ve thought of you often, I doubt you realize how often, I should have reached out, but, … “

Morgan chewed on her bottom lip, a habit that she’d always had whenever she got nervous and glanced up at him.

“I didn’t think you’d take my call, but I want you to know, I’m really glad you are here… shall we talk?”

Morgan nodded her head slowly and while every core of her being wanted to just wrap her arms around the man who had taken care of her for the first 18 years of her life, she needed to at least explain why she was here. She hadn’t really explained that over the phone.

“Mitchell, my husband— ex sort of. We separated. He kicked me out.” There was a sob caught in the back of her throat. “We haven’t signed any divorce paperwork or anything yet. So I’m sorry that I just called out of the blue asking for favors after not talking to you for a long time but I had nowhere else to go. My friends didn’t want to get involved and mom is…” More tears fell down her cheeks.

 

[Homerun2611]

They were finally alone, and Bill was still trying to read his daughter. Did she want to be here, had she done the math, reaized how long he had held on an affair with Kate, while still married to her mother? Realized their “night” had happened after he had sired two children with a woman not his wife?

Yet that was only part of it, after so long his daughter had reached out, and he wanted to know the answers but only in her own time. He watched as she looked around the room, Kate had made sure everything was perfect, there was even a cute, and yes, sexy, silk kimono in her bathroom, the same kind that Kate, and now Stacy, liked to wear around the house, much to Bill’s delight.

Fortunately, it had all been Kate’s idea, “I know you like your girls, to look nice for you Daddy!” She had played to his unspoken kink, and Bill suspected just one of Kate’s kinks as well. “I’m glad you like it, but really, if there is anything else, just ask, I promise I won’t deny you, I want you to be happy.”

That was the truth, so when Morgan turned to talk he was more than ready to listen. They were standing close to each other, he felt a certain electricity, dare say it attraction, but he did his very best to suppress it, trying to let old demons stay dormant.

Bill nodded, “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine any man kicking you out? Do you want to talk about why?” He knew she had married her therapist, which had always been questionable, but Bill never felt in a position to question anyone, how could he?

Yet it was the comment about having no where to go, that her friends didn’t want to be involved, made him now there was more to the story. But when the tears started to fall, he reacted instinctively, moving close and pulling her into his strong arms, her tears and sobs absorbed by his muscular chest and the soft cashmere wool of his turtleneck sweater.

It was as if the years pulled away as for the firs time since that night, he held his daughter in his arms. “It is okay baby girl…” He used the nickname from so long ago, “You can talk to me, tell me, I won‘t judge, how could I? Daddy’s here, and. I promise, I’m not going anywhere, not this time.”

He squeezed her tightly in his arms, and bend his neck to softly kiss the top of her head. “I am so glad you are here, you should be here.”

 

[princesssexci]

Everything that was in the bedroom from the spa bathtub, to the large shower to the walk in closet with the beautiful kimono robes were perfect but nothing could top being held in her dads arms at that moment. She’d forgotten what that warmth had felt like.

Did she want to talk about why she and Mitch were separated? Why divorce was a consideration? They hadn’t discussed anything really. It wasn’t something that Morgan thought she would ever talk about with her dad.

If she hadn’t just watched the scene downstairs with her dad, his new wife and his new daughter she might’ve even thought he’d judge her. Their relationship had always been different though, hadn’t it? Not as open as him and Stacy, clearly. Morgan still wasn’t sure what happened the night of her 18th birthday.

Her life just felt like a huge mess at the moment.

“There was porn found on his laptop.” Not a lie, not the full truth either. She wasn’t ready to delve into that yet though. Morgan had just gotten her daddy back and she didn’t want to ruin that by just dropping ‘by the way your daughter is a nymphomaniac who sometimes has a hard time controlling her sexual urges.’

She believed him when he said he wouldn’t judge her, but she didn’t know Kate all that well, didn’t know her siblings. It was too early to know how anything would pan out and Morgan hadn’t been joking when she said she had nowhere else to go.

“We got into an argument about it and needed space. I’m not really ready to go into full detail though.” She lifted her chin so that it was sitting squarely on his chest. “It’s hard cause I’m not sure that I showed him that I loved him enough so maybe there’s a question there or something.”

The aroma of his cologne wafted through her nose at that moment forcing her to recall how much she missed this, being in his arms. It also reminded her that her dad was married to a new woman who he’d been seeing since she was 15, she should be angry with him.

“Did mom know you were cheating on her?” She couldn’t stop the question and really, did it matter anymore? Her mom was dead, so they weren’t hurting anyone, anymore. She pulled out of his arms and started pulling clothes out of her suit case while he talked, if only to distract herself from how in the darkest parts of her mind she wanted to know how it would feel to have his body pressed against her with no clothes on.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill well knew he was enjoying holding his daughter way too much. Part of it was the desire for her that would always be latent inside of him, likely only needind the faintest spark to ignite. Part of it was a sense of relief. He had so long fears he had destroyed his relationship with her forever that night. And here now, what was once total despair, existed new hope.

He sighed and reluctantly let her go when she pulled away to start putting her clothes away, although he did pay more attention tHan he should have at some of her slinkier dresses and various delicates.

He listened to her story, “Porn? That bothered you?” He was a bit surprised, was she possibly a prude like her mother had been. Of course maybe they were normal, and it was his sexual appetites that were in question, although porn had never been his thing, other than one actress he liked.

”Your whole argument was about the porn? Or was there more?” He softened, ”I’m sorry if he hurt you, but I can assure you it wasn’t because he didn’t find you desirable.” He stopped he had said too much, but he had promised himself, he was going to be honest with her going forward, he had stayed quiet far too long, he wasn’t going to try to be something he wasn’t. “Do you want to save the marriage?” He would hold his breath, and feel guilty in knowing a large part of him hoped that the answer was NO!”

Finally the question came he had been expecting, “Did mom know you were cheating on her?” Bill sighed, “I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t be surprised either.” Here it goes, where honesty might bite him in the ass and lose his daughter once again. “I want to be honest with you, and I hope we can talk as adults. Honey, your mother and I had very different sexual appetites…”

The question was just how honest he would be. “Not long before I met Kate, your mother came into our room and caught me masturbating.” Here was the tricky part, “I was clearly fantasizing about another woman…if we weren’t already done at that point, we were as of that moment. But I was never satisfied, I just wanted and needed more than she could ever be comfortable with, maybe you are more like your mother, maybe I am more like your husband. I don’t know?”
Stopping, to give you a chance to question, run, whatever, but it felt good ot get this off my chest. “Although porn isn’t really my deal, other than Leah Gotti, I guess I had a thng for her.” If she looked her up, she would notice a near doppelgänger for herself, and a woman who particularly enjoyed anal, with incestuous themes. “… I wanted the real thing. I am not necessarily proud of having darker desires, but I also know they are a part of me…”. He stopped, “Was that your husbands issue too, he perhaps liked to play a little rough and dirty?”

 

[princesssexci]

Morgan closed her eyes and shook her head as she listened to her dad talk, finding reasons for her to forgive him. She shook her head swallowing hard. As she put her clothes away she was trying to make sure she paid attention to which suit cases she was bringing out in front of her dad as some of them had sex toys hidden under some of the clothes, some not hidden super well since at one point Mitch had rushed her out and threw some of the stuff in there.

Asshole.

It annoyed her because her dad was right. Porn wasn’t even the biggest issue. He knew what she was, so the behavior shouldn’t have surprised him and instead of being upset he could’ve just added it to the list of sexy things to do together.

Too bad her dad thought she was talking about him instead of herself and part of her thought maybe now would be the best time to fess up. Get it out in the open. He was basically admitting he had the same issues as she had.

“I’m not sure if I want to or not. After we fought we separated. We haven’t exactly spoken since then, so I’m not sure where he stands. “

The irony in this whole situation was that while her dad had married younger, she had married older. Mitchell was close to around her dads age, probably. He was 45 years old when she met him. She was 20. So maybe, his sex drive was going down or something?

“I don’t want to talk about Mitch anymore,daddy.” She said in a childish voice. It wasn’t on purpose, it just sort of came out that way. So Morgan was incredibly thankful when he moved onto discussing what happened between him and her mom, she frowned looking at the picture of the porn actress.

Weird. She looked oddly like Morgan did when she was 18. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that Kate looked similar to her too, if she were blonde. She was almost curious about what that dark desire was that he kept mentioning.

The idea of it, just imagining what it could’ve been sent a pleasurable tingle to her pussy and she bit the inside of her cheek. She’d already put up a lot of her dresses, mostly short and flowy. Of course, she’d never liked wearing tight clothing because flowy dresses were just more fun in general.

The next suitcase had her panties and bras along with her pajamas and other sexy night wear. Morgan didn’t respond when daddy said that maybe she was more like her mom.

Somehow, she doubted that. It was honestly a miracle that she didn’t have any STD’s or that she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

At his second question though, Morgan bit her lip. “Rough and dirty…” she repeated slowly. This was a conversation that she probably shouldn’t have been having with her dad,”I—w-what do you mean?” She also probably should’ve stopped the conversation from where it was heading especially since her dad didn’t actually have all the details.

 

[Homerun2611]

(OOC: Princesssexci and I are switching this to first person, despite this being a multi principal characters.)

Bill Maxwell

I wondered if Morgan sensed my curiosity as she unpacked. Many of the dresses were short and flowing, and with warm weather soon approaching as Spring was in the air, I couldn’t help but imagine how my daughter might look. She continued to unpack and as she opened her next bag, delicates emerging, I needed my mind to go elsewhere than imagining her in thongs and French cut lace panties. Of course, that would likely come later, when either alone or with Kate.

Smiling, listening, “I’m not sure I care where he stands, but I do care where you stand, and if you want to talk it out, I’m happy to, okay?” I didn’t like Mitchell, never had, even though I had never met him directly, only researched him a bit. And yes it was perhaps jealousy of having another man paw and fuck my daughter, but again, I couldn’t and wouldn’t judge.

It made me feel so good to hear Daddy roll off Morgan’s tongue, and the lilt in her voice. “That’s fine, I won’t bring him up against you want to, I won’t bring up any men?” Winking, more than happy after a fifteen year absence to be the only man in your life for a while, not thinking about Jackson also being around the house and likely being his own source of temptation.

Whether or not Morgan was putting one plus one together, both in terms of the choice of his wife, and the porn actress was not something I was thinking about, and in fairness I hadn’t ever thought about it as explicitly as pure observation would suggest. I had just been attracted, aroused and found both to be sources of sexual relief, and in Kate’s instance, much more than that.

I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, but the question had popped to the surface, before I could stop it. “Was that your husbands issue too, he perhaps liked to play a little rough and dirty?” I knew why I was curious, even though I could not remember that night, the claw marks on my skin, suggested, if we had sex, and it was consensual, which I hoped and prayed it was, no matter how taboo that act also was, but if Morgan didn’t like it rough, than the implications of our night got even darker.

But now that I had said it, and Morgan had picked up, what choice did I have. “Your mother‘ idea of great sex was pure missionary position, perhaps kissing while I pretty much did… well … everything.” That was awkward enough, but, “I know I like, I think many men like, a woman who enjoys sex as much as he does, and gets into it…”. God did I have to give examples?

“I enjoy a woman who is interactive and a bit wild, I don’t think your mother ever wanted to do that, and I don’t think we ever could have found we enjoyed the same types of things. But I hoped for you, that you would enjoy sex? Letting go, but if you don’t, there is nothing wrong, your mother didn’t either.”

I was talking in circles, trying to ask without asking, were the marks on my body that night indicatI’ve of passion shared, or teh fact I had raped my daughter?

Jackson Maxwell

”Your sister’s here?” The observation came from the naked blonde sitting on my left, next to me in the hot tub, where I was also naked. Kelly Donewald, the Kelly my sister had mentioned, well her summer parties often ended with several people naked, wet and drunk. “Where?”

“Right there…”. Said Diane, my sort of girl friend who was also naked, but straddling my thigh, with her back against me, her breasts acting like buoys in the bubbling hot water.

Craining my neck around I saw Stacy coming toward me, huge grin, and dangling keys in front of her. God bless my sister, and her abilty to shake her sexy ass to manipulate our father!

Extending my hand, waving her over, we had to figure out quickly, who was driving and I was already a beer and a half in… “Stace…come here!”

 

[princesssexci]

~*Morgan*~

I had to bite back my laughter and paused when I heard my dad seeming to struggle on describing exactly what he meant when he said 'play a little rough and dirty'. The man who not to long ago was kissing his youngest daughter and wife.

“Your mother‘ idea of great sex was pure missionary position, perhaps kissing while I pretty much did… well … everything.” he seemed to pause aannd choose his words wisely,“I know I like, I think many men like, a woman who enjoys sex as much as he does, and gets into it…”. Another pause with a look of frustration.

“I enjoy a woman who is interactive and a bit wild, I don’t think your mother ever wanted to do that, and I don’t think we ever could have found we enjoyed the same types of things. But I hoped for you, that you would enjoy sex? Letting go, but if you don’t, there is nothing wrong, your mother didn’t either.”

"Daddy, relax." I said. "I like sex." Too much.

And now with that example in my head, I had something to feed into my own personal fantasies tonight. I really should've left that question alone. I grabbed another thong quickly as I spoke not spotting my 10 inch dildo rolling out of its hiding place still in the suitcase but more visible. "I don't just lay in bed like a damsel from some historical romance novel. I'm very...proactive. I actually don't think I've had any complaints now that I think about it."

That was okay to tell him, wasn't it? I wasn't sure. We should probably stop this conversation while we're ahead. "Is it always so uh open here? I mean not that it makes me uncomfortable or anything, I just...it was different for me so I'm not really used to what I saw downstairs." I said. I passed by one of the bags that had my makeup and other toiletries and grabbed them to sort through them before putting them away.

~*Stacy*~

I was a master of manipulation when it came to my dad. I only hoped that it remained that way with our new sister having arrived. Old sister? Whatever. She was definitely hot but she seemed...boring? Yeah, boring would be the word and kind of a nerd.

What the hell was chauvinistic?

Shaking my head, I weaved my way through the party, grabbing a beer but holding off before opening it. I quickly spotted Jackson. My eyes narrowed because he was already drinking. Who the fuck was gonna drive us home if we were both drunk? "Jacksooon..." I whined as I walked over to the sauna he was in, "If you're drunk and I'm drunk. Who is gonna drive us home? You were supposed to be the sober driver person. That's so chauvinistic of you."

God, I hope I was using that word right. I set my beer on the table and was already pulling my top off.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Sweat had to be pooling down my back. How exactly does one explain great sex, what it feels like to bump and grind, slap and tickle, thrust and give, take and enjoy in pure erotic bliss. Particularly, when you aren’t 100% but are probably at least 95% positive you have fucked, and fucked with passion and unbridled desire.

What I really wanted/needed to know was “I was noticing your long nails, and I remember when you were young, you know, before our night, you had similar. So, as I look at those talons, how do you like to use them during sexy. Do you grip and hold on, ride with reckless abandon like a cowgirl breaking a wild stallion, do you honey?”

That was what I wanted to know, because if you were milk toast, laying there with a “do me and get it over quickly’ we’ll, that meant, I was a very bad man, even worse than the man I could already acknowledge I was. "Daddy, relax." I said. "I like sex."

”Oh thank God!” The response was completely reflexive as I exhaled, adn momentarily let my guilt take a vacation. The response didn’t change anything really, I was still your father, and seemingly got you drunk me drunk and fucked! Yet to think I hadn’t necessarily forced myself did make a difference. Not just for yours and my relationship, but in not being so worried about what if I were alone with Stacy, and our flifting escalated!

”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m glad. I … “. Stopped and looking in your eyes, and damn, letting my eyes run up and down your sexy body, “…I’m glad, and Mitchell’s a fool!” Giving you a smile, this felt oddly natural, and good.

My eyes follow your hands as you pull the thong from your case, and the dildo rolled out in the open. Eyes stopped and took it in, ironically at eight inches and a bit over two inches thick it was reminiscent of good old Dad, but that was not an observation I would share. But, I could tease! “Okay, I believe you, you like sex, and I’m glad you do. I’m happy to see my girl still plays with toys too.”
The fact you would tell me you never had complaints, suggested two things, one that the way I had imagined you in the past, may just be correct, but two, that you had enjoyed many lovers.

Perhaps it was the thong, the conversation or the dildo, but I could feel my body reacting and sat down to cross my legs, and ideally prevent or at least hide the erection growing in my trousers. "Is it always so uh open here? I mean not that it makes me uncomfortable or anything, I just...it was different for me so I'm not really used to what I saw downstairs."

Taking a second, trying to remember. “You mean Stacy, I guess you don’t remember, but some of what she did, was right out of your playbook at one time.” Stopping to see if you do indeed remember? “But it starts with Kate, she is a pretty open person, and couldn’t be more different than your mother. She, uh, believes in people not being embarrassed about their sexuality.”

But that didn’t really cover it did it? “What surprised you? How Stacy acted, or that it didn’t bother Kate? Kate is not like your mother. She is pretty open sexually, and we allow each other freedom to explore our own desires. But if something bothers you, I want to know it, so would Kate? We really want you to feel at home and comfortable here.”

We still hadn’t discussed that night, I had considered it a couple of times, but perhaps you just wanted it to stay in the past?

Jackson

She was right, I hadn’t expected her to get the car, but I should have known better. “So he gave you what you wanted, and I’m guessing you left Dad with a hard on?” I was teasing sort of, but our parents did not hide that they were sexual people and that had just become a part of their fabric.

On top of that, Stacy was hot, I knew it, and Dad had to as well. Stacy took off her top, and Diane was the first to say, “Fuck your sister has great tits?” Only to look at me, “is it okay you are seeing them?” Reaching down to grab my sometime girlfriend’s ass, I winked at Stac, “Well, I’ve seen them before but I do agree she has great tits!”

This was the constant question amongst our friends behind our backs, “Did they or didn’t they fuck around?” It was natural, we were both hot and flagrant in many of our behaviors. I loved the speculation and figured Stacy must too, it only built our reps. Besides that, whose fucking business was it anyway?

“Move over guys, let my sister in? But you know the rules Stacy, no clothes in the hot tub.“ Taking my beer, I poured the rest in the bubbling hot water. “I only had one, I promise I’m not drunk and will be sober before we leave.“

I wanted to change topics, I was curious about finally meeting Dad’s other daughter, “So, did she show up? What is she like?” And then as much for everyone else, as fo me, “Is she hot? I mean, would you do her?

 

[princesssexci]

”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m glad. I … “ When I glanced at you as you paused and our eyes met, my brow furrowed. Were you trying to ask me something else? “…I’m glad, and Mitchell’s a fool!” I smiled softly at you before turning back to close the drawers before you mentionned me playing with toys. That was a bit confusing until the realization slowly hit me. "Shit." I hissed and quickly walked over to my suitcase. and shut it, blushing. "Very funny daddy."

“You mean Stacy, I guess you don’t remember, but some of what she did, was right out of your playbook at one time.”

I glanced up at you biting my lip as you watched me. I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted me to say. It wasn't like I taught that to Stacy.

"A little bit." I answered. "Sorry, probably from all the drinking I did in college., made me forget some stuff. " I said. Though there was some stuff that was starting to come back to me.

“But it starts with Kate, she is a pretty open person, and couldn’t be more different than your mother. She, uh, believes in people not being embarrassed about their sexuality.”

I slowly nodded and smiled, "Well, that's good. I'm glad you found someone who...who fits you." I was going to be mature about this. I wasn't 13. There was no reason to fight over my dad like a jealous teenager. I didn't like that she called him daddy.

“What surprised you? How Stacy acted, or that it didn’t bother Kate? Kate is not like your mother. She is pretty open sexually, and we allow each other freedom to explore our own desires. But if something bothers you, I want to know it, so would Kate? We really want you to feel at home and comfortable here.”

Fuck.

"I--" It wasn't any of that. Why would you think that was what bothered me? I was over that. "It just felt weird hearing her call you daddy, thats all. " I couldn't believe I'd admitted to that. I was 33 and had an active sex life and it wasn't like that was a new bedroom nickname that I'd heard before. "Forget I said anythinng. It's just culture shock, so to speak."

I was quiet for a minute. It felt like there was this big elephannt in the room with us. Somethinng we both wanted but didn't know if the other wanted to talk about it. "Daddy, I..." I wasn't sure how to ask or bring it up. Just do it, like that one old Nike commercial used to say. "We should go out to dinner or lunch to that restaurant you took me to for my 18th birthday."

Okay, that wasnn't a question but it was a start, I guess.

~*Stacey*~

I rolled my eyes at Jackson's new flings for the night. This always happened. I'd come along and someone would think we were banging. Seriously, my tits were no different than anyone elses at this party. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and opened my beer.

"I didn't even leave him hard." Not this time.

“So, did she show up? What is she like?”

I rolled my eyes as I took anothersip of the beer then slowly slid in the warm water. "She's a nerd." Okay she wasn't a nerd. She could probably pass for a model. "But yes. She has nice tits." Because thats what he was really asking.

“Is she hot? I mean, would you do her?

"Yes. I said she has nice tits." I said sounding a little irritated. I didn't see what the big deal was. "Dark hair, brown eyes, pouty lips. " Her mouth would probably look good wrapped arounnd Jackson's cock but I didn't say that. Well, I wasn't going to say that right now with everyone listening.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

I saw your brow furrow, my pause had come at an odd time. “I’m sorry, I was just admiring your nails. I be those could be some real weapons if you wanted them to be, or… “ Damn my fantasies, wanting to feel my daugher’s talons gripped into my back or ass, her legs wrapped around me, as I drove her into the bed or up against a wall. Yes I liked it hard sometimes, not always, I enjoyed a good long, slow, almost tantric fuck as well, but both parties had to be in that mood for prolonged edging, or even cumming without ejaculating.

Kate liked to fuck for hours, have a man ride her to her near breaking point, and so I had learned tantric techniques, so my cock could thrust and enjoy near endressly while never slowing her enjoyment. I was looking at Morgan wondering similar, if she would similarly enjoy such prolonged fucking?

Your embarrassment at the revelation of your toy was cute, “Hey, there is nothing wrong with aids, alone or in concert, a man only has one cock and a woman has so much to enjoy?” I knew she was embarrassed, and while I was trying to make sure she knew I thought it was no big deal, I was unwittingly, or perhaps not so innocently, letting my daughter know that I was interested in more than just a woman’s pussy.

Why did it feel okay that Morgan’t and my conversation had drifted in this manner. But we had stayed silent, left so much unsaid, that things seemed to be gushing out, like water leaks from a long held and increasingly corroded damn.

Smiling, “Ah, yes, that she calls me Daddy!. I guess it is just habit, when we met, as you know or can guess she was 22 and I was forty. It was just a playful nickname, I’m sure you can understand the sexual undertone. She doesn’t say it often, but sometimes, and yeah, I’m sorry, you are my daughter, you and Stacey, and yes, Daddy not only belongs to you, but I love it when you call me that, I always have.… I’ll try to discourage Kate… “

Wanting to soothe you, reaching out to rub my hand up the back of your calf and thigh as you unpacked, “I’m sorry, you will always be my little girl, I don’t care how old or married you are.”

We still hadn’t touched on the obvious, until, "Daddy, I...We should go out to dinner or lunch to that restaurant you took me to for my 18th birthday." You had to see the surprise in my eyes, opening my mouth, initially no words would come out. Yet, if I wasn’t hard before, the touching of your leg and then the tone of your voice had me rock hard.

”I wasn’t sure…“ Stopping and looking, could you possibly be suggesting? God don’t read too much into this. Take a deep breath. “Stephano’s is still there, as good as ever after all these years.… I’d love that, I really would, I can’t remember the last time I was there…”

That was a total lie, I knew exactly, I hadn’t been back there in fifteen years, but I knew it was still good, considered one of the best places in town. Kate had wanted to go there often and I had always come up with an excuse.
”Actually Kate has a ladies night out tonight, we weren’t sure you were coming today and this is her regular group. The kids are off at that party, so, if I can get reservations, would you be willing to go tonight?“

I wanted to add, “Have a date with your Dad?” But that was too close, yet, that is what I was thinking, wasn’t it, or at least waht I hoped somewhere deep inside?

Jackson

I know my sister, and something is wrong. Truth is I could give a shit about either of the two girls I am with, not when compared with her. Biting my lips I watch Stacey strip, and slowly enter the water. Oh how tongues will wag, as the mystery of us continues, rumors will likely start that I am sharing her with two other girls in some sort of wild orgy.

You are funny, "I didn't even leave him hard." The two girls with me are somewhere in between confused and aroused, wondering if any of this could be real. “Poor Dad, is he not feeling well, or otherwise engaged?” I don’t realize that I have may just have hit a nerve.

Of course it is just fantasy, Stacy myself and the two girls, I mean, it could be incredible, but I can’t imagine it happening? Weill, okay, I can imagine it, likely will imagine it, but could I make it happen? Hmm. Doesn’t matter, all that matters is the look on her face. Something was wrong with Stacey, but what?

Pushing Diane from my lap, the heat of the water has prevented me from being truly hard, adn when I stand up in the water, even at my height, only the top of my completely shaved pubic area and the top two inches of my long, but flaccid shaft are visible as I close on my sister, leaning in so only she can hear.

”C’mon what’s wrong Sexy?” My pet name for her when I am trying to be loving instead of a pain in the ass. Of course it is also accurate, my sister is the hottest girl at this party, of course I’m biased, and have had the pleasure of watching her masturbate for me, but even so, she’s fucking hot. Yet she seemed upset by my question of our “older sister’ and I move closer.

”C’mon, tell big brother what’s wrong, is there some dude here I need to beat up?“ I know Diane will be on my arm shortly, probaly with her hand claiming my cock, but I hold my hand back behind me, to discourage her, “C’mon Stac… whatcha thinking?”

 

[princesssexci]

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with aids, alone or in concert, a man only has one cock and a woman has so much to enjoy?”

I smirked at this but had to wonder if again he was implying something else. I knew that I was starting to get a bit worked up with these small innuendos we were throwing at one another though and I was probably going to use that toy sooner rather than later.

That also told me that one of the other suitcase had my vibrator in it. Not exactly something I wanted my dad to see. Plus it made me think of times when Mitchell would use it on me in public.

Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I focused back in on the conversation.

“No, you don’t have to change just because I’m weird.” I teased. “It’s fine. Like I said, her calling you daddy is just something I’ll make myself get used to.”

Who was I to judge? I’d essentially done the same thing that she did, married a man half my age. I inhaled deeply as his hand moved over my thigh. I shouldn’t have wanted it to go higher.

“I’d love to.” I said ignoring the warm sensation between my legs. “Besides, getting out of the house will be good for me. Isn’t that what you used to tell me every time some stupid boy broke my heart?”

Stacy

“Otherwise engaged.” I sink further in the water part of me wonders if he fucked her, if daddy fucked his first born. He seemed distracted.

“I dunnoooo, maybe I’m just horny and all the guys seemed to be taken.” I pick myself up, mentally. This was a fucking party. I didn’t beg to come out here to be sad as shit.

I smiled at him. He was being oddly nice today. “I’m fine, really.” I said softly. Actually, now that I thought about it? Having an older sister that was over the age of 18 could be fun. She could get us liquor.

“I just need to get laaaid.” I took another swig of my beer,”Help me out?” I pouted.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Was it my imagination, it seemed your breathing was changing, the room seemingly getting warmer the more we talked? I had opened up quite a bit, maybe too much, but you seemed to be playing your cards closer to the vest. “I‘ve probably said too much, but I want us to really know each other. Morgan, I don’t expect you are here because everything is great with you, but if there is any place you don’t need to worry about what you’ve done, it is here.”

Laughing, “You’re not weird, all I am going to ask is I want you to be the real you, be yourself, and don’t apologize for it, but at the same time, Kate and my other two kids I want to be themselves too. I think you might like it, if you try.”

Having my hand on your leg momentarily, sliding it slowly up the back before taking it away mid thigh, sent sparks through my body I knew I had to repress. So much for all that talk of doing what you wanted. Yet it didn’t stop me from suggesting we go out tonight to the place you had surprisingly suggested, the place where all of this started, or ended, depending on how you thought of it.

Laughing, “Yes I did, and it is still true, even if it is with your father.” Getting up, “It is five, I will get us reservations for 7:30, if that works. I hope you wear one of those dresses you unpacked, I am looking forward to being with the prettiest girl in the place.”

What I didn’t mention was the thongs I had watched you put away, nor did I hug you before leaving. “Morgan, I am really glad you’re here, and I am looking forward to tonight.” Eyes did linger on yours, it did feel like a date, didn’t it?

The shower provided needed relief, and by 7 I was in slacks, dress shirt and my favorite sport coat. Even I had to smile as I put cologne behind my ears, neck and chest. It was only then I wondered, did I have this all wrong, was this to christen a new start, or uncover an uncomfortable truth?
Walking from the bedroom I poured myself a scotch, and waited for my date.

Jackson

”Otherwise engaged.” It was hard to hide my smirk. “Somebody’s jealous?” Watching my sister pout was actually entertaining, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” I had seen how my father looked at my sister, it wasn’t a whole lot different than I did. We were men, and she liked playing with fire.

Dropping down on my knees to look into her eyes, not worrying about the two sets of eyes burning holes through my back. Reaching out, I ran my fingers and palms up your thighs, “The guys aren’t taken, if you are an option, are you an option Sexy?” For all of out teasing and play, I was pretty sure my sister was a virgin, but we hadn’t discussed it. Maybe I just liked thinking of her that way. Sexy and flirty as hell, but still in some way untouched. It was not a topic we discussed.

Here I was though, our pers all around and my hands under the water, well up Stacey’s thighs. “I just need to get laaaid.” Brow crooked, perhaps I was wrong. it made no difference, but hearing this from her lips, had me hard, water or not. ”Help me out?”

She had to see me bite my lip, “If that is a request sister, this is hardly the place?” My heart was nearly bursting through my chest, but fuck I was trying my best to use humor to diffuse the situation. Not sure it was working, moving even closer. “Stacey, there are guys that would line up, but… do you really want one of them?” Yet what I knew I was really asking was, are you sure you don’t want me?

 

[princesssexci]

“I’ve probably said too much, but I want us to really know each other. Morgan, I don’t expect you are here because everything is great with you, but if there is any place you don’t need to worry about what you’ve done, it is here.”

“I have no problem getting reacquainted with you dad.” I smiled. We had jumped into the deep end of getting to know each other. My eyes followed his hand as it trailed a little further up my thigh before it stopped.

“You’re not weird, all I am going to ask is I want you to be the real you, be yourself, and don’t apologize for it, but at the same time, Kate and my other two kids I want to be themselves too. I think you might like it, if you try.”

I smiled at him,”And the real me is totally weird but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

It felt nice to be this way with him again. I didn’t realize how much I missed daddy.

Leaning my head against the shower after putting the rest of my stuff away, I thought about my dads words and just the way he made me feel overall. If I thought king and hard about this I’d always had a tiny crush on him. What girl didn’t though? Dads were usually the first man in their life right? Who they modeled their husbands after.

My hands lightly moved down my stomach towards my pussy. It was tempting, I could touch myself imagine it was daddy touching me just to take the edge off before we went out.

My fingers brushed over the opening of my pussy and I bit back a moan, biting my lip.

I now had to wonder when Kate called him daddy did he ever imagine it was me? That was probably a question I didn’t need the answer to. Forcing my hand away, I finished up my shower and got out quickly drying myself. I ended up putting on a baby blue dress and wearing my hair down. After fixing up my make up and spraying some light perfume I looked myself over in the mirror and decided that I looked good.

The dress came a little bit above my knees and it was probably too short to be wearing with my dad but most of my dresses were short. I grabbed a light sweater just in case it got cold out and headed downstairs.

I smiled as I watched my dad drinking his scotch. “Same drink? It’s like going back in time.”

~Stacy ~

“If that is a request sister, this is hardly the place?”

At the heated gaze of my brother, I fought the urge to lick my lips as I glanced down his body. God I wished we were alone right now. I’d asked if we could masturbate together or something.

Or maybe see if he’d let me stroke his cock this time? Every other time was just us masturbating next to one another or watching the other while masturbating. I squeezed my legs together feeling that familiar tingle of pleasure.

“Stacey, there are guys that would line up, but… do you really want one of them?”

“I dunno.” I said in answer to his question,”The guy I want is busy with someone else…or two.” I idly flicked my eyes behind him pretending like I was looking behind Diane and whatever the other girls name was but I obviously meant them.

Of course I wanted him to take my virginity. If he couldn’t then I’d find someone else, though.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

I wanted to cum, needed to cum, wanted to fantasize of kissing you, taking you, every inch of your body, making love if that is what you needed, and/or fucking you deep and hard if that is what you needed more!

The water rained down from the expensive shower head, splattering on muscles, starved with need. The time in your room had been so sweet, but the desire came flooding back, heady stuff, that I knew would not pass.

I had made an oath to myself, before you showed up, repeated now, I wouldn’t force myself on you, perhaps I had once, I did not know, but not again. However, should you signal, want, instigate or even respond, then God help me, but I did not think I could stop.

I had dressed up, taken the time to choose only the things Kate and Stacey tole me they liked most, I could only hope your taste would align. I wanted to see that look in your eyes, that look I thought I saw once. It was the purest, sweetest desire, wasn’t it? Oh God, tell me it was true, and if so, could it be there again.

I knew no father should want this, it was not moral, the polar opposite, but, it was me, and I loved you, wanted you, I had since you became a woman, and I couldn’t imagine ever feeling any other way.

I let the water soothe my muscles, took deep breaths, I would not come at the thought of you, if I came because of you, it would be by your hand, mouth, or cunt, and I would make sure that you do the same. Such was my promise, my unholy vow!

Standing there waiting, two crystal glasses were out, Baccaret cut crystal, each with two clear ice cubes, mine already filled with two fingers when I heard you on the steps, turning around, feeling my breath taken away. Smile spreads eat to ear as eyes sparkle and rake over every spectacular inch. “Wow, sweetheart you look… stunning!” The slightest moan of pure delight escaping from my lips.
Taking a sip to collect myself, seeing you smile is perfection. “Same drink? It’s like going back in time.” Eyes look to yours, “Is that a good thing, I hope it is?”

I don’t know if I am talking to you or myself, but I watch your reaction. “I have a second glass, what is your drink now? This is seventeen year old scotch, it is very smooth.” As I say the word, my eyes look at bare legs, that lead to semi transparent material that shows thighs, leading to tender Y. “Scotch, vodka, gin, the bar is well stocked now, name your poison .. or we can go?”

I can’t take my eyes off you, “You know you’re even more beautiful now, I didn’t think it was possible … but you are sweetheart.” Take another sip of liquid courage, pour you one if you want, share a toast, a moment, I want this, I want this night, I want a do over… but is that possible?

Jackson

I watched her eyes go down, the look in her eyes, as my tip rose above the bubbly water, a wanton periscope in search of its target. Realizing I stoop down in the water, and kneel down, reaching down to spread my sisters legs, so that I can slide between, if only to talk more privately.

I know her too well, we have shared things we shouldn’t but both loved. “We could do that now, just not here.” Speaking in code, but she must know what I mean, the only sexual thing we have ever shared, but have shared increasingly often and ever closer. The last time as I ejaculated on her torso.

Hands are on sisterly thighs, asking if you really want one of these neandrathals? Not really wanting to hear the answer I fear, but instead hearing what I most want. “I dunno. The guy I want is busy with someone else…or two.” Almost on cue I hear Diane, “Come on Jackie, come back over here baby…”

Shaking my head, snapping it around, “Shut up, and its Jackson, no one calls me Jackie but… “ I look into your eyes, and you know the answer, no one but you. Eyes stay fixed on you, only you. “They’re placeholders Sexy, nothing but place holders, I’m leaving with you, it’s why I stopped drinking, remember.“

Leaning in more, hands sliding hight on young firm thighs. “Do you need to cum?“ Waiting, “So do I?” These words are only for you. “Want to get out of here, Mom and Dad don’t expect us until late, we could go wherever? You make the call, and we’re out of here!”

Another whine, “Jackson .. what about us?” Looking back at you, “Well, you wanna get out of here?”

 

[princesssexci]

At his compliment, I bit my lip trying to hide my smile but failed miserably. “This old thing.” My eyes briefly roamed over his body and how good my daddy looked in his casual suit. That didn’t surprise me though, he always dressed to impress. It was where I learned my good fashion skills.

“I have a second glass, what is your drink now? This is seventeen year old scotch, it is very smooth.”

I stared at the glass and bit my lip looking back at him. “Oh god, all the strong stuff.” I wrinkle my nose and laughed a little. “I can have a little of what you’re having for now.”

I blushed at the compliment. “I guess I just age well is all. Maybe it runs in the family or something.” Fuck, I said that out loud but I don’t allow myself to over think it. If I do, then I’ll probably overthink everything I say tonight.

One thing I’ve taught myself is to not overthink or regret anything. Even drunken mistakes.

“Not a bad thing.” I said with a laugh. I bit my lip and looked at him thinking back to the day after my 18th birthday waking up naked in my bed, alone and confused.

Part of me wanted to know and another part of me wanted to just leave it there, in the past. It was why I kept pushing past that topic.

~ Stacy ~

I bit back another moan as Jackson squatted down even further this time moving between my thighs. Now, I really didn’t want to be here anymore. I mean, sure I came to the party and had begged daddy to let me go to the party but really it was only because Jackson was here for the most part.

If he hadn’t been here I probably wouldn’t have had any interest in it considering tonight was moms girls night out and it would’ve meant I could’ve spent the whole night torturing daddy by teasing him in some sort of way.

“Come on Jackie, come back over here baby…”

Ughhh I hated when they called him that. They’d heard me call Jackson that once and did it all the time now. My heart soars when you tell them not to call that though.

“I wanna go now.” I mumble in answer to your question. Not because I was tired but because I wanted to feel your touch. “Yes, please….Can we go?” I begged, fighting to hold back the whimper clearing my throat. I didn’t want to move away from his touch but knew I had to if we were going to leave then climbed out of the hot tub.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

God help me! The way her dress played peekaboo with her legs and whatever she was wearing underneath was driving me crazy with want and speculation. “This old thing?” I could tell she was pleased, just as I was as I watched my daughter‘s eyes paw at my clothes. Giving her a wink, “Imagine how people will look at us? Wonder how that older man possibly could attract such a beautiful young woman?“ Guesses would be money or sex, not father/daughter, although one did not necessarily preclude the other.

I needed this drink. The crystal glass felt good on my lips, and the Johnnie Walker Blue felt better on my tongue. Morgan was right, my liquor cabinet now held only the good stuff, partly because I no longer drank anywhere near as much of it. “Not the strong stuff, the good stuff, be careful though, this does go down smooth!”

”Not a bad thing…” Smile creases lips and I lift the scotch to pour yours. “Good, I am really looking forward to spending the night with you. I’ve waited fifteen years hoping for another night.” I don’t mean that as it sounds, only that I have missed you, and thought of you perhaps a million times. I don’t think you take it the wrong way though, I think we both want a new start?

Pouring her a glass, again two cubes and just a splash of water to release the flavor. Handing her the crystal, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like this, electric charges firing throughout my body. Holding up the glass, “To you, to us, to a new and better life…” Clicking glasses, it only seemed right to lean in and give my daughter a kiss.

The intent was the cheek, but as her head turned, my lips met hers, it was just a peck except her lips were so soft, and such an unexpected surprise, it lingered, before pulling away. “I meant to kiss you on…” Pointing to your cheek with the glass in my hand, only to grin and blush, “I’m glad I missed, that was nice.”

Eyes go to yours, did I just make a huge mistake? Have I ruined our evening, or potentially simply and perhaps positively changed the vector? Another sip taken, what possibly is my little girl thinking?

Jackson

My fingertips are less than an inch from your crotch, at least tease you, and turn that frown upside down. I love you with all my heart, one part protector, one part predator, and trying so hard not to let the latter fully out. It is not easy to both be in love and lust with your sister, yet want to be her white knight.

We started crossing the line almost a year ago, but so far, the line has stayed at voyeurism and exhibitionism, but that line is getting very, very blurry. I hear Diane, maybe both of them soon I know they will get up and come for me, so I can cum for them, so I shoo them away. I need you to know, it is only you I care about in this moment.

“I wanna go now.” You mumble in answer to my question. “Yes, please….Can we go?” Fingers move up and squeeze your thighs, “Yes, now…” Only there is a problem, I have just been below water, kneeling at my sister, and if I stand, everyone within view will see my massive, and I say that in all humility, erection. “Uh, just a minute Stace, you go and I’ll be right out.” I look down so you understand the issue.

”Dog shit, vomit, old women’s tits and pussy… acne, diarrhea … “ Every nasty think I can think of, and, problem solved. Still partially erect, but not so bad that the serpent can’t leave the water.

”Where are you going? STAY” Comes the plea of the two girls, “Sorry, I need to take Stacy home, I’ll see if I can come back.” It is a lie, I won’t be back, I am leaving with the girl I want and with my arm around you, we quickly escape the party.

“How about we go to the lake, I’ve got my fake, we can get some beer and… is that blanket still in the trunk?” Gripping you tighter, that line is getting even blurrier!

 

[princesssexci]

“Imagine how people will look at us? Wonder how that older man possibly could attract such a beautiful young woman?“

I roll my eyes playfully at my dads comment. “Puhlease, you’re only a few years older than my ex.” I tease, “and I’m what only a few years younger than your wife we could probably easily pass as a couple.” I’m obviously joking, I think.

“Not the strong stuff, the good stuff, be careful though, this does go down smooth!”

“Are you suggesting that I’ll get drunk easily? Daddy, I’ve learned to hold my alcohol very well.” I purred getting ready to take a sip from the glass that you handed me only to be interrupted by your lips touching mine because I had turned my head to ask a question.

My eyes widened with shock for a minute but my lips tingled. I wanted him to kiss me again but next time longer, deeper, and so much harder and passionate.

“Me too.” I mumbled before quickly taking a sip of my drink and averting my eyes quickly. I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. When I pulled the glass away from my lips I lick some of the scotch off and smile. “You’re right, it is smooth. Almost as smooth as my daddy.”

I was trying my best to stay as nonchalant as possible but I was imagining him pressed against me kissing me passionately, as if our lives depended on it. His hand moving up my thigh like it was earlier pushing up past my dress…

I blinked and pushed the thought away downing some more of the scotch. “Um, so what time is the reservation again?”

~Stacy~

I whimper a bit more as his hand moves up my thigh squeezing it. I’m practically holding my breath until I heard him say that we are getting ready to leave now. “Yes!” I hissed. Moving away, I glanced back him frowning because Jackson wasn’t coming with me.

“Jackson?”

“Uh, just a minute Stace, you go and I’ll be right out.”

When he glanced down I bite back a smirk and nod my head head before climbing out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel and my clothes ignoring the look and cat calls some of the other guys give me.

I rolled my eyes at the girls pleas for Jackson to stay and feel a sense of pride when he basically tells them no.

“Yeah, god look what you guys did to him. Haven’t you caused enough trouble. He doesn’t need any unplanned pregnancies ruining his life.” I said dramatically glancing at Jackson with a mischievous twinkle in my eye.

Especially considering I knew that hard on had been for me.