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 Title: Resistance is Futile


Summary: My stepdaughter's love overcame my scruples.


Keywords: inc,fic



   I have been with my wife Adele, for about four years.  We were high
school sweethearts but for one reason or another drifted apart before we
became serious.  Many years and a couple of failed marriages later, we
found each other again and this time settled into a committed, loving
relationship.  Adele is an amazing woman, displaying talent as an artist,
musician, housewife and mother.  And lover.  Her skill in the bedroom has
certainly never left me disappointed and she seems to be perpetually horny.
I only have to kiss her hard and she moans, often grabbing my hand to
thrust it down into her panties, where she is already slick with lust.  I
have never known a woman with a wetter pussy.  Definitely not complaining
though!

   My two daughters, Meaghan and Sophie, have grown up and flown the coop,
as have Adele's two eldest, Amelie and Bethany.  Her youngest, Emily, still
lives at home.  Adele and I plan to marry but my work commitments keep me
away for much of the time and we've decided to wait until we can be
together full-time before we tie the knot.  I have a house but Amelie and
her husband Sean are living in it.  I stay at Adele's place whenever I come
home.

   Emily's father left when she was barely walking, and has never bothered
to show much affection to her.  As a result, she hasn't really had a father
figure and grew up shy and uncertain of herself around boys.  Aware of
this, I've taken pains to show Emily plenty of affection, taking interest
in her schooling, sporting and social life.  As we've gotten to know each
other more intimately during the past years, we've bonded as closely as any
father and daughter.  Emily cries when I have to go away for work and I
must admit it's as big a wrench leaving her, as it is her beautiful mother.
She has lately started calling me dad, or daddy if she wants something. 
She knows I can't resist her when she calls me daddy.

   Where Adele is slim and petit, topping the scale at five feet three,
Emily has grown into a vision of tall athleticism.  At eighteen years she's
a keen netball player and at nearly six feet, tops the team, making her the
natural choice for Goal Defence or Goal Shooter.  Her waist-length auburn
tresses cascade down over her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous
heart-shaped face.  Emily's legs seem to rise from her slender ankles
forever.  Muscular calves and strong thighs culminate in a firm but round
butt.  She has alabaster skin and unlike many teens obsessed with tanning,
takes care to stay out of the sun so she doesn't burn and freckle.  Even as
her father figure, I'm not able to overlook her sheer feminine allure. 
During the past year, I'd found myself wondering more than once just how
those firm, high c-cups would feel in my palms...

   We're a very cuddly family, prone to spontaneous hugs and kisses.  Even
at eighteen, Emily often comes into our bedroom of a morning and clambers
in between us for a few minutes before starting the day.  Adele and I sleep
naked but Emily is usually wearing a nightie, pyjamas or track pants and
tee shirt.  She doesn't get into bed but nestles on top of the bedclothes
in the valley between Adele and me.

   Adele has raised her girls to be very open about sexuality and their
bodies, so I'm accustomed to hearing discussions about the care and
maintenance of vaginas, choosing bra sizes, shaving and waxing of pubic
hair and so on.  I knew Emily was on the pill because of one of these
conversations in the recent past.  Lately I've been keeping a keen ear
tuned when the subject matter turns to Emily's body because she's just so
damned sexy.  Initially I'd struggled with my conscience over what I
perceived as immoral thoughts regarding this gorgeous young lady, but I had
finally reconciled myself to the fact that if they never left my head there
would be no harm done.  She was past the age of consent and I knew I would
never act on them so I figured a little fantasising couldn't hurt, right?
On several occasions I'd come across her worn panties while sorting through
washing and had put them to my face, inhaling her aroma before running my
tongue down the crotch, tasting her tangy goodness.  "You sick fuck," I
internalised, but again, justified it to myself as not hurting anyone.

   A couple of months ago the subject of penises had come up at school;
their function, anatomy and care and maintenance.  Emily asked Adele one
night when we were all sitting down watching a movie after dinner what they
were like.  She said she'd read about them in sex-ed at school but that the
curriculum was very clinical and not very descriptive.  Adele ran her
through the basic anatomy lesson and then surprised me by saying, "Steve,
show her yours." We all knew she was joking, but I nearly choked and Emily
grimaced in mock disgust and cried, "Eeeew!  No!" But I thought I glimpsed
an undercurrent of something more, as well.  Was that curiosity?  My cock
thumped to life as I pictured myself walking over to Emily and pulling my
trousers down, waving my semi tumescent manhood in her face as she sat on
the couch.

   Later that night, as Adele's lips slid slowly up and down my engorged
cock, my thoughts returned to that scene in my mind, and it was Emily's
mouth into which I erupted, pumping my hot gouts of semen into her greedily
slurping lips as I moaned in bliss.  When I lay, spent, my heart pounding,
Adele slid up to kiss me, tasting faintly of my orgasm.  "Well that was
quick," she said, lips quirking.  "Anyone would think you were horny for
some reason."

   Several days passed, and all three of us were watching television after
dinner on a Friday night.  Adele was nestled into the crook of my arm and
Emily was laying in her accustomed spot along the other leg of the large
L-shaped couch.  During an ad-break, Emily got up from the couch and with
the boundless energy of the young, ran out to the kitchen to get a drink. I
took no notice but Adele laughed and said, "Why aren't you wearing a bra?"
Emily came back in with her drink, grinning, and replied, "How did you
know?"

   "When you have to grab your breasts as you run it's a dead giveaway."

   Emily laughed again and came over to straddle Adele's legs, facing her
mum.  Sitting on Adele's knees, she started talking about her big sister,
Amelie's dog.  "You should have seen Gaijin today.  He was wearing that new
collar I got him and...  Will you stop staring at my breasts?"

   "They're bouncing around in front of my nose, Emily," Adele laughed. 
"They're impossible not to look at."

   I too had been surreptitiously eying off Emily's chest as it bobbed and
swayed around, inches from my face, wondering just what kind of nipples
topped those fabulous chest puppies.  She harrumphed and threw herself back
over on to her previous spot, eyes twinkling as her gaze met mine.

   "Pervert!"

   I wasn't sure whether she was referring to me or her mother.

   ******

   The following morning, Emily came into our room as usual but because of
the warming weather, was dressed only in a large tank top which fell
loosely down to the tops of her thighs.  As she wriggled into her customary
position I strained for a glimpse of her breasts through its arm holes. 
Although I gained several gratifying views of the sloping tops, I was
disappointed to miss out on her nipples.  A few minutes later, as she
climbed over her mother to get out, I was treated to a heavenly view of her
gorgeous arse.  She was wearing tiny, silky black French knickers which had
ridden right up her buttocks and clung tightly to her mound, which
undulated delightfully as her thighs moved back and forth.  My erection
roared into being started clamouring for attention.  I glanced guiltily
over at Adele to see if I'd been caught out, but she seemed blithely
unaware of the situation and was adjusting her pillow.  As the bedroom door
slid closed behind Emily, I was already reaching for Adele...

   *****

   Later that morning I was sitting on the couch enjoying my second coffee
for the day.  Adele had gone off to see a friend for lunch and some retail
therapy and wouldn't be home for several hours.  Emily swept into the room
and bee-lined straight over to where I was sitting.  She was in tight jeans
and was again wearing a loose fitting tee.  Watching her cross the room
from the corner of my eye, I decided that she was again sans-bra.  This
time it was my legs she straddled, my knees that felt the weight of that
tight little arse, my face directly in front of those swaying, bobbing
delights.  And my penis woke, stretching languidly in the cage of my
boxers.

   "Steve, are you still going to take me for a driving lesson this
weekend?" She batted her lashes engagingly at me.  Emily was still on her L
plates and needed to rack up the requisite hours in her log book prior to
gaining her P plates.  It was a struggle for her as Adele was a nervous
driving instructor and wasn't at all keen.  Emily took advantage of the
times I was home to cram as much driving in as she could.

   "Ooh I don't know about that," I teased.  "Mum reckons you're a bit
crazy behind the wheel."

   "Noooo!" She pouted.  "Come on daddy.  You know you want to." She
bounced as she said this and so help me God, wild horses couldn't have torn
my gaze from her jiggling tits.

   "Now you're staring at my boobs," she pretended outrage, her sweet
little cupids bow mouth compressed into a thin line.

   "Well, Em, like mum said, it's pretty hard not to when you put them
right in front of me.  And, well, I am a man, after all, and only human."

   Her eyes crinkled.

   "Oooh, you dirty old man," she crooned.  She straightened up, arms
crossed over her head, thrusting her chest out so that her top pulled tight
across her chest.  Her nipples had hardened, making little pea-sized bumps
in the thin material.  "Do you like them?"

   I was speechless.

   "I, er, well, er..." I stammered, my cock escalating to Red Alert. 
"Jesus, Emily."

   She lowered her arms and wriggled her hips from side to side, setting
her breasts swaying inside the cotton.

   "Say you'll take me for a drive and I'll stop."

   Stopping was the very last thing on earth I wanted her to do at that
moment in time.  My cock was thundering in my pants.  If Emily looked down,
she'd see exactly what she was doing to me.  I resisted the temptation to
look down myself, knowing that Emily's eyes would follow mine down.  It
felt like I had the Great Pyramid of Giza in my lap.

   "Puhleeease!" Now she was bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling and
punching against her top.

   "Ok, ok.  I'll take you for a drive."

   "YE-EEW!" she shrieked.  She hugged my head and thrust it into her
cleavage, wrapping her arms around it like a long lost teddy bear. 
"Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou-thankyou."

   To this day I could not honestly tell you how I refrained from
motorboating her right then and there.  I felt a little lightheaded from
the amount of blood that must have migrated south from my brain to fuel the
lust-crazed monster in my pants.  Emily's breasts were warm.  And firm. 
Oh. So.  Firm.

   As she sat back again her nipples seemed to have hardened further,
sticking out like little cherries, although it was hard to be sure as the
material was loose against them now.

   "You never answered my question," she smiled.

   "What question?" I was befuddled.

   "Do you like them?"

   "Honey, I'm your dad.  I love all of you." I prevaricated.

   "Not my real dad.  Answer me as a man," she insisted.

   I could see there was no escape.  "Emily, from what I can see, your tits
are A-number-one perfect.  Delightful!  But I have to say that I'm so
conflicted about looking at them because I do really think of you as my
daughter."

   "Correct answer!" she smiled down at me, then swayed forward and kissed
me on the mouth.  Firmly, but not sensually.  She leaned back and as she
stood, grasped the hem of her top and pulled it up under her chin.  My eyes
followed her hands as they revealed her navel, set into a firmly toned
stomach, with just a hint of feminine abs.  Narrow waist widening up to her
ribcage, breathtaking.  And up.

   Emily's breasts were as milky white as the rest of her, if not more so.
They sat high, with beautiful curves rounding the bottoms.  There was a
little brown mole underneath the right one.  More than a handful, but only
just.  Her areole, no larger than my thumb tip, were well defined, crinkled
and tight, the colour of a pink rose set in the winter garden of her snowy
mounds.  Her little nipples jutted toward the ceiling like pencil erasers.
Astonishing in their naive, innocent beauty.

   I don't know how long we were frozen in that tableau.  It is, and will
be indelibly branded into my brain until the day I die.  It seemed like
hours but must surely have been only a few seconds.  Somehow I dragged my
gaze up to Emily's eyes, which burned with some inner passion.

   "Your mouth's open," she giggled, and dropping her hem again, turned and
sauntered toward the passage door leading to her room, her heart shaped
derriere oscillating smoothly with each step.  "Tomorrow after lunch sounds
like a plan, ok?"

   I lurched to my feet and stood, bewildered.  My crotch throbbed
maniacally and at last I staggered towards the other end of the house and
the bedroom I share with Adele.  Walking through to the en-suite bathroom I
freed my engorged manhood from my trousers and looked down at it.  Five
strokes later I was blasting cum into the shower stall, shuddering and
moaning as the image of Emily's breasts floated in space before me.

   *****

   The next day was Sunday, and the last I'd be spending home for several
weeks.  I resolved to put all lecherous thoughts of Emily out of my head
and spend the day as normally as possible with my gorgeous ladies.  Some
hope.

   As usual, Emily flounced into our bedroom at around eight o'clock and
burrowed in between her mother and me.  She was again wearing the tank top
from the day before and unable to resist, I vied for a peek at what I now
knew to be the sweetest pair of breasts I had ever seen.  Emily chattered
away about the day ahead.  I rolled on to my side, resting my head on my
hand so I could see her and Adele properly.  As I did so the coverlet
pulled against Emily, unsettling her.  She shifted slightly to adjust and
as she did so her top pulled across, exposing one gorgeous, perky breast to
my gaze through the large arm hole of the top.  I looked up quickly to see
if she or Adele had noticed, but they were clearly oblivious and so I
returned my hungry eyes to the luscious morsel before me.  It was no more
than a foot from my face and could see the individual pores of her
porcelain skin.  I could also see the texture of her tiny nipple, so soft
and round now - no sign of the crinkling that had been evident the day
before, the centre barely raised.  I could practically hear my cock
growing.

   "Oh, and Steve's going to take me for a drive today, aren't you!" I
heard, and looked up into Emily's liquid green gaze.  She looked down and
noticed her exposed breast, then back at me, making no effort to cover
herself.  I nearly drowned in the pools of her eyes.

   "I, ahh, yeah, that's right," I managed to get out, colouring at have
been caught out.

   "Better you than me," Adele laughed.

   "Hey, I'm not that bad," Emily laughed too, setting the little nipple
quivering.  I couldn't tear my eyes off it.  It was slowly contracting,
perhaps as a result of Emily's awareness of my gaze.  The areola darkened
as it shrunk down again to the diameter of my thumb, its little nubbin
growing steadily toward me.  As it reached what I considered to be full
extension I could see that the very tip had gone white, perhaps as the
blood was forced away from the tissue by its very contraction.  I was
mesmerised by its heart-aching beauty.  My penis was also aching, stiff and
throbbing against the bedclothes.

   "You're such a good daddy to me," she gushed and rolled over to give me
a one armed hug.  As she did so I clearly felt her nipple drag down my
chest, coming to rest close to mine.  Her left arm was trapped between us
and the back of her hand was forced against my rampant member.  This time
her kiss wasn't quite as chaste.  I felt her little tongue flicker across
my lips and just caught myself before I opened my mouth in return.

   "Anyway, I'm off for a shower.  Too nice a day to laze about in bed."

   I watched carefully as she extricated herself from me and got up on to
all fours.  Sure enough, I could see straight down her top and watched as
both breasts hung straight down, swaying with her movements.  As she spun
around to her right to climb across Adele my engorged cock, which was now
running the entire ship, directed my gaze to Emily's backside, in the hopes
of a replay of the previous day's view.

   Emily's choice of knickers that day was a tiny white thong and as she
swung about I knew this was no accident, that I was being invited to watch
as she stretched like a cat across her mother's body, arse presented to me,
knees apart.  The thin strip of the thong bisected the tiny pink rosebud of
her anus before disappearing completely between the soft naked lips of her
vagina.  I could see a hint of deeper pink where her inner labia were
briefly revealed before the material of the thong widened and emerged from
between her lips.  If Emily had any pubic hair at all, it could only be the
tiniest of landing strips on her Mons Pubis.  I could see between her
thighs to her dangling nipples which seemed to mock me now, saying: "You
thought you were horny before, eh?"

   She rocked backwards and I was treated to the sight of her lips parting
a little further with a tiny "plick" sound, revealing her pink, glistening
interior.  Somehow I resisted thrusting my tongue, my finger, my cock, my
face...  Fuck, anything into that beckoning eighteen year old wetness.  I
fancied I could smell her, a faint musky aroma but that could have been
wishful thinking.

   And then it was gone.  With an energetic spring, Emily vaulted her legs
to the right, all the way to the floor at the foot of the bed.  "Don't
forget our drive this afternoon, daddy," she called as she ran lightly from
the room.

   She had barely cleared the door when I grabbed Adele, dragging her to
the centre of the bed.  I flung back the covers and growled as quietly as I
could, "I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it."

   "Come on then, lover.  Shove that hard cock into my tight little pussy."


   I moved over her, between her legs.  True to form, Adele's pussy was
dripping wet.  I grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifting then pushing
them up to expose her to my painfully tight erection.  Normally I'm a
gentle starter, building up the pace and force of our lovemaking depending
on the mood.  Not today!  With one thrust I entered Adele all the way,
grinding our pubic bones together hard.  Adele's liquid heat engulfed me
and I lost all sense of self as I pounded into her again and again.

   "Fuck, oh fuck yes, yes, yes," Adele moaned, so loud I thought that
Emily must hear from the other end of the house.  "Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh
fuck me," she panted.  When the mood moves her she likes it rough, so I
grabbed a handful of her long, thick, blonde hair and pulled.  Hard.  "Oh
Fuck Jesus Fuck Fuck Fuck I'm gunna cum."

   "Yeah you fucking dirty bitch.  You cum hard on my cock," I told her,
releasing her hair and grabbing her around the throat.  I squeezed just
hard enough to make it hard for her to breath, knowing that she likes this
too.  God knows why.  I've tried it and didn't like it one bit.  By now I
was riding the wave myself, punctuating my words with thrusts deep into
Adele's spasming cunt.  "You!  Cum!  On!  My!  Cock!"

   And with that we both let go.  A white tide engulfed me, blocking out
everything except that moment, my entire nervous system focussed down to
the sensation of pouring my soul deep into my beautiful Adele's pussy. 
Somewhere in the distance I could here Adele wailing and feel her bucking
and writhing beneath me.  I collapsed on top of her, twitching and moaning
in ecstasy.  We kissed passionately, enjoying the post coital fugue as we
came back to ourselves.

   "Jesus, babe, what's gotten into you lately," Adele asked when we had
our breath back.

   "I dunno," I answered, knowing exactly what had gotten into me.

   "Well, whatever it is, I like it.  Keep it up, big boy.  And I do, mean,
UP." As she enunciated the "up" she grabbed my slowly deflating member,
still slick with our combined juices, and squeezed.  I yelped and shot
backwards, to her delight.  She slowly raised her hand to her mouth and
looking into my eyes, began licking the stickiness off her fingers.

   "You are one smoking hot dirty bitch, Adele.  And I love you.

   *****

   Any hopes I'd harboured about looking at Emily through paternal eyes
were dashed for good.  After lunch, she hung around and made a general pest
of herself until Adele hunted us out of the house.

   "For God's sake, take Emily out for her drive.  She's driving me batty,"
she said.

   "Alright kiddo, grab the keys," I told Em.

   "About time," she opined as she headed for the key rack near the door to
the garage.  She grabbed the keys to her mother's station wagon and picked
up her log book from the coffee table.

   "So what's it going to be today," I asked her.  "Parking, reversing or
what?"

   "Let me check my log book," she replied.  She leafed through to the
current page.  "Parallel parking.  Boring!"

   "Probably, but you need to know it anyway." I said.

   "I know what," Emily brightened.

   "What," I asked.

   "Why don't we go out to that skidpan you reckoned you were king of as a
kid and show me how to control skids?"

   "Ha!  Good luck with that," Adele put in.  "You'll need to be
controlling the skid marks in your jocks."

   "Everyone's a comedian," I grumbled, but it sounded like a bit of fun.
Even though I'd never see forty again I'd never really grown up.  And
besides, controlling a skid is a necessary part of knowing how to drive
safely.  "Alright, good plan, chicky.  Let's go."

   "Don't get the car too filthy,' Adele called as we left the kitchen.

   Emily affixed the magnetic L plates to the front and rear of the car,
buckled herself into the driver's seat and ran through her pre-start
checklist, adjusting her mirrors and seat, then started the engine.  I made
sure everything was good then directed her to open the garage door with the
remote.  Once the door slid up out of the way Emily carefully reversed out
and a little way down the driveway.  She thumbed the remote again and the
door started on its descent.  We backed out onto the road.  Emily put the
transmission into drive and pulled out smoothly.

   "So, where's this skid pan thingy?"

   "Out towards Thornden, past the aqueduct," I told her.

   "That's miles away," she grumbled.

   "And you need practice driving, so where's the problem?"

   "I s'pose."

   We hit the highway and Emily pointed the car towards Thornden.  After a
few minutes she glanced over at me and said: "I saw you looking at my
breast this morning."

   "You showed them to me yesterday," I pointed out.  She chuckled at that
and said: "That was probably a bit naughty, wasn't it?"

   "You think?

   She didn't answer and we drove in an awkward silence for a bit.  At last
she said: "You're not mad at me, are you?"

   "No honey, I'm not mad.  I'm just a bit confused.  And wondering what it
is you think you're doing.  And while we're on the subject, what was that
display this morning?"

   "What display?"

   "You know what I'm talking about.  You practically shoved your bare butt
in my face."

   She blushed bright red.  "It wasn't bare.  I had knickers on."

   "Pfft!  Some knickers.  A little red string covering nothing at all.  I
could see what you had for dinner."

   She gave me a sly glance at that.  "It sounded like you and mum were
having fun after I left."

   I didn't know what to say to that.  I settled on, "You shouldn't be
listening."

   "I think the Ericsons up at number 15 were listening to you this
morning, dad." She giggled.  "You!  Cum!  On!  My!  Cock!"

   It was my turn to go scarlet.  "Oh Jesus, Emily, I'm sorry, hon.  You
shouldn't have had to hear that."

   "It's ok, dad, really.  I don't mind.  I think it's great that you and
mum have a good sex life.  I think mum is the luckiest woman on earth."

   I chewed this over for a minute.  "You mean you want to..."

   "Oh dad I 'm confused too." She sounded near tears.  "I don't have a
boyfriend, I've never been with a boy.  I watch the way you treat mum and
make her feel special.  She told me she never feels safer than when she's
in your arms and I guess I feel, I feel, well, jealous.  Maybe I'm just
acting out because I know you don't feel that way about me."

   I blew out my cheeks, perplexed.  "If only you knew," I muttered to
myself.

   "What?" Emily sniffed.

   "Nothing," I stalled.  "We're coming up to the turn, sweetheart.  Start
to slow down and indicate."

   Once we'd made the turn, I said, "It's about fifteen kilometres to the
skid pan, Em.  And..."

   "And what?"

   "You DO know you are driving the boys at school crazy, right?  You must
be the sexiest hottie at school." This was no lie.  Emily blushed again,
glancing at me to see if I was just buttering her up.

   "Well I don't even care about boys my age.  They're just dicks.  All
they care about is cars and bikes and stuff." I laughed out loud at this.

   "Have you looked at the boys toys I have in the shed?" This was no idle
boast.  A lifetime in mining had allowed me to collect more than my share
of cars, bikes, boats and associated tools.  Along with musical
instruments, medieval weaponry and firearms.  I reckoned I had as good a
collection of stuff as anyone in my acquaintance.

   "Yeah but you don't carry on about them like they mean more to you than
mum." I had learned this the hard way during multiple failed relationships
and was glad that Emily had noticed.

   "That's probably true.  I paused as something occurred to me.  "So when
did you start to feel this way?"

   "I think I've had a crush on you for ages," she conceded.  Whew, this
was getting heavy.  "But I never really thought about it consciously
until..."

   "Until..."

   "Do you remember a few months ago when mum said to show me your penis?"

   Did I?  Yes.

   "Uh, yeah, I remember, honey.  You seemed a bit grossed out."

   "Well I was.  I mean, I thought I was.  Until later that night when I
was lying in my bed.  I couldn't stop thinking about it."

   "My penis!"

   "The idea of seeing your penis.  I mean, I've seen pictures and stuff.
But never the real thing." I was glad to hear that, anyway.

   "So..." Hesitant, now.

   "Yes?" Fuck, was this going where I thought it was?

   "I was wondering..."

   "About?"

   "Would you?"

   "Would I what?"

   "Show me?" And there it was.

   "You want me to show you my penis?" The penis in question was
undoubtedly keen.  On hearing his name he was stirring, trying to convince
me this was a good idea.

   "Yes." And I thought the tears were close again.  This must have been
huge for her.

   Wordlessly I pointed to the approaching turnoff.  Emily nodded and
slowed, applying the blinkers.  We took the turn and bumped along a rutted
track into the plantation we'd been driving past for the last 10 minutes.

   "It's about another three kilometres, Em."

   "Okay."

   The track looked as if it hadn't been used in weeks, if not months. 
This had been a popular hangout in my heyday, but it looked as if it had
been shunned or forgotten by the youth of today.  Probably too busy growing
man-buns or chasing their iPhones around in Pokémon Go, I smiled.

   "Emily I...  Okay, so if this hypothetical penis demonstration was to
take place, where and when would it hypothetically happen?"

   "I think the skid pan would be a nice place, wouldn't it?"

   *****

   Bloody Hell!

   The car bumped through a low screen of bracken fern into a large,
naturally occurring clay pan around fifty metres in diameter.  Plantation
trees surrounded the clearing all around and I mused that they would be at
least one generation, maybe two, later than the ones that grew here when my
mates and I used to terrify the local wildlife in our old beaters.

   I told Emily to turn off the car and when she did, the silence was
terrifying.  I turned in the seat and said, "This was never about learning
to control skids, was it?"

   She glanced at me, then demurely down at her lap.  "No."

   I reached over and took her chin in my hand, turning her head to me. 
Her eyes flicked up.  She seemed so little all of a sudden.  So vulnerable.
A different creature entirely from the one who brazenly pushed her bottom
at me a lifetime ago.

   Her impossibly large eyes welled, then spilled tears down her cheeks. 
They ran down on to my hand where it gently cupped her chin.  They were
hot.

   "Daddy I'm just so afraid you will think less of me.  All I want is what
mummy has.  I want you.  All of you."

   "I thought this was just about seeing a penis."

   "So did I.  But now I want mo, mo, mooore..." This ended in a wail and
she was crying now, huge broken sobs that shook her whole body.

   I leaned over and put my arms around her as best I could, letting her
cry against me for a good few minutes until she calmed herself down. 
Finally she quieted and leaned away, pointing silently at the glove box.  I
opened it and handed her the box of tissues that all good travellers know
enough to keep in there.  Emily busied herself with cleaning her face and
when she was done, offered me a shaky smile.  I knew what I had to do.

   "Feeling better?" A nod.

   "Wanna go for a walk?" Another nod.

   "Okay, let me grab the picnic blanket." This was an item the car
salesman had thrown in with the station wagon.  It lived in a pocket in the
rear compartment and had proven surprisingly useful on more occasions than
you'd think.  It was a plaid weave backed with a plastic layer so you could
lay it on damp grass without worrying about moisture seeping through.  I
tucked it under my arm and went around to collect Emily from the driver's
seat.  She put her hand in mine.  "C'mon, kiddo."

   Being the middle of summer, the sun was quite high in the sky still, so
I guided us toward the western side of the clay pan where the shadows were
starting to elongate.  When we'd penetrated the gloom of the plantation, I
spread the blanket, gesturing for Emily to sit.  I sat opposite her. 
Cicadas thrilled the afternoon air.

   "You do know I love you, right?" A nod.

   "What if this gets weird, honey?  It could get very complicated."
Another nod, then: "I know dad, and that's the last thing I want.  To mess
up our family."

   This time the nod was mine.

   "Alright then Em, let's agree to this: At the first sign things look
like they're going to hurt our family, we stop, okay?" The nod came with a
smile.

   "Okay!  Then let's do this." Big smile.  "But I'm not just going to make
it easy for you and flop my dick out." Puzzlement.  "Do you want to see
just any old limp dick, blowing in the breeze?

   This time Emily laughed, her throaty chuckle making me smile, too.

   "Okay, so do you have any idea just what you recent performances have
done to me, what effect they've had on me?"

   "Well, I hoped they'd make you look at me as a woman, and make you a
little bit horny." Images of my rampant cock and urgent, violent
ejaculations during the past few days flashed through my head.

   "Well, you got that right."

   "I did?"

   "More than you could possibly know.  So.  Here's what we're going to
do." Em leaned forward, rapt.  "

   "We'll teach you about sex, from start to finish.  Okay?"

   "But we learned all that stuff at..."

   "No.  Not book learning.  Real sex in the real world.  Are you up for
that?"

   Smile, huge sigh and a glimmer of tears.  "Yes daddy."

   "And because you worked so hard setting this up, you brat, you're going
to get what you wanted.  To look at my penis.  So, let's undress each
other." I stood and pulled Emily to her feet.  "You first."

   "Oh, but why, dad?  You've already seen most of me."

   "Trust me.  It'll be better this way."

   I grasped the hem of her tee shirt and tugged it up.  Emily lifted her
arms to allow me to pull it over her head.  I thrilled at her body, still
clad in baggy track pants and bra.  My cock lurched, growing harder by the
second.  I pulled her close, running my hands down her sides, looking into
her amazing emerald eyes.  I slid my hands behind her back and gently
unhooked her bra, easing the straps off her shoulders and allowing the cups
to fall away from her youthful breasts.

   "Oh Emily, you are so beautiful!" She sought reassurance in my eyes.  I
nodded.  "So round.  So firm.  So white." It took all my will power not to
reach out and touch them.  Her tiny nipples were stiffening, emulating the
roaring giant in my pants.  I dropped to my knees, having to tear my eyes
away from her gorgeous tits, to address her footwear.  Emily placed her
hands on my shoulders as I lifted one foot, then the other, to free her
feet from the sandals she wore.  I looked up at her as I gently grasped the
drawstring of her track pants and slowly pulled, collapsing the bow she'd
tied there.  I placed my fingers inside the waistband and gently loosened
the string, then gently drew her pants down over her hips.

   Emily was wearing another pair of silk French knickers, a pastel floral
arrangement that contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin.  I pulled
her pants down past her knees and still balancing on my shoulders, she
stepped clear.  She stood in front of me, naked but for those sexy fucking
panties.

   "Are you ready?" Another pensive nod, one side of her beautiful lower
lip caught between her teeth.  I had never seen anything more beautiful in
my life.  I put my thumbs through the waistband of her knickers and slowly
pulled them down.  As I had guessed, Emily was clean shaved.  Her outer
labia were puffy, completely hiding her inner folds.  I slid the panties
down past her knees and again she stepped clear.  My princess was
completely nude.  I placed my hands on her hips and leaned forward, resting
my nose on her pubic mount and inhaled deeply.  There it was, that scent
I'd wondered earlier if I'd imagined.

   "Em, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." And she was.

   "Okay daddy, your turn now."

   "Not just yet, little girl."

   "Why, what's wrong?"

   "Nothing's wrong.  Trust me, Emily.  You do trust daddy, don't you?"

   "Yes!"

   "Okay.  I want you to sit down on the blanket." She did as I asked,
kneeling and sitting demurely with her legs to one side, knees bent.  I sat
opposite, facing her.  "Now, some questions." She looked at me, puzzled. 
"Do you masturbate?" Emily's lips parted in a tiny "O" of surprise, then
she blushed furiously.

   "I, er, well I..."

   "It's okay, hon, you can share with me.  Everyone does it.  It's
completely natural.  God knows, I do enough and I've got your hot-as mum,
helping keep my testosterone depleted."

   "I do sometimes."

   "That's my girl.  Now, I want you to do just as I say, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Good girl!  Now, I want you to lie back for me and relax.  Make
yourself comfortable.  Close your eyes.  Keep them closed, no matter what."
Emily did as I asked.  She lay on her back with her knees bent and feet
flat on the ground, slightly apart.  I could now see her puffy outer lips
clearly.

   "So when you masturbate, what makes you feel sexy?"

   She answered without hesitation.  "Thinking about you." Crikey!

   "Thinking about me what?"

   "Touching me." Well, that made two of us, I thought.

   "Okay.  How exactly would I touch you?"

   "You'd run your big hands all over me.  All over my legs, my stomach, my
back, my, my breasts."

   "Like this?" I placed my palms on her knees and gently ran them down her
calves to her feet, then back up to her knees.

   "Yes"

   Rising to me knees, I moved around beside her and ran my hands down the
tops of her thighs to her hips.  Emily gave a little shudder and breathed:
"Yes." My cock was thundering in my trousers, begging to be let loose.  I
slid my palms on to her flat tummy and around the outside of her breasts,
careful not to touch them just yet.  Emily's little nipples were tighter
than ever before, begging to be sucked.  My hands went up to her shoulders
and neck, caressed her cheeks, then made the journey back to her stomach.

   "How does that feel?"

   "Oh God, daddy, it feels amazing."

   "Are you feeling sexy?"

   "Yes!"

   "Horny?"

   "Yes!"

   "Okay, I want you to touch your breasts for me, slowly and gently. 
Imagine that it's me."

   She obediently brought her hands up and caressed her breasts, gently
kneading and rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

   "How does that feel, little girl?"

   "Oh daddy."

   "What would I do next?"

   "You'd want me to be naughty.  To...  touch myself."

   "Good.  I want you to open your knees and run your hands down to gently
stroke the insides of your thighs."

   I watched in amazed wonder as my sweet little stepdaughter slid her
hands down to her opening legs and began caressing her inner thighs.  As
her knees spread, her pussy lips parted as though unzipped, revealing the
delicious, neat little dual rows of inner labia, which for the moment,
clung together.  Her sweet little clitoral hood peeked forth, begging for
my tongue.  But I wasn't going there yet.  My enraged penis throbbed
wildly, beating at the doors of his prison.  I wasn't going to be able to
restrain him much longer.

   "How does that feel, Emily?"

   "Daddy I want to open my eyes."

   What the hell.  "Okay" Her great green lamps opened and sucked me down
into their irresistible vortex.

   I moved around her upraised knee so that I was kneeling between her
legs.

   "I'm going to tell you what I would do to you next."

   "Yes, oh yes, dad."

   "I'd kiss your beautiful lips.  I'd kiss them gently, running my tongue
slowly between them, tasting you for the first time.  Breathing in your
breath to savour you." Emily shuddered.  "Then I'd kiss your beautiful,
swan-like neck, starting under your ear, kissing my way down your throat to
your chest.  I'd go lower, gently circling your nipple with my tongue, but
not touching it.  I'd slide my tongue across your chest circling the other
nipple."

   "Aaaah, yes."

   "Now I'm softly and slowly flicking my tongue on your nipple.  I'm
closing my lips and gently biting it."

   "Yes.  Yes"

   I glanced down at her pussy.  Her inner lips had parted, and flushed
bright red, startling in contrast to her milky white skin.  A single line
of pearlescent fluid had escaped her vagina and was slowly making its way
down her perineum towards her sweet little anus.  Her mother's daughter.  I
looked her in the eye.

   "Show me how you touch yourself, Em.  Touch yourself for daddy."

   Emily's right hand slid from her thigh to the top of her pubic mound and
paused for a second.  Still watching me, she slowly slid her middle finger
down over her clitoris, all the way down to gather the moisture up and used
it to coat her inner lips.  Then she began a tiny circling motion over her
clitoris, her hips giving a tiny involuntary thrust with each cycle.  I was
on the point of orgasm, watching this sweet little girl finger herself,
knowing she was fantasising that it was my touch on her vagina.

   "Yes Emily.  Good girl." Her rhythm was speeding up, but I didn't want
her to cum just yet.  "Slow down, baby, we have a long way to go." She
visibly relaxed, finger covering her scarlet opening.

   "Now, slowly, put your finger inside." She did as she was told, slowly
singing her middle digit in to the first knuckle, all the time staring at
me with frightening intensity.

   "You're such a naughty girl, Emily.  Such a dirty, wet, naughty girl. 
Put it all the way in." Her finger slowly disappeared into her hot little
cunt, which forced another stream of juice out of her pussy and down over
her tight little arsehole.  Unable to help myself, I reached out and caught
it on my index finger, causing Emily to convulse as I touched her anus. 
Looking into her eyes, I raised my finger to my mouth, and slowly sucked
her juices from my finger.  Emily cried out and spasmed uncontrollably,
orgasming on the finger which was now buried tightly in her teen pussy,
staring at me hungrily the whole time.

   When she recovered, she was lying there on her back, legs wide open,
panting.  "Now it's my turn." I told her.  I reached my hands out and she
took them.  I pulled her slowly to her knees, then her feet.

   "Undress me." I ordered.  She took my tee shirt by the hem and slowly
pulled it over my head, throwing it to the side.  I had earlier discarded
my thongs and was wearing only jeans and boxers.  Emily unbuttoned my Levis
and drew them down past my knees, gasping as my boxer-restrained cock tried
to spring free.  I emulated her earlier strategy and balanced myself with
my hands on her shoulders as I freed first one, then both feet from my
jeans.

   "This is what you you've been waiting for little girl.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes daddy."

   "Alright.  Don't just drag the waistband down past it though.  Push it
up and bring the waistband down slowly from the top to bottom." She did as
asked, but oh so slowly.  She placed the palm of her hand against the
underside of my penis and held it vertically against my stomach.  Then she
delved her fingertips inside the elasticised waistband and pulled it up and
over my glans, then slowly down, stopping as my naked, circumcised head was
revealed.

   "Oh, daddy, you've been snipped," she gasped.

   "Yep, and I wouldn't have it any other way," I asserted.

   She pulled my boxers all the way down to my ankles, allowing me to step
clear.  My granite-like cock waved around in a generally northern
orientation, bobbing gently with my pulse.  Emily looked from it to me, and
back.  We were naked.  Together.

   "God, it's so...  big."

   I knew better, but wasn't going to spoil the moment.  Small side of
medium, at best, but it made me happy.  The girth was my point of pride.

   "You can touch it, baby." She tentatively reached out and grasped it by
the base.  Her long, pianist's fingers barely managed to close over it. 
She leaned forward and, much as I had earlier, inhaled, as if trying to fix
the scent.  I was glad I has showered her mother's juices away a couple of
hours ago.

   I was mesmerised.  I was standing naked in a secluded glade with my
gorgeous naked eighteen year old stepdaughter's hand wrapped around my
engorged cock, who's throbbing head was milliseconds away from erupting my
hot plasma over said nymph.

   "So this is your moment, Emily.  You wanted to see my penis and here it
is.  What's next?"

   She brought her other hand up and cupped my balls.  "Do you think it
would be alright if I, gave it a little kiss?" Considering that I had
virtually slurped her vaginal juices from her arsehole a few minutes
earlier, I wasn't in much of a position to object.

   "Kisses aren't really what he wants, Em.  Grab him by the base and
gently run your tongue up the underside." She did this and as she reached
the glans engulfed it in her hot, sweet, tight little mouth.  My eyes
rolled back in my head as her little tongue circled my swollen head and I
frantically pulled out of her mouth, prised her fingers away from my shaft
and dropped to my knees in front of her.

   "We have to stop there for a minute, sweetheart, or I'll cum in your
mouth."

   "Isn't that a good thing?"

   "Well, yes, but If we're going to do this, I'd like us to do it
together. That's how mum and I like to do it, too."

   "Mmmm, that sounds good." The saucy little green-eyed minx actually
licked her lips.

   "Here's what we'll do.  We'll get you to the point of almost orgasming
and then I'll join in.  I'm so close that I'll go off if you just touch me,
okay?"

   "Hurry, daddy."

   "Lay back again, Emily." She did.  I lay forward against her, arms
around her thighs, nuzzling her lower abdomen.  "Ready?"

   "Hurry up, dad."

   I kissed my way down to the top of her slit, rejoicing in her gloriously
soft skin and tangy, sweet aroma.  I darted my tongue down to touch the top
of her little clitoral hood where it disappeared between her swollen lips
and as she moaned, pulled my head back and turned my attention to her inner
thighs.  I licked up the side of her pussy, taking care to stay clear of
her labia, running my tongue along that groove between thigh and vagina,
then repeating on the other side.  I gently bit her inner thighs.  Emily
was moaning loudly by now and I could see a thick stream of her secretion
coursing down from her vagina.  I abandoned the teasing and thrust my face
against her gaping cunt, pushing my tongue deep into her.  Emily cried out,
her hips thrusting hard against me as I ran my tongue up to her clit and
began lapping at her nerve centre.

   I knew she was close and reared back, walking forward on my knees to
position myself between her legs.  Her eyes opened and fixed me with their
oceanic gaze.  I placed my hands under her buttocks and raised her up to my
throbbing member.  She was thrusting helplessly at me and I used her pelvic
motion to allow my cock to slide up and down between her lips two, three
times.  Her inner petals were spread wide.  The time was right.  The next
time her hips subsided I placed my drooling head over her slippery little
hole and allowed it to edge into her.  We both gasped and I backed out,
then in again, another inch.  She moaned and I was throbbing so hard I
thought my cock would split.  I pulled out again and then slowly thrust my
entire length into her.  Emily convulsed and grunted as I hit bottom and we
stayed like that for a minute, looking into each other's eyes.  She was
hot, and so, so tight.  Again I withdrew and as my head popped free she
moaned again and shivered.  Her hips began rolling in little thrusts that
allowed just my glans to push in and out of her dripping lips.  I couldn't
hold back any more and thrust myself forward to meet her.  I plunged into
her like a harpoon, all else swept from my mind like dross before a storm.
We bucked and thrust at each other like demons.  Her firm tits jiggled
madly with every thrust and the sight drove me to a frenzy.  I grabbed her
by the chin and forced her to lock gazes with me and we came together like
oceans pounding against cliffs.  She screamed out her pleasure and I pumped
my entire being into her tight, hot little cunt.

   We lay, insensible for unknown minutes.  I was on top of Emily and as I
came to my senses, moved to remove my weight from her.

   "Don't move, daddy.  I've dreamed of having you on top of me for so
long."

   I took my weight on my elbows and looked down at her.  My Emily was
flushed, strands of her gorgeous auburn hair plastered across her forehead
with sweat.  I leaned down and kissed her for the first time, gently
sliding my tongue into her sweet little mouth.  Sliding down, I took a pert
little nipple gently between my teeth as I had told her I would, then
swirling the tip of my tongue around it.

   "Did I hurt you, my honey?" I couldn't remember feeling the resistance
of a hymen parting under my frenzied thrusts.

   "Hurt me?  How?  What do you mean?

   "Your virginity.  Did it hurt?"

   "Oh.  No.  I took care of that ages ago with a hairbrush handle." She
giggled.  I pretended to be shocked, but the thought of this sweet little
girl with a brush handle jammed into her pussy make my softened cock pulse
inside her.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yes, baby?"

   "I don't think I can drive home."

   *****

   I drove us home, both of us seemingly caught up in our thoughts.  I
glanced over at Emily a few times and caught her doing the same to me.  We
smiled at each other.  I reached over and placed my hand on her knee and
she put hers on top of mine.

   "Honey, no-one must ever find out what we did today."

   "It's alright, dad.  I understand."

   "What we did...  It's not right."

   "It felt right!"

   "Yeah." We sat in silence for a bit.  I tried a different tack, "Mum
would be devastated if she knew." Emily shot me a strange look but didn't
immediately answer.  Finally she asked the question that had been running
around my head: "When can we do it again?"

   "Emily hon I don't think it would be wise...

   "Oh no you don't!" She was vehement.  "You don't get to dangle a little
piece of happiness in front of me then snatch it away again."

   "Okay, okay, we'll find a way to..." To what, exactly?  Was I seriously
considering carrying on a protracted sexual relationship with my
stepdaughter?  I had never before cheated on a partner and here I was
screwing my wife's daughter.  This was madness!

   "To come to some arrangement," I stalled.  This seemed to mollify her
and she started making plans.

   "I wanna to get to know all about what turns you on," she purred.  "And
turns me on, too, of course.  I get the feeling that I might turn out to be
a very, naughty, girl."

   "Oh really," I laughed, thrilled in spite of my misgivings.

   "Really!"

   "How so?"

   "Well, maybe I might decide I don't need to be wearing panties when I
visit you and mum in the mornings." I pictured her little show that
morning, my lecher's mind supplying the image sans panties and so help me
God, my penis lurched to his feet for what seemed the fiftieth time that
day.

   "Would you like that, daddy?" "Would you like to look at my little pink
pussy first thing in the mornings?" She slid a hand down inside the
waistband of her pants.  I struggled to stay focussed on the road ahead. 
"Or perhaps taste it?" The hand reappeared, the first two fingers
glistening with what I knew to be our combined juices.  Emily brought them
up to her nose and inhaled deeply before licking them slowly and then
inserted them right into her mouth.  She sucked them for a few moments and
then her hand did its disappearing trick under her waistband again.  This
time when her gooey fingers reappeared she reached over and pushed them
into my mouth.  Salty, tangy and sweet.  Unable to help myself, I sucked
them clean.  I was hard again.

   By the time I pulled into the garage at home, I had gained some
semblance of normality in the crotchal area, having prevailed upon Emily to
desist with her sexy antics.

   *****

   Adele was on the back deck with her paints, laying down the background
of a new canvas with a wide brush.

   "Hey guys, I'm out here," she called as Emily and I came through from
the garage.  "How did you go?  Did Emily frighten you, Steve?"

   "Once or twice," I told her, which earned me a little punch on the arm
from Em.

   "He's the best teacher, ever," she told her mum.  "He showed me what
happens when I lose control and how to try and get it back." Straight
faced.

   "Yeah, he's good like that," Adele agreed.  I was ninety percent sure
this was innuendo, too.  If only she knew.  I wondered what she'd say if
she found out that not only had I shown my penis to Emily, but had it
inside her mouth and sweet young cunt.

   "Well I'm off to have a shower," I said to the girls.  "That experience
with Emily left me a bit sweaty." Ha!  Three can play at that game.  I
slunk off.

   *****

   The following day I was to fly out to the mine site I was currently
working at.  My flight didn't leave until three in the afternoon, meaning
I'd get to site in time for dinner.  Adele had an early appointment with a
potential portraiture client and if it went well intended to conduct the
first sitting at the client's home straight away.  I told her I'd get a cab
to the airport so not to worry about getting home before I left.  As Adele
and I climbed into bed that evening, she asked if I was all packed and
ready.  "Do you have everything?"

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "Headphones charged?"

   "Yep!  Did that yesty."

   "Something to read?"

   "I'll pick something up at the airport."

   Her hand slid down my stomach and gently grasped my member, which roused
itself from slumber and started to take an interest in proceedings.

   "Sexy memories of your girl?"

   "I could never have too many of those." I murmured into her ear.

   "Correct answer, my sexy man."

   *****

   In the morning I awoke as Emily threw the curtains wide, letting
sunshine flood the bedroom.  "Morning mum.  Morning Dad."

   "Morning, Emily," Adele and I chorused.

   Emily was wearing a thin, knee length nighty, which she had to pull up
to her thighs to allow her to crawl up the valley between Adele and me.  I
wondered if she'd made good on her threat to come into our bed without
knickers on.  I rolled over onto my side, facing her.  She smirked at me
and unseen by Adele, pressed a wad of cloth into my hand.  I looked
surreptitiously down and saw exactly what I suspected, a little satin
thong, folded to reveal the tiny gusset which was liberally smeared with a
moist white goo.  She then rolled over to face Adele, making sure to hike
up the back of her nighty so that I could see her entire backside, which
was predictably, bare.  Helpless to resist, I watched my hand steal down,
knuckles contacting her spine first, then turning to cup her delicious
globes.  My middle finger followed her cleft as far as it could.  Finding
its way past her arsehole to the rear of that hot little hole.  I stopped
there, not wanting to push things any further with Adele right there in bed
with us.

   "Well, I should get up and make a start.  I've got a busy day, today,"
Adele said.  "Shower time, methinks."

   I hurriedly pulled the back of Emily's nightgown down and thrust her
panties under the pillow, all without being caught.  Adele walked naked to
the bathroom, earning her a wolf whistle from her daughter, and a comment
of "Nice arse," from me.  She stopped in the doorway and gave said anatomy
a sexy little wiggle before disappearing inside and sliding the door closed
behind her.

   As the shower hissed to life, Emily threw the covers off me and dived
for my cock, throwing a leg over me and hiking up her nightie in one
movement.  I barely had time to register what was happening before a hot,
wet and slippery mouth closed over my cock and a hot, wet and slippery
pussy engulfed my lower face.  I had time for one brief thought that she'd
be tasting her mother's pussy juices from the previous night before Emily's
oral ministrations made coherent thought an impossibility.  I thrust my
tongue as deeply as I could into her delicious centre as she ground and
thrust her hips aggressively, forcing her clitoris up and down against my
nose, lips and chin.  Her little mouth kept time up and down on my now
rampant cock, which she grasped firmly by the base.  I took her buttocks in
my hands, pulling them apart so I could see her pink little anus twitching
at me and groaned into her cunt.

   I guided her forward and began licking her perineum, hooking the tip of
my tongue in the back of her pussy then gliding it up to her arsehole,
which I knew drove her mother wild.  Emily seemed to have inherited the
gene as she shuddered and gave a little moan.  Her excitement was pushing
me toward climax and I puller her back so I could access her pearl with my
lips and tongue.  I used my lower lip to pull her clitoral hood back and
flicked my tongue gently against her exposed button.  She bucked and
writhed against me with heightened vigour and I could feel a trickle of
saliva course its way down my balls towards my own arsehole.  As I thrust
urgently into my little darling's mouth, this tiny sensation pushed me over
the edge and I lost control.  My eyes rolled back in my head and my seed
burst from me in a fervid torrent, hosing in hot pulsing gouts.  Emily was
saved from choking only because my reserves had been exhausted so
thoroughly over the past couple of days by both her and her mother.  The
sensation of me spurting in her mouth triggered Emily's release and she
rocked her hips feverishly, forcing her now soaked pussy against my face
with renewed vigour, clamping my head between her thighs and shuddering
violently as she orgasmed, still sucking my pulsing cock of every last drop
of semen.

   Emily collapsed on top of me, twitching and juddering, her little pink
arsehole contracting rhythmically as the last waves of her climax washed
through her.  I gave it a little poke with the tip of my tongue and she
gasped, jumping.

   "You ARE turning out to be a dirty little girl," I murmured between
gasps.  Emily slithered around on top of me until she straddled me, astride
my now flaccid cock, hands on my shoulders.

   "Oh I think we've got a long way to go before we've found out just how
dirty this little girl can be, daddy," she whispered, smirking.  And leaned
forward to drive her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting her orgasm and
giving me a sample of my own salty flavour.  Then she rocked back and used
her hips to slide her still swollen labia up and down the length of my
member.  "I can't wait for you to come home again.  Then we'll see about
getting some more of this," and with that she reached down and fastened her
little hand in a tight grip around the base of my cock, squeezing until it
stood up as the blood was again forced into its head.  "Into here." Emily
squatted over me and forced it into her slick vagina.

   At that moment the background noise of the shower spray slowed then
stopped.  Emily stood up on the bed, releasing my cock with a little "plop"
as it pulled from her.  Then, with the impossible grace of a gazelle, she
bounded from the bed and was gone.

   I frantically wiped my face and flaccid penis on the sheets, trying to
remove all the evidence of our wrongdoing before Adele re-entered.  A
minute or so later the bathroom door slip open and my hot little wife stood
naked and clean, a white towel tied around her wet hair.

   "Phew, it still stinks like sex in here," she grinned, fanning her hand
in front of her face.  "Emily probably thinks we're depraved." She bent
over and kissed me on the cheek.  "And you still taste like me," she
laughed.  "I hope she didn't kiss you."

   *****

   An hour later I was showered, dressed and alone in the house with my
ravenous teenage seductress stepdaughter, who was for the time being,
quiescent.  I made some breakfast and a coffee, sitting at the kitchen
table and paging through a current affairs app on my iPad.  I'd packed the
satin panties Emily had given me into a side pocket on my bag.  They were
going to get a decent workout over the next couple of weeks, I was sure.  I
wondered absently if Emily would find herself thinking about me while she
masturbated.  Even though I'm head over heels in love with my wife, I often
found myself accessing porn and erotic literature sites during my work
trips.  I'd read somewhere that men were primarily visually oriented for
masturbation and this seemed to align with my experience.  Something told
me I wouldn't have any trouble finding motivation during the next two
weeks.

   Emily wandered into the kitchen, also washed and dressed for the day in
a calf length summer dress, her hair braided back into a thick ponytail. 
She was wearing no detectable make-up and her fresh skin, pert nose and
glowing green orbs made her look good enough to eat.  She walked over to
behind where I sat on a kitchen stool and cheekily pinched a sip from my
coffee cup.

   "Eeww!  Way too much sugar and no milk."

   I swivelled around on the stool to face her.  "Well, you cheeky minx,
that's what you get when you steal other people's coffee." I smiled as I
put my hands on her slender waist and marvelled for the thousandth time at
her fresh beauty.  I slid my hands down to her hips, noting the lack of a
waistband under her dress.  My keen eye had already marked the lack of bra
by the way her firm C cups swung against the thin cotton.

   "I'm going to miss you, too, Em."

   "Will you...  touch yourself, thinking about me?" Oh God yes.

   "Yes."

   "You have my panties?" I nodded solemnly.  "Would you like something
else?" I quirked an eyebrow at her.  "Some...  photos?" Another nod. 
"Would you like to take some now, before you go?"

   "That sounds like fun," I said.

   She laughed that throaty chuckle of hers and grabbed my hand, dragging
me into the lounge room.  "How about on the couch?" she bubbled.

   "Perfect." I said.  "That's where I did most of my falling in love with
you."

   She squealed and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her
legs around my waist.

   "You always say the most beautiful things to me.  Ever since mummy first
brought you home like a lost dog." I snorted at the image, which wasn't so
far from the truth.

   "How do you want to start," She asked.

   "Why don't you do a little peek-a-boo show for me?  Starting off
innocent and getting naughtier."

   "Perfect!" Emily clapped her hands in delight.  She strutted over to the
couch and sat demurely, legs crossed, hands on her lap.  She offered me the
sweetest smile, which I captured on my iPhone.  I looked down at the
screen, frowned and moved over to the window, throwing the curtains wide
open and letting the morning sun flood the room.  Moving back in front of
Emily I tried again, with spectacular results.  I reversed the phone and
showed her the image, which she studied gravely.  Looking up at me she
spoke.

   "You made me look beautiful."

   "Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful creature that God ever blew
breath into." Her smile was dazzling.  I started clicking.

   Emily moved as though a dancer, flowing from one sensual pose to the
next.  She had an instinctive understanding of the lens and knew how to
maximise her allure.  I was mesmerised as she slowly bared more and more
skin until she stood naked and coy in front of me, an alabaster goddess in
the prime of youth.

   "Do you want some dirty ones?" she asked.

   "Not today, Em.  You've given me everything I need, for now.  I still
have the memories of the...  things we've done." Again with the suggestive
little smirk.  I swear that expression was one of the naughtiest things
about her.

   "Daddy, would you do one more thing for me before you go?"

   "What's that, honey?"

   "Make love to me?  Slowly.  Here on the couch.  Or in my bed, or yours?"


   "I can't think of anything I would like more."

   *****

   I walked over to her, drinking her with my eyes.  Her great auburn braid
hung down over her left shoulder to her waist, obscuring her nipple, but
she was otherwise bared to me.  She reached up and released my buttons,
then untucked my shirt before loosening my belt, then my trouser button and
slid my zipper down.  I shucked my deck shoes and my pants dropped to my
ankles.  I stepped out of them.  Emily peeled me out of my shirt and we
were naked.  Her tiny nipples were crinkled and taut.  Her smiling face
shone up at me like a beacon of trust.  I bent my head and kissed her,
warmly, our tongues softly entwining as though for the first time.  I
guided her back to the couch and lowered her, sinking to my knees in front
of her.  I pulled her forward until her bottom was almost on the edge and
began kissing the insides of her knees, working back and forth and edging
closer to the perfect little pink flower at their centre.  Emily lay back,
watching me with those great green orbs.

   Her legs parted slowly to allow me access and a tiny shudder ran through
her as I final kissed her mound just above her cleft.  I could smell her
tangy musk and almost surrendered to the desire to plunge in but somehow
found the will to resist.  Instead I gently kissed her outer lips,
eliciting a little mewling sound from her.  Emily opened her knees wide and
I noticed a trickle of her milky fluid again running down towards her pink
little pucker.  This time I gently lapped it with my tongue, savouring her
taste and she shuddered and groaned aloud.

   "Oh daddy, how do you DO that?" she whispered hoarsely.

   I had an erection a cat couldn't scratch, clamouring to be deployed, but
I pushed it to the back of my mind and concentrated on my little girl's
pleasure.  I traced the tip of my tongue up to her hot-pink inner labia,
allowing it to slide gently between and up to her clitoris.  Emily gasped
and arched her back.  I reached around her thigh and used my thumb to
gently pull up on the top crease of her vulva, popping her little pink
pearl out of its hood.  So beautiful.  I blew a gentle stream of air
between my pursed lips on to it and Emily's moist sex contracted, pushing
another stream of milky liquid towards her anus.  I caught this with my
mouth too, and repeated the trip up through her lips with my tongue tip. 
Emily growled, an animal sound of unbridled pleasure and I smiled to
myself. Time to turn up the heat.

   I placed my lips over Emily's button and sucked gently, lightly flicking
with my tongue.  Her hips started rolling involuntarily as I alternated
between plunging deeply into her vagina and lightly caressing her clitoris.
It didn't take long for her orgasm to build and within seconds she was
bucking and moaning, her hands pressing hard on the back of my head,
forcing me against her.

   As she started to relax, I pulled back, surveying my creation.  Pools of
Emily's cum had collected on the leather of the couch between her arse
cheeks.  Some had poured down onto the deep carpet.  Not the first time
that had happened on this couch and almost certainly not the last.  Her
knees lay against the leading edge, exposing her gaping pussy lips.  Emily
lay back against the cushions, one arm thrown over her eyes.  I gently
cupped her breasts, leaning forward to nuzzle them, one at a time.  She
removed her arm from her face, flushed cheeks and teethmarks on her lower
lip where she had bitten it in the throes of ecstasy.  I kissed her gently
and she sighed.

   "Ready for the main event?"

   Her silent nod was all the encouragement I needed.

   I moved forward on my knees until the head of my wildly thumping cock
nestled between Emily's flushed lips.  Holding her by the waist and looking
into her eyes, I gently edged into her.  Her eyes rounded and she gave a
little shiver.  We stayed like that for a minute and I retreated and pushed
forward a little more.  And again.  And again, a little deeper each time
until I was fully inside her, looking into her glorious green eyes.  I
moved to kiss her and we began moving, slowly, thrusting in and out.

   Emily began to pant in time with our thrusts.  She threw her head back
and I kissed her graceful throat, tasting her, glorying in her, this teen
goddess.  I moaned with unadulterated pleasure and she echoed me.  Our hips
mirrored one another's movements, slowly but surely building in tempo. 
Emily began to form words within her panted breadth and I eventually
discerned that she was breathing "Fuck.  Me.  Daddy.  Fuck.  Me.  Daddy."

   I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her to allow me better penetration and
began to thrust in earnest.  Emily's vocalisation grew in intensity,
spurring me on to greater effort and our flesh began to make a clapping
sound as our groins began to pound one another.  Emily's cunt was a tunnel
of sweet fire and my cock a locomotive of purest lust.  She put her arms
around my neck and wrapped those long, long legs around my waist and I
stood, supporting her weight under her buttocks.  She pressed her face into
my neck as we moved to the wall and I pushed her against it, ramming her
now, urgent, my passion a thing of silver flame, meeting Emily's and
redoubling it.  She was arching her hips and moving with me, sliding up and
down my cock with single-minded intensity.  I placed my finger against her
clenched anus, pressing with just enough force to slide in to the first
knuckle.

   Emily's head flew back, eyes open and she lost control, howling with an
animalistic ululation that filled me with savage joy.  She bucked and
spasmed on my cock like an epileptic jellyfish.  Her passion pushed me over
the edge and I emptied out inside her, adding my own howl to hers.  We
juddered against each other for what seemed like hours, but was more likely
only a minute or so, kissing passionately, tongues writhing against each
other in bliss.

   I staggered back to the lounge with Emily still clinging to me like a
limpet.  We collapsed on the leather and lay there, gasping for breath.  As
my scattered wits regrouped in my feverish skull, I became aware of a
breeze blowing through the room, billowing the curtains.  I looked to the
connecting door to the garage and my wildly beating heart stopped cold in
my chest.  Silhouetted against the doorway was Adele.

   *****

   "Well, look at what the mice get up to when the cat's away."

   My befuddled brain refused to grasp the situation.  I was still inside
Emily, my cock softening rapidly now.  My life literally flashed before my
eyes and I pictured the divorce, recriminations, legal action, and public
shame.  Hell, I was going to lose the two beings I loved most and...  Oh
shit, what would my daughters think of me.  It was too much.  I couldn't
grasp the size of the disaster I had brought down on myself.

   "Adele, I..." There was nothing, absolutely no words to mitigate the
catastrophe I had wrought upon this family.  I had plunged from the heights
of glorious love to the depths of darkest despair in less than a minute. 
"I..."

   I couldn't even look at her.  I couldn't look at Emily.  I closed my
eyes and wished for the floor to open and swallow me down whole.  I could
hear Adele's footsteps as she stalked over to where we lay, covered in
sinner's sweat.  At last something occurred to me.  I could try and protect
Emily, at least.

   "Adele, listen.  This had nothing to do with Emily.  It was all my idea.
Emily is the victim here.  You should..."

   "Bullshit!" I found the courage to look up at her as she stood over us,
arms akimbo.  The very image of a righteously wronged wife and mother. 
"That saucy little minx has been trying to get you into her pants for the
past two years, haven't you Emily?"

   "Yes mummy."

   Something was wrong.  Emily didn't seem cowed as a daughter caught in
flagrante delicto with her stepfather ought to.  In fact she sounded almost
on the brink of laughter.

   "And God knows, I've been helping her.  It's about time you finally
succumbed to our little girl's charms."

   Wait, what?  I looked from one to the other, completely unable to
understand what was happening.

   The girls burst out laughing.  Nonplussed, I still had the presence of
mind to notice how Emily's bare breasts jiggled delightfully as she shook
with mirth.

   "Oh daddy I'm so sorry.  Mum and I have been scheming for ages.  You
held out way longer than we thought.  We were starting to worry that we'd
have to tie you up."

   Adele leaned down and took my face in her hands, kissing me softly on
the lips.  "There's no better man on earth to introduce our little girl to
the pleasures of lovemaking.  And from what she's been telling me and what
I just saw, you're doing a bloody good job.  Now, go and get cleaned up,
you two.  I'll put the kettle on."

   "I'm hopping in the shower with you, dad."

   *****

   When we were showered and dressed again, Adele had cleaned up the couch
and carpet and was seated at the kitchen with three steaming mugs of
coffee, leafing idly through an artist's supply catalogue.  Emily sat next
to her and I sat opposite so I could look at them both.

   "Alright you two.  Spill the beans.  You nearly gave me a heart attack
back there."

   It turned out that Emily had asked Adele about the human side of birds
and bees.  Not the technical side taught in school, but the loving,
passionate side that she'd witnessed in her home.  After some lengthy
discussion, they'd hatched the plan to have Emily work on my defences,
eroding them to the point where they both felt I'd be ripe for the
plucking. Instead of remaining oblivious to Emily's sexual predation of the
poor hapless husband/father, she was orchestrating it.  I groaned as I
realised the significance of all the innuendos and double entendre that had
washed past me.

   "When Emily told me that she was falling head over heels in lust for you
as well as her daughterly feelings, we talked about it until we realised
it's not really a problem.  I'm more than happy to keep the love inside
this home.  I know you won't hurt her and if she finds a boyfriend in your
image down the track we can all be proud that we've eased her into the
world in the best possible way."

   The girls sat there beaming at me.  I had no words at the fullness of my
heart.

   "Now, give me a look at those photos before I drive you to the airport."


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