No Clue
Disclaimer:
There are no real people on the internet. Only characters. Daddycums is a character, and this story tells you something about his lifestyle. But it is not the lifestyle of the real me, the person behind the Daddycums persona. This is a fictional, not autobiographical, story.
On the other hand, if it would get you more excited to think of this as a true story, forget I said anything. Enjoy it however you wish.
When it comes to women, I am as dumb as it is possible for a man to be.
That is not an exaggeration. I am illiterate to the signals. I could have a woman rip off her clothes and jump on me and I wouldn't know what she meant by that. I'm amazed that I even found myself a wife; if not for the fact that Carrie and I had been friends since we were children and she had decided the first time we met that she was going to marry me, I probably wouldn't have even dated. She was my first and only true love.
No, that's not entirely true. I have three beautiful daughters who I adore. So you could say that I have four women who are the love of my life.
Notwithstanding that, I am still clueless when it comes to the fairer sex. That's why I let Carrie handle all of the "big talks" with my daughters. The birds and the bees in particular. Carrie was good at those talks.
The reason I mention my cluelessness is because without understanding that, none of this story makes sense. If I had been just a little wiser, perhaps none of it would have happened. I could have stopped it before the events spiraled out of my control. But oh what opportunities I would have missed! Would I have been happier if things had remained how they were? I don't know. I don't know...
Judge me how you will, but I maintain that none of it was my fault. I look back and question whether there was anything I could have done differently to prevent it, and the answer always comes up the same. No.
I will admit that I lack credibility, considering my hobby. My dark side. This tale may read like a confession, or a plea for forgiveness, or perhaps an excuse. An "I didn't do it" claim that will most likely fall on deaf ears. But this is how it all happened.
The events took place during my daughter's "special vacation" with her mother. Chelsea was my youngest of three, and she had just turned twelve, which was a signal to my wife that it was time for the Birds and the Bees talk. That was the reason for the special vacation with each of our daughters; it was an opportunity for one-on-one time with their mother, time for Carrie to teach them about growing up and what that meant for the future. Clueless Dad, of course, stayed home to babysit the other two girls. My daughters never talked about what went on during the special vacation, at least not with me. That was good; the last thing I needed was any kind of frank talk like that with my daughters. I would have had no clue about how to handle it.
My first suspicion that we were anything but a typical family came the second day of that vacation. It was June, a bright summer day, the kind best spent outdoors instead of in the den writing yet another chapter in one's latest novel. Unfortunately, I was running a little behind schedule, so I had to catch up. I am a novelist by trade, and a fairly successful one. It's not a career I would recommend to everyone; the income isn't steady and without a lot of discipline in managing spending, it's easy to lose control and end up bankrupt. But I was making a modest living of it; I had enough to support a family of five, including a sizable house and a few luxuries. The best and worst part was that I set my own hours. If I decided not to go to work one day, I could just make up the time with an extra hour or two each day for the rest of the week. The only problem was that I tended to procrastinate, which often put me in situations like this where I had to work hard on a day when I would really rather be outside.
At least I had the advantage of working from home. My den was a converted bedroom in the basement, off-limits to the rest of the family. When I was in there, I was not to be disturbed. The walls were lined with shelves full of notebooks, books about creative writing, encyclopedias, various specialized dictionaries, and install discs for computer programs. In the corner was my desk, which was large enough to hold my computer and printer on one side and still leave room for a flat surface for writing on the other. Unfortunately, that flat surface was perpetually covered by papers ranging from hard copies of chapters (I preferred to do my proofreading on paper rather than on the screen), to letters from my publisher, to notes and diagrams illustrating the interconnected sub-plots of my stories, to miscellaneous odds and ends that had nothing to do with writing whatsoever.
There was no window in my den, which was nice because I wasn't constantly reminded that outside it was bright and sunny. I didn't want to know that the sky was blue and the grass was green and my next-door neighbor was watering his garden and my other neighbor was taking his family camping and there were children playing at the park down the street. When I was in my den, I was sealed off from the world, just the way I liked it.
It also gave me the perfect place to let out my dark side. Yes, I had a dark side, but that should come as no surprise. Everybody has one. The friendly man who runs the corner store likes to look at dirty magazines. The church-going couple down the street have a shockingly kinky sex life. The fourth-grade teacher at the nearby public school is having an affair with two different men. In my case, I like to write dirty stories.
I like to think that my tales of young teenage girls having sex with their brothers, sisters, cousins, and/or fathers have some literary quality. I do put the same effort into them that I put into my mainstream novels. The characters are complex and the plots are at least believable if not particularly realistic. But when it comes right down to it, they're smut.
Everyone has their favorite sexual fetish, and mine is incest. I love reading and writing stories of close family members learning to love each other in unconventional ways. I believe it has to do with the fact that as a novelist, I find creative and unusual situations fascinating, but as a fully heterosexual man, I don't enjoy stories where men have sex with anything other than beautiful women. Forbidden lust excites me but there are limits. So if a man in a fictional story is going to get involved in a forbidden relationship but he's limited to a beautiful woman, what choices does he have? Young teenage girls and incest. Both are a staple of my illicit tales.
I go by the pen name "Daddycums" for my naughty stories. I chose it because it's both playful and naughty at the same time, which I feel describes the tone of my stories perfectly. My pseudonym could be as innocent as a girl's pet name for her father, or downright nasty. I claim that both interpretations are correct.
I had been writing for four hours straight on my latest legitimate novel and managed to get through some of the hard parts, so I figured it was time to let out my dark side for a while. I closed my word processor and immediately browsed to one of the sites where I had posted my naughty works online. It was the kind of site specializing in amateur erotica, where authors could post their stories and receive feedback. I had uploaded my latest short story a couple of days ago, and I was interested in hearing what readers had to say about it.
I have to admit that I enjoy reading comments on my stories. The comments on my less reputable stories, my Daddycums stories, are particularly entertaining, as you may well imagine. Hidden amongst the trolls attacking me for no conceivable purpose, the generic "Good Job" blurbs, and the self-righteous religious fanatics condemning me to hell for writing naughty stories on their favorite porn site, I could always find some real gems.
For instance, someone identifying himself as "xxx6969" wrote, "Man, that was the hottest thing ever! Seriously, you need to write a book. Not this porno crap. You could make loads of money as a professional author." I smiled at that one. If he only knew...
A user named "9incher" wrote, "Makes me horny as hell. My wife better watch out, because as soon as I get home, I'm going to jump on her and bang her so hard she won't know what hit her. I just hope the boss doesn't find out I'm reading this at work."
"kittygirl16" added this nugget of wisdom: "This is what I think of your story. yes yes yes yes Yes Yes YES YES YES OH GOD!"
Then there were the strange ones, the ones that made me wonder how much of what they wrote was fantasy and how much was real. "Iwuvmydaddy" wrote, "Beautiful story. I wish my daddy would do the same things to me and my little sister as the daddies in your stories do to their daughters."
A followup from "Iwuvmydaddy2" replied, "Yeah, me and my big sister keep trying to get him to play with us, but he never takes the hint. I want to suck his dick until he shoots his load down my throat."
"Iwuvmydaddy" followed up with, "lets do him together!"
No doubt Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 were sisters who had some serious issues to deal with. Just another couple of crazy characters on the internet, and rather amusing ones at that.
I read through the rest of the comments, but none of the others really stood out as being particularly interesting. So I spent a while reading the stories of some of the other authors on the site. I will say with some conceit that I thought mine were the best, but then, I think every artist believes that about their work. Authors write for various reasons, and in my case, I write the stories I want to read but can't find anywhere, so naturally my own stories will appeal to me more than any others.
I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was nearly supper time. When I get into "the zone," I can write for four, six, even eight hours nonstop without realizing how much time has passed. Apparently that was what had happened here, because it felt like only about half an hour since I had descended the stairs to the basement after lunch. Nevertheless, it had been a productive afternoon, so I decided to take the rest of the day off.
I rose from my seat and stretched, realizing that despite the time warp that had sent me from lunchtime to dinnertime, I felt exhausted. It was a good kind of exhaustion, the kind that feels like a pat on the back and a "well done." Still, I needed to rest, so I shut down the computer and exited my den. I could hear voices upstairs that meant that Amber was already home from work and talking with her younger sister.
At sixteen, Amber was old enough to have a summer job, and found one working part-time at the local used book store. Carla, the middle-aged woman who owned and ran it, was a big fan of my (legitimate) writing. She agreed to employ Amber on the condition that I autograph any copies of my books that ended up in the shop. She was mostly joking about that requirement, but I was happy to honor the deal, and Amber brought home a book or two a week for me to sign and send back with her the next day.
Of my three girls, Amber was the most classically beautiful. She had long, blond hair and blue eyes, with fair skin and a smile to break hearts. Since neither Carrie nor I had light hair, we often joked that she was accidentally switched at birth with another baby in the hospital.
Amber was what I would call an explorer. She loved to try new experiences, breaking ground for her younger sisters. She had gone to meetings of just about every club in the school, although she had joined none. She had tried ballet, karate, and gymnastics when she was a child but only spent a year with each; she had taken piano lessons; and last year she had even acted in one of the high school plays. Unfortunately, she never kept with anything for very long. When I asked her about it last year, she explained that there were far too many fun things to try, and if she spent all of her time with one activity, she wouldn't have time to experience everything.
That had naturally led to a discussion about drugs and sex, mainly between Amber and Carrie of course. I was officially a part of the conversation, but I let my wife do most of the talking. Fortunately, Amber assured us that she was too smart to try anything addicting. And as for sex, she wouldn't make any promises, but said she wasn't interested in any of the boys at school. She added with a flirtatious grin that for now, her heart belonged only to her daddy.
Her sister Linda was just as adventurous, though in a different way. Linda could be described as a bit of a tomboy. She loved hiking and camping, which suited me fine because I was an old Boy Scout. Linda could pitch a tent or light a fire faster than even I could, and when it came to tying knots, she knew every last one of them plus a few more that she had invented.
I was at least partially responsible for her attitude. I had always wanted both a son and a daughter, so I was a little disappointed when my second child also turned out to be a girl. I suppose I kind of treated her as the son I never had.
She was a bit of a problem child at school because from the very beginning she had decided it was her mission to purge the school of bullies. That meant a lot of fighting, and it seemed like at least once or twice a month she came home with a busted lip or a black eye. Every time she saw a kid bullying another kid, she would immediately step in. The size of the bully didn't matter; she had taken on boys much bigger and stronger than her. And unless a teacher stepped in soon, she almost always won.
Funnily enough, she never got in trouble for those fights. Everybody liked her except the boys she beat up, so the spectators always put the blame on the other guy, which was actually fair enough.
She had been on the junior high soccer team, and would have tried out for football if she could. Despite her feminine figure, I thought she would have made an excellent defensive lineman, but I kept those thoughts to myself. Carrie frowned upon Linda's aggressive nature, and wouldn't have enjoyed that kind of comment, even as a joke.
That was mainly because Carrie had grown up in a traditional home where women were supposed to act feminine. Even Linda's name was a sign of that. Ever since Carrie had taken a year of Spanish in high school, she had wanted to name a daughter Linda, which meant "pretty" in Spanish.
Her attitude aside, Linda actually lived up to her name fairly well. She had darker hair than her sister, a sandy brown shade that she almost always wore in a ponytail, half the time covered with a baseball cap. I personally thought there was something particularly appealing about a girl in a baseball cap, although I really couldn't say what I liked so much about it. And on the few times when Linda made herself up to actually look pretty, she was almost as beautiful as her older sister, which was saying a lot.
As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, Amber and Linda dashed over from where they had been sitting at the kitchen table and threw their arms around me. All my daughters were very affectionate, especially with me. They got it from their mother, who gave out hugs like every day was National Hug Day.
"Home from work, Daddy?" asked Linda in her usual teasing voice.
"I'm home from work," I confirmed, indicating that I was done for the day rather than just taking a short break.
"Good. Can I spend the day at Julie's house tomorrow?" Julie was her best friend from school.
"Oh, so that's why you're being so nice to me," I teased. "You have ulterior motives." I knew it wasn't true; the girls weren't being any more affectionate with me than usual.
"Of course. Otherwise I would never be nice to you," she laughed. "So can I?"
"Spend the day at Julie's? Only if her mom or dad picks you up and drives you over. I won't have time; I'm still behind on my novel."
"I can drive her over on the way to work and pick her up on the way back," Amber offered.
"Good. It's all settled," said Linda. "I'll call Julie later."
"Fine," I said. "Now, about supper. I feel like ordering pizza. All in favor?"
Both girls raised their hands enthusiastically. With that unanimous support, I spent two minutes debating with the girls about the toppings, then phoned in the order.
Dinner was always a cheerful time in my family. Amber loved to talk, even when she had nothing to say. She tended to lead us to the strangest topics of conversation; she was an explorer in words as much as in activities. With her around, we would inevitably end up talking about why shoes had laces or what dinosaurs would say if they could speak or whether the days on calendars should be arranged vertically rather than horizontally, or any of hundreds of other bizarre subjects, many of which I'm sure nobody in the history of the world had ever spoken of before. We usually wound up laughing about just how absurd we sounded.
Tonight's conversation centered on the relative benefits of stacking books on top of each other rather than side-by-side in a bookcase. It was one of our more tame subjects, but we still joked around and laughed about it.
I loved to see my girls smiling. It was hard to feel bad about anything with their lovely smiles and enthusiastic attitude. All the cares of the world seemed to just vanish. It was especially nice when I was the cause of those smiles, and I admit that I tended to spoil them just a little. I loved nothing more than to receive a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek from them, so I took plenty of opportunities to do things for them to win their gratitude. Since they were both strong-willed and self-reliant, I figured it wasn't doing them much harm.
After supper, I had the girls help me clean up the dishes, then we headed into the living room for some much needed rest. Amber and Linda, however, had other ideas. As soon as I sat down on the couch, Amber hopped onto my lap. Linda, bolder than her sister, threw an arm around my neck. I thought it was just a friendly gesture until it was too late, and I found myself in a headlock.
That was a sample of the way she showed affection. She didn't hug like regular girls; she jumped on your back or arm-wrestled you or caught you in a full-nelson. Playful teasing always ended in a wrestling match. I always let her win, and admittedly part of the reason that I went easy on her was because I dreaded the embarrassment of discovering that she could beat me anyway.
Normally I didn't mind such horseplay, but after a long day of writing, I just didn't have that kind of energy.
"Girls," I said, "I'm too tired to wrestle."
"Yeah, I forgot," said Linda. "You've been working hard at sitting in your den all day." It was a sarcastic remark, but she said it so sweetly that I really couldn't get mad at her for it.
"Look, there are different kinds of tired," I said instead. "This is more of a mental tired."
"Oh, a mental tired," Amber grinned. "Well, I happen to know the perfect cure for that."
"What cure?" I asked.
"Well, first, you have to lie down on the floor," she said.
"Okay, I'll humor you," I smiled, then slid off the couch and onto the ground in front of it.
"Come out here, away from the couch," insisted Amber, and I obeyed. "Good," she continued as soon as she judged I was far enough from the couch. "Now, here's the key. You have to lie down, but you have to use the tummy of a sexy teenage girl as a pillow."
I laughed at the amusing notion, and laughed even harder when Linda's hand shot up and she exclaimed enthusiastically, "Pick me! Pick me!"
"Well, with an offer like that, how can I possibly refuse?" I asked. Linda lay down on the floor with her feet pointed toward the couch, and I lay down perpendicular to her body, resting my head on her stomach.
"You make a good pillow," I told her, and she giggled, which had the effect of shaking my head. It was a good thing I didn't have a headache, or this would have exacerbated it.
"Now the last step," continued Amber, "is to have another sexy teenage girl rub your chest."
"I like this cure," I smiled. "I'm going to have to get mentally tired more often."
Amber knelt on the floor beside my hips, then reached over with her hands and began to massage me, starting at my shoulders and continuing down to my chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting myself enjoy the sensation of her hands on me. It felt so nice, I swore she could make a living as a professional masseuse.
After a few minutes, she surprised me by lifting up the bottom of my shirt and slipping her hands underneath. I opened my eyes, but she just smiled at me and winked, then ran her hands all over my chest under my shirt. That felt even better, and I basked in the wonderful sensation. I wouldn't have trusted Linda like that; she would no doubt have used it as an excuse to tickle me. But Amber seemed to want only to make me feel good.
It was so relaxing that after a couple of minutes I drifted off to sleep. It wasn't a deep sleep; I could still feel my daughter's hands on me and the rising and falling of Linda's stomach beneath my head as she breathed. I had rarely felt such peace in my entire life.
When I awoke later, I discovered that Linda had been replaced by a pillow from the couch, and Amber had ceased her massage. I wasn't disappointed though, because my daughters now lay beside me on the living room floor, curled up in my arms, one on either side. They were both awake and gazing at me as I blinked away my sleepiness.
"Did you have a nice nap?" asked Amber.
"You bet I did," I smiled. "You're right; that was the perfect cure for mental tiredness. I think I'll have to get mentally tired tomorrow too."
Amber laughed, then kissed me on the cheek. "I wuv my Daddy," she said in her cutest little baby-voice.
Not to be outdone, Linda kissed me on the other cheek. "I wuv my Daddy too," she said. The two girls glanced at each other, then burst out into uncontrollable giggles.
That look had not gone unnoticed by me though. It was the look of a shared secret, an inside joke that I was not meant to be privy to. But there was something about what they had said, or perhaps the way they had said it, that triggered some kind of memory in me. Where had I heard that before?
No Shame
That night I couldn't sleep, and who could blame me? It had taken me a few hours to connect my daughters' innocent proclamation of love with what I had read earlier on the internet. Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2. Was it possible?
I had been lying in bed when I made the connection, and it jolted me awake. I felt an eerie chill creep up and down my spine as all the ramifications hit me at once. My own little girls. Innocent, kind, gentle, sweet. How could they possibly be associated with those tramps hidden behind a couple of semi-anonymous usernames on an illicit site in one of the seedier neighborhoods on the internet?
I tossed and turned for over an hour contemplating this, and growing more and more disturbed all the time. If my innocent little girls were capable of that kind of behavior on the internet, what else were they capable of? My wife and I had waited until our wedding night before having sex, and being the conservative couple that we were, we had expected our daughters to do the same. We had told them in no uncertain terms that just because times were changing didn't mean that they had to give up their correct morals in favor of the looser standard of society. But now I just couldn't get the thought out of my head that Amber, and perhaps even Linda, were starting to experiment with things they shouldn't. They were playing with fire. Would Amber come home one day and announce she was pregnant? Would Linda come down with some kind of STD?
Night time tends to enhance emotions and strip away logic and reason, and in this state all of my greatest fears came crashing down on me. No wonder I couldn't sleep. I had to do something. I had to reassure myself that my daughters were still the innocent girls I believed them to be. If not, then the world I knew was ending, and I stood on the brink of a new one, unprepared and terrified.
I've always handled stress well. I tend to use it to motivate myself, and in this case I put my insomnia to good use. Climbing out of bed, I slipped downstairs to my den to do a little research on the internet.
My first target, of course, was the site where I had posted my illicit tales. Fortunately that site had a mechanism to track the comments of the members, so I took some time to find out what else Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 had to say. From that alone I was able to build up a pretty decent profile of the girls. They were teenagers, both living at home. That meant that if Iwuvmydaddy was old enough to legally access that kind of site, she was only barely so. And that meant that there could be no question that Iwuvmydaddy2 was too young. I also determined that the girls were bisexual, having fooled around with some of their girlfriends and even each other, although they still liked men. One man, at least. Their daddy. On the forums they tended to flirt a lot, teasing all the boys playfully but always making it clear that they were only interested in a sexual relationship with their father. Iwuvmydaddy2 in particular was fascinated with the idea of performing oral sex on him. She had practiced on various vegetables, but never on a real boy.
I was also surprised to discover that I was their favorite author. They enjoyed many of the erotic stories on the site, but they considered mine to be the best. Strangely enough, I had even communicated directly with Iwuvmydaddy a couple of times through Private Messages on the site. Mainly she had just asked when my next story would come out and I had given her my usual response of "I'm working on a lot of them at the moment so I can't make any promises." I got a lot of PM's like that, so I hadn't really paid much attention to hers in particular.
I was of mixed feelings about these revelations. First, it was apparent that the two girls were still technically virgins. At least, they had never been with a man or a boy before, though considering how constantly aroused they were, there was no telling what had found its way inside them. It was kind of a relief to discover this; even if my worst fears were realized, they were still safe from pregnancy and diseases.
The discovery that they were bisexual bothered me a little. I knew that a lot of girls experimented with their girlfriends in their teenage years; it was just a part of growing up. But I had never believed that it would happen to my girls. No, they were supposed to be wholesome and clean. They would never let themselves fall into that kind of lifestyle, even just to experiment. I had to admit that the idea of lesbians turned me on, and I had written about my fair share in my erotic stories. But to apply that label to my girls was downright disturbing.
I admit I felt a little pride at how much they enjoyed my stories. An author always likes to know that his work is appreciated, especially by people who are real and not just a name on the internet. My friends had always been supportive of my day job, but I could never be sure if that was just because they were my friends. Here I had a couple of girls who had no ulterior motives for praising my stories (as far as they knew) and yet they still praised them. Furthermore, these girls might even be my daughters, so I had more of a connection to them than I had to the other members of the site.
I had a suspicion about why they enjoyed my stories so much. My daughters liked to read my real, published stories, despite my books generally being aimed at an older audience. They gave me valuable feedback, telling me what they liked and didn't like. They knew that I wanted them to be honest, and they were. My writing style had developed in part because of their opinions. Thus, when that writing style made its way into my erotic tales, those stories naturally appealed to the girls who had helped create that style in the first place.
There was one more emotion that I almost couldn't bring myself to admit. I tried to convince myself that it was just an extension of the author's pride, but I really couldn't fool myself. The girls were attracted to their father. Me. They thought I was sexy, and they wanted to take their relationship with me beyond what was wholesome and decent. I felt a certain swelling of pride at that thought, and even a touch of arousal.
That all assumed, of course, that Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 were Amber and Linda. I still had no proof of that. I decided to widen my search.
It turned out that the girls were active members of several other sites that I frequented, mostly incest-themed sites. Apparently they shared the same interests as I did. For a while I was worried that perhaps they had been tracking me. Maybe one of my daughters had crept into my den when I wasn't around and found my secret bookmarks. But there wasn't enough overlap between the sites I frequented and the sites where the girls' usernames showed up to justify that kind of worrying.
The girls used the same usernames on several sites, including some I had never been to before. I hate to admit that I added a couple of sites to my bookmarks that night. As I tracked down their comments, I discovered that they were sometimes quite witty; they gave me a few chuckles despite my anxiety. The most humorous though was a self-help forum for victims of incestuous sexual abuse. I know I shouldn't have laughed over such a serious topic, but I couldn't help myself upon reading the reactions of the members of that forum when Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 gave their frank and graphic opinion of why incest wasn't so bad. Needless to say, those were the only comments by the girls on that site before they got banned.
I spent all night locked away in my cave trying to find something to connect those usernames to my daughters, and the sun was beginning to rise when I finally called it quits. I had learned very little; the online personas of the two girls were consistent throughout the sites they frequented. They were a couple of bisexual, incestuous sisters who wanted to seduce their father. But I couldn't be sure that they were my daughters.
Even if they were, I realized that things might not be as bad as they seemed. After all, I had my own online persona that was quite different from the real me. It was possible that Amber and Linda were just using the internet as an escape valve to let off some of their sexual energy that they were otherwise suppressing. Maybe they were just healthy, normal, good girls after all. I couldn't exactly begrudge them their online fantasies since I was doing exactly the same thing. In fact, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe flirting online was keeping them from acting out their fantasies in real life. If so, I would make sure my wife had a talk with them about internet predators, and that would be the end of it.
Still, I couldn't let this go. I just had to know the truth.
One benefit of working at home was that I could afford to stay up late and sleep in. I lay down and had a couple of hours of surprisingly untroubled sleep. By the time I awoke, Amber and Linda had already left for the day. Since it was nearing eleven, I grabbed a quick brunch and started thinking about what to do with an empty house all day.
I knew what I had to do, but I dreaded doing it. It would mean a serious breach of trust; I would be violating my daughters' privacy. But as I sat there thinking and worrying about it, I realized that I had no other choice.
Amber and Linda shared a bedroom; the original plan was to give Amber her own bedroom because she was the oldest, but she and Linda actually preferred to share, so Chelsea got her own. Right now I wasn't concerned about Chelsea, especially since Amber and Linda had an old computer of mine in their bedroom, a hand-me-down from when I had bought a new one for myself. I insisted that it was only for homework, though I was pretty lenient on letting them bend that rule, which I had put in place mainly to give me justification for removing privileges if they used the device for something immoral or unethical. I had the feeling that I was about to discover exactly that.
With reluctance I climbed the stairs to the upper hall, then knocked on their bedroom door just in case I was wrong about them already being gone. Hearing no answer, I opened it and peered in.
They had decorated it in typical feminine fashion, with flowery and lacy designs on their bed sheets, posters of cats and horses on the walls (Amber liked cats and Linda liked horses), and even a couple of stuffed animals at the foot of Amber's bed.
Suddenly, I realized something. Cats and horses. Not unusual for a couple of teenage girls, but there was something missing. Where were the posters of the latest teenage heartthrob, the handsome young pop star that all teenage girls were in love with? Did that mean that my daughters were smitten by someone else? Someone closer to home, perhaps?
The evidence was still extremely sketchy and circumstantial, and biased by my own experiences. My own sisters when I was growing up had posters of movie stars and singers on their walls, but that in no way meant that it was universal. For the billionth time I wished I knew more about what went through a woman's mind.
I sat down in the chair in front of their desk and booted the computer. My heart pounded in my chest, both out of anxiety for doing something I shouldn't, and out of fear for what I might find. The girls were fairly computer literate, but I had studied computer science in college, so I was the real geek of the family. Even if they were trying to hide things from me, I was fairly confident that I knew more about security than they did, and therefore I would be able to discover even things they didn't want me to know about.
I will not admit to feeling guilt over prying into their personal things like this. Regret, yes. I wished the situation were different, so that I wouldn't have been forced into this position. I promised myself that if I discovered anything that had no bearing on my investigation, I would leave it alone and forget about it. I didn't need to know if they had a crush on a certain boy in school or if there was a girl who was their arch-nemesis or even if they cheated on a test. It wouldn't be fair for me to confront them about those things; that would really be a violation of their privacy. What I was searching for was evidence that they were headed down a one-way path to self-destruction.
I'll admit that for the first hour or two, I found nothing. They had been smart enough to clear away all traces of their online history, and most of their bookmarks pointed to academic, informational, and social networking sites, with a few online game sites thrown in. It was all quite harmless. I discovered folders full of homework assignments and both of the girls' diaries. I debated about peeking into the latter, and I spent some time looking around the rest of their computer before finally giving in and coming back to those diaries. It turned out to be a moot point anyway, because the files were in a dedicated journal program which automatically encrypted the diaries, and I didn't have the password.
With time plodding slowly and relentlessly on and no smoking gun found, I was beginning to feel much better. It was all just a coincidence, nothing more. There was no connection between my daughters' statements last night and the names of those naughty girls on the internet.
Then I stumbled onto the folder that proved that my worst fears were true.
They had hidden it well; it had the somewhat cryptic yet mostly innocent name of "IWMD" and was buried under four layers of the hierarchy of files and folders. I had already given up on trying to find anything obvious and was just casually browsing folders when I opened it and discovered that it was filled with images. That shouldn't have surprised me; all three of my daughters had digital cameras and they loved to take pictures. However, I had already found the folder where they stored their photos; the girls each had their own folder, and it seemed pretty inclusive.
As soon as I opened the first picture, I realized why they had kept this one separate. It was a photo of Amber in the backyard, wearing what I considered to be an obscenely tiny bikini. Where she got it I didn't know; I wouldn't have bought it for her, and Carrie was even more strict than I was concerning modesty so she wouldn't have bought it for her either.
Still, if that were the worst of their indiscretions, I could accept it. Let them have their little secret; it wasn't worth getting too upset over.
I browsed through the photos, most of them of Amber striking various poses, some innocent and some not so innocent. There was nothing particularly lewd, although she seemed to be a natural at managing sexy poses. She certainly knew how to work that sixteen-year-old body.
The photographer, probably Linda, knew what she was doing too. Carrie was much better at photography than I was, and she had passed on some of her skills to her daughters. These photos had just the right composition and lighting to look almost professional. Amber, with her blond hair, blue eyes and perfectly toned body, looked like a model in a swimsuit catalog.
Then the two girls obviously switched places, because suddenly I found myself staring at Linda wearing a bikini that should be illegal to sell to a fourteen-year-old girl. It dawned on me that maybe the girls hadn't bought those bikinis after all. Amber was more than competent at sewing. And it couldn't be all that hard to stitch together a couple of triangles of fabric, especially considering that to my eyes, there seemed to be hardly any fabric there at all.
Linda's poses were less adventurous than Amber's had been, but just as sexy. I can't deny that I found myself admiring her young body. Both my girls were gorgeous, and considering my taste for young girls in fiction, it should come as no surprise that seeing them mostly undressed like this gave me an erotic thrill.
By this time, I was feeling a little tight in the pants. It really didn't bother me that I was getting turned on by the sight of my daughters almost completely naked. When I first commenced my hobby of writing incestuous erotic fiction, I did my homework to find out if I was some kind of freak. I discovered that not only is incest a common sexual fantasy, but there are plenty of fathers who have been sexually attracted to their daughters at one time or another. Most did the right thing and suppressed those feelings until they went away. There was no reason why I couldn't do the same thing.
A few photos later, the girls switched position again, but this time I opened my eyes in shock. Amber had removed her top, and stood there completely bare-chested facing the camera with nothing left to hide. I couldn't help staring at her young yet well-rounded breasts, with pointy little nipples. She had a gorgeous body; almost as gorgeous as her mother's, though not quite so developed. A shudder ran down my spine as conflicted feelings of lust, anger, and disgust hit me. My girls shouldn't be taking these kinds of pictures, and I most definitely shouldn't be getting horny over them.
The look on Amber's face was of playful embarrassment; no doubt the girls had worked up to this by daring each other to take the next step. The fact that she didn't appear to be comfortable posing topless like that placated me somewhat. They had crossed the line, but I could still get away with having Carrie talk to them about it later.
Something compelled me to go on. I couldn't stop myself, but clicked through the next few photographs, all of a topless Amber striking a series of erotic poses.
When Linda tried some topless poses a few images later, I felt even more ashamed of my feelings. Not only was I her father, but she was only fourteen. Just a little girl, as far as I was concerned. But I knew that wasn't entirely true, and that only intensified my shame; I had written plenty of stories involving girls that young.
Linda's body wasn't as developed as even her sister's; her breasts were small a-cups, just beginning to develop. She had only a trace of the womanly curves that Amber was already developing nicely, but even that juvenile shape had a certain appeal. There was no doubt that both girls would become a couple of knockouts in a couple of years.
Fortunately there weren't too many more photos; Linda wasn't as adventurous or bold as her big sister, so she had probably insisted on ending their fun early. I was about to shut down the computer when I noticed a couple of sub-folders in the IWMD folder. I opened the first one, labeled "P," and found another series of images.
As soon as I opened the first one, I groaned. It was a photo of one of Amber's friends, sitting on the bed in what was probably her bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. As with the pictures of my daughters, it left nothing to the imagination.
Now I realized what was going on here. It was the latest popular craze with teenagers these days, for friends to send naughty pictures of themselves to each other. That didn't make me feel any better; because of the ages of the girls involved, just having these images on the computer was highly illegal.
There was not just one image, but a whole series of the girl trying out different sexy poses. She kept her panties on, but didn't seem too shy about exposing her breasts to the camera.
My fears were confirmed when it switched to a new set of photos, this time of Linda's friend Christine and her boyfriend Michael, both of whom I knew because they had visited Linda several times. They were completely naked, and sitting together on a bed.
There were only a few pictures in this set, nothing too graphic although the two teenagers did grope each other a little. What worried me wasn't that the photos were sexually explicit; more important was that there was a boy in them. If my daughters were part of a group that passed around naughty photos of themselves, then it stood to reason that at least one teenage boy had seen pictures of my daughters naked.
There were several other sets of pictures in that folder, and I counted at least ten different people in them, including my daughters. There was even one picture where both my daughters, along with five of their girlfriends, all posed together in the same shot. All were topless, with their arms around each other's shoulders. If they had been wearing more clothes, it would have been an innocent picture of a bunch of teenage girls having fun, but this was anything but innocent. In particular, I noticed that the pose put all their breasts in close proximity, and in the cases of some of the bustier girls, sometimes even touching. Amber was one of these; in the photo she didn't seem the least bit concerned that one of her breasts was pressed against that of the girl next to her. I shuddered at the sight of the contact; it was an example of what I had named in my stories "ambiguous lesbian flirting." Possibly but not necessarily sexual contact between two women.
As I skimmed through the rest of the photos, I had to admit being tempted on several occasions to copy some of them to my own computer. I knew enough about encryption to be able to hide the pictures where no one would find them. And some of my daughters' friends were downright sexy, considering their age. But I had always claimed that despite my fantasies, I would never do anything for real with a girl that age, and if I collected these images for my own enjoyment, I felt that in at least a small way, I would be breaking that promise. Still, I would never be able to look at these girls the same way again.
I almost dreaded what I might find in the other folder, the one labeled "V". I considered not opening it; I already had all the evidence I needed to give my daughters a stern talking-to. In fact, the only reason I continued was out of curiosity.
The pictures had been bad enough, but in this new folder I found videos. Full motion videos of underage girls and boys engaging in less-than-wholesome activities. The first was of one of Linda's friends putting on a strip show so explicit that I wondered just where a fourteen-year-old girl could have possibly learned how to move like that. She started fully dressed, but that didn't last long. I stared in shock and admittedly quite a bit of lust as she writhed to the latest pop music playing in the background, at first offering only tantalizing glimpses of her half-concealed assets, then slowly and teasingly stripping out of her clothes until she danced there baring everything to the camera.
There were several more videos of that type involving a number of girls. My favorite (and I'm ashamed to admit that I had a favorite) involved two of Linda's friends dancing naked together. They mashed their nude bodies together, naked female flesh rubbing against naked female flesh, as they ran their hands all over each other and even locked their lips in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I couldn't believe the boldness of these girls, especially since I knew them. These underage sex vixens had been in my house on several occasions visiting Linda.
Some of the other videos were more explicit; mostly solo girls playing with themselves. One of Amber's friends was apparently a screamer; I had to turn down the volume as she brought herself to a climax on her bed.
Then came the movie of the teen couple I had seen in the pictures earlier. This time they weren't content to just fondle each other; they threw away all modesty and actually had sex with each other right in front of the camera. I couldn't really fault them for getting intimate with each other; when I was their age all I could think about was sex. But to film it and spread it around to their friends turned that beautiful act into something dirty and forbidden.
If I thought that was wrong, it was nothing compared to the next video. It started innocently enough; it was just a boy and a girl sitting on a bed. From the shakiness of the video though, I could tell someone was holding the camera.
Then I froze in shock as a realization hit me. As with the others, these two were familiar to me. The girl was Linda's friend Julie, and the boy was her older brother Mark.
They wouldn't dare! I thought.
They dared.
At first it took some prompting from the person holding the camera. A young female voice close to the mike gave them vague instructions like, "Go ahead!" and "Come on, guys!" The red-faced and grinning couple reacted with "Okay, fine," and "We will. Just give us a sec." The video cut off and restarted several times before finally Mark and Julie turned toward each other. As I watched in fascination, he leaned in and kissed her in a way that no boy should ever kiss his sister.
Then they started undressing each other. The voice of the girl in the background kept encouraging them and cheering them on. I wondered if they would stop before they got down to anything really naughty; maybe they would just strip down to their underwear and leave it at that. I could almost condone that much as just a couple of kids fooling around. A part of me hoped that that was the case, but then, there was that other part of me, that "Daddycums" part, that wouldn't have been satisfied with anything less than full frontal nudity and at least some sexual contact.
I almost turned off the video once Julie was down to her bra and panties and Mark had on only his briefs. I wasn't sure I could handle seeing anymore. But "Daddycums" won out, and I continued watching.
As Mark reached for his sister's bra strap, I realized they were really going to go through with it. He managed to undo the clasp, then pulled her bra away from her, exposing her chest to his eyes and the camera. Then he reached up and fondled her breasts, causing her to giggle as she glanced at whoever was filming them.
"You like your sister's boobs?" the mysterious photographer asked in a teasing voice.
"I really like my sister's boobs!" he grinned. "Now I just wonder what Julie likes."
"You know what I like," she told him, then immediately dropped to her knees, facing him.
I had a good idea what was coming up. I had always had a fascination with oral sex, especially since my wife had never given me that pleasure. It was a result of her conservative upbringing; good girls just did not do that kind of thing. I didn't really mind, since Carrie was so good at giving me pleasure in other ways, but it did leave room for a lot of fantasies. Consequently, fellatio played a large role in many of my erotic stories, and was one of my favorite subjects when browsing for porn.
In a moment, my suspicions were confirmed when Julie reached up and peeled down her brother's underwear, exposing his cock. She took it in her hand, giggling as she glanced at the camera. Then she turned back to her brother, opened her mouth, and slipped it inside.
I watched in horny excitement as she bobbed her head forward and backward. The dimples in her cheeks gave evidence of the suction going on inside her mouth, and I shuddered as I wondered what it would feel like to have her do that to me. I hated myself for even thinking about a fourteen-year-old girl like that, but in my defense, I would dare any man to deny he would think the same thoughts if he saw that video.
The fun continued for several minutes until I could tell from the sounds coming from Mark's mouth that he was about to go off. Julie didn't stop, but kept right on sucking until her brother shook and grunted with his orgasm. Julie smiled and hummed as if she really enjoyed what she was doing. Then, once she had milked everything she could from Mark's cock, she pulled back. "Yummy!" she exclaimed as he sat down on the bed in exhaustion.
"God, you two!" the girl behind the camera exclaimed. "You make me so hot!"
"It's too bad you don't have a brother, Linda," said Julie.
My eyes opened wide in shock. Of course. I should have recognized the voice. My own daughter had been filming the scene!
"That's okay," she said. "I'm saving myself for someone special."
"Oh really?" asked Julie with a broad grin. "Who?"
"None of your business," Linda insisted.
"Come on, tell us," pleaded Mark.
"Fine, but I'm not going on the record with it."
Then the video ended, leaving me frustrated and a bit dumbfounded. My little girl Linda had filmed a brother and sister engaging in oral sex. She had actually been there, in the room, and had not only condoned their behavior, but encouraged it! And who was this mystery man that she was saving herself for? I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to think about it.
Then I realized something else. Linda was at Julie's house right now. They might even be making another video. Maybe this time, she would join in. I stood up as rage overcame me, prepared to rush out to the car and drive over there right now. But I had long since learned not to make hasty decisions like that, so I took several deep breaths as I counted to ten.
With my rational mind once more taking over, I decided not to do anything about it right now. I would wait until she came home. For one thing, I needed to have a discussion with both of my daughters together, so I didn't want to start early with Linda. For another, the fact that Julie had said she was saving herself for someone special meant that she probably wouldn't get any further involved with Julie and Mark than she already was. She was probably more or less safe at their house. Even if her "someone special" was a boy at school, it wasn't likely to be Mark, or she wouldn't have confessed it to them, even off camera.
There was one more video in the folder. Since I had come this far, I decided I might as well finish. So far I had found nothing to link my daughters to Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 except this evidence that they weren't exactly wholesome young ladies. Maybe this last movie would tell me something more.
As soon as it filled the screen, I groaned. This movie was of Amber and Linda in their own bedroom. It had obviously been filmed on the webcam on their computer, because the background was the room behind me. It was almost like looking into a mirror, except seeing my daughters' faces instead of my own.
After what I had seen, I figured almost nothing would shock me. I was pretty numb to disgust right now, but it still sent a tremor of excitement through me when the girls started to undress each other. They were not shy about touching as they removed each other's clothes; there was plenty of that ambiguous lesbian flirting that I enjoyed so much. At first it was just incidental contact, skin rubbing accidentally against skin. But they threw off their inhibitions with their clothes, and by the time they were down to their underwear they were practically giving each other erotic massages.
A couple of seconds later their bras came off, giving me a most delightful view of their gorgeous young breasts. I had seen the same thing in those pictures earlier, but their sensual motions added a whole new dimension to the sight.
When they leaned in, pressed their bodies together, and gave each other an open-mouthed kiss, I shuddered. What I felt then was akin to the first time I had discovered porn magazines in my early teens. The sight of my two daughters engaged in blatant incestuous lesbian contact was something I had never seen before, and the newness of it intensified the thrill.
They drew apart, but only so that they could reach out and fondle each other's breasts. They looked surprisingly comfortable as they groped each other; clearly this was not the first time they had done this. They seemed as comfortable with each other's bodies as their mother and me.
Linda bent down, and I gasped as she sucked Amber's nipple into her mouth. So this was it. No ambiguity here. My daughters had literally engaged in at least some lesbian activity with each other. I should have felt outraged, but I just couldn't manage to feel anything but lust. Perhaps until now I had never really fantasized about incest other than in the abstract, but right at that moment I stared at the screen with lecherous desire for my girls.
Then Amber drew away from her sister and lay down on the bed. Linda took it as a sign to reach over and pull off her sister's panties. Amber spread her knees, opening herself up to her little sister. Linda apparently knew just what to do. As I watched in horror and erotic fascination, she crawled onto the bed between Amber's legs, lowered her head, and licked Amber's eager pussy.
It was too much for me; I couldn't go on. I was on the verge of orgasm despite the fact that my cock was still tucked away safely in my pants. It was no wonder that my hand literally shook as I hurriedly shut down the computer to block that sight from my eyes. Did they have no shame? My girls, that I had always taught to be good, wholesome young ladies, were...
The thought was so horrifying I couldn't even put it into words. Yet at the same time, there was something strangely erotic about the whole thing. After all, I often fantasized about these actions, not with my daughters but with fictional characters. Having them suddenly projected onto someone I knew, someone so close to me, took those fantasies and multiplied the eroticism beyond belief. I literally fled from the room and those terrible images that had suddenly turned my world upside-down.
No Guilt
Somehow in my state of jumbled and conflicted emotions, I managed to come up with the smartest course of action for the immediate future: I took a cold shower. The shock of the cold water stripped away my lust, leaving only disgust at what I had witnessed and most importantly, a rational perspective.
I knew several things as a fact. First, my girls had fooled around at least once, because I had seen it on that video. Second, several of their other friends had engaged in similar activities. Third, incestuous relationships between sisters was wrong. Fourth, I had to admit it turned me on. Fifth, given my cluelessness about women, I was absolutely the worst person to confront them about it. And sixth, with my wife out of town, I was the only person who could confront them about it. Needless to say, I dreaded that upcoming conversation.
That didn't even include the things I suspected but had no proof of. Maybe they had just fooled around that one time because they were filming themselves and showing off. But they had seemed comfortable enough with each other's bodies that I couldn't believe they hadn't done it before. Then there was the whole issue of Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2. Even after searching their computer, I hadn't found any link between my daughters and those nicknames.
I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying, and when they arrived home that night, I found it hard to look them in the eyes. At dinner, despite the girls' enthusiastic and boisterous conversation, I didn't say much. I think the girls noticed it too; they weren't used to their dad being so quiet.
After supper I went and sat down in the living room, trying to think of how to breach the subject. The girls joined me there, sitting on either side of me and snuggling up to me. Amber was the first to bring up my unusually pensive mood.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked.
I sighed. There was nothing to do but plow through the inevitable conversation.
"Girls, we need to talk," I said.
Amber and Linda glanced at each other. They were used to those words from their mother, but not from their father. I could carry on lighthearted banter with them all day, but I couldn't remember the last time I had had a serious talk with them.
"What about?" asked Linda.
"I've just discovered a few things, and... well, frankly, it bothers me."
"Poor daddy," said Amber. "Maybe we can make you feel all better."
"This is serious, girls. Look, I'm going to confess something. I invaded your privacy. You can get after me all you want about that later, but right now there's something far more important to discuss. I found certain... pictures and movies on your computer."
Amber and Linda looked horrified, and I can't say I blame them. They had done something very wrong, and been caught red-handed.
"What were you doing on our computer?" Amber demanded.
"Like I said, we'll talk about that later. The more important issue is the content of those pictures and movies."
Amber sighed. "Oh, daddy, we were just having a little fun. All the kids at school are doing it."
"That's no excuse! I thought your mother and I raised you better than that. Look, even just having those on your computer is illegal."
"Right. Because it's so harmful to teenagers to take pictures of them doing what they enjoy doing in front of a camera."
"Don't take that sarcastic tone with me, young lady," I demanded. "You can't convince me that underage teenagers trading illicit photos and videos with their friends is okay. Look, I understand what kind of pressure you're under, girls. I was a teenager once too. I know that it's tempting to try to experiment with those feelings that you're not used to."
"We're plenty used to them by now," Linda grinned.
"I don't need to hear that, Linda!" I exclaimed. "Look, it's perfectly natural to be tempted like that. But that's exactly why you have to set some rules and never cross the line. Do you want to end up pregnant at fourteen by some guy who has no interest in taking care of you and only wanted a little fun?"
"Impossible," said Amber. "We haven't let any boys touch us. Oh sure, we like to watch our friends having fun with their boyfriends, but that's something Linda and I have never done."
"Oh, but you've fooled around with each other. That's even worse!"
"Why?"
"Look, I know society claims that there's nothing wrong with two girls getting intimate with each other. I can't say it doesn't bother me if you two prefer girls to boys, but I'll at least admit that the possible consequences aren't as severe. But... well... you're sisters, for God's sake! That's just... wrong!"
"Oh, so you saw that particular movie, did you?" asked Amber. "Our finest work. Did you enjoy it?"
"No!" I exclaimed, although I knew it was a lie. "You're not taking this seriously, and this is a very serious thing."
"Daddy, calm down. If it bothers you, we won't make any more movies like that."
"It's not the fact that you're making movies. Okay, that's part of it. I really don't want pictures or movies of you doing that stuff being passed around your friends. For all I know, half the boys in your school have copies of it by now."
"I hope so," Linda giggled.
"Look. What's done is done, and we can't take it back. I don't want you... doing that... with each other anymore."
"Spoil all our fun," Amber pouted. I realized I hadn't gotten through to them at all. Maybe they would obey me, maybe they wouldn't. But whatever the result, they at least didn't understand just how wrong it was for them to do what they had been doing. To them, I was just giving them an arbitrary command with the sole purpose of not allowing them to do something they enjoyed.
I should have ended the conversation right there. I should have cut my losses and considered my duty as a parent fulfilled, regardless of the result. But I hadn't been thinking straight all day, and right now in particular. Instead of remaining quiet, I blurted out, "And what about your other online activities?"
Amber and Linda stared at me. "What online activities?" asked Linda.
It was too late. I couldn't back out of it now, so I plowed ahead. "What about Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2?" I asked.
Amber and Linda glanced at each other with that same knowing look in their eyes. A smile appeared on both of their lips simultaneously. Sometimes I think my girls are telepathic.
"And how would you know about that unless you've visited those sites?" asked Amber.
She had me there, and I knew it. I had started this conversation in order to confront them about their illicit online activities, and now suddenly I discovered that I was the one busted.
"Does Daddy like to go to porn sites?" Linda teased. "Naughty Daddy!"
"This isn't about me," I insisted, but it came out as a weak plea. They had me, and I knew it.
"Oh, I think it is," said Amber. "We might have given ourselves away last night when we mentioned our user names, but there's no way you would have made the connection unless you had seen those names on a site that you like to go to."
"So would that be the incest sites, or the sex story sites?" asked Linda.
"Or maybe both!" Amber exclaimed with glee. "I've got it! I'll bet Daddy's one of the authors on those sites. And I bet I know who. I've read enough of his stories to be able to spot his writing style anywhere. I should have realized it before."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense!" said Linda. "Tell me who he is."
"Our morally upright father is none other than Daddycums!" announced Amber.
Linda squealed in delight, literally clapping her hands enthusiastically at the discovery. At the same time, my face burned with embarrassment, and there was no way to hide it from the girls.
"We're right!" Amber grinned, pointing at me. "All this time we've been getting hot over those stories of brothers and sisters or daddies and daughters, and we didn't even realize that we're living with the author."
"Sounds like we take after our dad," continued Linda. "All three of us fantasize about incest." She turned her attention to me with a wicked grin on her face. "So when you saw that video of us, did you like it? Did it turn you on?"
"No!" I exclaimed, too quickly and too forcefully to be convincing.
The girls burst out into giggles. "Daddy's probably thinking naughty thoughts about us right now," teased Amber. "I'll bet he peeks on us in the shower too."
"That one's definitely not true," I said, then wished I hadn't.
"Oh, so the other ones are?" asked Linda. "Since you've been spying on us, you know we get turned on by our daddy, and now we know you get turned on by your daughters."
"I do not!" I insisted.
"Why else would you write all those stories?"
"It's not about... I mean, I don't fantasize about anyone I know. It's just... the idea... you know, in the abstract..."
"Oh, so you admit it!" said Amber. "You really are Daddycums."
I sighed. There was no way I could keep denying it. They would get to the truth sooner or later.
"Okay, fine," I conceded. "You've got me. But that doesn't mean I want to do anything... well... naughty, with you. It's just the concept of... incest... in the abstract--"
"I know, you said that," Linda shrugged. "Then we're all in agreement. We all like incest. And conveniently, we're all in the same family."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
Linda turned to her sister and whispered something in her ear. I could only guess what it was, but Amber's eyes lit up with delight, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Okay, what are you two plotting?" I asked.
"You'll find out," Linda said.
I sighed in frustration. "Look, this conversation really didn't turn out the way I wanted. I obviously haven't gotten through to you, and admittedly now that you know my secret I would sound like a hypocrite making demands. I could ground you until you're thirty-five, but I don't know if even that would convince you that what you've done is wrong."
"Especially since if you grounded us, when Mom gets back she'd wonder why, and then all the details would come out," said Linda. "All of them."
"What's that? Are you threatening to blackmail me?"
"Pretty much, yeah," she smiled.
"Well, forget about it. My fantasies are just that. Fantasies. There's a big difference between fantasizing about something and acting it out. You two crossed the line. I'm sure if your mother found out, she'd be far more disappointed in you than in me.
"But that's not important right now. I'm not going to punish you. Yet. I think it's best if we leave this whole thing until tomorrow. Let me get a good night's sleep and maybe I can think more clearly in the morning. I'm too mad at you right now to be reasonable. We'll pick up this conversation again tomorrow when we have clearer heads."
I left it at that, still convinced I had ended up worse off after the conversation than before. Now my daughters knew my deep, dark secret, and I was fairly confident that I hadn't heard the last of it from them.
Unfortunately, I underestimated just how far they were willing to go with their newfound knowledge.
That night I took a sleeping pill, because I was worried that I wouldn't get much sleep otherwise for the second night in a row. I probably didn't need it, because despite my anxiety, I really was tired. No doubt that had to do with the fact that I had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. I did have some pretty wild dreams. I dreamed that I was lying in a field of flowers, then suddenly some of the flowers wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles, holding me down so that I couldn't get up. After my initial alarm, however, for some reason I decided that I really didn't mind so much, so I just lay there lazily and gazed up into the sky, watching the clouds drift by.
The dream eventually ended, or perhaps it just flowed into the next; I don't remember anything else after that until I felt reality beginning to intrude on my slumber.
It was a voice that finally pulled me back from unconscious oblivion, a voice very close to my ear. "Wake up, Daddy," it said. Groggily, I opened my eyes to find the beautiful faces of my two oldest daughters only inches from my own.
There was something wrong. A multitude of sensations on various parts of my body felt unusual, though not unpleasant. I was still too sleepy to recognize them for what they were.
Amber and Linda both leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheeks. Normally I would have enjoyed such affectionate gestures more, but I couldn't get past that feeling that everything was wrong here.
Then it suddenly hit me.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed, glancing around in a thousand different directions. I don't recall which fact I realized first, or which one shocked me the most: that I was completely naked, that my daughters were likewise naked and lying half on top of me, or that I was tied to the bed.
I immediately recognized Linda's handiwork. She could tie knots that would impress a sailor. She had used scarves this time, tying my legs and arms to the four posts of the bed so that I lay there spread-eagle and completely helpless. Perhaps if Amber had tied the knots I might have entertained hope of freeing myself, but I knew that with Linda's knots, it was pointless to make the attempt.
I usually slept in just my boxers, so the girls had apparently managed to slip them off me while I slept. Now I regretted taking that sleeping pill; my daughters probably wouldn't have been able to do this to me otherwise.
Both my girls giggled upon hearing my reaction to the discovery of my predicament. Perhaps if we were all clothed I might have found some humor in the situation; I could at least call it an innocent prank. But this went far beyond an amusing game, especially after the conversations we had engaged in earlier.
"Now you just relax, Daddycums," said Amber with a grin. "Linda and I are going to take care of you."
"Untie me this instant!" I demanded, but that only made the girls laugh again. I knew that laugh; it was at once playful and rebellious, the kind of laugh that meant that they weren't taking me seriously. When they got in that mood, it was almost impossible to get them to do anything.
"Oh, we'll untie you eventually," said Linda. "Once we've had our fun."
That sounded ominous. After our frank discussion, I thought I knew exactly what kind of fun they had in mind.
The worst part was that part of me was looking forward to it. As soon as Linda spoke the words, I felt my cock twitch in excited anticipation. Since it was squeezed between my daughters' hips, they both felt it.
"Oh, it looks like Daddy likes that idea," Amber commented. "Don't you, Daddycums?"
"I most certainly do not! I'm warning you--"
"Poor Daddycums," said Linda. "I think he still doesn't understand that we're going to have our fun no matter what he says. Daddy, you might as well enjoy it, because there's nothing you can do to stop it."
"Girls, this is wrong," I insisted.
"Says the man who wrote all those beautiful stories about brothers seducing their sisters and fathers seducing their daughters. You know what, Daddycums? I think you want this as much as we do." With that, she reached down and grabbed my cock, giving it a good squeeze. By this time, it was already rock-hard. I groaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.
"I think Linda's right," said Amber, hearing that groan. "Don't try to deny that you're getting horny at the thought of fucking your daughters."
"Don't use that kind of language," I told her, but she merely laughed.
"Why not? I'm about to do it, so why shouldn't I say it?"
"Look, I can't do this," I told them. "This is so wrong, so immoral. Hell, it's downright illegal. You want me to end up in prison?"
"You're not going to end up in prison, Daddycums," Linda said. "You know why? Because you're not doing anything wrong. If it makes you feel any better, think of yourself as the victim here. You don't even have to feel guilty about it. And if you happen to enjoy it, all the better."
She was right, though I hated to admit it. I had on numerous occasions fantasized about such an encounter between fathers and daughters, though I had always projected those fantasies onto fictional characters in my stories. Now I had the perfect opportunity to experience my fantasies for real, without fear of the law or or my own conscience. I was about to feel the pleasure without the guilt. No guilt.
I should have continued protesting. I should have struggled, or yelled, or threatened to call the cops, or something. Anything. But once I realized that I could truly fulfill my fantasy without taking any of the blame or guilt, I surrendered myself to the whims of my daughters. They had me, and they knew it.
"First," said Amber, "we're going to put on a show for you, because we know from your stories how much you like the idea of girls with girls. Especially sisters with sisters," she winked. I groaned. The video had been bad enough; I couldn't believe I was about to see my daughters doing the same thing right in front of me.
"That should get you nice and ready for the next part," she continued. "And in the mean time, Linda's going to warm me up so I'm ready too, if you know what I mean."
The girls rose up on their knees, giving me a wonderful view of their amazing bodies. I had seen them on the computer screen before, but it didn't compare to the closeup sight and exquisite detail of their real, physical bodies right before my eyes. Their feminine curves, the smoothness of their skin, the delightful swell of their breasts, all stood out before me in magnificent glory. I could hardly believe that I was seeing this for real. Was it still a part of the dream? If so, I never wanted to wake up.
Then the girls turned toward each other and leaned in for a passionate kiss. I groaned at the sight; it was almost too much for me. It was so forbidden and wrong, yet so beautiful at the same time. Their bodies moved in tight, and I watched in wonder as their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing against nipples. They embraced, turning the kiss into a passionate and naked make-out session right in front of me.
Linda then lowered her head, kissing her older sister on the neck. Amber sighed in delight, flashing me a big smile. "Linda loves to use her mouth," she said. "You'll get to see that soon, and if you're a good boy, you might even get to experience it."
That was the moment when I stopped struggling and let myself give in. The hell with propriety, morality, or even the law. As Linda had said, the girls weren't going to stop until they seduced me, so I might as well enjoy it, especially if she was really willing to use her mouth on me. That thought turned me on tremendously. I began to squirm against the bonds, but no longer was I trying to get free in order to put an end to these perverse activities.
Amber glanced down at me and grinned again. "Now just be patient, Daddycums," she said. "We'll get to you soon enough. As soon as Linda warms me up, I'll take care of you, I promise."
By this time, her sister had moved down her body and was now running her tongue over one of Amber's nipples. I couldn't believe that my own daughters would do that to each other, or that I would enjoy the sight so much. Never had I seen anything so erotic in my entire life. Linda seemed to know just what to do to make her big sister feel good; I could tell from the smile of pleasure on Amber's face, and the cute little moans that escaped her lips.
"You have the tastiest tits in the whole world," Linda told her, then moved on to the other one. Amber grabbed her sister's head and held it to her breast, causing Linda to giggle as she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
I think Amber forgot about me for the time being, so lost was she in the pleasure that she was receiving. I couldn't blame her; I don't think I would have been able to focus on anything if Linda were doing that to me, and I doubt that my nipples were as sensitive as Amber's.
But there was still far more of Amber's body for Linda to enjoy, not to mention all of me. Linda spent only a couple of minutes suckling at her sister's tits, then continued her journey down Amber's body, moving gradually in toward the center so that she could kiss Amber all over her stomach. Amber continued to hold her sister's head to her body, not wanting to give up the pleasure for even a moment. Linda apparently didn't mind, because she smiled as her lips planted dozens of kisses all over her sister's abdomen. Gradually she worked her way lower, leaving no doubt as to her final goal.
I watched in fascination and astonishment as Linda approached that goal, her lips and tongue moving tantalizingly close. Amber spread her legs, either consciously or just as a natural reaction to the anticipation, and I think I was looking forward to it nearly as much as Amber was.
Then suddenly, Linda drew back, causing her sister to groan in frustation. "Don't stop, Linda!" Amber cried, but Linda gave her a teasing giggle.
"Don't worry; I'm not done yet," the younger girl said. "But we're in the wrong position to give Daddy a good view, don't you think?"
Amber glanced at me, then nodded with a smile. Then she lifted one leg over my torso and straddled my chest. She lowered herself until she sat on me, then leaned back and propped herself up on her arms.
"Better?" she asked.
"Better," both Linda and I said at the same time. I immediately started blushing as the girls both laughed.
"Sounds like you're enjoying the show," said Linda.
"Look, I figure there's nothing I can say that's going to get me out of this, so I might as well enjoy it."
"Good attitude!"
"Come on, Linda," insisted Amber. "Finish what you started."
"You're as impatient as Daddy," Linda told her in a mock scolding tone, but she immediately crawled over to the side and lowered her head. Coming in fron that angle, it kept everything in my view. I could see Amber's beautiful young pussy right there, less than two feet from my face. Linda moved in from the side and extended her tongue, brushing it gently against the nearest of Amber's outer lips.
"Ooh!" Amber squealed with delight. "Keep doing that!"
Linda was apparently happy to oblige her. She let her tongue wander all over that region, eliciting more moans and groans from Amber, who had thrown her head back and was lost in the pleasure. I shuddered at the sight in front of me, loving the close-up view of my daughters engaged in such forgidden passion. I especially loved the way Amber's body squirmed from the sensations her sister was giving her, trembling or even jumping when Linda focused her attentions on the little button just above her slit.
The reason for Amber's enjoyment was obvious, but Linda looked like she was enjoying this almost as much. I could empathize with her; I loved going down on Carrie even though I wasn't receiving any direct stimulation myself. There was something about being that close to the center of a woman's sex that drove me wild, and apparently Linda felt the same way.
"Wait!" Amber suddenly cried out, and Linda immediately drew back. I have to admit that I felt kind of disappointed to have the show cut short before the exciting conclusion.
"I was about to climax," Amber said, "and I dong want to do that until I've got my Daddy's dick inside me."
"Does that mean we're ready for the main event?" asked Linda excitedly.
"It does. Get ready, Daddy, because you're about to fuck your daughter!"
I gasped, and for a moment I felt a bit of willpower return. "Girls, this is wrong," I protested. "Don't do this."
"After Linda's got me all wet and horny?" asked Amber. "No way I'm stopping now. I finally get to fulfill my fantasy. And so do you."
Then the moment passed, and my willpower slipped permanently away. All I felt now was excitement at the thought of engaging in such a perverse and immoral act. My own daughter, the girl my wife had given birth to, the child I had raised for sixteen years, my very own creation. I was about to make her a woman, to give her the same pleasure that was the cause of her very existence.
I watched in awe and anticipation as Amber repositioned herself over my hips. Linda grabbed my cock and held it pointed upward as Amber lowered herself onto it. I felt it make contact with Amber's pussy, and she paused for a moment as Linda rubbed it up and down the lips. Amber smiled and winked, then pressed down until I felt myself slipping inside of her. A moment later, she was fully empaled on my dick.
"I'm doing it!" Amber exclaimed with glee. "I'm fucking my daddy!" She lifted herself up a couple of inches, then dropped again. She repeated the action, then again, then again. I couldn't believe how overwhelming the pleasure was; though technically it wasn't all that different from sex with Carrie, the erotic thrill of the forbidden and the knowledge that I was truly living out my wildest fantasy, not to mention the sight of both my daughters' beautiful naked teenage bodies above me, intensified that pleasure to something beyond anything I had ever experienced. Only my wedding night with Carrie came anywhere close, and that was only because it was my first time, and with the woman I had loved for as long as I could remember.
Even the revulsion at performing such a perverted act added to the thrill. In my heart I knew this was disgusting and horrible, but even those emotions only fueled my lust. Perhaps the girls were right; perhaps by taking the choice away from me, by binding me to keep me from escaping, they were ironically setting me free. This wasn't my fault; I had no reason to feel guilty, so I could enjoy it all I wanted.
As Amber rocked up and down on my hips, my own body began reacting. I could lie and claim that it was all involuntary, and in fact a part of me still resisted, but most of me wanted this as much as my daughters did. I began to meet Amber's thrusts with my own, driving my member deep into her body.
When she realized I was fucking her back, she started moaning in pleasure and delight, no doubt excited by the thought. She kept that smile on her face, constantly gazing with lust into my eyes except when the occasional particularly powerful wave of pleasure made her close her eyes and throw back her head, wailing in delight.
Linda wasn't idle during this time. At first, she was content to just finger herself as she watched her father and her big sister screwing each other. Then she decided to get in the action herself, so she lay down beside me, lifting her head over mine and then lowering her face until she planted a kiss on my lips. By now I was too far gone to protest, so as she thrust her tongue against my lips, I opened my mouth and let it in. I used my tongue to toy with hers, even letting mine slip into her own mouth. I could taste the musky flavor of Amber's pussy, which drove me even wilder.
We shared that tongue-kiss for several minutes as Amber continued to ride me, then Linda lifted her head again. She gave me the same wink that her sister had just a few minutes ago, then lowered her head and kissed my neck. She didn't stop there, though, but started moving down my body. I shivered as I imagined where she would end up if she continued in that direction.
I didn't have to imagine for long, because before I knew it, she reached her goal. I shuddered as I felt her tongue brush against my cock. It was the first time I had ever felt that particular pleasure, and it was exquisite. She took a couple of long licks that went from the base right to where it disappeared inside her big sister's pussy, and beyond, and I realized that I was not the only one receiving oral pleasure from Linda's tongue. It was a wonder that I didn't climax right there.
Amber did, however. Her groans rose to a wild crescendo as her body shook in pleasure, and I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. That didn't stop her, however; as soon as the orgasm subsided, she went right back to bouncing up and down on me.
I felt Linda's tongue leave my shaft as she now moved up her sister's body. She stopped a little higher, no doubt pleasuring Amber's clit for a while. The sensation drove Amber crazy, and despite her recent orgasm, she cried out with intense pleasure, her voice almost reaching a scream. Then Linda moved higher, which calmed her sister down a little, but only until she reached Amber's breasts, where she suckled her nipples hungrily.
Meanwhile, I was getting close to a climax of my own. The sight of my two daughters pleasuring each other as I fucked one of them silly was nearly too much for me. Fantasy had suddenly become reality; all of my wildest dreams were becoming true.
I managed to hold on for a couple of minutes longer, but I was powerless against the seductive charms of my girls. Soon I felt the pleasure building, the sensory overload centered where my cock vanished into my daughter's pussy. If I had been a stronger man, I would have tried to hold it back, to put up some kind of resistance in order to be able to claim that I wasn't enjoying myself. But I wasn't a stronger man, and I could not deny my enjoyment, so I surrendered to the feeling and let it happen. I let out a wail of my own as I exploded into one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, made all the better by the knowledge that this was so horribly wrong yet so right at the same time. My cock twitched over and over again as it filled Amber's body with my seed.
It was almost a shame when the moment ended and the pleasure abated; it had been too brief. For just a moment I had experienced my greatest fantasy without any guilt or blame, free of the otherwise inevitable blow to my conscience. But now the thrill and excitement began to wane, and I knew that I would never again experience the same thing. If I ever had sex with Amber again, it would be my own choice, and I would be restrained by my conscience and sense of morality. I could never again give myself so freely to the act.
Eventually I began going soft, and Amber let me slip out of her. She lay down beside me and curled up next to me, both of us panting in exhaustion. Linda lay down on my other side, their naked bodies nearly covering my own. The softness of their skin, the memory of what had just transpired, the final aftershocks of pleasure, even the sheer fatigue all joined together to fill me with a warm feeling of contentment, a kind of inner glow of tranquility and joy.
"No guilt," I mumbled.
"Exactly!" Amber told me. "See how much fun that was? Funnily enough, I don't feel guilty either. I don't care what anyone says, this was right. It was good. This was always meant to happen."
"Maybe," I said. "But I don't think it should ever happen again."
"Now hold on a minute," insisted Linda. "We aren't done just yet. Maybe you and Amber have fulfilled your fantasies, but you haven't fulfilled mine. Get some sleep, Daddycums, because you're going to need to rest up a bit before you're ready for what I have in mind."
"And what do you have in mind?" I asked her.
Linda grinned and licked her lips, and I suddenly remembered Iwuvmydaddy2's favorite fantasy.
No Comment
I slept soundly, perhaps more soundly than I had a right to. I should have had nightmares born of the guilt and horror of what I had just done. But instead, I slept peacefully and dreamlessly. I suppose I could blame that on not getting enough sleep the previous night, but the truth was that my conscience really didn't bother me all that much. I had not abused my daughters after all; quite the opposite in fact. They had abused me, not that I was complaining too much.
The scarves binding me to the bedposts, surprisingly, helped. I had never really thought of myself as a submissive, and I still don't. But subconsciously, those scarves gave me something tangible to project my guilt into. They symbolized the very real fact that I had not been a willing participant. I had never made a choice, so I could not be held responsible for what had happened between my daughters and me.
But I didn't expect to sleep all night, and in that I was not disappointed. There was not even a trace of light streaming through the window when I felt myself being nudged gently awake. I groaned in displeasure; I never liked being disturbed when I was trying to sleep. But then the girls nudged me a little harder, and I opened my eyes. Amber and Linda sat next to me, still naked and smiling down at me.
"Have a nice sleep, Daddycums?" asked Amber.
I glanced around the room, groggy and a bit disoriented. Then I felt those scarves still wrapped around my wrists, and it all came back to me. I had half wished that it had all been a dream, a very pleasant one but a dream nonetheless. Now I was confronted by the indisputable proof that it had all been real.
"Are you ready to have some fun now?" Linda grinned.
"It apparently doesn't matter whether I'm ready or not," I grumbled. "You're not going to release me until you've done everything you want with me."
"Are you trying to pretend you're not enjoying yourself? You're so cute, Daddycums."
I sighed. "All right. Let's get this over with."
"If you insist!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Linda positioned herself so that her head was directly over my waist. Her hair, spilling over the side of her head, brushed against my cock with an almost ticklish sensation, enhanced by the fact that I was already hard from anticipation. I shuddered with excitement as she lowered her head.
First she brushed her tongue against the shaft, licking it from the base right to the head. The touch of her tongue sent lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
"How does it taste?" asked Amber.
"Delicious!" Linda grinned. "Every bit as tasty as I imagined!" She lowered her head again, but this time she grabbed my cock and pointed it up in the air so that she could lick all around it. I relaxed and enjoyed the exquisite sensation of her warm and wet tongue running all over it. She teased the head, circling the sensitive ridge and causing me to gasp at the sensation. I could hardly believe Linda's enthusiasm and skill; she acted like she had done this a hundred times before, but she claimed she had never done it, and I believed her. The signs of hesitation or disgust that I would expect from a girl doing this for the first time simply were not there.
Linda lifted her head for a moment, glancing at me with an amused look at my reaction. Then she flashed me a cute little grin and a sly wink, then lowered her head once again, wrapped her lips around my cock, and began to suck.
I had often fantasized about receiving a blowjob, but until the previous night I had had sex with only one woman my entire life, and Carrie refused to do it. Since I was happy to go down on her, she apologized that she wasn't willing to reciprocate, but it really didn't bother me. Still, the thought of a woman's warm mouth with the slippery tongue and the suction, especially the suction, was fuel for many a fantasy.
The reality was even better. I knew that Linda had practiced on vegetables, but I never knew just how talented she had become. She seemed to know just what to do to give me the maximum pleasure. Each suck sent a massive wave of pleasure through me, intensely thrilling and wonderful. I couldn't believe just how amazing this felt.
She didn't move particularly fast; this wasn't a race to get me off as soon as possible. Instead, she took her time, slowly sucking me in and then withdrawing until only the head remained in her mouth. That drew out the waves of pleasure, allowing me to feel those waves building and causing them to become deeper and more powerful. It also gave me time to feel the emotion of the act, Linda's love for me and my love for her. I had always suspected that the pleasure from a blowjob was more intense but the pleasure from true intercourse was more fulfilling, but Linda was certainly making this experience fulfilling in its own way.
I glanced down at her face, loving the sight of the dimples in her cheeks as she sucked in, her beautiful eyes as she gazed up at me, and that loving and playful smile that told me she was enjoying this too. No doubt she wasn't enjoying it as much as I was, but she was still fulfilling one of her fantasies. It was hard to believe that she wanted this, that she had fantasized about doing this to me for a long time. Yet there she was, eagerly pleasing me.
That sight was almost too erotic for me. I let my head fall back on the pillow and closed my eyes, basking in the thrill and pleasure of the forbidden sex. I could hear myself moaning and my body squirming, straining against the scarves around my wrists and ankles, powerless against the sensations running through my body.
At this rate, I knew I wouldn't last long, and in truth I didn't want to. I wanted to feel the ultimate pleasurable sensation, the orgasmic bliss that even now was building inside me. I needed release from this exquisite and delicious torment that my daughter was inflicting upon me.
"Oh, god, Linda!" I gasped. "I'm about to cum!"
"Just do it," Amber said. "She's told me over and over again just how much she wants to taste your cum as you squirt it down her throat. She never shuts up about it. Now she finally gets her chance."
I didn't have to be told twice. Giving into the pleasure, I let it overtake me. My hips literally lifed off the bed as my body tensed up in pleasure, and my cock twitched inside Linda's lips as I released my load. She squealed with delight around my shaft, swallowing it eagerly. I couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm; even after having sex with Amber just a couple of hours before, the sheer physical stimulation of the blowjob was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Linda kept sucking, drawing out my climax and keeping the pleasure at the highest possible level for as long as possible. My body finally let go of the tension and I collapsed back onto the bed, my whole body going limp. My cock slowly deflated, and only after Linda was sure she had milked every last drop of my cum out of it did she finally let it slip from her mouth.
"That was sooooooo yummy!" she exclaimed. "All I want to eat for the rest of my life is Daddy's cum! You have got to try it, Amber."
"Maybe later," her big sister said with a grin.
The girls curled up against my chest again as I lay there still panting from the exertion. I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep this time; I was still too wound up. Part of it felt like a dream. Perhaps if I went to sleep I would wake up in the morning and none of it would have happened, and despite the shocking and even horrifying truth that I had just committed an act of incest with my daughters, I really didn't want it to vanish like that. If it was a dream, I wanted the dream to continue.
"So now what happens?" asked Linda, glancing at her big sister Amber.
"Well," Amber replied, "that all depends upon Daddycums." She began to untie me from the bedposts. Linda followed her example, and a couple of minutes later I was freed from my bonds. I sat up and rubbed my wrists. Linda had tied the knots so they wouldn't tighten on me, but they had still needed to be tight enough that I couldn't get free, and they had left me like that for several hours, so I was a little sore.
"So, Daddycums," Amber smiled, "now you're no longer our prisoner, and you can choose for yourself. We still have several days before Mom gets home. How do you want to spend that time?"
I glared at her. "Amber and Linda, what you did was very wrong. Very wrong! I can't believe that my daughters would ever do something like that. So I have no choice but to punish you."
"Are you going to spank us?" asked Linda hopefully.
"Of course not! Listen carefully, because I will not tolerate any further disobedience. You will follow these instructions completely and without any argument. First, you both will sleep in your own beds tonight. Second, you are grounded. No going out, no visiting your friends. While I think of it, no calling them either. Or email, texting, or any other communication. Amber, you will still go to work, but you will return home immediately afterward. Third, while you are grounded, you will not have sex. Not with me, not with each other, not with anyone."
The girls glanced at each other in shock, no doubt certain that their plan had backfired. But I wasn't finished yet. In fact, I was just winding up for the final blow.
"And fourth," I concluded, "these rules will stay in effect for twelve hours, and not a minute less. Do you understand?"
They glanced at each other again, this time in confusion.
I rolled my eyes. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Twelve hours?" asked Linda. "Why--"
"Because I figure I'm going to need about that long to recover from tonight's festivities before I'm ready to go again," I explained. "I'm not a teenager anymore; you're going to have to slow down a little if you want me to keep up."
The girls finally caught on. Their faces broke out into wide grins, then they both squealed and pounced on me, knocking me on my back as they hugged me tightly.
"Okay, okay," I grumbled, though I also grinned. "Go back to your rooms and let your old man get some sleep."
"I wuv my Daddy," Amber cooed.
"I wuv my Daddy too," Linda added.
"And I wuv my daughters, but I really do need to rest now," I told them.
The girls climbed out of bed, then stode to the door, turning once to blow me a kiss before disappearing out into the hall.
It's a good thing I worked from home, because I'm pretty sure I wore a stupid grin on my face and wandered around in a daze for a good portion of the next day. I was determined to stick to the rules, so as soon as I woke up, I disappeared into my cave to work on my novel. Unfortunately, memories of the events of the previous night kept intruding on my thoughts, and I couldn't concentrate enough to put anything into words. I sat there for two hours trying to force myself to get some work done, but it didn't work.
With my muse obviously taking the day off, I decided to take a break. I worried about leaving my den; by now Amber would have left for the day, but Linda still remained at home. Likely the moment I opened the door she would jump on me and put an end to my willpower once and for all. So instead of making a trip upstairs for a midmorning snack, I opened the web browser on my computer and went to one of my favorite naughty sites, one where I frequently posted my dirty stories. There were a few more comments on the latest of those, plus a few interesting discussions I had been following on the forums.
Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a new discussion that had just been started that morning, titled "We did it!" by Iwuvmydaddy2. With horror I opened the thread and read the opening comment, where Linda had gone into graphic detail about our encounter last night. She described how first Amber had ridden me, although fortunately she was smart enough to call her Iwuvmydaddy. Then she described how she had taken me in her mouth and sucked me until I came, with great detail about how it tasted and felt in her mouth. Finally, she completed her narrative with these words: "And guess what! We found out that our father is none other than Daddycums!"
There were already dozens of responses, some with the expected congratulations, some describing their own encounters with close family members (which I had always assumed were just fantasies but now I was beginning to wonder) and of course plenty of forumgoers demanding confirmation from Iwuvmydaddy and Daddycums.
It was getting out of hand. I had thought that my girls had enough sense not to go out and blab about our relationship to the whole world. I wished I could just claim that it never happened, but I had always been a little too honest for my own good. So instead, I settled by posting, "No comment."
It backfired, of course. My refusal to deny it only made everyone assume that it was the truth. Five minutes later, a dozen more comments had been posted to that effect by members of the site. There was no hiding it anymore.
I immediately closed the web browser, as if ignoring the problem would make it go away. I took several deep breaths, trying to focus my rational mind so that I could determine the best course of action.
Now that I thought about it, there really was no harm done. If anyone could identify us from our online monikers, they would have done so long ago. Also, there was a whole forum on that very site devoted to role-playing, where members could act out their fantasies with each other. Probably nobody took it seriously; they probably figured we were just pretending. In fact, my unreasonable fear seemed more and more silly as time went on. I had just panicked, that's all.
Something still bothered me, though. The response to my comment had been just the opposite of what I had wanted. Instead of quelling the rumors, I had only encouraged them. Online, where people were just characters and everything was fiction, it didn't matter. But what if people I knew in real life began suspecting things? I couldn't just say, "no comment" because that would automatically convict me in the court of public opinion. No taking the Fifth Amendment for me. The only way to keep people from finding out what I had done with my daughters would be to never let them get suspicious in the first place.
The problem was that I had no idea how to prevent it. For one thing, all my daughters were daddy's girls. Amber and Linda were always affectionate with me, and Chelsea even more so (although she didn't count because she was just a little girl). I had never really thought much about it before, but now, knowing what I did about their feelings toward me, every affectionate gesture seemed to scream incest. We couldn't afford to act so affectionate with each other anymore, but then, we couldn't afford to change our behavior at all either. It was a nightmare.
I think the person who I worried most about was my wife. I could probably hide it from my neighbors and friends well enough, but Carrie saw us together for hours at a time every day. How could she not get suspicious? We would have to be extra cautious about our behavior around her. The idea of holding a secret from my wife didn't appeal to me at all, but worse was the idea of her discovering our activities.
First, I had to do some damage control online. I could no longer deny what had happened, but I could push the conversation in a direction that would make people think Iwuvmydaddy2 had just made it all up.
I once again logged onto the site, then went to the conversation to post another reply.
"It was supposed to be a secret, Iwuvmydaddy2," I typed. "You've been a bad little girl for telling everybody what we did last night. Get ready, because Daddycums is coming upstairs to give you a spanking!" That would give the members of the site plenty to talk about, but it also sounded so contrived that nobody could possibly believe that I was serious.
I left the den and made my way upstairs to Linda's room, where I found her naked and lying on her stomach on the bed. Her computer was on, with the web browser open to the same page I had been visiting. As I entered the room, she turned her head and gave me a grin. "So you've come up here to spank me?" she asked.
"Actually, we need to talk," I told her. Linda sat up, exposing her body to my eyes. "Put some clothes on, first," I insisted.
"Aw, you're no fun, Daddycums," she pouted, but she grabbed her bathrobe and threw it over her.
"Look, we need to be very careful," I told her. "It was a big mistake talking about it online."
"Dad, no one cares. They just think we're playing."
"I know, but we can't let anything slip. Now that I think of it, we need to figure out what to do about your friends."
"Invite them over for an orgy?" she asked hopefully.
"No way! The last thing I need is half a dozen girls accusing me of statutory rape. I meant that we need to make sure that none of them find out about us. You haven't... told any of them yet, have you? I mean, phoned or emailed them or anything like that?"
"I'm not stupid, Dad. Of course I haven't."
"But some of them know that you... that you're sexually attracted to me, don't they?"
"I told Julie and Mark, but that's it, I swear."
"Okay. We'll have to think of a way to get past that. You can't just pretend to suddenly get over that phase, because that would make them suspicious. You'll just have to phase it out slowly. We can work on the details later. Mainly I just wanted to make sure you didn't tell anyone right out."
"Nope. Our secret's safe. So now that that's over with, do you want to have some fun?" she said with a grin.
"We should wait until Amber gets home from work. I don't want her to get jealous because she can't spend as much time with me as you can."
"Do we have to?" she whined.
"Yes, we have to," I insisted.
Surprisingly, we both held out until Amber arrived home. Unsurprisingly, we didn't hold out any longer. Amber had scarcely closed the front door before she was stripping out of her clothes. Linda followed her lead and suddenly I was confronted by two very naked and very horny daughters. Apparently, undressing was not a trait they inherited from their mother; Carrie had always been meticulous about folding up each item as she removed it, so it always took her a long time to undress. If I had held a stopwatch as Amber and Linda took their clothes off, though, I would hardly have had time to press the button to start timing them before I would have had to press it again to stop.
Then they turned their attention to me, and soon I was also naked right in the middle of the living room. Amber had taken off my shirt while Linda had gone for my pants. As soon as I stepped out of them, she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking.
"No fair!" Amber complained. "Let's get him in the bedroom first, then we can go to work on him."
With that motivation, I nearly ran down the hall to the bedroom, followed closely by the girls. We immediately hopped onto the bed.
"So how should we do this?" I asked the girls. "Linda, you and I haven't really had a chance to do it properly."
"Um... I..." she said.
"What is it?" I asked, suddenly concerned about her reluctance.
"Well... can we wait on that a little longer?" she asked. "I mean, Amber wanted it really bad, but I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."
"Of course, honey. We can wait as long as you want. Days, months, even years if that's how long you need. Your first time should be special." Then I had a sudden, disturbing thought. "Amber," I said, "did you... pressure Linda into this?"
Surprisingly, Linda laughed. "Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked.
"Well, Amber always likes to try new things, and she can be very persuasive sometimes. She's gotten you into trouble before. Remember that time when you fell in the creek?"
"Dad, I was seven. That was half my lifetime ago."
"So she didn't coerce you at all?"
"Actually it was my idea. She caught me reading some of those naughty stories you posted online, you know, the ones with daddies making love to their daughters. So she confronted me, and I admitted I had this major crush on you."
"That got me thinking about it," said Amber, "and then it got me fantasizing about it, and before I knew it, I was in love with you too. And to tell you the truth, once we found out that you're Daddycums, she was the one who came up with the idea of actually going through with it instead of just fantasizing about it."
"Well, you two are about the sneakiest girls I've ever met," I grinned. "Not that I'm complaining."
"That's us," Linda said proudly. "But to get back to your question, I'm not ready for you to stick your dick up my pussy, but I wouldn't mind your tongue there."
"Good," said Amber. "That leaves your dick for me. Linda's been going on and on about how yummy it is, so I'm curious to try it for myself."
"You'll get no argument out of me," I grinned.
I lay down on my back, and Linda climbed on top of me. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then rose up on her knees, straddling my chest. She inched forward on her knees, and I stared at her beautiful young pussy as it drew closer and closer to my face. As soon as she reached her goal, she pressed her hands against the wall to steady herself as I stuck out my tongue and gave a tentative lick on her slit.
"Ooh!" she squealed. "That feels nice, Daddycums!"
Then I felt a wonderful, hot and moist sensation on my cock, and I realized that Amber had wrapped her lips around it. She began to suck, and I felt the same waves of intense pleasure as I had earlier that morning. I could tell that she wasn't quite as skilled or enthusiastic as her younger sister, but considering this was only my second blowjob ever, I was just happy to be receiving it.
I made use of my own mouth, especially my tongue. They say that a man can never be as skilled as a woman at pleasuring a woman like this, but from the way Linda's body was reacting and the sounds of delight escaping from her lips, I could tell that I was doing good enough. With years of practice behind me with Carrie, I was no stranger to cunnilingus; I knew what worked on my wife, and I employed those same techniques on my daughter. It seemed to work.
Unlike the previous night, I was free to use my hands, so I reached up and gently pried apart her outer lips to get at the soft and delightful tissue underneath. I had always enjoyed the feel and taste of Carrie's pussy, especially that little bud at the top of her slit. The tremors that ran through her body when I licked her there were so very enjoyable. So I sought out that same part of Linda's body and teased it with my tongue. Linda gasped as her body shook from the sudden pleasure, and I knew I was doing something right.
With Amber sucking my cock and my face so close to the center of Linda's sex, I felt like I was in heaven. All my worries and cares vanished, leaving me with only the pleasure of my two daughters' company. I wanted nothing more than to lie here in this world of pleasure forever. These forbidden delights were the whole universe to me right now, no longer forbidden but good and right and absolutely wonderful. It no longer mattered that the rest of the world would call this immoral or depraved or even illegal. I wanted it and my daughters wanted it, and the rest of the world could go to hell for all I cared.
I released Linda's pussy with my hands, although I continued bathing it with my tongue. I let my hands wander up her body until they rested on her ripe young tits. She let go of the wall and grabbed my hands with her own, pressing them tightly to her chest. I squeezed and rubbed and kneaded her breasts between my hands, feeling the nipples harden. They were barely a handful, much smaller than her mother's, but right now as far as I was concerned, they were just the right size.
With the feel of her breasts, the taste of her pussy, and the pleasure of her sister's mouth, I had no chance of lasting very long. After only a few minutes, I felt the building tension in my loins, and I knew it was time. With Linda's pussy pressed against my mouth, I couldn't warn Amber, so I did the best I could by giving in to the pleasure and letting my moans tell her that I was ready. If she understood, she didn't do anything to let me know, but instead kept right on sucking. I tried to hold back long enough to give her a little more warning, but my body was already beyond my control.
A moment later, I exploded into her mouth. I could feel her stop sucking for a second, then she resumed her ministrations, swallowing the load that I gave her. I couldn't tell whether she enjoyed it as much as Linda did, but at least she didn't find it disgusting or repulsive. That made me glad; it meant she wouldn't mind doing the same to me again once in a while, although I suspected she would have to fight her sister for it.
Once she had swallowed every last drop, she let my softening cock slip from her mouth, then climbed up onto me, positioning herself right behind her sister. She reached around and slipped her hands under mine, taking over the job of massaging Linda's breasts. That freed me up to work on her pussy some more.
The double stimulation of her sister's hands and her father's tongue was apparently enough to push Linda over the edge. She cried out in excitement as her body shok from her orgasm. I felt her weight shift, and realized that her strength had given out, not surprising considering what was happening to her. Amber managed to keep her up, supporting her with her arms. I didn't want to end this any sooner than I had to, so I kept licking her until the spasms of her body died down to nothingness. Only when we were all sure that her climax was over did she climb off of me, with Amber's help of course. She lay down exhausted next to me and gave me a kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Daddycums," she whispered.
For the rest of the week we followed a wonderful daily routine. The girls slept with me in my bed, then we had a quick fuck before Amber left for work and I went downstairs to my den to work on my novel, then when Linda got bored she came down and tried to coax me into having fun with her, which I resisted until Amber arrived home, at which point we all had fun together. I never did get my cock up Linda's pussy during that time, although it spent plenty of time inside Amber's, as well as both girls' mouths. You could say that we got stuck in a rut for the entire time Carrie was away, but it was a rut that none of us had any intention of getting free of.
But there was a specter looming over our relationship, the specter of the future, and Carrie's return. None of us mentioned it; probably none of us even wanted to think about it, so we maintained a state of blissful denial. It couldn't last forever, though.
On the day before Carrie was supposed to arrive home, I began to feel a little nervous. I didn't know how things would be between my wife and me; without much experience in cheating, I didn't know how convincing I would be as I tried to pretend nothing had changed. Worse still, the girls seemed to lack a respectable degree of self-restraint and common sense; it might not be me who gave away our affair. As the day wore on, I even began to dread Carrie's return.
Then it hit me. Whenever she and I had been apart for a few days, I had always looked forward to meeting up with her again. Perhaps I was just a hopeless romantic, but things always felt wrong whenever I was away from her, and could only be set right by the return. This new feeling disturbed me worse than the worry about giving myself away. I hated the fact that I no longer missed my wife; in just a few days, I had turned from a loving and devoted husband to a monster who no longer deserved her. I had to do something about it.
The first step was to let my daughters know how I felt, and get them on my side. If we were all in this together, we just might make it through all these problems, and come out alive on the other side.
As usual I spent most of the day writing, but this time when Amber arrived home from work, I fought off the advances of my girls.
"Amber, Linda, we need to talk," I told them.
"Can we talk while we have sex?" asked Amber hopefully.
"No. This is serious. We need to focus here."
"There's only one thing I'm focused on right now," she grinned, grabbing my crotch.
I slapped her hand away. "Not right now, Amber. Look, let's talk first, then we can have fun. Agreed?"
"Fine," she said with a sigh. Linda also nodded.
I sat down on the couch, and the girls took seats on either side of me.
"As you know, your mother and sister will be coming home tomorrow. That's going to change things."
"Obviously," replied Linda.
"So we're going to have to be discreet."
"Okay, we agree. Now can we go have fun?"
"Not just yet. Listen, I need you to understand something. I really enjoy the time we've spent together--"
"Uh oh," said Amber. "Sounds like Daddycums is dumping us."
"Well, that all depends on you. I don't want to end our relationship. But I've been in love with your mother for as long as I can remember. And despite what we've been doing, I still love her, and I don't want to hurt her. Now this is going to sound harsh, but if I had to make a choice between her and you, I would choose her. Understand?"
"Dad, we're not asking you to leave her," said Linda. "We love her too."
"I know, but in a way, you're asking me to make that choice. I'm making that choice every time we make love. So far I haven't had to deal with the consequences, but that may change once she returns home."
"So you are dumping us," said Amber.
"No... not really. I'm just saying we're going to have to cool things down a little."
"Captain Obvious has returned," Linda commented, rolling her eyes.
"I mean it, girls. We have to be very careful, no, extremely careful that we don't get caught. I don't want to lose your mother over this. So if you can't handle it, we'll just have to call things off."
"Dad, it's okay. Look, we're not a couple of idiots, you know. We'll be careful. Mom won't suspect anything. We know that we're not going to be able to spend all day with you in the bedroom every day. And we know that you're still going to be sleeping with Mom. Amber and I already talked this over, didn't we, Amber?"
"Yes we did," her older sister agreed. "It doesn't bother us that we can't have you all to ourselves; we're happy to share you with Mom."
"I don't know if 'share' is the right word. I mean, we'll still be going behind her back."
"We're okay with that. We both love you, and we both love her. We just want whatever makes you both happy."
"Okay. I think we understand each other. Now I don't have to worry so much anymore."
"Does that mean it's playtime?" asked Linda hopefully.
"It's playtime," I nodded. The girls hopped up off the couch, grabbed my arms, and dragged me to the bedroom.
No Secrets
My wife Carrie is not the type of woman to end up with a guy like me. I consider myself to be fairly handsome, but as I already mentioned, I'm clueless and even a bit awkward around women. I feel a little nervous any time I have to talk to a woman, which makes it hard for me to communicate with them. But somehow I ended up with a gorgeous, intelligent, and talented wife.
I think it must be because we were best friends since second grade. She moved into the neighborhood one day, spotted me playing outside, and decided then and there that I was the man she would marry one day. And when Carrie decides she wants something, she gets it.
One of the reasons why I feel so comfortable around her is because I never really thought of her as just a woman. Growing up, she was a good friend, nothing more than a girl that I could hang around with after school and during the summer. Sure, we played the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" game a couple of times, but we were too young for it to be anything more than idle curiosity about the difference between boys and girls. When we were ten, we shared our first kiss, then promptly forgot about it because it wasn't as fun as playing tag or climbing trees or throwing around a softball. Later, when we grew old enough to start thinking about the opposite sex, we were so comfortable with each other that we never thought of each other as anything more than platonic friends, although she had already told me years before that one day we were going to get married, and I just assumed that that was true.
We never had an official first date because we spent so much time together anyway that our dates just grew out of our playtime. I never really thought of it as romantic until I was about sixteen and her older brother Seth decided to have a talk with me about my intentions toward his sister. He didn't really like me back then, probably because he was a little overprotective of Carrie.
Ironically, the "interview" started me thinking about her as more than just a friend. Until then, marriage had seemed like an eternity away, something that would happen to us much later in life. For now, we were just friends who had no real commitment to each other but happened to enjoy spending time together. Once Seth started me thinking that there could be more to our relationship though, I began to look at Carrie in a new light.
I can't claim to know what was going through her head at the time, but I do know that as soon as I was ready for the second kiss of my life, she was more than willing to accommodate me.
From that point forward, we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. It just seemed like the natural progression from our childhood friendship, and it came as a shock to no one. It was as if everyone already knew that we were a couple, and we were simply the last ones to find out.
Being a typical horny teenage boy, I was always thinking about sex, and of course my thoughts immediately turned to Carrie. But she was a good girl, and aside from a little groping in the back seat of my parents' car a couple of times, she was completely chaste. We had both been raised in religious families with strong morals, and although I was perfectly willing to cheat a little on those morals, she insisted that she would not go all the way until her wedding night.
I took her up on the offer. Two months after we graduated from high school, we got married. I'll be the first to admit that at the time I wasn't thinking with my head, at least not with the one on top of my shoulders. I suppose I was in love with her, but mostly I was just eager to get her into bed.
Then a miracle happened. Despite the fact that we didn't know what we were doing, despite the fact that I had married her mainly so that I could finally lose my virginity, our marriage lasted and we stayed together.
It wasn't easy. Affording college and having time to study was difficult, especially when Carrie got pregnant and gave birth at nineteen to a beautiful baby girl. But she loved the experience, and insisted that she get pregnant again as soon as it was practical. Two years later she had a second daughter, and two years after that, a third. I was a little disappointed because I had hoped for a son that I could throw around a football with or take to baseball games or roughhouse with like I couldn't do with my little girls, but my daughters were all so adorable that I really had nothing to complain about. Carrie was the love of my life, but Amber, Linda, and Chelsea came in a close second.
Our sex life would normally be categorized as "none of your business," but because of the nature of this tale, it's pointless to try to hide anything. Carrie and I enjoyed teasing and pleasing each other, and foreplay sometimes went on for hours. We experimented with various positions, but because we had always been a cuddly family, we usually went back to the traditional missionary position, with Carrie on top riding me as our second favorite.
If there was one thing lacking, it was fantasy. You would think that a published author would come up with all kinds of fun role-plays, but Carrie and I never spoke of our sexual fantasies, and therefore we never role-played.
For my part, that was probably due to shame or embarrassment. From what I understand, my fascination with incest is not uncommon, but I was also raised in a traditional conservative home, and naughty thoughts like that were never to be mentioned. That reluctance carried over into my married life, so I kept my "shameful" secrets to myself, even in the bedroom.
I had no way of knowing if Carrie had a similar reluctance to share her fantasies, but she seemed content to leave role-playing out of our sex life, and we never really felt it was a big loss. We loved each other, and that was enough.
I was a happy man. I was in love with the perfect woman, and I had three daughters who adored me. As an author, I worked from home and set my own hours. I was successful enough to afford a decent house with nice furnishings, with plenty of time off for vacations in the summer. I was completely devoted to my family, and I would do anything for them.
That was why it was so devastating when I began to suspect that Carrie was having an affair.
It was the classic scenario. A thirty-something woman loves her husband but there's something lacking in the bedroom. In our case, it was fantasy. At thirty-five, Carrie was absolutely gorgeous, the type of woman who just kept looking better with age, the type of woman that any man would jump at the opportunity to have an affair with. She was the complete package. Even after bearing three children, Carrie had a knockout figure. Her brown hair was stunningly gorgeous no matter how she wore it; even just after she stepped out of the shower as it hung limply about her shoulders, it was beautiful. She had the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes that always seemed to hold a smile even when she frowned. Speaking of frowns, her lips were just the perfect size; not too big and not too small. Carrie wore only the lightest trace of makeup because she didn't need it. There was a certain natural beauty about her face that could never be duplicated even through multiple layers of cosmetics on other women. She turned heads wherever she went, and I loved to walk beside her holding her hand to show off that she was all mine.
At least, that was what I believed, right up until the day that she returned from vacation with our daughter Chelsea.
I know I had no right to complain, considering what I had been doing with our other two daughters. Once they had seduced me, I was lost. I might not have shared in any of the blame the first night, but it didn't take a bunch of scarves and fishermen's knots for my girls to get me in bed the other nights. In fact, we didn't miss a night until Carrie and Chelsea came home. I was addicted to sex with my daughters, and they were addicted to sex with their dad.
Unfortunately, Carrie's return threatened to put an end to those activities. I had mixed feelings as I watched her walk up the sidewalk to the front door with Chelsea right behind. I was happy to see her, of course; even with my girls to keep me company I still missed her. Mixed with the joy, however, was a touch of regret at not being able to get intimate with Amber and Linda anymore, though we had spent some time the previous day plotting ways to get Carrie and Chelsea out of the house on occasion so that we could have fun. Surprisingly, I also felt relief. Even if I never got together with Amber and Linda anymore, it would just mean no more blows to my conscience. I could resume normal sexual relations with my wife, without having to worry about it being immoral or wrong. I half wished that that would happen, that Amber and Linda would grow out of this stage.
As soon as Carrie reached the front door, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big kiss. I wondered what Amber and Linda thought about that; would they be jealous, or would they accept it as just a normal occurrence like they were used to before everything changed?
Chelsea, at least, wasn't willing to let her mother get all of my attention. As soon as Carrie and I parted, my youngest daughter leaped into my arms. For a girl on the verge of becoming a teenager, she could certainly act like a child when she wanted. Perhaps she knew she could get away with it because she was the baby of the family. And of course, she knew she had her father wrapped around her little finger. The whole family was cuddly, but Chelsea took it to the extreme. She was a daddy's girl, and wouldn't let me forget it.
Like her sister Linda, Chelsea had dark brown hair, but while Linda's was straight, Chelsea's was curly. For some reason she hated those curls, but I thought she looked adorable. Chelsea had great big brown eyes that always seemed so full of childlike wonder at the world around her.
I held her for a few seconds, then set her down gently, spending almost thirty seconds laughing and trying to pry her arms from around my neck. Chelsea's signature move was what we jokingly referred to as a crocodile hug, because once she got hold of you, she never let go. I finally managed to free myself from her grasp, then she skipped into the front room to give similar crocodile hugs to her big sisters. Linda, of course, wasn't content to just get away; she had to turn the whole thing into a wrestling match, and we watched in amusement as the girls engaged in playful combat. Chelsea finally got bored and separated from her big sister.
"So how was your vacation?" I asked Carrie.
Surprisingly, she didn't answer right away. I glanced at her and for a moment thought I saw a look of worry on her face. Then that moment passed, and she smiled. I wondered about that look, but figured that with how clueless I was, I would probably never figure out what it meant. "We had a lot of fun, didn't we, Chelsea?"
"We sure did," Chelsea replied. "We ate out every night, and went to movies, and swam in the hotel pool, and went shopping, and Mom bought me a couple of new dresses that you'll have to see."
"I look forward to it," I smiled.
"I'll go unpack the car," said Carrie, turning toward the door.
"Oh no you won't," I insisted. "You've had a long drive, and I'm sure you're exhausted. You go sit down on the couch and let me handle the luggage."
"I love you," Carrie said with a smile, then gave me another peck on the lips.
I spent the next fifteen minutes bringing Carrie's and Chelsea's suitcases into the house. Carrie had never learned the art of packing light, and she was a horrible influence on our daughters. I could fit a week's worth of clothes into a small duffel bag, but sometimes it seemed that Carrie had to pack at least one suitcase per outfit. Not that I minded, of course. Unpacking the car gave me time to think. Specifically, I thought about that momentary expression I had seen on my wife's face. Despite my cluelessness around women, I had been married to her long enough that I could usually tell when something was bothering her. It had seemed like she wanted to tell me something, but then decided against it. That meant something had probably gone wrong. Unfortunately, identifying that look as a sign of trouble was as far as my perceptiveness went. I had no idea how big or small that trouble was. Maybe she had been involved in a minor fender bender. Maybe something more significant had happened. At any rate, I figured she would get around to telling me eventually, and likely trying to coax it out of her would be futile.
I also worried a little about Amber and Linda. They were too smart to come right out and confess what they had done with me, but they tended to go a little overboard when they got excited and I worried that they might let something slip in a fit of teasing.
In fact, I needn't have worried. They did get a little excited as they had Chelsea tell them all about the vacation, but they remained discreet about our own adventures. The closest call we had was at dinner. I had grilled some steaks on the backyard barbecue so that Carrie could rest instead of cooking supper, and during the middle of the lively discussion at the table, Linda said in her most flirtatious voice, "Daddycums, would you pass me the steak sauce?"
Somehow, amazingly, I kept from turning beet red. I handed the condiment to her without giving anything away, hoping that no one had picked up on the nickname. Unfortunately, I heard Chelsea giggle and I knew there was no taking it back now. Chelsea confirmed it a moment later when she asked in a similar tone of voice, "Daddycums, would you pass me the peas?"
I wanted to groan, but with a Herculean feat of willpower, managed to avoid it. All three of my daughters, however, burst out in a fit of giggles.
That ended all hope of preventing the nickname from sticking. Chelsea, of course, had no clue as to the true meaning of it; she just thought it was a cute and funny pet name for her father. That didn't stop her from using it, though. Throughout the entire meal, I was assaulted by an endless barrage of "Daddycums, would you pass me this?" "Daddycums, would you pass me that?" Daddycums just wanted to get through the meal and go hide in the cave downstairs.
I glanced at Carrie several times during dinner, noticing that she wore an amused look on her face. That gave me at least some comfort; she didn't suspect a thing.
Unfortunately, even after dinner the girls wouldn't let me escape to my lair. They grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into the living room, where they sat me down on the couch and claimed spots next to me, and in Chelsea's case, on my lap. I suppose I could have made up some excuse about needing to work on my novel and insisted that they let me get back to work, but truthfully, despite the embarrassment I was enjoying myself too much. Here I was, the center of attention for my three beautiful young daughters, all of whom were so very nice to cuddle with. Chelsea curled up against my chest like she had always loved to do. I knew she was getting a little too old to be that affectionate with her father, but I really didn't have the heart to tell her to stop. As long as she wanted to be my little girl, I would be happy to oblige her.
Carrie took a seat nearby, still with that amused expression on her face at our daughters' attentions toward me. "I wonder what's gotten into the girls?" she asked aloud.
"Chelsea's probably been missing me and wants to make up for lost time," I remarked, "and she's being a bad influence on her big sisters."
"All those times we've been a bad influence on her, it's her turn now," Amber grinned.
"I'm sure Daddycums doesn't mind the attention," said Linda.
I shrugged. "Oh, I don't mind. After a long day alone in my den, it's kind of nice to spend time with my girls." I tried to sound casual, trying not to reveal just how nice it felt. Not that I would do anything with Linda and Amber right there, of course. Not in the presence of Carrie, who would probably kill me if she caught me in the act. And definitely not in front of Chelsea, who was far too young to be exposed to that sight.
Even without a sexual component to the activities, I still enjoyed just sitting there and cuddling with my daughters. It was hard not to feel a warm and fulfilling peace with my little girl curled up on my lap with her head resting against my chest as I held her there in a loving embrace, especially when my other daughters lay their heads down on my shoulders. When I glanced at Carrie to see if I could determine her attitude toward our daughters' sudden affectionate gestures toward their father, I noticed that she had that same distracted look on her face that she had before, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Had something happened during the vacation?
If it were important, I figured, she would tell me; I wouldn't push her. Let her have her secrets. I had plenty of my own, after all, and mine were sure to be far worse than hers. I hated keeping things from her, but how could I tell her that I had been having sexual relations with our own daughters?
With both of us distracted by our thoughts, we didn't talk much later that night as we got ready for bed. Usually after a separation of several days like that, we were both eager for some hot sex, but Carrie didn't seem in the mood, and in fact neither was I. It felt hypocritical to expect her to please me when I had been unfaithful to her, and that guilt spoiled the mood for me. Instead, we just climbed into bed, gave each other a quick good-night kiss, then turned off the light.
Naturally I found it hard to sleep, and as I lay there awake staring up at a darkened ceiling, I wondered if Carrie was lying there doing the same. Whatever bothered her, was it enough to keep her awake like me? Or was my guilt-laden imagination playing tricks on me? Maybe she had no secret after all. Maybe her distracted look and unwillingness to engage in a little bedtime hanky-panky could simply be explained by physical exhaustion. A long drive home could do that to a person; after a road trip I always needed a long rest.
Although I still had my own guilt haunting me, that thought calmed me. Yes, my wife probably just needed a good night's sleep, and tomorrow she would be back to her usual cheery self. Taking comfort in that belief, I shut my eyes, and after a long time, even managed to fall asleep myself.
Some time during the middle of the night, I awoke to find my wife sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. I reached up and put a loving hand on her shoulder, noticing immediately how tense she felt. I recognized that tenseness; I had felt the same way the night I realized my daughters might not be as wholesome as I had thought.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked gently.
"I can't sleep," she replied.
"Is everything okay? Did something happen during the vacation?"
"Please, I can't talk about it right now," she said. That surprised me; usually Carrie came to me with all her problems, big or small. In fact, she was sometimes more willing to talk about them than I was willing to listen.
I let my hand gently massage her shoulder. "It's okay," I said. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But if you do, I'm here for you. You know that, right?"
"I know, and I appreciate it. You're a good man. Sometimes I don't think I deserve you."
"What kind of talk is that?" I asked. "If anything, you deserve far better than me. I consider myself the luckiest man in the world to be married to you."
Carrie sighed, then lay back down in the bed and curled up next to me. I wrapped my arm around her and held her to me.
"Get some sleep," I told her. "Everything seems a lot worse when you're tired, but I promise you, if you get a good night's sleep, it will all feel a lot better in the morning."
"I don't know about that," she said. "But you're right; I shouldn't stay awake all night worrying about something I can't change. I love you. I really mean that. Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always love me too."
"Of course I'll always love you. There's no reason whatsoever to doubt that."
"I know. I just need to hear you say it sometimes. Good night."
"Good night."
I should have taken my own advice. I should have just gone to sleep myself. But the conversation had unnerved me. I might have been blowing it way out of proportion, but it sounded like Carrie was worried about something that made her doubt my love for her. For an instant I felt a surge of panic as I suspected that she had somehow found out about what I had been doing with Amber and Linda, but that disappeared as I remembered something she had said. "Sometimes I don't think I deserve you." Whatever was bothering her, she wasn't blaming me for anything.
I figured I was probably completely wrong, but I could come up with only one conclusion. Carrie doubted herself. There was something wrong with her that made her worry that my love for her was not strong enough to get past it.
Had she discovered she had a fatal illness? No, that could only be true if she had gone to the hospital at some point during the vacation, and a detail like that wouldn't have gone unnoticed by Chelsea, who had had plenty of time to mention it. Granted, Chelsea probably hadn't been with her mother every second, but...
For the second time in two weeks, I felt a chill run down my spine. Chelsea had been happy and energetic from the moment she arrived home, which meant that whatever was bothering Carrie wasn't bothering Chelsea. Whatever had happened, it must have happened when she wasn't around. Carrie had gotten into some kind of trouble, and her daughter knew nothing about it. I could only imagine one possibility, no matter how much I tried to deny it. My wife had had an affair.
I didn't get much sleep that night. I felt hurt and betrayed, but worse than that, I felt like a hypocrite for being mad at her. After all, hadn't I done far worse? How could I condemn her when the greater sin was mine?
One thing gave me hope. She still loved me. She had said so herself. That meant that whatever had happened during the vacation, it was just a one-time fling and she had no intention of leaving me for another man. As long as Carrie was willing to stay by my side, I could find some way to get through this. Perhaps I deserved what she had done to me; it would be a fitting punishment for my actions. And in that sense, it was almost a relief to believe that she had done unto me what I had done unto her. It meant I was not the only one in the wrong, and sharing blame was at least sharing something. Although I still felt hurt, if I could find it in my heart to forgive her, perhaps she could forgive me too.
The first step, though, was confirming my suspicions, and that meant a confrontation. I certainly didn't look forward to that discussion, but I knew it had to be done. Unfortunately, finding the right time was the hardest part.
For several days I looked for an opportunity. Something always seemed to get in the way, however. Amber's and Linda's more affectionate attitude toward me meant they wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, so when I wasn't down in my den writing, one or both of them always seemed to find an excuse to grab my attention. Chelsea, possibly a little jealous of that attention I was paying her big sisters, insisted on taking her share, so between the three of them I rarely had a moment's peace.
Several times when I found myself alone, Carrie approached me as if she wanted to say something, then shied away at the last second. I couldn't blame her; I wanted desperately to talk to her too, but was afraid to start the conversation. And then the moment would pass, and one of our daughters would interrupt us.
Even alone in our bedroom at night, we hardly said a word to one another. Perhaps we both knew that once we started talking, it would lead to the conversation that we both wanted but feared. I could feel a wall of tension building between us, but though I hated it, I was afraid to make the first move to tear it down.
After nearly a week of drifting gradually apart, I finally made up my mind to do something about it. I would not let another day go by without confronting Carrie and revealing both our secrets. It would be painful, but it had to be done.
As if my resolve had conspired with fate, the opportunity finally arrived that afternoon. For the first time in days, Linda and Chelsea both managed to find something to do in their respective bedrooms at the same time. With Amber at work, that left Carrie and me alone with the privacy we needed. I dreaded this conversation as much as I dreaded the conversation with my girls two weeks ago. No matter how much I wished all of this would just go away, though, I had to get things out in the open. Carrie deserved to know my secret, and I needed to know hers.
I entered the bedroom, and found Carrie sitting on the edge of the bed, a worried expression on her face. How long she had been sitting there, I don't know, but there was no denying that something was bothering her. She didn't move as I sat down beside her, then when I wrapped an arm around her, she lay her head on my shoulder.
"Carrie," I said, "I think it's time for confessions."
She nodded, staring at the floor. That small gesture, though in one sense completely innocent, stung me. If she had been surprised at my announcement, it might have shown that she had nothing to confess. But the very fact that she accepted it without questioning meant that it came as no shock to her. I had held onto a tiny bit of hope that my suspicions were wrong, but that gesture quenched even that trace of hope.
Still, I would do anything in my power to salvage this marriage. I hated this mystery man that had come between Carrie and me; I was furious at him and furious at her, but if I could still save us by forgiving them, then I was willing to make that sacrifice. And if saving our marriage required giving up sex with my daughters, I was willing to make that sacrifice as well. They might be disappointed when I told them, but they were smart girls; they would understand that it was necessary to save our family.
"Before we begin," I continued, "I want us both to understand something. We are here to make things right. I'm scared of what's happened between us lately, and I want things back the way they were. If that means we have to confess things and forgive each other, then I'm willing to make the effort."
"So am I," she said.
"Then am I right in thinking you have something you need to tell me?"
She nodded again.
"So do I," I told her. "Carrie, I--"
"Wait," she said. "Please let me go first. I've been trying for days to build up the courage to tell you this, and I think now is the right time. But if I wait any longer, I think I'll lose the courage."
"Okay," I smiled. "Go ahead."
"You've probably guessed by now from the way I've been acting," she began, "that something happened during Chelsea's and my vacation."
I nodded; so far this was just what I had expected.
"The truth is, we weren't alone," she continued, confirming my fears. "I made arrangements with my sister to meet us there."
That surprised me; I had expected her to say she met a man there and had an affair with him. Why should I mind if her sister came along on her vacation? Her sister Molly was another beauty, two years younger than Carrie, divorced with no children.
"Molly and I... we... we spent some time together. Chelsea doesn't know about it; we let her run around by herself a lot of the time. She liked to go swimming in the hotel pool, which left Molly and me alone to get into trouble. And... we did."
So it was what I expected after all. Carrie and Molly had picked up a couple of guys at the bar or something, then taken them back to the hotel room.
"Carrie," I said, "I admit that this really hurts."
"I know," she said. "I'm so sorry. I wish I had never done it."
"It's going to take me some time to get over this," I told her, "but I know one thing. We were meant for each other. I'm not going to let this get in the way of our happiness."
"So you forgive me?"
I sighed. "I'm in the process of forgiving you. Like I said, it's going to take some time."
"I understand. You're being very understanding, perhaps more understanding than I deserve."
"Just answer me one thing," I said. "Who was he?"
"Who was who?" asked Carrie.
"The man that you... well..."
"What man?"
"The guy you had an affair with."
Carrie's eyes opened wide with shock. "Is that what you think?" she asked.
"What? But if we're not talking about an affair..."
"No, you have it all wrong. When I said that Molly and I got in trouble, I meant... with each other."
I stared at her for a second, trying to figure out what she meant by that. Then it hit me. "You had an affair... with your own sister?" I asked, astonished.
Carrie nodded. "Look, there's more to this than what I've just said. I secretly invited Molly along because I needed to talk to her. To confide in her. It's just that... well, the talking turned to something a little more intimate.
"But that's not when it started. Since I've already confessed this much, I might as well tell you the whole thing. When we first got married, I wasn't as chaste as you thought."
"What?" I asked. "But... you were a virgin. I was there, and I'm quite certain--"
"Yes, I was technically still a virgin. But that doesn't mean it was my first sexual experience. When we were teenagers, Molly and Seth and I used to fool around. It never went as far as intercourse; mostly we just fondled and groped each other. We gave each other orgasms with our hands. You know how Seth never really liked you back then? It was because he was jealous. When you married me though, he finally realized that you were good for me, so he was willing to give me up.
"But the problem is, I miss those days. I always tried to be the good girl, but I've got so much... I don't know... let's call it naughtiness... bundled up inside me that I need to let out. I love you, I love having sex with you, but we never really get naughty, if you know what I mean.
"So that's why I called Molly. I needed someone to give me advice about my unnatural desires, but once we started talking..."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This confession of hers not only put my mind at ease, it actually sounded like an opportunity. The thought of my wife having an affair with another man sickened me, as hypocritical as that was, but after seeing my daughters engaged in that kind of lesbian lust, I felt nothing but a sexual thrill at the thought of her with another woman, especially her own sister. And now that I knew she fantasized about incest, suddenly my own indiscretions didn't seem so bad. I still had to confess, but most of that weight was already gone.
"Please," she told me. "I have to know what you're feeling. Can you ever forgive me for being unfaithful to you?"
"I forgive you," I said, taking her hands in mind and giving her a loving smile.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she asked. "Just like that?"
"Yes, just like that," I replied. "I want there to be no secrets between us, which means I have my own confession to make. And when I do, you'll understand why I can forgive you so quickly. On second thought, I won't explain; I'll show you."
I rose from the bed and helped her up as well. Hand in hand, we descended the stairs down into the basement. I brought her into my den, where I had her sit down in front of my computer.
"What--?" she began.
"You'll see," I told her, then turned on the computer. After waiting for it to boot, I immediately went to the Internet and browsed to one of the sites where I had uploaded my naughty stories. I typed in my user name and password.
"You see the login ID I used?" I asked her.
"Daddycums," she said. "Isn't that what the girls have been calling you lately?"
"Exactly. They happened to discover my secret identity, but that's a discussion for a different time." I had planned to confess my online activities first to ease her into the bigger confession about my affair with my daughters, and this little hint would force the issue later if I lost my nerve or my resolve. There was no going back now.
As soon as the welcome screen appeared, I selected the "Your Stories" button. The list of all my naughty stories appeared, exposed to my wife's eyes for the first time.
"You wrote these?" she asked.
"Yes I did. Now, I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Part of my confession is giving you the opportunity to choose how to respond. Notice I'm leaving you logged into my account. That gives you the power to delete any or all of my stories, or even have my account closed. I have accounts on other sites too, and if you want, I'll give you the same opportunity for the others. From now on, that's the way it's going to be. If you have a problem with anything I've written, go ahead and delete it. I won't keep secrets from you anymore."
"I don't understand," she said.
"Read a couple of my stories. Then you will."
Carrie nodded, and I left her there to do as she wished. I walked up the stairs and plopped down on the couch, both nervous and relieved. My greatest fear had been alleviated and my second greatest looked like it had the potential to do the same, but there were still plenty of things to worry about. I wondered just how my wife would take this discovery.
No Obstacles
I gave her a couple of hours. During that time, I went outside and mowed the law; it gave me something physical to do while I thought about the changes that were happening to the family. For the most part I thought they were good changes, but that would all depend upon Carrie's reaction to the discovery of my hobby.
There was only so much lawn to mow, though, so I returned inside to check on her. She had left the den and was now sitting on the bed in our bedroom.
I came in and sat down next to her. "So what do you think?" I asked. She continued to stare at the floor, and I gave her a minute to answer. Finally she lifted her eyes.
"I... I enjoyed the stories," she said. "I mean I really enjoyed the stories. I don't think I got through even the first one before I... um... lost it." Her face turned red.
"Hey, don't feel guilty," I told her. "If you enjoyed reading them, just think how much I enjoyed writing them."
She chuckled at that. "Yeah, I suppose you did. Right now I'm just a little overwhelmed. I mean, here I was, thinking we were just a normal family and I've been feeling so bad that I cheated on you, and now I find out that not only is it all right, it actually fits right in with your fantasies. What am I supposed to think?"
"I can't tell you what to think, because I'm not sure myself. The question is what to do. Where do we go from here?"
"The way I see it, we have two choices," she said. "We can forget all about it. You delete your stories, and I put a stop to this affair with my sister.
"Or we can continue on this path that we've started down. The only difference is that it will be together. I'm not even sure I know what that means, just that whatever we do, I want it to be with each other."
I realized that now was a good time to bring up the other part of my secret. I was still afraid of what she might think, but she deserved the truth.
"So let's get the word out in the open that we've been dancing around," I told her. "Incest. We both like it, right? I mean, we like the concept of it."
"I think it's obvious I enjoy more than just the concept of it," she told me.
"Okay, fine. We may be opposed to it intellectually, but it excites us both sexually."
"That's for sure!"
"I'm sure you also noticed that some of the girls in those stories weren't exactly of legal age. Now, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pedophile..."
"Not exclusively, at least," she joked. "You've proven that to me in the bedroom more times than I can count."
I laughed, glad that she was taking this all in good humor.
"Fine. So you know I fantasize about incest, and I fantasize about young teenage girls. So the obvious conclusion is..."
Her eyes opened wide. "You've got your eye on our daughters?" she asked.
"Given what you now know about me, can you blame me?"
"Not really. Wow. That's... that's not really surprising, now that I think about it, but... I don't know. You really caught me off guard there."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But you've been so good about confessing your deepest, darkest secrets to me, so I thought I really should do the same. What I want to know is, how do you feel about that? Now that you know I'm a lecherous old man leering over my own young daughters."
Carrie laughed. "Honestly, it doesn't bother me that much. You're a good man, and I know you would never hurt them. If you've had your fantasies, well, all things considered, I suppose there's no harm done."
"You're right that I would never hurt them. You and my girls are the most important things in my life, and I love you all more than anything."
"I know, and I appreciate it. I love you too. I'm really glad we're having this conversation."
"Me too. Now, let's talk hypothetical for a moment. Suppose you said you wanted to continue this affair with your sister. Honestly, I wouldn't mind."
"You wouldn't?"
"As long as you promised to tell me all about it afterward," I grinned. "Fuel for my fantasies."
She laughed again. "You really are a perverted old man."
"That's for sure. Now let's take a hypothetical case on the other side. Suppose I told you I wanted to have an affair with our daughters."
"What, all of them?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Since it's hypothetical, let's take it all the way. But let's remove all the obstacles. Pretend that they're okay with it. In fact, pretend it was their idea."
"You and the girls," she breathed, staring off into space. "Wow. I suppose I should be outraged, but since we're being honest here and baring our souls, that thought kind of turns me on. I know it's illegal and everything, but just the thought of you acting out some of those fantasies that I read about in your stories... Does that make a horrible person, that the idea actually excites me?"
"Like you said, it's just a fantasy. I don't think it makes you a horrible person at all. But let's take it one step further. Let's pretend I'm actually planning to seduce them."
"Are you?" she asked.
"We're still talking hypothetically here. Humor me. What obstacles are there to me carrying out my fiendish plan?"
"Oh, so this is a plan of yours, is it?" she asked with a grin. I could tell she wasn't really taking this seriously, but then, that was probably for the best at this point.
"Sure," I shrugged. "Why not?"
"Okay. For one thing, it's illegal, like we mentioned before. If anyone found out--"
"We'll just make sure nobody finds out."
"Okay, fine. But it's also immoral."
"What do you mean?"
"What? It's immoral. That's what I mean."
"If they want it and I want it, what's so immoral about it?"
"Well... it's just... I don't know."
"Seriously. Let's apply the same standard to this as to what you did with your sister. Was that immoral?"
"Well, yes. I never should have done it."
"It doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother your sister, and the only reason it bothers you is because you believe it was wrong. So it's wrong only because you're defining it as such. That makes the definition completely arbitrary, so it's just as easy to call it right instead of wrong and that gets rid of the problem."
"You and your crazy logic," she sighed.
"My crazy logic? How about the logic of calling something immoral for no real reason?"
"Okay, fine. I suppose if everyone involved is okay with it, there's nothing wrong with it. That goes for me and my sister, as well as you and our daughters. Then there's the issue of pregnancy. I don't want to end up the grandmother of a bunch of kids with two heads."
"So we'll get the girls on the pill."
"What about diseases?"
"So we'd have to set up some rules for exclusivity. Hypothetically, if we kept it all in the family, it would eliminate all potential for diseases."
Carrie stared at me. "Tell me, are you actually planning to seduce our daughters?" she asked.
"Would it bother you?"
"I asked you first."
"Well, my answer depends on your answer. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you." I took her hand in mine and looked her straight in the eye. "Carrie, you know you've always been my first love, and I don't just mean that chronologically," I told her. "You know I would do anything for you. So if you tell me you would feel at all uncomfortable--"
"Oh my god, you're serious!" she exclaimed. "You would actually do it. I mean, fantasies are one thing, but... wow. I'm not sure how to take this."
"I've upset you. I'm sorry. Look, let's just forget the whole thing."
"No, let's not. I want to hear you out. Convince me. Honestly, the thought kind of excites me; I just don't know if that makes me a horrible mother, or if it's just some moral hangups I have to get over. First, explain why you think they would be willing."
So this was it. Time to confess everything. Well, Carrie had already told me her dirty secret, so I could do nothing less but share my own.
"You know how the girls have been extra affectionate with me lately?" I asked.
Carrie nodded.
"It didn't start after you came back. It started during the vacation. You and I aren't the only ones in this family who get turned on by the thought of incest. Amber and Linda let me know in no uncertain terms that they wanted to have a physical relationship with me."
"You're kidding!" Carrie said, but I was shocked to see an amused smile on her face.
"I swear to God, it's the honest truth."
"Amber and Linda want to have sex with their own father?"
"Exactly."
"And did you...?"
"Well, they really didn't give me much choice."
"What do you mean?"
"They literally tied me up and... had their way with me."
To my utter astonishment, Carrie burst out into laughter. I couldn't believe it. Of all the reactions she could have to my story, this was the one I had never expected.
"For days I've been worried that you would think me a horrible person for sleeping with my sister," she explained once she managed to get herself under control, "and now I find out you had an affair with your own daughters! I supposed I should be mad at you, but honestly, I'm actually kind of relieved. We're a couple of perverts, you and I. Kind of funny if you think about it."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault. I was tied up at the time."
"So they raped you?"
"Well, not exactly. Rape is a horrible, traumatic experience. It's not exactly rape if the victim enjoys it. The truth is that it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I only protested because I was worried about the effect it would have on my relationship with you."
Carrie smiled at me and squeezed my hand. "I appreciate that. Look, I won't deny that it will affect our relationship. But I'm not so certain that the effect will be negative. Maybe I'm still kind of horny from those stories of yours, but just the thought that you had sex with your own daughters has me on the edge of another orgasm. It's so dirty, but so... exciting at the same time."
"Well, I guess there's no harm in telling you that that was just the first time. Before it happened, I might have been able to hold out, but once they got me into bed, I was hooked. So I share in the blame."
"All right, now that we've got it all out in the open, let's make a deal. I'll forgive you if you forgive me."
"I was hoping you would say that," I said with a sigh of relief. "It's really okay then?"
"It's okay," she nodded.
"So I guess it all comes back to that same question. Where do we go from here?"
"You mean, do I let you keep sleeping with our daughters?"
"I guess that's one way of putting it. But let's not be unfair here; I think we should apply the same standard to your sister as we do to Amber and Linda. Do we forget it ever happened and never speak of it again, or do we both accept that we're a couple of lecherous old perverts and keep these relationships going?"
"I wouldn't mind getting together with Molly once in a while," said Carrie. "If it doesn't bother you, I mean."
"Honestly, the thought kind of makes me horny. You'll have to tell me all about it tonight in bed, in excrutiating detail. Then get ready for some seriously passionate lovemaking."
"Only if you tell me all about your kinky affair with our daughters."
"So you think we should continue these relationships?"
"Maybe. But I have to put another condition on your sleeping with the girls."
"What's that?"
"You have to let me watch."
I wandered around in a serendipitous daze for the rest of the day, wondering how I got so lucky. I could hardly believe that my wife wanted me to keep screwing my daughters. She kept giving me sly winks all afternoon and evening, and I knew that she was eager to get me into bed where I could narrate my encounters with the girls and drive her insane with lust.
We didn't mention anything to the girls just yet, mainly because we didn't know what to do about Chelsea. I felt very protective of my youngest daughter, and didn't want to traumatize her with the knowledge that her family was so sick and twisted. So we kept it a secret until we could decide what to do.
That night Carrie and I made love like we hadn't in years. Our newfound discovery of our fantasies opened the floodgate to all our hidden desires, and we held nothing back. We had no obstacles to those shameful desires anymore, and the excitement of what would happen in the future made us feel almost like newlyweds again. Carrie discovered that she loved calling me Daddy as we made love; perhaps she fantasized that she was one of our daughters. That thought excited me even more, and we ended up driving each other so wild that we kept going on and on until we both collapsed from sheer physical exhaustion. I couldn't remember ever having a day's work that wore me out as much as that night in bed with Carrie.
We slept soundly that night, and not just because our minds had finally been put at ease. When we awoke in the morning, we made love again, and were almost disappointed when we had to get up and start the day. I considered taking a day off and spending the whole time in the bedroom with Carrie, but I was still behind on that damn novel, not to mention we had a house full of teenage girls just on the other side of the bedroom door, and despite Carrie's joke that we should just open that door and let them join in the fun, we had to maintain at least an appearance of propriety for Chelsea's sake.
Speaking of Chelsea, we found the opportunity we had been looking for that afternoon when Chelsea got a call from one of her friends inviting her to come over the next day. That would get her out of the house, leaving Carrie, Amber, Linda and me alone together. That evening I asked Amber if she could call Carla at the bookstore and ask if she could have the next day off. I offered to compensate Carla with an autographed copy of my next novel, and she agreed immediately. Amber wasn't sure why I had asked her to take the day off, but I told her that I had a surprise in store for her.
The next morning, Carrie drove Chelsea to her friend's house. Linda asked if there was time for us to have a quickie before Carrie got back, but I told her that if she was patient, she wouldn't be disappointed. Admittedly, I was as eager to get things started as my daughters were, but I managed to control my urges mainly because I knew what would happen as soon as my wife returned home.
The waiting was pure torture, but it finally ended. We heard the car drive up, then a minute later Carrie stepped through the front door. I took her hand and led her over to the couch, where all four of us sat down.
"Girls," I said, "I have some great news. Your mother and I had a long talk the other day, and it turns out we have at least one more interest in common than we realized. Carrie... Carrie knows about our relationship."
The shock on Amber's and Linda's faces was priceless.
"Not only that," added Carrie, "but I think it's wonderful."
"You do?" asked Amber.
"Absolutely. I'll be honest. I fooled around a little with my brother and sister while we were growing up. I know it's supposed to be revolting, but the truth is that I look back on those days with fondness. So the whole idea of close family members having that kind of fun together really excites me. If you two had a brother, I wouldn't be opposed to you having the same kind of relationship with him as I had with Seth. You don't have a brother, but you do have a father."
"So you mean... it's all right if we have sex with Dad?" asked Linda.
"I think it's about the most erotic thing I can think of," Carrie smiled. "In fact, I would like nothing more than to have front row seats."
The girls glanced at each other, their faces gradually breaking out in grins.
"I think that can be arranged," said Amber.
We adjourned to the master bedroom, where we stood there for a minute glancing nervously at each other. Although we had made the decision to do this, we still felt awkward about actually getting down to business.
It was Linda who broke that awkward silence.
"Dad," she said. "I think... I think this is what I've been waiting for."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Mom, you should know that Dad never actually had real sex with me. I mean, I've sucked him off plenty, and he's gone down on me too, but I've been waiting for the perfect time for him to take my virginity."
"And you think now is the right time?" I asked her, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah. I mean, I suppose I needed to know that it wasn't going to be just a one-night stand. I needed to know that you wouldn't just call an end to things because Mom found out or you thought it would come between you. So now we're past all that, and I think I'm ready."
"And you don't mind your first time being in front of an audience?"
"Oh, I want Amber here. For moral support. I don't think I could do it without her. And it's even better with Mom here too. The only thing that would be better is if Chelsea were here too."
"She's way too young to be involved with this," I told her.
"Maybe. But it's all right. We can involve her later."
I didn't think that was such a good idea, but this really wasn't the time for that conversation.
"If this is what you really want, then I'm all for it," I said. "Any objections? Amber, you're not going to feel left out?"
"Not if you promise to make it up to me later," she said with a grin.
"I promise," I replied with a grin of my own, then pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
Amber and Linda also began to undress as Carrie took the chair from her desk and another chair from across the room and set them up next to each other facing the bed. Amber had unbuttoned her blouse and Linda had slipped off her tank top when suddenly Linda stopped.
"Just a minute," she said. "If we're going to do this, I need everything to be perfect."
"What's wrong?" asked Carrie.
"What's wrong is that you're not quite involved enough."
"I don't understand."
"Since this is a family event, you can't distance yourself from the rest of the family. If all you want to do is watch, that's fine, but you're going to have to at least follow the dress code."
"Oh," said Carrie, her eyes growing wide. "Oh. Do you... do you want me to take off my clothes too?"
"Mom, you're a babe," said Amber. "You're totally hot. I think Linda's saying that you need to support her with a little visual stimulation."
"So you two like looking at naked old ladies?" asked Carrie with a smirk. I recognized the playfulness in that expression; it was that same playfulness that her daughters had inherited from her.
"No, but we like looking at young, attractive, hot babes," Amber grinned. "We might as well tell you that we're both bisexual. We've been fooling around with each other a lot longer than we've been fooling around with Dad. You don't have a problem with your daughters lusting after your body, do you?"
"Not really. When I said that Seth and Molly and I used to fool around, not all of us were always present each time. And there were plenty of times when Seth was the missing one."
"You're bi too?" asked Linda excitedly.
"I suppose I am. So let's make a deal. I won't mind you lusting after your mother, if you don't mind me lusting after my daughters."
"Deal!" Amber and Linda both exclaimed together.
Carrie was still a little hesitant about disrobing. Considering that my daughters had had to drug me and tie me to my bed in order to get me naked in front of them, I could excuse a little hesitation on my wife's part. She kept glancing around at the rest of us as we removed our clothes. I was doing the same thing, of course. With three of the most beautiful women in the world stripping right there in front of me, I couldn't keep my lustful eyes from darting from one sexy feminine body to the next.
Finally we all had our clothes off, although Carrie instinctively threw her hands over her tits and pussy as soon as she stepped out of her clothes.
Amber would have none of that. She grabbed her mother's arm and pulled it away from her chest. "What did I tell you, Linda?" Amber grinned. "Is Mom a babe or what?"
"She's so hot she's going to catch this room on fire!" Linda agreed.
Amber reached out and placed her hand on Carrie's nearest best.
"Oh god!" Carrie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with surprise and a little arousal.
"Very nice," Amber commented. "Makes me want to do something I haven't done in fifteen years."
"What's that?" asked Carrie.
Then Amber shocked her even more by bending down and sucking Carrie's nipple into her mouth. Carrie nearly fainted at that; in fact, she had to sit down in one of the chairs. Amber followed her down, dropping to her knees and continuing to suck on Carrie's nipple.
"I want some!" Linda exclaimed, then knelt down on the other side of her mother and started working on the other nipple.
"Oh god oh god oh god!" Carrie gasped. "I can't believe this is happening!"
"Well don't leave your old man out of the fun," I complained. Linda immediately dashed over, knelt in front of me and wrapped her lips around my cock.
"OH GOD!" Carrie exclaimed, her body suddenly shaking. That surprised me; it was the fastest I had ever known her to achieve orgasm. She slumped back in her chair, panting in the aftershocks of her climax.
Amber stood back up, grinning. "Mission accomplished," she said. "At least, first mission accomplished. We've got plenty more to work on, though."
"This is seriously the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me," Carrie said. "It even beats our wedding night. I mean, having one daughter sucking on my breast while my other daughter sucks on her own father's cock. It's almost too much to bear."
"Show's not over yet," said Amber. "Linda, don't you want that in some place nicer than your mouth?"
Her sister let my cock slip from her lips and stood back up. "Good point," she said. She took my hand and led me over to the bed, where we lay down. Her older sister took a seat next to their mother.
I began by kissing Linda on the lips while I let my hands roam her body. Although certain parts of her body were more interesting than others, there was plenty of time to go over it all. Remembering that she had been hesitant about letting me take her virginity, I wanted to make sure she was plenty warmed up before we got to that.
She was a little tense at first, I could tell. That didn't surprise me, but it did mean that I would have to take extra care. I kept my kisses more tender than passionate, and I spent a great deal of time rubbing her shoulder and arm, noting that the tension gradually faded. Then as I lowered my hand to her hip, I leaned down and kissed her all over the neck. She sighed, and when I raised my head again momentarily, I saw a dreamy smile on her face.
I glanced over at Carrie, who was watching intently at the sight before her eyes. I could tell from her heavy breathing and her focused look that she was getting aroused by what she saw. She had her hands clasped in her lap, holding them mostly steady as if trying to maintain at least some respectability in front of her family, but every so often I noticed a bit of movement there. Perhaps she didn't even realize what she was doing, but it was clear to me that she was beginning to stimulate herself.
Amber, on the other hand, made no effort to hide that she was doing the same thing. Her hands rubbed up and down between her legs, her fingers dancing around that area of her body. I could see her squirming around on the chair, very excited by the sight in front of her. Her breathing was so heavy that it was audible, on the verge of becoming moans.
Returning my attention to my daughter om the bed, I reached out with both hands and grabbed one of her breasts in each. For the longest time I just lay there caressing them, listening to the sounds of arousal coming from her mouth. She was really enjoying this, I could tell. When I leaned down and ran my tongue around one of her nipples, she began to whimper in delight. It was nearly the exact same sound that Carrie made when I did the same thing to her.
Since I had taken over the stimulation on one of her breasts with my mouth, that freed up one of my hands, and I knew exactly where I wanted this one. I took my time getting there, however. I rubbed Linda all over the chest, enjoying the feel of every inch of her flesh as I gradually moved it lower. Her skin was so soft and delightful to the touch.
As I approached my goal, Linda spread her legs, encouraging me to continue. (As if I needed any more encouragement!) Finally, I reached my destination, letting my fingers slip over her mound and gently pressing into the cleft in the middle. Her moans grew louder now; she wasn't trying to hide her excitement at all. I loved the feel of her pussy, covered in only a thin layer of hair and growing damper by the second as I rubbed her there. Her hips were beginning to move in rhythm to my fingers, in a rolling motion that pressed upward against my hand and then lowering back to the bed again. She was really getting into this.
I used my middle finger, which rested right on her crevice, to press deeper into her, seeking out the hole that would soon be penetrated. I found it and slipped my finger inside, confirming that she had used other means than her daddy's cock to lose her virginity. That was good news, in my opinion. It meant that her first full sexual experience would be filled only with pleasure, not pain.
She was beginning to open up to my finger, her tunnel loosening to accomodate it. I slipped another finger in to help the first, probing and caressing and preparing the way for what would soon follow. From the look of ecstasy on her face, I could tell she was really enjoying it. And we hadn't even started the main event yet!
I let my eyes roam to my wife and oldest daughter, and was surprised at the sight in front of me. Carrie had given up on all pretense of respectability, and had her legs spread lewdly. She was rubbing herself just as openly as Amber now.
Then I caught Amber's eye, and she smiled and winked at me. Seeing that I was watching, she did something that shocked me: she reached over and slipped her hand onto her mother's crotch. Carrie gasped loudly and turned her attention to her daughter, who leaned over and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her lips. I could see my wife's eyes open wide with shock for a second, then she gave in and kissed her back.
Amber reached over with her free hand and grabbed her mother's hand, placing it between her own legs. To my delight, mother and daughter began masturbating each other, toying with each other's pussies as they continued to kiss.
"Daddy," Linda breathed, and I returned my attention to her. She had her eyes closed and an almost pained expression on her face. "Daddy, please..." she moaned.
"Are you ready?" I asked her, and she nodded.
I climbed over on top of her, spread her legs wide, then positioned my cock at her entrance and lowered myself gently. She groaned as I pressed into her, inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.
The rising crescendo of the sounds coming from Carrie told me that she was having another orgasm. It was a sound with which I was intimately familiar, one which I loved probably more than any other sound in the world. Today, though, I wanted to hear that sound from my daughter.
Glancing back down at her face, I saw the love there as she gazed up into my eyes. Today she was not just my daughter, but my lover as well. I kissed her again, this time more passionately than before. She closed her eyes and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in tight.
I lifted my hips again, just a few inches, then pressed down again. Linda gave a delighted groan as I speared into her. The feelings were exquisite, for both of us. She was so warm and tight around my cock, so pleasurable as I began to thrust over and over again into her body. I let my body take over, surrendering my conscious mind to the instincts which now drove me. Linda's hips picked up on that same rhythm, as if we were no longer two people but one, merged together into a single mass of erotic sensations that controlled our bodies.
It was still so hard to believe that this was happening. This change in my relationship with my daughters was still so fresh and new, almost like a fantasy. And in fact, it had been nothing more than a fantasy little more than a week ago. Yet here I was, making love to my daughter Linda. I could still remember her as a little girl, a beautiful little child that had always loved her daddy. Amber had always seemed so feminine to me, but Linda was different. Because I had wanted a son, I sometimes treated her as one, turning her into a bit of a tomboy. I did not regret it, but right now any hint of masculinity had disappeared from her entirely; today she was completely, absolutely, and totally a girl. But no, even that was not true. Not anymore. Today she was becoming a woman.
I thought about what I was doing. I was her father. That cock thrusting into her had once done the same thing to her mother, and Linda owed her very existence to that act. She had been created in an act of love, and now I was engaging in that very same act with her. It was something beautiful and amazing, not at all dirty or vulgar. We were merely deepening our love for each other, in the same way that adding sex to my relationship with Amber had deepened ours. Experiencing this union was developing a bond that most fathers rarely felt with their daughters. It was a shame really.
I could hear Linda's moans next to my ear as I hugged her tightly and continue to thrust into her. I loved those sounds coming from her lips, just as I loved the ones I had heard from her mother earlier. It meant that I was giving my daughter the ultimate in pleasure. I had always loved spoiling my girls, and in a way this was just another way of doing just that. Her daddy was making her feel good, in a way that she had never experienced before.
She suddenly cried out in orgasm, her arms locking tightly around my neck and her pussy clenching up around my cock. Her whole body tensed up as it overtook her. Then a few seconds later she relaxed again. But I wasn't finished with her yet; with the quantity of sex I had been receiving lately, I wasn't about to go off that early. In fact, I hoped to give her at least one more orgasm before reaching that same level of pleasure myself.
I didn't slow my tempo at all, but continued to rock my hips forward and back, spearing her deeply. At first Linda just lay there panting, but after a minute or two, I could hear those same moans starting up again. Her body apparently knew there was still more to come, and it was accepting the continued stimulation eagerly. I pulled my head back a little so that I could look her in the face, and I could tell from her expression that she was overjoyed that I wasn't going to let her off with just a single orgasm.
Across the room, I could hear two other sets of moans, from my wife and other daughter. One of them was reaching a climax herself, though I was too absorbed in making love with Linda to know or even care which one. Mother and daughter were having their own special party over there, just like father and daughter were having theirs on the bed.
Several minutes later, I could sense Linda's body beginning to rise toward another climax. I knew I wouldn't last much longer myself, so I surrendered myself to the feeling, hoping we would reach that mutual bliss together. It didn't quite happen that way; Linda had a head start on me, so she reached her peak first. She wailed in ecstasy as it hit her.
I followed close behind. The pressure and tension suddenly spiked, and I let out my own wail as I released my load deep inside her body. It was the most exquisite feeling, knowing that I had now experienced sexual bliss with two of my daughters.
Another cry of ecstasy from across the room echoed my own, and this time I recognized it as Carrie's. Probably the thought that I had completed the act with our daughter had pushed her over the edge; this whole idea of incest gave her such an erotic high that she had managed to climax multiple times just from the sight of it happening in front of her.
As the pleasure waned, I let my body go limp. I was exhausted from the ordeal, but very satisfied. I rolled off of Linda, who lay there beside me panting just as heavily as I was. I reached out and took her hand in mind, giving it a loving squeeze as we lay there together in the radiant glow of the lingering memory of what we had just shared.
"God, that was so amazing!" Carrie exclaimed, and I glanced over at her. Amber and she had ceased their activities, and were holding each other's hands just like Linda and I were. "We have got to keep doing this as often as we can."
"We'll just have to find excuses to get Chelsea out of the house," I smiled.
"I have a better idea," she grinned slyly.
"I know that look," I told her. "This is a fiendishly wicked idea, isn't it?"
"Not much more fiendishly wicked than what we just did. Forget about trying to keep this from her. Let's not leave her out of all the fun."
"You mean--"
"Exactly. I think you should seduce Chelsea."
No Rules
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed.
"Why not?" asked Carrie.
"Well, because... because with you three, it was your choice. I'm not going to force myself on anyone, especially my own daughter. Besides, she's still a little girl. Does she even know--"
"Special mommy-daughter vacation, remember? She knows all she needs to know."
"Besides, they teach Sex-Ed in fourth grade," added Linda. "Chelsea's known about the birds and the bees for at least three years. Besides, you've written about girls even younger in your dirty stories."
"Okay, fine, but that doesn't change the fact that she doesn't want this. The only reason I got together with Amber and Linda was because they wanted it so bad that they practically raped me."
"How do you know Chelsea doesn't want it just as bad?" asked Carrie. "Seems to me that she's at least as much a daddy's girl as her big sisters. Maybe even more."
"That's just a little girl being affectionate. It doesn't mean anything. She's not even a teenager yet."
"So what?" said Amber. "By the time I was twelve, I was playing with myself every day. And I started fooling around with Linda when she was only eleven. I'll bet Chelsea is a lot hornier than you think."
"She has a point," Carrie shrugged. "I had a long talk with Chelsea about what is and isn't appropriate activities to do with boys, and she understands the risks, but considering how oversexed the girls are in this family, I figure it's only a matter of time before she gets a little too curious. Wouldn't you rather it be with someone who cares deeply about her and would never hurt her than with a boy who will just use her and then toss her away?"
"That's not fair," I insisted, but I really couldn't find any flaw in her logic. In truth, the most unfair part of this was that it was three against one. I could hold my own in any disagreement with Carrie; in fact, I considered myself a little stubborn and bull-headed at times. But there were three women here all thinking up reasons why I should have sex with my youngest daughter.
Ironically, it was Carrie who came to my rescue. "All right, girls. Let's give Daddycums time to think." Then she turned to me. "We'll leave you alone for a while if you promise to think about it, deal?"
I nodded. "Deal."
I thought about it. I thought about it a lot. Over the next couple of days I started seeing Chelsea in ways that I hadn't before. Until recently, she had always been just a little girl to me. Young, innocent, and sexless. Pretty but in an entirely non-sexual way. The more I watched her, though, the more I realized just how much she was growing up. Her childlike cuteness was already beginning to show the first traces of beauty that would only grow stronger as she aged. Her chest was no longer entirely flat, which meant she was in the midst of puberty. That meant that other, less tangible parts of her were beginning to mature as well, namely her emotions. She would have already felt the stirrings of sexuality; she would know about arousal and perhaps had already begun to experiment with satisfying that arousal.
Unfortunately, I can't claim that my observation of her was entirely clinical. Now that Carrie and my older daughters had planted that seed in my mind, I could no longer separate myself from the thoughts of Chelsea's budding sexuality. Every minute I watched her, I grew more and more desirous of her. The truth was that I was beginning to lust after my preteen daughter.
I could be dishonest and blame Amber and Linda. I could claim that they had broken down my resistance to such perverse thoughts. Or I could blame Carrie, for making the suggestion in the first place. I could even blame Chelsea herself, for being so beautiful and cuddly. I had always loved it when she sat on my lap and curled up against my chest. A kiss on the cheek from my little girl had always been enough to brighten my day no matter how dark my mood. Perhaps now that she was learning about those new feelings and sensations, her flirting with her daddy was no longer entirely innocent. But in the end, I was the one who decided to act on my lust.
Once I made up my mind, I wasted no time in discussing it with my wife and daughters. I was willing to do the deed, but I had no idea how to approach Chelsea. After the girls had retired to their bedrooms the night after I made the decision, I snuck into Amber's and Linda's rooms and asked them to quietly accompany me to the master bedroom. Their faces lit up with a grin at the request, but I told them that I just wanted to talk. We descended the stairs and found Carrie in our room. We all sat down on the bed.
"Okay," I sighed. "I'm in."
Amber and Linda squealed with delight, and Carrie threw her arms around me in a big hug. "I knew you'd come around!" she said.
"So the question is, how do we go about this?"
"I could break her in for you," offered Linda. "Get her used to sex with a family member before she moves on to her daddy."
I shook my head. "No, I know you mean well, but her first time should be special, not just fooling around, which is what you would do with her. It has to be me."
"Possessive, aren't we?" Amber teased. "I don't think he wants to share with us."
"There will be plenty of time for that later," I told her. "But if I'm going to do this, it has to be me and her alone the first time."
"I could arrange to get the three of us out of the house," Carrie suggested. "Maybe this weekend. That would leave you alone with her."
"Fine, but how do I approach her about it? I can't just walk up to her and say, 'Hey Chelsea, I have a great idea. Let's have sex!'"
"It would have worked on me," Amber laughed.
"Okay, okay. Let's be serious here."
"I am."
I rolled my eyes. "But what should I do? Carrie, you know how clueless I am with women."
"Yes, which is one of the reasons I've never worried about you having an affair. Even if you wanted to, you would never figure out how to get past first base."
"Except with his daughters, of course," Linda added.
"True enough. But that's really beside the point, because all the rules change when it's your daughter. You can't rely on the usual pick-up lines and smooth talking. It's a whole different game."
"Actually, that gives me an idea," said Amber.
When my oldest daughter explained her plan, I realized that it just might work. Of course, it was up to Chelsea to take the bait, but the plan allowed me to take things slowly and gauge her reactions before continuing to the next level. I could hardly wait to put it into practice.
Carrie made an excuse to spend the weekend with her sister, and Amber and Linda both managed to get themselves invited to their friends' houses. When Chelsea complained that everyone had somewhere to go but her, I told her that we could make it a special daddy-daughter weekend with just the two of us, which immediately changed her attitude. Now she seemed overjoyed that the rest of the family was leaving for a couple of days.
I could hardly wait for the weekend to come, and the days dragged by too slowly. I focused all of my energy on my novel, which served both purposes of getting some actual work done and making the time go by faster. Still, I couldn't go more than twenty minutes without glancing up at the clock, all day, all week.
But Friday eventually arrived, and my wife and two daughters prepared to leave. Carrie and Linda spent the morning packing, but Amber had to work that day, so she had packed the night before. She came home early, and Carrie offered to drive the girls to their friends' houses on the way out of town if I would pick them back up on Sunday. With all the arrangements made, I helped the three of them load up the van. I gave them each a hug and kiss in the driveway, then returned to the front door to wave goodbye with Chelsea at my side.
"So Chelsea," I said as the girls drove away in the van. "Do you want to do something fun?"
"Sure, Daddy," she smiled.
"How about we say that for this vacation, there are no rules. Bedtime, chores, those kinds of things. I mean, let's try and see how many rules we can break."
Chelsea laughed. "That sounds like fun!" she exclaimed. "Can I have dessert before supper?"
"You'd better believe it! And no doing chores until you've watched at least two hours of TV. If you were in school right now, I'd put homework on the list of no-no's before TV too."
"And no going to bed before midnight!" she exclaimed.
Actually, I hoped to have her in bed long before midnight, but I was glad that she was so enthusiastic about the idea.
I glanced at my watch. "Let's see... it's abour four o'clock now. Time to start spoiling our appetite. Do you think we might have time to make some cookies before dinner?"
"Yeah!" she said, delighted.
We went to the kitchen, where I searched through Carrie's recipe collections until I found the recipe for chocolate chip peanut butter cookies with coconut, Chelsea's favorite. I normally let Carrie handle all of the baking, but I at least knew enough to follow a recipe. After agreeing not to wash our hands first, Chelsea and I set to work mixing up the batter, then instead of dozens of small cookies, we baked up just a few giant cookies. Soon the house was filled with the aroma of baking chocolate and peanut butter.
The first batch, or more accurately, the first cookie, turned out perfect, so we split it. I made sure to make the two pieces uneven and gave her the bigger piece, explaining that if we divided it evenly, that would be following the rules. Chelsea giggled and accepted the larger piece. We washed it down with hot chocolate, a completely inappropriate drink for the middle of summer, which was exactly the point.
By the time we had eaten our fill of cookies, neither of us were particularly hungry, so by mutual agreement we skipped supper. I told Chelsea that if she got hungry later, she could raid the pantry or fridge for whatever snacks she wanted. I would probably do the same.
After the last of the cookies came out of the oven and sat cooling on the stove top, we left the kitchen, making a point to leave the light on despite nobody being in the room. In fact, Chelsea insisted that we go through the entire house and turn on all the lights, even though there was still plenty of sunlight outside. I laughed at her enthusiasm and helped her hunt dowm as many lights as we could find.
I then took Chelsea downstairs and into my den, which was usually off-limits. I sat down in my chair in front of my computer and set her on my lap, where I let her surf the internet for a while. I half-hoped that she would try to push the boundaries by visiting porn sites, but unlike my older two daughters, that had never been her style. Instead, she just sent emails to her friends and played around on one of the social networking sites that were so popular wih kids these days. As she surfed, I held her to me and rubbed her stomach, something she always enjoyed. For now I didn't try to see what I could get away with; I had the whole weekend to make my move, and I didn't want to rush her.
Chelsea eventually lost interest in her web surfing, so I picked her up and carried her back up the stairs to the living room to waste some more time watching TV. Again I set her on my lap, continuing my gentle caressing of her stomach. I didn't pay much attention to the TV; I was more focused on the warm little body on my lap. Chelsea had always been the cuddliest little girl, and I loved to just sit there and hold her in my arms.
Eventually, she climbed off of me, to my disappointment. But then to my delight, she lay down on the couch with her head in my lap. By this point, it was growing dark outside and the temperature was dropping, so I grabbed a nearby quilt and covered her with it.
"You shouldn't take a nap before bedtime," I teased her. "So go right ahead!"
We watched television for another hour, and I took the opportunity to rub her stomach again. She seemed so content that I half expected her to start purring like a cat. She fell asleep for about half an hour of that time, which I didn't mind. I gazed down at her smiling face with her eyes closed and her gentle breathing, and fell in love with her all over again.
When she awoke, she yawned and sat back up. She flashed me her most adorable smile, then threw her arms around me and held me tightly. "I love you, Daddy," she said, then kissed me on the cheek.
With her in such an affectionate mood, I decided that the time was right to take things to the next level. I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought. I'm actually going to seduce my 12-year-old daughter. But the thought only excited me all the more.
"Chelsea," I said with a smile, "would you like Daddy to show you a special way to hug that feels extra nice?"
"Sure!" she replied enthusiastically.
"Okay, but you have to remember that this is usually against the rules. It's just because this is a special rule-breaking night that I'm showing you how to do this."
I could see her eyes light up with delight when I said that, exactly the reaction I had been hoping for. So far she had been thrilled to do things tonight that she would normally never be able to get away with.
"Show me," she said.
"Okay. It's really simple. We have to take our shirts off." I reached for the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it.
Chelsea's expression turned to one of shock. "But..." she said.
"But what?" I asked her, keeping my tone cheerful and friendly.
"But then you'll see my... um..."
"See your what?"
"My... my boobs," she said almost at a whisper, blushing and staring at the floor.
"What's wrong with that?" I smiled.
"Well... I mean... it's... I'm not supposed to..."
"Of course you're not supposed to," I told her with a grin that I hoped was friendly and just a bit humorous. "That's the whole point. This weekend we're doing things we're not supposed to do, remember?"
She glanced up at me, uncertainty still in her face but with her embarrassment and concern rapidly disappearing. "Really?" she asked.
"Really," I told her. "Tell you what. I'll take my shirt off first, then you can see it's no big deal."
"That's different," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you're a boy," she giggled. At least she was back in bright spirits.
"No I'm not; I'm a man," I replied in a slightly teasing tone.
"You know what I mean, Daddy," said Chelsea. "You're allowed to take your shirt off."
"Oh, if I'm allowed to, maybe I'd better leave it on then," I joked. "I wouldn't want to do something I'm allowed to do."
Chelsea laughed, and I leaned in to kiss her on the forehead.
"So what do you say?" I asked her. "Should we do it?"
She considered for a moment, then with a slight blush, nodded. She was wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans, her usual attire when not forced to wear dresses for special occasions. Chelsea probably got that from her tomboy older sister Linda. Although I thought she looked particularly adorable in a dress, right now I was glad for the convenience of her tee-shirt. It meant far less work to get out of it, and I was eager to get her out of it as soon as possible.
I wasted no time, but immediately lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor beside me. Chelsea paused for a few seconds, then she too took hold of the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it. I watched in growing delight as more and more of her body came into view; first her softly rounded hips, then her cute little belly button, then the rest of her stomach, her ribs, and finally those wondrous delights, still so tiny, on her upper chest. At that point I lost all interest in the rest of her body as I stared at the twin mounds now exposed before my eyes.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked her.
Chelsea just giggled, still slightly embarrassed but at least making no attempt to cover herself. I planned to spend a good deal of time with her this weekend undressed, so I figured it wouldn't be long before she was comfortable with nudity.
"Now give Daddy a hug," I told her, reaching out for her. Chelsea scooted in close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her soft little torso up against me. I threw my own arms around her back and gave her a squeeze, luxuriating in the exquisite feel of her bare skin against my own.
"Now doesn't this feel so much better than hugging with our shirts on?" I asked her.
"Mm," she replied, but it sounded like a yes.
I wasn't content to just give her a quick embrace then end it; I wanted to feel her body against me for as long as possible. So I continued to hold her, letting my hands gently caress her back as I held her in my arms. I listened to the sound of her breathing and even felt her hearbeat, noticing that both were gradually slowing as her nervousness went away.
"Daddy," she finally said, after what must have been four or five minutes. "I like this kind of hugging."
"So do I," I told her. "Especially with my special girl."
Chelsea beamed at the compliment, then leaned in and kissed me again, this time on the lips. It was only a little peck, to my disappointment, but now that we had crossed a line, I was confident that I would have plenty of opportunities to extend that later.
I hadd a sudden idea, and decided to act on it. Perhaps it might be moving too quickly, but so far Chelsea hadn't seemed too reluctant to go along with my naughty suggestions. She trusted me, and that gave me a momentary pang of guilt. Was this a betrayal of that trust? Was I abusing it for my own ends? Maybe, but she certainly wasn't faking that smile. She was enjoying herself as much as I was.
"Chelsea," I said. "Would you do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?" she asked.
"I've been working so hard this week, and my back is kind of sore. Usually when I'm like this, mommy gives me a massage and then I'm all right. But she's not here right now. Would you give me a massage instead?"
"Um..." she said uncertainly. "I don't know how."
"It's easy. I'll show you what to do. And then when you're all done, I'll give you a massage too. Won't that feel nice?"
"Okay!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm.
I slid off the couch and lay down on my stomach on the floor. I had Chelsea kneel beside me and place her hands on my shoulders. I reached up and showed her how to rub me, then once she got the hang of it, I relaxed and let her take over.
Her hands felt wonderful on my skin. Despite her claim that she didn't know what she was doing, she managed to pick it up very quickly. I occasionally told her where to rub me and how hard, but for the most part she seemed to do it just fine. As I lay there, I considered just backing out of my plan and taking it no further than this: a perfectly innocent massage by my daughter. It felt so good that I could entertain the notion of holding off on sex until my wife got back and could take care of me properly.
But I knew how weak I was; if not today, it would happen another day. I would eventually give in and seduce Chelsea, so I might as well do it sooner rather than later.
After basking in the luxurious feeling of her tiny young hands on my back for a while, I rolled over.
"Okay, now I want you to rub my front," I said. Chelsea giggled again, then scooted over to kneel next to me once more. I gazed up at her beautiful face and stunning preteen body, and thought it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. When she reached out and started rubbing my chest, I found the whole experience heavenly.
"Oh, that feels so good, Chelsea," I told her. "You're making Daddy very happy."
"I like making you happy," she said.
"Well then, I like making you happy right back."
As she worked over my torso with her hands, I took the opportunity to gaze at her young body. I couldn't get enough of the sight of such forbidden flesh, right there in front of my eyes. I was tempted to grab her right there, rip off the rest of her clothes, and make love to her whether she wanted it or not. But that was just a passing fantasy, gone almost as soon as it popped into my head. I was absolutely incapable of hurting my little girl like that. When I made love to her, it would be a wonderful and beautiful experience for her, one that would become a memory that she would cherish for the rest of her life.
I'm pretty sure she caught me staring at her body, and a couple of times she even flashed me a "naughty Daddy!" grin. But she said nothing, willing to join me in the illusion that this was all completely innocent, that I had no impure thoughts towards her. But the possibility that she knew exactly what I was doing and didn't mind going along with it gave me hope that she wouldn't stop me until I had achieved my ultimate goal. I still decided to take it slow, not only to ease her into it but also because I was enjoying the game we were playing. I had always enjoyed foreplay, which is really what this was.
I could have let her keep going like that for hours, but there were other parts of me that were anxious to get in on the action. No, not those parts. Okay, those parts too, but I was mainly referring to my hands. My eyes had had ample opportunity to explore Chelsea's young body, and now my hands were getting a little jealous.
"Your turn," I announced. Although it was a shame to have her take her hands off of me, I was getting anxious to put my own hands on her luscious young flesh.
Chelsea took my place on the floor, lying out on her stomach and resting her head on her arms. I reached out and placed my hands on her shoulders, delighting in the feel of her soft, youthful skin. My hands my hands wander all over her back, getting a feel of every inch of it. Her skin still retained a childlike softness that was so pleasing to the touch; I think I was enjoying massaging her every bit as much as she enjoyed being massaged.
For several minutes I continued to rub her back, listening with delight at the contented sighs escaping from her lips. I loved that sound; it confirmed that I was making my daughter happy. Chelsea had always been the type of girl that naturally made people want to do nice things for her, if only to see her smile. Perhaps she was a daddy's girl because she knew that I was devoted to her. She could get me to do almost anything for the prize of a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Perhaps I spoiled her a bit, but I challenge any father with a daughter as adorable as Chelsea to claim that he wouldn't do the same thing.
As I continued with the massage, I started thinking about where this was all headed. Frankly, I was a little nervous; in a few minutes I would cross another line, taking this beyond any hope of claiming innocence. While I was certainly eager for it, I also worried that Chelsea wouldn't be as willing to go along with it as she had been so far.
Still, I had made up my mind to go through with this, and I would keep pushing forward until she told me to stop. As long as she enjoyed it, I would cross any line.
After I had put off the inevitable for as long as I could, I mustered my courage and withdrew my hands from her back.
"All right, turn over," I told her.
Chelsea turned her head to the side and stared at me for a second. "Um... Daddy..." she said.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
She hesitated for a few seconds, and I wondered whether she would get cold feet at the last minute. Then she rolled over onto her back, exposing her beautiful young body to me once again.
I almost started drooling at the sight of it, especially her not-quite-flat chest that was just starting to fill out. The other most interesting part of her was still hidden from my eyes by her jeans, but I was content for now just to gaze upon her sexy, bare torso. The rest would have to wait.
Though tempted to immediately start groping her tits, I instead placed my hands on her shoulders to at least maintain the illusion that this was just a harmless massage. It wasn't much of an illusion, I'll admit, and I wondered what was going through Chelsea's mind right now. She seemed a little embarrassed, but she still kept a smile on her face. Although she might be a little confused at her father's sudden unfatherly attentions toward her, she at least appeared to still be enjoying herself.
I'll admit that I was a little overeager to move on to those beautiful twin mounds, so I only spent a minute or two on her shoulders before gradually moving down along her body. I paid close attention to her reactions; at the first hint of reluctance on her part, I would immediately remove my hands.
Surprisingly, that reluctance never came. Chelsea just continued to gaze up at me with a loving smile on her face. That made me wonder whether she was as eager as I was. Did she know where this was all headed? Was she completely innocent, or did she actually share some of her big sisters' infatuation with me? It was hard to tell, but as long as she kept smiling, I would keep pushing the boundaries.
When I reached her breasts, I covered them with my hands and began to knead them gently, using the same motions I had used on the rest of her torso. Though she didn't have much there yet, what she did have felt exquisite. I loved fondling them, feeling their springy softness in my hands and the nipples beginning to harden under my palm. I even let my hands wander a few inches lower so that I could gently pinch those nipples between my fingers. Chelsea giggled again when I did this, but I could hear her breaths growing heavier from the pleasure I gave her, and I felt her nipples hardening.
It soon became obvious that this had grown into something more than a massage. Chelsea squirmed around as her body reacted to the sensations I was causing in her. I wondered whether she had ever felt those sensations before. At twelve, had she ever experienced any kind of sexual pleasure? Had she learned the joys of giving herself these feelings?
"Daddy," she said. "Are you playing with my boobs?" she asked. I glanced at her face, and saw a little teasing smile there. No longer was there any embarrassment, only playful excitement.
"Of course," I told her with a smile. "You have such fun boobs to play with."
Chelsea laughed. "Even more fun than Mom's?" she asked.
Seeing that she was not only comfortable talking about the sexuality of her parents but willing to bring up the subject herself, I decided to take advantage of her attitude. "Well, that's some pretty tough competition," I replied in a playful tone. "Your mother has some of the most amazing boobs I've ever seen. And felt."
"Do you think mine will ever grow as big as hers?"
"I hope so," I said. "I can't seem to keep my hands off of them already. Imagine what it will be like when they're as big and beautiful as your mother's."
Chelsea laughed. I could hardly believe my luck. She was taking this all in amazingly good spirits, and other than a little hesitation here and there, she seemed to have no reluctance to do everything I wanted so far. By now it was clear that she knew exactly what was going on; her father was molesting her. But she wanted it as much as I did. Perhaps there was more of her big sisters' attitude in her than I had given her credit for.
She let me grope her for the longest time, and I was having so much fun that I completely lost track of how long I had been at it. She closed her eyes but kept that smile on her face, no doubt enjoying the sensations I was giving her. She continued to squirm a little, especially when I toyed with her nipples; she appeared to like that especially well. It was my favorite part as well, and I could have gone on like that for hours.
In order to maintain the illusion that this was merely a massage, however, I reluctantly slipped my hands down further along her body. She gave a slight groan of disappointment, which I took as a good sign. It was no longer a matter of her stoically accepting what I was doing to her; she was actually disappointed when I stopped. That meant she would be more likely to accept when I offered to do similar things to her later.
I gently rubbed her lower chest, and eventually moved down to her stomach. She liked that too, as she always did, but I could tell that she still preferred my hands on her breasts. I would certainly oblige her later, but the denial of that pleasure was a part of my plan. If I could leave her unsatisfied, unfulfilled, then she would want it all the more when I offered later. Carrie had always been the same way; the longer we drew out the foreplay, the more aroused she became. On a good day I could get her to beg me to jump her. I didn't expect quite the same from Chelsea, but I hoped that by prolonging the enjoyment she would be more willing to take things further.
When I reached the waistband of her panties, I decided to see just what I could get away with. As my hands made little circles on her lower stomach, I let the pinky of one of them slip under the waistband. It was only about half an inch, and I made it look like it was incidental. But when she didn't jump or grab my hand, I took that as a sign to continue. I did it again, moving my finger slightly lower this time. Chelsea just gazed up at me with trust and love in her eyes as I delved over and over again into her panties. First it was just the pinky, then soon the tips of my other fingers joined in, feeling the warmth of her flawless skin just above her young mound. I wondered just how far she would let me go.
The tips of my fingers brushed against a trace of downy hair at the top of her slit, and I could tell that she still didn't have much there. I hadn't been sure how much hair I would find, if any, considering that her breasts had just started growing. For some reason, the thought of her nearly bald pussy got me especially excited. Did that make me some kind of pedophile? Perhaps. But at the moment, I didn't care.
Chelsea seemed perfectly content to let me touch her in whatever way I wanted, so ironically, it was me that called things off. I was just about to slip my hands all the way down and finger her directly when I had a bit of a panic attack as it suddenly hit me that I was molesting my young daughter, and for just an instant the thought of that made me a little ill. I withdrew my hands, to Chelsea's displeasure. But she accepted that it was the end of the massage and sat up.
"That was fun, Daddycums," she said with her cutest smile, and the moment of hesitation immediately passed. Now I regretted ending it so soon, but figured there was no harm done. I would have to pick up where we left off later, but considering how enthusiastic she had been, I figured that wouldn't be a problem.
She surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me again, and any doubts that might have still lingered in the back of my mind vanished completely. I would carry ont my plan to the inevitable conclusion. We still had all weekend after all, and I had already made huge strides in the right direction. I could probably just take Chelsea right then and there, and she would be more than happy to go along with it. But I still preferred to take things slow. Sex was just a part of my goal; more than that I wanted her to want it. This wouldn't be just a one-night stand; I wouldn't consider my job done until she decided that she wanted a permanent sexual relationship with me. I would give her plenty of time to think about what was happening, to understand it all and come to that conclusion on her own.
That didn't mean, of course, that we couldn't enjoy ourselves in the mean time. Just the opposite, in fact. I was loving every minute we spent together, especially in our state of undress.
Glancing at the clock, I realized that it was already past her bedtime. I pointed that out, then we both agreed that that meant it was a perfect time to watch a movie. Carrie had always been strict on the kinds of movies she let the girls watch; no PG-13 until they were 13 years old, and no R until 18. Of course, we were well aware that their friends' parents were less strict and our daughters probably saw plenty of off-limits movies at their friends' houses, but we just maintained an unofficial Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell policy. Of course, since Chelsea and I were breaking the rules this weekend, I told her to go pick out a movie that she wasn't normally allowed to watch.
While she made her selection, I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. That was another one of Carrie's rules: no eating after 8:00 pm. That was probably due to the fact that she always got heartburn if she ate anything before bed. But since I didn't have the same problem, and presumably Chelsea didn't either, there was no harm in breaking this rule just this once.
After the popcorn was finished, I dumped it into a large bowl and brought it out to the living room, where I saw that Chelsea had picked out an action movie with plenty of violence and sexual content.
"Are you sure you want to watch that one?" I asked her.
"You said I could pick any movie I wanted."
"Yes, but there are some scary scenes in that movie."
"Then I guess I'll just have to cuddle up to you for protection, Daddycums," she grinned.
I laughed. "I should let you watch scary movies more often," I told her, then sat down on the couch. Chelsea immediately sat down on my lap. When she leaned back against my chest and I felt the warmth of her bare back, I couldn't help smiling. That sensation was just way too nice.
With one hand I grabbed some popcorn to munch on, and with the other, I reached around Chelsea and began rubbing her stomach. She surprised me by grabbing my hand and lifting it to her breast, doing it so nonchalantly that it shocked me. That didn't mean I was about to pass up the opportunity, so I played with her tits as we watched the movie.
After about ten minutes of this, I thought of a dirty yet particularly appealing idea. I reached into the bowl of popcorn again and coated my hand with butter. I rubbed it into my other hand until they were both nice and greasy, then grabbed Chelsea's tits in both hand and fondled them.
The extra lubrication made all the difference, and she gasped at the slippery, oily pleasure. That was all the encouragement I needed, so I continued groping her as we watched the movie.
Unfortunately, the involuntary reactions of her body to the pleasure had an effect on my body as well. As I played with her boobs, she squirmed around on my lap. Under normal circumstances, I could stand a little squirming, but the naughty excitement of what we were doing turned this into a much more erotic experience, causing me to swell inside my pants. The confinement in my pants and under her cute little bottom was uncomfortable and occasionally painful; a couple of times I had to move around to shift her position on top of it. I'm pretty sure she was aware of exactly what she was doing to me, but she didn't mention anything. In fact, I think once she realized the effect she was having, she deliberately squirmed around even more just to tease me.
I longed to pull out my cock right there; it needed release. But I refrained, for the moment at least. Maybe she was having fun teasing me, but if I whipped it out right there it might scare her off. I would get to that point eventually anyway; no point in rushing things and spoiling my plan. For now, I just suffered in silence.
During the violent and scary parts of the movie, I held her extra tight, and in one part she even turned around and buried her face in my chest. I wasn't sure whether her fear was real or if she was just putting on an act, but it really didn't matter. Feeling her half naked body against my own was good enough for me.
There were also a couple of love scenes in the movie, and I made sure to fondle her tits more vigorously during these scenes, hopefully heightening her arousal with the double stimulation of sight and touch. I tried to match the movements of my hands on her breasts to the motions of the characters on screen, in a sense creating the illusion of putting her right into the scene itself. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. But I like to think that she enjoyed herself especially well during those scenes.
Eventually the movie ended, to both our disappointment. She seemed like she would have been willing to continue our sex play, but truthfully, my arms were getting a little tired. Besides, I had already made my plans to seduce her, and most of the good stuff would have to wait until tomorrow. I didn't want to deviate from the plan and improvise, because I didn't think I would be able to be that creative in the moment.
"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed," I told Chelsea. She hopped up off my lap (which gave my cock a little relief at least) and stood in front of me. She yawned and stretched, and I could have sworn she did it in a purposely seductive manner, because the sight of her stretched out like that baring her naked chest to me gave me once again the nearly overwhelming temptation to grab her and have my way with her right there. Then she flashed me her cutest little smile again, and grabbed my hand to pull me up.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, Daddycums?" she asked.
Considering I was just about to make that very same suggestion, I wasn't going to refuse that request. In answer, I bent down and scooped her into my arms to carry her down the hall to my room. Once there, I deposited her on my bed, where she apparently had no hesitation removing her jeans. She still wore a pair of white cotton panties, but that single article of clothing now remained the only barrier between her and total nudity. I slipped out of my slacks as well, so that I now wore only my boxer shorts. The tent in my shorts was obvious, and she stared at it for a second before blushing and glancing back up at my face. I shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin, then climbed into bed.
I'd like to say that we made love all night, but that would be a lie. I didn't try anything at all that night, content just to lie there as she snuggled up to me, laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her tiny little frame, and together we drifted off to pleasant dreams. I think we both knew what tomorrow would bring.
No Modesty
I was no stranger to waking up to the sight of Chelsea in my bed. She might be twelve, but she had never quite grown out of the stage where she climbed into bed with Mom and Dad whenever she had a nightmare. I didn't mind, of course. It meant I got to cuddle with two of my four favorite girls in the whole world.
I wasn't, however, used to waking up to the sight of a nearly naked Chelsea lying in my bed with the covers down to her waist and her bare breasts delightfully exposed to my eyes.
I lay there watching her sleep, hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and the way it emphasized the flawless skin of her tiny little tits. Still groggy and clearly not thinking straight, I unconsciously reached and and began to massage those tits with my hand.
The contact awoke her, and before I had the chance to pull my hand away, her eyes opened. She turned her head to face me, and smiled. "That feels nice, Daddy," she said.
With such an invitation, I wasn't about to stop any time soon, so I continued to fondle her as she cooed and sighed from the sensation. She closed her eyes but kept that smile on her face as I toyed with her, both of us enjoying this contact immensely.
After what must have been at least half an hour, I finally withdrew my hands. We would have more than enough time to play with each other today, and I was eager to get started. I sat up and slipped my feet over the side of the bed. Before I could stand, however, Chelsea immediately threw her arms around my neck and pressed her chest into my back. She leaned her head forward and kissed me on the cheek.
"I love you, Daddy," she said.
"I love you too, Chelsea."
She released me, then scooted over and sat down next to me, grabbing my nearest arm and wrapping it around her waist. I gave her a loving squeeze, holding her tightly against me.
"So what are we going to do first today, Daddy?" asked Chelsea with undisguised enthusiasm. I was actually a little surprised at that enthusiasm; I had thought I would have to coax her into this a little more, but apparently she was as eager as I was.
Or maybe not. Did she know what was going to happen, or was she just being affectionate? So far, Chelsea had shown not even the slightest sexual interest in me, at least not obvious interest. She had certainly enjoyed that massage last night, but that didn't mean it meant anything to her more than just the nice physical sensation of my hands on her.
If I was going to seduce her, I would have to take things to the next level.
"What we're going to do first, sweetie," I told her, "is take a shower."
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, and I knew exactly the question going through her mind right then. I waited for her to voice it, though.
"You mean... together?" she asked.
I grinned. "Of course. If we took our showers separate, we wouldn't be breaking a rule, would we?"
"But..." she mumbled. "But are we going to be..."
"Naked? Yes."
"Oh." She seemed surprisingly emotionless at that realization, but then, maybe it was because she was too emotionally confused to know how to react.
"Listen, sweetheart," I told her. "I know I keep having us do things that you've always been taught were wrong. So if anything I want you to do bothers you, just tell me, and I won't make you do it, all right?"
"So if... I mean..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"If you're uncomfortable getting naked with me, that's fine," I told her. "We can take showers in separate bathrooms if you want."
"Oh, it's not that," she hurriedly told me. "I want to take a shower with you."
I grinned. "I'm glad," I told her. "I love you so much, I just want to be a lot more open with each other, especially like this."
"Me too," she smiled. "It's just that I've never... um... seen..."
"A penis?" I asked.
She blushed in embarrassment, then nodded.
"Well then, I think we just need to get you used to seeing it," I told her. "Won't that be fun?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
We both climbed out of bed, then for a moment we just stood there facing each other, as if wondering what the next step should be. Or more likely, we knew what the next step should be and were just too hesitant to take it.
I considered offering to let her pull my shorts down, but I thought that would be too much too soon. So instead, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband. I saw her staring between my legs in eager anticipation. Then she glanced up at my face and blushed again.
"No need to be embarrassed," I assured her. "This is a new experience for you. You can look at it all you want. If you want to spend all day staring at it, you go right ahead."
She giggled, then returned her eyes to my shorts.
With a quick motion, I slipped them down, then stepped out of them. Chelsea literally gasped as my member came into view, partially hard and therefore quite a bit bigger than it would be if fully flaccid. For the longest time she stared at it, as if she couldn't tear her eyes away. I knew that look; both my other daughters often got it on their faces, which always resulted in me taking them into the bedroom and giving them a good fucking.
"Do you like it?" I asked her.
Still staring, Chelsea nodded.
"All right, your turn," I told her.
Finally she lifted her eyes, meeting my gaze again. Then she glanced down at her own panties. She hesitated only a second, then slipped them down her legs.
I nearly gasped myself upon seeing her beautiful little pussy. I was completely unprepared for the pure lust that Chelsea's nearly hairless pussy fueled in me. Perhaps it was the whole forbidden nature of seeing the most intimate part of a young girl's body, or perhaps I really did have some pedophilic tendencies. Or perhaps there was no reason for it at all; all I knew was that it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
"Do you like it?" Chelsea asked in a teasing tone reminiscent of my own just a moment before.
"I love it," I told her. "I love every part of you, Chelsea."
She giggled again. I reached out one of my hands, which she took in her own, then I led her into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and heated the water to the way she liked it, then we stepped in and closed the curtain. We stood under the water for a minute, letting the warmth of it relax us.
I took the soap in my hands, then had Chelsea turn away from me so that I could wash her back. She sighed as I ran my hands over her skin. Just like last night, I loved the feelig of her skin beneath my fingers, this time with the added slickness of the water and soap. I ran my hands all over her tinly litle frame, from the top of her shoulders all the way down her back. I was even so bold as to go lower, fondling her cheeks for a minute. She giggled again as I touched her there, which I took as acceptance of what I was doing to her.
The sight and feel of her was having an effect upon my own body. My cock began to swell, this time without any pants to hinder it. Under any other circumstances I might be embarrassed, but this was a special case. In fact, I wanted her to see it like that.
"All done," I announced, reluctantly removing my hands from her body but anxious to see her reaction when she saw what she was doing to me.
When she turned around, her eyes immediately went to my now rock-hard cock. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it in that state, and I didn't try to hide it. I wasn't a giant down there like some of the men in the stories I had read online, but to her eyes it must have looked huge. This one's all for you, Chelsea, I thought.
"Daddy," she breathed. "It's all... um..."
"It's happy," I told her.
"Happy?"
"Honey, a man's penis gets like this..."
"When he wants to have sex," she finished for me. "I know. You don't have to give me the 'birds and the bees' talk."
I chuckled. "Sorry. Sometimes I forget just how much you're growing up." Although not today, I mentally added.
"So does that mean...?" she began, but couldn't finish the question.
I decided to give her a little half-truth so as not to embarrass her, though if I was right in what she really wanted to ask, the answer would be an unequivocal yes.
"It's just excited, that's all," I told her. "Men really don't have any control over it. It happens when they see something that excites them, like a beautiful girl without her clothes on."
"Like me?"
"Exactly. If it didn't get like this when I see you naked, that would mean I don't think you're pretty. But you can see that I do."
She giggled again, but continued to stare at it. I stood there proudly displaying myself for her, loving the way her eyes lit up at the sight of my nude body before her. Maybe I had an exhibitionist streak to go along with my pedophilic one.
Now was the time to be bold.
"I have an idea," I told her. "Would you like to wash it?"
Her eyes opened even wider as she stared up at me. But I could see that same enthusiasm clearly written on her face that had been there when they first woke up.
"Really?" she asked. "You mean I can touch it?"
"Tell you what. I already said you could look at it all you want today. You can also touch it all you want."
"All I want?"
"If we're going to grow closer together like I'm hoping, we need to know each other from head to toe. I'd really love for you to get to know every inch of my body. And I want to know every inch of yours too."
"Does that mean you want to touch me all day too?"
"Only if it's okay with you. I told you I wouldn't do anything you feel uncomfortable with."
"Okay," she smiled.
"Good. Now put some soap on your hands and start washing me."
She lathered up her hands, then reached down tentatively and touched her hand to my cock. I immediately grabbed her hand and closed her fingers around the shaft.
For such an inexperienced girl, she certainly learned fast. With just a little coaching from me, I soon had her soapy hands jerking me off nicely. She seemed to enjoy the feel of it, although it couldn't be anywhere near as much as I enjoyed it. She smiled at the moans of pleasure escaping my lips, apparently thrilled that she was able to cause me this much pleasure.
I had never felt such tiny hands on my cock, especially my youngest daughter's, and the thought of just how wrong this was just made it feel that much more right. Here I was, a grown man, standing in the shower with my twelve-year-old daughter masturbating me. It was such a perverse thought that I could barely contain my excitement.
Part of me wanted to have her continue this to the inevitable conclusion. I would love to feel the excitement of her getting me off with her hands. And maybe if I were her age or not much older, I would have let her do it. However, I wasn't as young as I used to be, and there were far too many things I still wanted to do with her. If I let her push me over the edge now, I might not be able to perform later.
Grudgingly, I had her remove her hands. She gave a disappointed whine, but I was firm (in more ways than one!) and insisted that we should finish our shower so that we could go on to some other fun games.
We finished washing, then I turned off the shower and we stepped out into the bathroom, reaching for a couple of towels. We dried each other, which was really just an excuse for some "incidental" contact that just happened to always be on the most intimate parts of each other's bodies. As long as Chelsea was still smiling, I planned to take full advantage of the opportunity.
After our showers, we headed out to the kitchen to eat breakfast. On such a special occasion, I normally would have fried up some bacon and eggs, but I was too happy parading around naked in front of my daughter to put any clothes on, and I figured frying bacon in bare skin was just asking for trouble. So we had toast and jam with hot chocolate on the side.
Chelsea suggested we break another rule by eating off the same plate. I wasn't sure if that really qualified as a rule or not, but at least it was something unusual, so I agreed. To my utter delight and astonishment, as soon as I set the plate down on the table and sat in the nearest chair, she hopped up onto my lap.
The obvious question is where this left my cock, and although I would like to say that it ended up inside of her, she positioned herself so that it poked up between her legs. I had yet to deflate this morning, still remembering the feel of her hands in the shower.
She kept her legs closed, although if her goal was modesty she failed miserably. It had the effect of squeezing my cock between her thighs, in fact nestled right up against the lips of her immature little pussy. I figured she did it on purpose; I couldn't imagine that she didn't know what she was doing. But there was still that unspoken rule between us that we never quite came out and admitted it.
After we finished our breakfast, she asked if I would give her another massage, which actually fit right into my plans, so I agreed with no hesitation. She grabbed my hand and led me eagerly out to the front room, where she lay down on her stomach on the floor. I knelt beside her.
"I've got a great idea," I said. "I'm going to give you a massage without using my hands."
"Huh? How can you do a massage without your hands?"
"Like this," I told her, then leaned down and kissed the back of her head.
"Huh?" she asked, still not comprehending what I was doing. So I kissed her again, this time a little lower. Then a third time, on the neck.
"A kissing massage?" she asked, finally understanding.
"Exactly!" I exclaimed, then planted a kiss between her shoulder blades.
"Okay!" she agreed enthusiastically.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I lowered my head again and kissed her all over her back, starting at the top of her shoulders and workimg my way slowly downward, making sure not to miss a single spot. The feel of her soft, youthful skin against my lips was heavenly. I also loved her scent, the aroma of her hair that had not quite finished drying after the shower, mixed with the final lingering traces of the soap we had used to wash each other, and the natural scent of her body. I had never really noticed it before, but with my face so close to her bare skin, the fragrance was intoxicating.
It was so feminine, so delicious, that I had to taste her. With each kiss, I let my tongue gently touch her skin, but only for a moment. I wasn't sure if she could tell what I was doing, and in truth it didn't really matter. She probably wouldn't have asked me to stop anyway. But the thought of getting away with something secret like that added a touch of adventure to my exploration of her body, the excitement of a secret thrill.
I spent a long time on the small of her back, running my lips all over the little indentation of her spine just above her hips. She had a very pleasing shape, a hint of the curves that were just beginning to develop. Some day she would be a beautiful and shapely woman, especially if she took after her mother at all. Until recently I had insisted that she was still a child, but now I was convinced that that was no longer true. She was not quite a woman yet, but in that delightful stage of transition where she could adopt either role, sometimes both at once. She could be both my little girl and a womanly lover at the same time.
When I reached the bottom of her back, I planted a kiss on each of her cheeks, and she broke out into laughter again. I laughed with her, sitting up momentarily before moving my head in close to hers.
"Now turn over," I whispered in her ear. Chelsea's face lit up in a smile of delight.
"Are you going to kiss me on my front too?" she asked.
"Absolutely," I told her.
She hurriedly rolled over onto her back, gazing up at me with adoration and eagerness.
"So let's see..." I smiled, letting my eyes run all over her body. "Where should I start?"
"Start at the top, like you did to my back," she suggested.
"That, young lady, is an excellent idea," I said, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. I moved slightly lower and repeated the kiss, then drifted to the side to kiss her cheeks. I let my lips run all over her face, enjoying the closeness and softness of her skin and her gorgeous little smile.
When I could stand it no longer, I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her with an unfatherly passion. She surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck and holding me there. When I tried to draw back, she squeezed me tighter and kept right on kissing me, not giving me a chance to get away. She giggled against my lips, loving this little game she was playing with me.
I tried to get away several times, but she kept holding onto me to prevent my escape. She had me in one of her infamous crocodile hugs, this time with a crocodile kiss as well. Finally, I pried her arms from around my neck and pinned them to the ground. Laughing, she struggled against me. Then I lowered my head and planted a kiss just below her neck, and she immediately stopped struggling. I continued to kiss her all over her neck and shoulders as I released her hands, and instead of using the opportunity to escape or even to pounce on me, she simply spread her arms as if in invitation.
I took that invitation, and began moving lower, leaving her neck behind and concentrating on her upper chest. I moved a little to the side, letting her know exactly where I was headed. Mainly I wanted to give her the chance to call it off if she was unsure about continuing, but also I wanted to give her time to let the anticipation build in her.
"Daddy," she said, "are you going to...?"
"Going to what?"
"Kiss my...?"
"Your boobies?" I grinned, and she gave an embarrassed giggle, but nodded.
"You bet I am!" I told her with a smile. "Your boobies look so yummy, I've just got to have a taste." To emphasize my point, I lowered my head and gave one of her nipples a lick.
"Oh my god, Daddy!" Chelsea exclaimed.
I glanced up at her face, but from her smile it was obvious her exclamation had been out of pleasure.
"Mmm..." I teased. "Strawberry flavor."
"It is not!" she insisted.
"Really? I could have sworn... Maybe I'd better have another taste." I lowered my head again, this time sucking the nipple into my mouth and letting my tongue run all over it. Chelsea groaned and arched her back. I smiled at her reaction; it meant I was doing it right.
I suckled on her nipple for just a few seconds, then released it. "Yep. Strawberry," I commented.
"So then what flavor's the other one?" she asked.
I was delighted. Not only did she accept what I was doing with her, she was actually encouraging it. If I had any doubts before about what I was doing to my daughter, they were completely gone now. I leaned over her body, enjoying the warmth of it so close to my face. When I reached her other breast, I immediately set to work licking and sucking on the nipple, causing Chelsea's body to squirm in arousal.
I could hear her breathing growing heavier, and even the occasional whimper as I stimulated her with my lips and tongue. I wondered if she had ever felt anything like this before. I had never known her to spend any prolonged periods of time with a boy, so I had no doubt that she was still a virgin. She had gone on several sleepovers with her girlfriends though. I had two daughters who were bisexual, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Chelsea was too. The image in my head of her getting naked and playing with her girlfriends like this intensified my arousal. That thought was almost too much for me. I had to take a breather, so I released her nipple and drew back, eliciting a groan of disappointment from my daughter.
"Banana," I commented. "Strawberry and banana. A perfect combination."
"You're just making that up!" Chelsea laughed. "You're really strange, Daddycums."
"Maybe so, but if it lets me suck on strawberry and banana flavored boobies, then I love being strange."
I lowered my head again, and she giggled as I continued running my lips and tongue all over her breasts. After several minutes of this playful stimulation, I left her breasts to move lower. I could tell from her little whimper that she wasn't pleased that I had moved on, but I knew she would love what was coming up even more.
I kissed her all over her torso, starting with the firm flesh over her ribs then moving down to the much softer skin of her stomach. I kept my eye on my ultimate goal, eager to get there but taking it teasingly slow for Chelsea's sake.
She had the cutest little flat stomach, so young and tender and wonderfully kissable. It quivered a little as I kissed it; she was a little ticklish there, but I liked to think that it was also due to anticipation fueling her arousal. This theory was supported by the fact that her body's agitation increased as I passed her navel and approached that most exquisite place on her young body.
I paused for a moment, glancing up at my daughter's face with a playful grin on my face. "I think I know exactly what flavor this is going to be," I said. "Cherry."
I lowered my head and kissed her again, just an inch above the top of her slit. A tremor ran through Chelsea's body, and she spread her legs even wider in anticipation. "Oh god daddy oh god daddy," she whimpered.
I moved down just a centimeter and kissed her again. I wanted to draw this out as long as possible; my daughter deserved her first orgasm to be the most wonderful and intense experience of her life so far, and the longer she waited for it, the more powerful it would be.
Another centimeter lower, and my lips were just on the verge of her beautiful young slit. I couldn't help myself, but extended my tongue and brushed it ever so gently against the very top of the crevice. Chelsea's body bucked again as another tremor wracked her. She had her eyes closed and a look almost like pain on her face, except for the open-mouthed smile on her lips. That expression was familiar to me; I had seen it on my wife and both of my daughters when making love to them. The sight of it on such a young girl, though, was somehow more intensely erotic.
The brief sensation on my tongue left me wanting more. I lowered my head again and let my tongue run over her outer lips. She whimpered with the pleasure, and her body shivered. The wispy hair around her pussy was so soft, almost feathery, and so sparse that it almost felt like it wasn't there at all. I focused on that crevice right in the middle, tasting the moisture that was starting to seep out. It was like nectar to me, a delicious ambrosia that spurred me ever onward.
I felt the tiny ridge at the top of her slit and traced it downward with my tongue until I found the little bud at the end. Chelsea let out a cute little high pitched moan as I approached it, and a tremor ran through her body when I found it. She unconsciously spread her legs wide, opening herself to me. I took full advantage, letting my tongue wander all over the newly exposed regions.
More tremors wracked her body as I licked her all over, sometimes tracing the swelling of her outer lips, sometimes thrusting my tongue inside her as deep as I could, and sometimes teasing her clit until she moaned with desire. She seemed to especially enjoy this last action especially, judging by the motions of her body and the sounds from her lips, so I spent most of my time there.
As I tongued her between the legs, she reached up with her hands and began massaging her breasts. By this point she had lost conscious control over her body and was acting entirely on instinct. Whether she had learned to do this to herself already I didn't know, but I liked to think that I was the one providing her first lessons in sexual stimulation.
I wanted to take her all the way, to bring her over the top so that she would forever remember that it was her daddy who first gave her the ultimate in pleasure. So I quickened my ministrations on her pussy, flicking my tongue against her pussy over and over and over again, faster and faster. I was so intoxicated by desire and lust that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I could tell by her sounds and motions that she was almost there, and I refused to rest until she reached that point.
"Daddy!" she cried out. "What's... what's... happening... to... meeeeeeee!" This last word turned into a wail of pleasure, and as her body tensed up I knew that I had done it. I had given Chelsea, my little girl, what was likely the very first orgasm of her life.
I continued to attack her pussy with my lips and tongue as she squirmed almost violently in her climax. Then, almost instantly, her body gave out and her muscles relaxed. She continued to pant though, even as the pleasure waned and she came down from that erotic high.
"Daddy..." she breathed. "Daddy... Daddy..."
I crawled up and lay down beside her, reaching out and stroking her hip. She immediately rolled over and threw her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. I was shocked and even a little alarmed to feel moisture on her cheeks.
I held my little girl for the longest time, running my hands up and down her back as I hugged her. I could neither hear nor feel her sobbing, so I wasn't sure where those tears came from, or even what she was feeling right now.
Finally, after the longest time, she drew back. I kissed her on the forehead.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "Was that an orgasm, Daddy?" she asked.
"It sure looked like it," I explained. "I love you so much, I wanted to make you feel good."
"That was the best feeling in the whole world," said Chelsea. "It was a little scary, though."
"Scary?"
"'Cause it just kept feeling better and better, and I didn't know when it was going to stop. Even when it felt better than anything I had ever felt before, it kept going. I had heard of orgasms, but for a second there, I thought it was better than a person is supposed to feel, and I was going to die from it."
"I'm sorry," I told her, reaching up with one of my hands to stroke her cheek and still finding moisture there. "If I had known that it would frighten you--"
"It's okay," she said. "As soon as I remembered that you're my daddy and would never do anything to hurt me, then I knew it was going to be fine, and I let it happen."
I hugged her again, planting kisses all over her face. Yes, I did love her, perhaps more than a father ought to. But right now I didn't care what I ought to do; the only thing important to me was making my daughter happy.
"Is that why you were crying?" I asked her. "Because you were scared?"
Chelsea wiped her cheek with her fingers. "Actually, I didn't even know I was crying," she said, then smiled. "It must be because I love you so much, Daddy."
"I love you too, Chelsea."
We lay there for a while in each other's arms, our emotional closeness mirroring our physical closeness. This new relationship between us was changing us, but it was all for the better. My fatherly love for my daughter was not being replaced by sexual love; the two were simply merging into something greater than either. It was the same as it had been with Amber and Linda. Perhaps sex had initially been just a way to enjoy ourselves, but it had begun to reshape our love for each other, becoming more emotional rather than just physical. The same was happening between Chelsea and me now.
"Daddy?" she said after a few minutes. "Can we... can we keep our clothes off the rest of the day?"
"Of course we can!" I exclaimed happily, then in a mocking stern voice said, "There is to be no modesty in this house today, young lady!"
She laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
With her in such a good mood and particularly affectionate, I decided that now was the time to cross the next line. This would be a big one, impossible to mistake for anything but incest. In fact, I didn't even know if she would be willing to do it. But I had restrained myself until I was almost bursting, and I needed release. I had been lusting after my young daughter all day, with her tiny little barely developing body and her sweet innocent face, and now gazing at her beauty, I knew I just had to get my cock between those sweet lips of hers.
"Sweetheart," I said tenderly, "would you do Daddy a great big favor? Kind of a payment for making you feel so good?"
"Of course, Daddy!" she said with a loving smile.
"I want you to do to me what I did to you," I said.
She stared at me for a second, and I could tell she didn't quite understand.
"I mean, I want you to use your mouth on me."
"My mouth?" she asked, then she stared down at my hard cock. "Oh," she whispered.
She seemed hesitant, so I decided to call things off. If she wasn't ready, I wouldn't force her. "Never mind," I told her. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Well... maybe it's okay," she said. "Will it make you feel like it felt to me?"
"Yes it will."
"It... it doesn't taste bad, does it?"
"I don't really know. From what I've heard, some girls really like it."
"And what happens when you... you know."
"I'll warn you first. If you don't want to finish, you don't have to. But if you really want to make Daddy feel good, you'll keep going."
"You mean I should... um... swallow it?"
"Only if you want to."
She stared at my cock for a few seconds more, and I was worried that she might chicken out at the last minute.
"Okay," she said. "But you have to tell me what to do."
"Of course, sweetheart." We stood up, and I led her over to the couch, where I sat down and spread my legs. I had her kneel down in front of me, then lean forward, which put her face less than a foot from my cock. She stared at it in the same fascination that she had held since she had first seen it. To her it was something new and exciting, a new toy for her to play with. She couldn't even help herself, but reached out and took hold of it with one of her hands.
She glanced up at me as if asking for approval, and I nodded, so she began to stroke me like she had done in the shower.
"Now, honey, I want you to kiss it," I told her. She nodded, and without hesitation leaned down and planted a kiss on the head. Then she pulled back and giggled.
"Oh, that felt nice, sweety," I groaned. Seeing the reaction she got out of me, she kissed it again, eliciting another groan. I couldn't believe it; she was really enjoying this.
"Now lick it all over," I instructed. "Get it nice and wet." Chelsea stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head, then moved down the shaft. She didn't miss a single spot as she licked me, twirling her tongue around the base then slowly moving back up to the head, where she suddenly stopped. I glanced down at her and saw her staring at my cock.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Is that... you know...?" she asked. I saw where she was staring. A bead of pre-cum lay against the very tip.
"That happens when a man gets sexually excited," I told her. "When a man and woman have sex, both of them produce lubrication to make it easier. That's the man's version."
"Oh," she said, still staring at it.
"You should taste it," I told her. "See if you like the taste."
She glanced up at me for a moment, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, touching it to the fluid. I watched her to gauge her reaction; if she thought it was gross, I would back off and ask her to finish me off with her hand instead. She withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, pausing for a few seconds to think about the taste. Then she leaned in again and licked the whole droplet off, drawing it into her mouth for a better taste.
"So what do you think?" I asked her.
"It tastes kind of funny," she said.
"Bad?"
"No.... not really."
"Good, because if you keep going, I'll probably produce a lot more of that. If it bothers you..."
"I don't mind," she said with a smile, then continued licking.
God, this was so exciting! She wasn't as enthusiastic about it as Linda, but she seemed to have no qualms either. Chelsea seemed to enjoy doing this for me like she would enjoy rubbing my back or fixing me dinner or giving me a kiss. She knew it made me feel good, and it made her happy to be doing something so nice for her daddy.
"Chelsea," I breathed. "Now I want you to do something different. Put it in your mouth."
She didn't even hesitate, but wrapped her lips around it, gazing up at me expectangly, waiting for my next command.
"Now suck on it like it's a straw. Pretend it's a really thick milkshake and you're trying to get it up through the straw. And be careful with your teeth."
Instantly I was hit by a blast of pleasure. I could hardly believe this was her first time doing this. Perhaps she didn't have the same skill as her older sister, but she was doing everything right. The sensations were incredibly powerful, though part of that could have been that I had been horny since yesterday and was just now receiving the payoff from the long wait.
I suggested she move her head up and down, and with a little coaching, she soon got into a rhythm that had me groaning in exquisite agony. She was even doing something with her tongue that I had not told her; apparently she was learning what made me feel good and was happy to improvise. As she worked me over, she smiled around my cock and continued to gaze up at me with love and lust on her face, her beautiful doe eyes locked on mine as if to tell me that she was completely devoted to me, that her sole purpose in life was to make me happy.
The sight of that look of adoration on her face, the cute little dimples in her cheeks as she sucked, and the intense pleasure she was causing in me was too much to bear. After so many hours on that roller coaster of arousal, I knew I wouldn't last long once we hit this point. It was only a few minutes before I felt my impending orgasm.
"Sweetheart, I'm about to cum," I told her. "If you want to stop sucking before that happens, you can. Otherwise, it's all going to go in your mouth."
I hoped she would keep going, and to my excitement and joy, she did. She gave a slight nod to tell me she understood, but kept right on sucking me off. With that kind of approval, I had no need to hold back, so I gave in to the stimulation and let it happen. The pleasure spiked, and my hips involuntarily thrust forward. Fortunately, Chelsea was at the top of her arc and only the head of my cock was in her mouth, or I might have gone too deep and gagged her. She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock to restrain me, but did not stop her sucking.
An instant later, I erupted. Both pleasure and emotion peaked together, both overwhelming me at the same time. "Chelsea, I love you!" I cried out as I shot my seed into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly with a momentary look of disgust on her face, then relaxed and began swallowing. After the first couple of spurts she got it under control, and the smile even returned to her lips. I couldn't believe the expression on her face; she looked like she was enjoying her favorite meal! The thought that she liked what she was doing added fuel to my excitement, drawing out my climax extra long. I held steady at the peak for the longest time, then it finally began to taper off. The pleasure waned, but the emotions didn't. In that moment, I loved my daughter more than I ever had before.
When it was all over and she finally released my softening cock from her lips, she climbed up onto my lap and gave me a hug. I held her tightly against me, basking in the warmth and softness of her body and in the shared love between us. We sat like that for several minutes, in peaceful silence and blissful harmony.
Then she drew back, her hands on my shoulders and a smile of love on her face.
"Daddy, is what we did... um... sex?" she asked.
I smiled at my daughter. "Well, sort of," I told her. "I mean, it's a kind of sex. That was called oral sex. 'Oral' is anything to do with your mouth, so--"
"So oral sex is sex with your mouth," she grinned. "First I had sex with your mouth, then you had sex with my mouth," she laughed.
"Exactly."
"So what's real sex like?" she asked.
Could I ask for better timing than that? Or a more curious or enthusiastic daughter? Unfortunately, I was far too exhausted to perform at the moment, but at least I could clear away any doubt as to what would happen.
"I'll show you later," I told her.
Her eyes went wide. "You'll show me?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied with a smile, then leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I need to rest for a while, but this afternoon, I'll teach you everything you ever wanted to know. I'm going to have sex with you."
No Return
"So can we do it now?" asked Chelsea, and I could hardly believe my luck. She was just as excited about it as I was!
"Not just yet," I told her. "A man has to rest after cumming before he can do it again. We'll need to wait at least a couple of hours."
She sighed. "Fine," she said in a slightly disappointed tone.
If I thought that was going to be the last of her enthusiasm, I was mistaken. About every twenty minutes for the rest of the morning, Chelsea asked me if I was ready yet. I must have turned her down a dozen times or more. She didn't seem too disappointed about it, though. After about the third or fourth time I finally caught on that she was really doing it just to tease me.
We spent most of the time cuddling. I tried to keep things non-sexual; the last thing I needed was an erection while I was trying to rest from the amazing blowjob she had given me. But I really couldn't help myself, and ended up spending far too much time groping and kissing and licking her all over her body. Chelsea apparently had no need for much of a recharge time, and I ended up giving her two more orgasms before I was ready to finally consummate our developing sexual relationship.
Since I never really did quite cool down from the activities that morning, it took much longer for me to be ready again. Despite Chelsea's insistence, we didn't get around to it until after we had eaten lunch and even taken an early afternoon nap together. The sleep was just what I needed, so as soon as we both awoke, I announced that it was time. She squealed in excitement and threw her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips.
Since we were already in bed, I just rolled her over onto her back and kissed her all over her body like I had that morning. I knew she really enjoyed that, although this time I moved more quickly than I had before. She hadn't really cooled off from our activities either, and by the time I reached her pussy and started licking her there, she was already wet and loosening up. I slipped a finger inside to start preparing her, but only to her unbroken hymen. I didn't want to go too deep and risk breaking it until I could do it properly in a few minutes.
I soon had her moaning and grabbing the back of my head to push it down further into her crotch. In fact, I waited just a little too long, because it sounded like she was on the verge of another climax. So despite her hands gripping my hair tightly, I lifted my head. This time I started kissing up her body toward her face, which would put me in the right position to enter her. I was anxious to get on with that part, but her breasts were just too enticing for me not to spend at least some time on them, so I licked and kissed and sucked her nipples for probably longer than I really should have.
Eventually I left them and made my way back to Chelsea's beautiful young face, where I kissed her deeply and passionately on the lips. She kissed me back hungrily, and we made out for several minutes until I lifted my head one more time and gazed down into her lovely brown eyes.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" I asked her. She nodded.
I rolled over until I was positioned above her, my upper body propped up on my forearms beside her chest. She spread her legs wide and placed her hands on my shoulders, still gazing at me with both love and lust. For a moment we just held that gaze, sharing a special moment together. Then I reached down and positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole, rubbing it against her slit and getting used to it there. I pressed slowly downward, the head passing her lips and beginning to enter the hot, moist tunnel. When it reached the barrier, Chelsea tensed up for a second.
"Honey, this part may hurt a little," I told her. "But if you really want to do this, it's the only way. If you want me to stop, I will."
"No, I really want this, Daddy," she said.
"Then you need to relax. It will hurt worse if you're tense. I'll wait here until you're ready. When you want me to go on, just nod your head."
I felt the tension go out of her body. For the longest time I held there in anticipation, waiting for her to either give me the signal to go on, or to chicken out at the last second. Part of me wanted her to put an end to it; I still felt some reservations about this new lifestyle that I was getting myself into. All she had to do was tell me to get off her, and I would have an excuse not to continue down this perverse yet thrilling path. But the rest of me wanted this so much. Ever since my other daughters had seduced me, we had grown closer emotionally. If the depth of our love hadn't changed, then at least the breadth of it had. We now loved each other as more than just father and daughters. I almost felt sorry for all the other fathers who never got to experience the same thing with their own daughters, and I wanted that same relationship with my youngest girl.
Chelsea nodded. I smiled in acknowledgement, then pushed deeper into her. For a moment I was pressed up against her barrier, then suddenly I was through. Chelsea let out a breath, and her face lit up in a smile. "Was that it?" she asked.
"That was it," I told her.
"But that hardly hurt at all!" she exclaimed happily. "It was just like a pin prick. I thought it was supposed to hurt a lot more than that."
"It does for some girls. But I'm glad it didn't hurt so bad for you. Do you want me to continue?"
She nodded again.
I pressed down once more, sinking deeper inside her. Then I pulled back a little and pressed down again. I kept repeating the motion, going deeper with every thrust, until my cock was buried completely inside her. She was unbelievably tight, not surprising considering how small she was.
"Oh god, Daddy!" Chelsea breathed. "That feels so big and so nice!"
I had to agree. Now that I had broken through and she was used to feeling me inside her, I wasted no time. I began thrusting gently but deeply into my little daughter, giving her what we both wanted. It was such an exquisite feeling, I could hardly believe anyone could enjoy anything as much as I was enjoying sex with my daughter right now. But from the smile on her face and the moans escaping from her lips, I could tell that she enjoyed it just as much as I did.
It wasn't just the physical stimulation, though that was certainly pleasing. I also enjoyed the closeness and warmth of her body, the look on her face, even the smell of her sweat.
Then there was the shared love between us, a father and daughter who cared for each other so much that we wanted to make each other happy in ways that most other fathers and daughters couldn't even imagine. And I especially loved the fact that I was the first one to give her this kind of pleasure.
I also loved the idea of how naughty we were being. She was a little girl, so young that until a few days ago I had thought of her as a child. Not to mention the fact that we were family. Most of society would consider me a monster for what I was doing to her, but that just made it all the more thrilling, especially because I knew that in this case, society was wrong. Chelsea wanted this as much as I did.
Finally, I was excited at the knowledge that I was fulfilling my greatest fantasy. No more would I have to sneak around behind anyone's back. All my girls were now available to me, to love the way I wanted. Carrie, Amber, Linda, and now finally Chelsea, were all mine.
Although I really wanted to hold off my climax so that Chelsea and I could experience it together, I couldn't quite manage it. Wishful thinking, really. She had already had three orgasms today, and I had only had one. Plus, she was just so damn beautiful, it was no surprise that I couldn't hold back. No matter how much I tried to contain the rising pleasure in my loins, I knew right away that it was a losing battle.
Chelsea obviously didn't mind, though. In fact, her smile intensified when I erupted inside of her. "I feel it, Daddy!" she exclaimed. As before, my emotions spiked along with the physical sensations, and I fell in love with her all over again in that moment.
At least I didn't go immediately soft after my orgasm. I can't claim to be a superstud that can always keep it up afterward, but in this case I remained hard. Despite my exhaustion, I didn't want to end things without giving Chelsea the chance to experience the same thing, so after a rest of only a few seconds, I continued to thrust into her.
Fortunately, she was near the edge herself, and it only took about a minute more to push her over. I bathed her face in kisses as her body tensed up. It was a special moment for her, and I was proud and honored to be able to share it with her. She deserved only the best. And now my little girl was a woman.
We continued to fool around the rest of the day. We had to tone things down a little because, despite the fact that she had felt only a minimal amount of pain when I took her virginity, she needed a while to recuperate from it. And to tell the truth, I was pretty tired myself. Mostly we just spent the time cuddling naked together, although she did thank me with another blowjob just before bed that night.
Our fun proceeded the next morning when we took a bath together, relaxing in each other's arms as the warm water soothed us. I had mostly recovered by that time, but she still wasn't ready for full penetration, so we just spent all morning groping and fondling and kissing and licking each other until we brought each other to one final orgasm. We agreed to get dressed again just after lunch, because Carrie was planning to return some time that afternoon, and we weren't sure when.
She arrived home a couple of hours later with both Amber and Linda. She had arranged to pick them both up from their friends' houses on the way home, so they all arrived together. That suited me just fine; I could hardly wait to tell them all the good news.
Amber and Chelsea beat me to it. As soon as the girls stepped through the door, Amber strode directly over to Chelsea, who was sitting on my lap on the couch at the time.
"So, did he do it?" asked Amber.
"Yes he did," Chelsea replied. "And it felt sooooooo good!"
Linda held out her hand for a high-five, and Chelsea slapped it with her own.
"What are you talking about?" I asked them.
"Amber and I aren't the only ones who have fantasized about our Daddy," said Linda. "And Chelsea knew exactly what she was getting into when we left her alone with you."
"You mean--"
"Chelsea walked in on Linda and me about a month ago," Amber explained. "She asked what we were doing, and so we sat her down and explained it to her. All of it. Including our favorite fantasy. She admitted that she felt the same way about you as we did."
"What? She never mentioned that during our special vacation," said Carrie.
"That's because we told her to keep her feelings secret, before we realized that Dad was such a pervert. Then just before we left Chelsea and Dad alone, I confessed that Linda and I had already had sex with him, and if she did everything he asked, she would get to have sex with him too. She was very enthusiastic."
"So why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Because I thought it would so much more fun this way," Chelsea grinned.
I chuckled. "I fell for it again, didn't I? I must be dumb as a rock."
"Yes you are, but that's what I love most about you," said Carrie, giving me a hug. We both laughed.
"So now that we don't have to sneak around anymore, are you up for some fun with all of us?" asked Amber.
I glanced around at the eager faces of all my girls, and felt my cock stirring in my pants. "How can I say no to an invitation like that?" I asked.
The girls were so enthusiastic that before I realized what was happening, they had dragged me into the master bedroom, where we started stripping off our clothes.
I had just pulled off my shirt when I happened to glance over at Chelsea, surprised to see a look of hesitation on her face. That worried me, and I had a sudden suspicion. Perhaps she was jealous of her big sisters, maybe even of her mother. I had called her my "special girl" after all, so she might be feeling a little possessive.
As it turned out, it really wasn't that serious.
"What's wrong, Chelsea?" I asked her.
"Well, I'm still kind of sore... you know... down there," she explained.
"I'll bet," said Carrie. "Your father's rather well-endowed. For a girl your size, he must have felt enormous, especially for your first time. Give it a couple of days to heal, though. You'll be right back in the action in no time."
"But we can't leave her out of all the fun," Amber insisted. "This should be a whole family activity."
I was touched by her concern for her baby sister. That had always been Amber's way, of course. She loved her family, and felt very protective toward both her younger sisters. Naturally she would be concerned about making sure nobody felt left out.
Linda walked over to Chelsea and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'll take care of you," she said. "I'm sure I can make it nice for you without going near that area."
"You?" asked Chelsea, her eyes going wide. "But... you're... a girl!"
Amber snickered, and Carrie shot her a disapproving glare. "So I take it you didn't tell her about that part?" she asked.
"I guess we sort of left that part out," Amber explained.
Carrie sighed. "Chelsea, look. I wish Ie to explain this properly, but... well... some girls like other girls in the same way they like boys."
"Duh," said Chelsea, rolling her eyes. "I know that, Mom. I'm not stupid."
"Okay, fair enough," her mother replied with a chuckle. "Amber, Linda, and I are all that way. We love each other the way we love your father."
"Oh," said Chelsea in an emotionless tone. I wasn't sure whether that was because she didn't really understand, or if it didn't matter to her one way or the other."
"No one's going to make you do anything you don't want," I added. "Just because your mother and sisters are that way doesn't mean you have to be. If it makes you uncomfortable..."
"Well, I guess if it's with Linda, I don't mind so much."
"Does that go for me too?" asked Amber.
"I guess so," said Chelsea. "But... well..."
"But what?"
"But you're four whole years older than me!"
The rest of us broke out laughing at that. Leave it to a twelve-year-old girl to make four years seem like an enormous gulf between them.
"You realize that I'm more than twenty years older than you," I remarked.
"Yeah, but that's different because you're my daddy."
The logic of a preteen girl. Priceless.
"Tell you what," offered Amber. "You go ahead and let Linda teach you about how girls make love. She's very good at that. I'll bet by the time she's done, you'll be so addicted that you'll have no problem with doing it with a girl who's four years older."
"Or twenty years older," added Carrie with a smirk.
Chelsea stared at her in shock. "You too, Mom?" she asked.
"Amber and Linda don't seem to have a problem with it. Wouldn't you like Mommy to make you feel really good?"
"Okay, that's enough," I said. "Let's not overwhelm the poor girl. Chelsea, like I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want. If you want Linda to take care of you today, that's fine. We'll start with that, then you can decide how much further you want to go."
Chelsea nodded. That was a habit she had, and probably didn't even know about. I had noticed it several times when we had been alone; the nod was an acknowledgment that she wanted to do something but was perhaps just a little shy, as if she didn't want to come right out and say it.
We all finished undressing, then Linda took Chelsea's hand and led her over to one of the chairs, where she sat down and had Chelsea sit in her lap. Linda pulled her little sister in tight and wrapped her arms around her stomach in a loving hug. Chelsea smiled, obviously enjoying this new kind of cuddling with her sister just like she had enjoyed it with her father. When Linda kissed her on the neck, Chelsea even gave a satisfied hum.
Carrie, Amber and I climbed onto the bed. Amber took charge, pushing Carrie down on her back, who wore a surprised expression on her face. I chuckled; I must have looked the same way when I had discovered myself tied up a couple of weeks ago. Amber took after her mother; when she wanted something, she had a way of getting it. My wife glanced at me and I just shrugged with a grin on my face, as if to tell her that she might as well relax and enjoy it.
A moment later, Amber had her face buried in her mother's pussy, shocking Carrie even more. I glanced over at Chelsea to see if that sight bothered her, but she seemed merely amused, probably at the look on her mother's face. Or perhaps I mistook that expression on Chelsea's. Maybe she was just too aroused to be bothered by the sight in front of her. Linda had both her hands on her little sister's tits, rubbing them firmly and squeezing the nipples between her fingers.
That was a good idea, I decided. As Amber ate out her mother, I reached out and fondled one of Carrie's tits. The look of shock on her face had been replaced by a smile of pleasure. I responded to that smile by planting a kiss on it. Carrie grabbed me and held me there against her lips in a manner reminiscent of Chelsea's "crocodile kiss" that she had recently invented.
With the dual stimulation of Amber on her pussy and me working her mouth and lips, it wasn't long before Carrie's body was wracked by a massive orgasm. Linda and Chelsea stopped their playing long enough to glance over at their mother crying out in a loud, long wail as her climax overcame her.
"My turn," said Amber. "After you've had a minute to rest, of course," she said, grinning at her mother, who lay there panting in exhaustion. While Carrie recuperated from her orgasm, Amber crawled up the bed, pushed me down on my back, and climbed on top of me. As she hugged me tightly, she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into mine. We kissed like that for the longest time, until Carrie announced that she was ready.
Amber immediately rolled off of me and onto her back, spreading her legs. "Mom, Dad, I want you both to lick me," she said.
"Yes sir," I said, then gave her a teasing salute.
Carrie scooted down until she was in position to fulfill her daughter's request. I watched for a few seconds as she licked Amber between the legs. It was actually kind of amusing, ironic really, that she refused to give me a blowjob but had no problem eating pussy. I didn't mind, especially now that I had three other girls willing to do it for me, including one who was basically addicted to it.
A movement across the room caught my eye, and I looked over at the girls sitting in the chair. Chelsea had climbed off her big sister's lap so that she could turn around and sit down facing her. As I watched, Linda reached behind Chelsea to support her, then lowered her head to Chelsea's chest. Unfortunately I couldn't see what was going on, but I had a pretty good idea.
I lowered my head and joined Carrie in the delicious feast. We worked together to orally stimulate our daughter, giving her a double dose of pleasure from both of her parents. Carrie ran her tongue up and down one side of the slit, while I did the same on the other side. Then we moved things around a little, and while Carrie teased her clit, I drove my tongue right inside Amber's pussy.
There was barely enough room for both our faces, and we did overlap a little. Admittedly, that was partly on purpose. I went out of my way to make contact both with Amber's body and my wife's tongue at the same time. I just loved the feel of both on my own tongue, especially together.
"I want to try that," I heard Chelsea say, though I was too absorbed in the excitement of tonguing my daughter to pay much attention.
"I thought you were still sore down there," said Linda.
"No, I mean, I want to try licking a girl like that," Chelsea answered.
"You can do me if you want," Linda exclaimed, a touch of eagerness in her voice.
"Okay."
That conversation was just way too interesting, so I lifted my head again and watched as Chelsea climbed off of Linda's lap and kneeled down in front of her. Linda scooted her hips forward in the chair and spread her legs wide to give her little sister plenty of room to work. Chelsea moved her head in to Linda's crotch, and from the sudden look of pleasure on Linda's face, I knew that Chelsea had started.
"Oooh!" Linda squealed. "That feels great! A little higher. Yes. Right there. Oh yeah!"
It looked like Chelsea's reluctance had disappeared entirely; she seemed to have no problem with all this girl-girl stuff that she had hesitated about before, although I wasn't sure whether she would stick with just Linda or if she would be willing to do it with a girl "a whole four years older."
Since there wasn't much to see with Chelsea's head blocking the way, I returned my attention to my oldest daughter. She was moaning in intense excitement now, her body writhing around on the bed from the stimulation of her mother's tongue. Carrie apparently was doing something right, despite her limited experience. As far as I knew, this was only the second time she had ever done this.
I had a lot more experience, of course, which I applied now. Between Carrie and me, soon we had Amber shrieking in ecstasy as her body exploded into orgasm.
Across the room, I could hear Linda's moans rising, and I knew she was fast approaching that same stage. I would have liked to see that, but Amber had not yet come down from her climax, and I wanted to keep pleasuring her all the way through. So Carrie and I both continued until Amber's wails dropped off and her body collapsed in exhaustion.
Only then did I lift my head and watch as Chelsea brought her big sister to a similar orgasm. Linda squealed in excitement as Chelsea tongued her, and although I couldn't see what was going on between her legs, at least I was treated to the sight of Linda's beautiful face screwed up into an expression of intense and overwhelming pleasure.
After it was all over, she slumped back in her chair, and Chelsea stood up, turning and grinning at us as she licked her lips. Yes, it was clear that she was every bit as bisexual as her big sisters.
"Okay, you've all had your chances to get off," I said. "Now it's my turn. Who wants to help me?"
Linda immediately hopped up off the chair, jumped on the bed, and dove for my cock, wrapping her lips around it and sucking hard.
"No fair!" Chelsea whined. "I want some too!" She grabbed her sister and yanked her off me. Both girls fell onto the floor, and we all had a good laugh.
"I have a great idea," said Carrie. She climbed out of bed, then took my hands and pulled me up. Slipping around behind me, she pressed her chest against my back, then reached around and grabbed my cock with one of her hands.
"Girls, come kneel down in front of your father," she told our daughters. They happily obeyed, dropping to their knees and grinning up at me.
Carrie began stroking me. The three girls in front of me all leaned in and ran their tongues simultaneously up and down my cock. I groaned in excitement and pleasure. This was the most amazing feeling in the world, having my wife jerk me off while all three of my daughters licked me. One hand and three tongues on the most sensitive part of my body, all at the same time.
Linda insisted that she get a chance to suck me, and I was too far gone to argue with her. Amber and Chelsea wanted their own share of me, of course, so we compromised by giving each girl one minute with my cock in her mouth. Carrie continued to pump me with her hand as the girls took turns sucking me off, until I was ready to climax.
All three of them leaned in and opened their mouths in preparation for my orgasm. When it hit, my legs nearly gave out; it was fortunate that Carrie was right behind me to keep me from collapsing. My cum shot out into the open mouths, and Carrie took care to move the aim around a little so that each girl got plenty. Linda, who was in the middle, got an extra dose, of course. Amber and Linda weren't quite happy with that arrangement, so they jockeyed for position until I was completely spent. Then the girls licked each other's faces and tongues to make sure they got every last drop.
Chelsea maneuvered me over to the bed, where she released me and let me fall down onto it. I sighed, tired and relaxed and happier than I had ever been in my life.
"I love you all," I breathed.
All four of my girls climbed onto the bed and lay down with me.
"And we love you too, Daddycums," said Carrie.
Now that we had crossed the point of no return, we gave up all of our inhibitions and let ourselves enjoy our new relationship as a family. Sex with all four of my girls is wonderful; I enjoy private time with each, as well as orgy time with the whole family. Chelsea has decided that she enjoys fooling around with girls after all, but only if she already has an emotional connection with them. Her favorite female partner is Linda, but she likes getting together with Amber too, despite Amber being "four whole years older." Even Carrie has made love to her several times. Carrie is currently working on a plan to get her sister Molly involved with us, but I don't know if I could handle any more girls in my harem. Since Linda had already announced online that Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2 are the daughters of Daddycums, we have fun describing our escapades in the forums and chatrooms. The people there have no idea that we're not just role-playing, which my daughters think is absolutely hilarious. We even let Chelsea join in as Iwuvmydaddy3, although on the condition that she only be allowed to visit those sites with one of her parents or older sisters present. Not all rules are meant to be broken, after all.
Amber and Linda have stopped sending naughty photos and videos of themselves to their friends, although I decided as a compromise that they didn't have to stop making them. We have a secret family photo album on their computer, now hidden behind a strong password. And they're still collecting more from their friends. The difference is that they don't try to hide it. In fact, they love showing them off to me, because they know it gets me horny.
I spend a lot of one-on-one time with my girls, of course. We've even worked out an arrangement so that no one has to feel left out. Each of my daughters gets me to herself one night a week. Saturday is reserved for family activities, which usually turns out to be some form of orgy, although with four girls to satisfy I'm sometimes not up to it. Carrie gets to claim me for herself on the other nights. She's pretty patient and knows I can't go seven days a week without a break, but she insists we do it at least once a week. She claims that's plenty for her, especially since on the nights I spend with one of my daughters she often visits the other two.
Over time I've noticed differences in the sexual appetites of my girls. They each enjoy different ways of making love, and I enjoy satisfying them the way they want.
Carrie confessed to me that she never wanted to role-play before because most of her fantasies involve incest in one form or another. But we've passed that hurdle, and now she wants to explore all of her fantasies, and mine as well. Now that the dam has burst, it's like she wants to make up for lost time, so we almost always include role-playing in our lovemaking.
Chelsea is still my baby girl, so I'm extra gentle with her. When it's her time alone with Daddy, I try to make it tender and sweet. I think that to her, sex is just another form of cuddling. It's a way of coming together physically in order to bring us closer emotionally. It's so relaxing that on more than one occasion, she drifted off to sleep in my arms before we ever got to the actual sex, and I just ended up holding her all night, more as a father than as a lover.
Linda still hasn't grown out of her fondness for oral sex. She loves both giving and receiving, and more often than not we end up doing both at the same time. I've had far more orgasms in her mouth than in her pussy, and it doesn't look like the balance will be restored any time soon.
Amber is the adventurous one, of course, always looking for new ways to spice things up. Sometimes we'll engage in a little light bondage. Sometimes we'll play with food. Sometimes we'll wrestle, or spank, or tickle each other mercilessly. With her, foreplay is playful and energetic, often involving creative games and new ways to stimulate one another. Half the time we never get around to actual sex because we end up having plenty of orgasms just from the erotic games.
Speaking of games, she was the one who invented our family's new favorite. One night she had us all gather in her room, where she turned on the computer and browsed to one of the websites where I've uploaded my stories. We chose one of them, then the girls took turns acting it out with me while one of the others read it aloud. They timed it so that each girl got five minutes each, then the next would pick up where she left off. It was an instant success, and has become our favorite family pastime.
Each of the girls has their favorite stories, of course. Carrie likes brother-sister stories, probably due to her fond memories of fooling around with Molly and Seth as youngsters. Amber likes ones with more than two partners, so we have to modify the game a little to accomodate a third (or sometimes fourth or fifth) whenever she chooses the story. Not surprisingly, Linda is always on the lookout for stories involving oral sex. Chelsea loves ones where the woman is older; she finds it hilarious to pretend to be an experienced woman while her daddy plays the part of a young and often virginal boy. I even sometimes take my turn as the narrator while my wife and daughters act out lesbian scenes.
One night after one of these story sessions as my four lovers lay in my arms, Linda suddenly said, "I have a great idea, Daddycums!"
"I like the sound of that," I grinned.
"I think you should write a true story for once. Tell about our adventures, and upload it to our favorite websites."
"What? I'd have the cops knocking on the door five minutes after I uploaded it."
"Not if you claim it's fictional," Amber pointed out.
"Oh, you're in favor of this too?" I asked.
She nodded enthusiastically, and both Carrie and Chelsea agreed.
"So I should tell what happened to us, but use different characters so that nobody suspects?" I asked. The idea had a lot of potential, I must admit. As long as I never hinted that it was autobiographical, I really couldn't see any reason not to do it.
"I think you should name the main character Daddycums," suggested Chelsea.
"I'm not going to do that!" I exclaimed. "Everyone will know it's true!"
"No, they'll just think it's role-playing," Amber replied. "You've always told us that there are no real people on the Internet, only characters. Everyone pretends to be somebody else."
"Well, yes, that's true, but..."
"And even if they do believe, in the places where you upload your stories, half the people there have already confessed to having incestuous relationships. If you were in any danger, they would all have been arrested a long time ago."
"Amber has a point," added Carrie. "Nobody will ever track Daddycums back to you. So why not?"
I glanced from face to enthusiastic face. Chelsea even puckered her lips and batted her eyelashes at me, and we all broke down laughing.
"Okay, fine. I'll write the story," I said. "But if anyone online asks, I'll deny it ever happened."
The girls all cried out with glee, then tackled me in affectionate hugs.
So that's how I ended up in an incestuous relationship with all three of my daughters, and why I wrote this story. It's all a lie, of course, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it fiction. I never slept with my daughters. In fact, I don't have three daughters. I'm not even married. Every word in this story comes straight out of my imagination, not from anything I experienced personally.
The question is, do you believe me?
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