Incest/Taboo Amber

Meanwhile, Amber decided to go and tell her father good night. After all, this was her first night here. She wanted her dad to know how much she appreciated all he was doing for her. She could see a light coming from a small bedside lamp in her dad's room, but it was dark in the hallway. She walked slowly, unfamiliar with the terrain of the house. She came to the doorway to her dad's bedroom and peered in. She almost fainted as a tidal wave of lust hit her in the pit of the stomach. Her father was playing with himself! He was masturbating! Bart had his eyes closed as he slowly stroked his massive truncheon. Amber could see him smearing pre-cum over the glans and down the shaft. She was sure that her father could hear her heart racing.

Her mind naturally made the mental comparison of her father to her twin brothers. It looked to be at least an inch longer, but from where she stood it looked massively thick -- even thicker than her brothers' cocks! It looked delicious and she wanted it! She wanted to suck it. She wanted to ride it. She wanted to lay on her back and let him fuck her within an inch of her life. She wanted to get on all fours and let him ream her asshole until the end of time. She knew that none of those things would ever happen, but she also knew that this arousing sight would be fodder for many, many masturbation sessions in the future. She was far enough into the darkness of the hallway that she didn't think she could be seen, so she stood there, trembling, her highly-aroused pussy leaking lubrication down her legs. She saw her father grasp his balls with one hand while stroking his thick cock with the other. Her brothers certainly didn't have balls that big. Did they get bigger with age, or was her dad just a stud? His balls were as big as the scrotum of horses and bulls that she had seen on their uncle's farm.

As she stood there, shaking, watching perhaps the most lust-inciting sight of her young life, she reached into her panties and touched her swollen clit. When she did so, she made a very slight, almost inaudible, gasp of pleasure.

She knew immediately that he had heard it. He glanced into the hall, a shocked and puzzled look on his face. She ran quickly to her bedroom, jumped into the bed, covered up, and pretended to be asleep.

Bart jumped out of bed, pulling his boxers up. Shit! Had Amber seen him? He couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive that he had caught a brief glimpse of her, then she had just disappeared. But he had heard something. It sounded like a gasp, or a sigh, or a moan. Had she been watching him beat off?

He went quickly to her room. It was so dark that he couldn't tell if she was asleep without turning the light on, so he hit the wall switch. His daughter was under the cover, apparently asleep. Maybe it had just been his imagination. Perhaps he shouldn't masturbate with the door open, he mused.

Amber must have been very tired, he thought, or the beer must have relaxed her. She hadn't awakened when he flipped on the light and appeared to be breathing very shallowly, as if she were sound asleep. He couldn't help but imagine that sexy body under those covers. He longed to just see her in her pajamas again -- then he would return to his room, close the door, and continue where he left off.

He very carefully lifted the covers and peeled them back so he could gaze at his, apparently sleeping, daughter. Fuck, she was hot. That body was insanely sexy! She was so young and tight and luscious! Her firm legs were shapely and tanned. Her bottom was simply magnificent. It was so round and beautifully shaped. Her pajama shorts were so tight. He longed to peel them off of her and lick her sweet young pussy and ass. Her breasts were not large -- he imagined a B cup, but they looked like they jutted straight out from her chest instead of sagging. Her top was tight and he could see the unmistakable outline of her swollen nipples. He wondered how they could be so hard when she was sound asleep. He looked at her face. She had taken her pony-tail down and her red-blonde hair framed her delicate features. Shit, she was as pretty as her mother had ever been! As he gazed, he fondled his cock through his boxers. He was tempted to just drop them and masturbate right there.

Amber, of course, was not asleep. She was aware that her Dad had entered her room, flipped on the light, uncovered her and was just standing there. Why? Then it dawned on her. He had gotten an erection when she sat in his lap. He had been masturbating thinking about HER when she was standing outside his door, watching! Now he was looking at her, no doubt lusting for her. This thought sent fresh shivers of lust through her body. Not only was her father perhaps the sexiest man she had ever been around, but he was aroused by her! And it was INCEST, the most erotic thing in the world in her mind.

Amber opened her eyes so imperceptibly that her father could not possibly tell. She could see him standing, looking down at her body, while his hand was rubbing his crotch. She felt as if she might have an orgasm. She wanted to just open her eyes and welcome him into her bed, but she knew she wouldn't do that. If this thing were ever to happen -- and it most probably would not -- she would have to have deniability. She would never make the first move. She would act reluctant, like she had with her brother, Billy. He had been so hot for her that he practically raped her, while all along she wanted it as badly as he did.

Bart was terrified that Amber would awaken and catch him staring at her body, so he carefully covered her again and turned out the light. Suddenly he felt very guilty for having such thoughts about his own daughter. He decided that he would grab a beer, watch a little TV, and relax. Perhaps he could sleep then, without masturbating and thinking about his precious little girl. That was wrong and he had to, for once in his life, get himself under control.

Amber heard the TV, crawled out of bed, and looked into the living room. Her father was sitting in his recliner, sipping a beer, wearing only his boxers. She longed to sit in his lap, wallowing on his cock until he had an erection, then showing him her sexual skills. She reached into her panties and, careful to make no sound, played with herself until she was almost at the point of orgasm. Then she returned to her bed, removed her panties, fingered herself until she came, and then slept like a baby.

Over the next week, Amber started back to school. She had lots of reading and homework every night. As she and Bart had discussed, she took his credit card and bought the groceries. She helped cook breakfast and, if he were late getting home, she cooked the evening meal. She was careful not to wear things around her father that might cause him to get aroused, as he had on the first evening she was there. As ultra-sexy as he was, she didn't totally trust herself with him. If he ever made any kind of a sexual advance toward her -- and she didn't believe he would -- she might not be able to resist it. After all, incest was a huge turn-on to her. It was best to not tempt him, even though she loved the thought of her dad admiring her body.

Bart, of course, had no idea that Amber found him attractive or sexy. At bedtime, he often came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his boxers. Sometimes she was still up, studying, and he would go into her room, kiss her forehead, and tell her goodnight. He never noticed how she surreptitiously glanced at his muscular chest, his flat stomach, and even his crotch.

He tried not to think about how sexy his young daughter was, but found himself wishing that she would wear those tight pajamas again, like she had that first evening. He was convinced that she was now trying to be modest around him because she had realized he had an erection on that first night. Amber was a good girl. He knew that she regularly attended church and read her Bible every day. He wished that his mind and thoughts were as pure as he imagined were hers. He had noticed that Amber usually wore her hair in a ponytail, but that sometimes she put it into pigtails, which he found adorable and almost irresistible. She was so cute! He loved her hair color -- almost red, healthy, and shiny -- her sparkling brown eyes, her freckles across her pert nose and cheeks, and her gorgeous smile. She always seemed so happy to see him. He had not felt this loved and appreciated in many years. He realized that he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone. She was precious. She made his life worth living. Like the line in one of his favorite movies, she made him want to be a better man.

Amber had just finished her shower one morning. She suddenly realized, as she dried herself, that she had failed to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her. They were all laid out on her bed. She wrapped the towel around her, tucked it carefully, and emerged from the bathroom. Bart happened to be walking toward the bathroom just at that moment.

"Daddy!" she laughed, nervously. "Forgot my clothes when I went to shower," she explained.

Bart was caught off-guard. He could see her tanned legs almost to her crotch and a bit of her cleavage. He could feel his cock begin to harden, immediately. Her natural sexiness was enhanced by her apparent innocence. He longed to see her totally naked. He knew himself, however. He knew that he was liable to say or do something inappropriate, even to his own daughter.

"We need to buy some larger towels," he said, immediately thinking how stupid that sounded. "I hope you didn't run around like that in front of your brothers," he remarked. Inappropriate. He should just shut up.

"Daddy! Of course not," she laughed, then went into her room and closed the door. As she dressed, she realized that she was shaking. She knew that being in such close proximity to her sexy father while she was almost naked had aroused her. She had noticed how he had glanced at her legs and at her chest. She knew that all men behaved this way without even thinking, but the fact that it was her own father was highly arousing to her. It had also taken her aback that he had mentioned her brothers. If he only knew! Wrapping her naked body in a towel was tame compared to the incestuous activity in which the three siblings had engaged.

When Amber closed her door, Bart entered the bathroom for his own shower. He couldn't help but wonder if Amber had "forgotten" her clothes on purpose, and had intended for her to see her wrapped in just a towel, knowing that he would imagine her nude, sexy young body underneath. Was she that kind of girl? A dick tease? The very first night she was there, she had worn those incredibly tight and short pajamas. Was that for his benefit? Had she purposely "fallen" into his lap?

Throughout the day, every time he had time to think, these thoughts popped into his mind. He was quite sure that Amber wasn't trying to entice him, but he knew that lots of women and girls enjoyed teasing; it was, to them, an end unto itself. Whether it was just a confidence boost, or fuel for masturbation, the world was full of females who liked to show off their bodies.

Bart was of the opinion that women who behaved this way needed sex. They might not even know it, but this kind of thing pointed toward a deep-seated need. Worst of all was what they were, intentionally or not, doing to the men who were the victims of such behavior. He had read of many Ra*e cases in which the woman who was raped was dressed like a prostitute. He didn't advocate violence against women, but women needed to realize how they affected men. If they didn't want men to act like animals, they should not provoke their animal lust. Women needed to be educated to the fact that the sight of a sexily-dressed woman caused a chemical reaction in men that was difficult to control. He would give Amber the benefit of a doubt, since he had no evidence that she was anything but a modest and good girl, but if she was provoking him intentionally, he would have to speak to her about it, as uncomfortable as that was likely to be.

Amber had now been with her father for a month. She had yet to meet anyone at school that she wished to date. Some boys had shown interest, but she was just too busy with her school-work to start dating just yet. The fact that she hadn't had sex in almost two months was making her extremely horny, however. She was accustomed to having sex, often and regularly. At one time she had been fucking both of her brothers several times a week, not to mention having sex with her boyfriend at least once a week.

Now, she was around the sexiest man she knew -- her own father -- every day. She often saw him dressed in nothing but his boxers. Occasionally she dared glance at his crotch and sometimes she imagined that he had the beginnings of a hard-on. Of course she had seen that hard-on, the very first evening she had moved in with him. She had masturbated numerous times just thinking about watching her father playing with that magnificent cock.

Many times she thought back to that first night. She remembered accidentally falling into his lap, because she was a bit tipsy, and feeling his cock against her bottom. She remember how her father had looked at her body when she was dressed in those tight pajamas. She remembered how, a few days later, her father had gazed at her with obvious lust when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

She reasoned, if the sum-total of her sex life was going to be masturbation, that it needed a little spice. But how? She longed for the lustful (at least appreciative) gaze of her father when she was dressed in her pj's and when she was wrapped in a towel. What if she, occasionally, wore something a little more risqué? As long as she didn't go overboard, she felt that was a fairly innocent thing. She thought back on some of the things she had worn around her brothers, but realized that she had worn those things with one purpose in mind -- as foreplay for sex. This was different. She only wanted her father to appreciate her and maybe become a little aroused. That would be enough to spice up her masturbation sessions.

Amber didn't have classes on Tuesday or Thursday afternoons, so she had started cooking something special for her father and her on those days. Kaley had taught her how to cook. She was proficient at "country cooking", but was also good at cooking pasta dishes, soups, and various other things.

One Thursday she felt unusually horny; as she was preparing the items to make a spaghetti sauce, she decided that today would be a good day to show off a bit for her dad. She settled on one of Bobby's old tee shirts (that he outgrew when he started getting muscles) that she sometimes slept in, and panties. The shirt came down well below her crotch, but underneath was just a pair of bikini panties. She examined herself in the mirror, noting with satisfaction that the tee shirt was just tight enough to show the outline of her panties and that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sexy, but not overly so.

She called her father to ascertain when he would be home. About 30 minutes before his expected arrival, she began cutting up the veggies and making other preparations for the meal. She knew that her father would want to shower and freshen up a bit before eating, so this would work out perfectly. She smiled when she thought of how he would complement her cooking -- and how he might gaze appreciatively at her shapely body.

Bart arrived just at the time he said and walked into the kitchen. "Wow, Little One, something smells really good!" he exclaimed.

"Spaghetti!" she smiled as she walked out from behind the counter, and stretching up to kiss his cheek. She saw that he was already gazing at her body. She thought that he might have even gotten a brief view of her panties when she stood on her tiptoes and stretched to kiss him. All the better.

"Amber," he muttered, unable to take his eyes off of her adorable shape. "You forget to get dressed?"

"I just wanted to be comfortable," she explained, surprised that he said anything about it. "You walk around in your boxers, right?" she smiled.

"Oh, Ok", he said, unsmiling. "Well, I want you to be comfortable", he muttered, chastising himself for not insisting on her changing clothes. He couldn't keep himself from gazing at her legs and chest and how short the shirt was and how it hugged her body.

"Daddy? You're my father. This covers more than my swimsuits do. I always dress modestly in public," she said, thoroughly enjoying how his eyes were drinking in her lush curves.

"It's fine, Baby. I'm just not used to being around cute young women, dressed like that. I hope you didn't dress this way around your brothers. And I hope you don't run around in skimpy swimsuits, either," he stated. Then, realizing he might be offending her, "But it's just us, so dress however you want, Baby", he said, forcing himself to look into her eyes.

Amber was a bit puzzled. Did he really not want her to dress this way? "I wasn't thinking, Daddy. I will go change." She felt a lump in her throat and thought that she might cry. She went quickly to her room and changed.

They barely spoke as they ate, but Bart occasionally complimented the meal and told her how much he appreciated her cooking. He volunteered to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Amber didn't even offer to help. When she finished eating, she said she was going to study and returned to her room, closing the door behind her.

Bart sank into his recliner, beating himself up. She hadn't meant any harm. She was his little girl and never imagined that he might look at her lustfully -- and certainly hadn't expected him to tell her how she should be dressing in any situation. He had seen her dressed in that tight tee shirt, noticed that he could see the outline of her tiny little panties and could even make out her nipples. Lust had overwhelmed him. His desire for her was so strong that he had to fight his urge to take her into his arms and... he shuddered to think about it. He couldn't remember ever desiring a female as much -- not even Kaley, who had the best body he had ever seen. This was his daughter; she was forbidden; it was taboo. He had realized, immediately, that he couldn't trust himself to be around her when she was dressed like that. He feared he would do something that he would always regret.

But now he had obviously hurt her feelings. What could he say to get her back into his good graces? He didn't want to place a lot of arbitrary rules on her that might make her want to move out. And she was right -- he thought nothing of walking around in just his boxers. He dismissed the fleeting thought that she might enjoy the sight of him dressed that way. He was terrified that she might just wear whatever she wanted -- what if she walked around in just panties and a bra? He couldn't control himself. He knew he would say or do something that could not ever be taken back. He found his baseball game and pondered what he could say to her.

Amber had a good cry. Her dad had been kind, but, at least momentarily, he had seemed displeased with her - but she knew that it was partially her fault. She had been dressed inappropriately. She needed a good cry now and then, anyway. She loved her father and was very sad that he had seemed a bit disappointed in her, but at the same time she felt it unfair that she couldn't dress comfortably around him. Yes, he had told her to just dress as she pleased, but she was fearful that he really felt that she should observe a certain decorum. It was a bit hypocritical. But it was his house and his rules. She was thankful to have a place to stay while attending college. He paid for all her food, and even told her to use his credit card to buy school supplies and clothes or whatever she needed. She couldn't be too angry at him. She decided that she had overreacted.

As she typed a paper for class, she anticipated her father coming to her room to apologize -- even though there was really nothing for which to apologize. Still, she wanted to clear the air and was unsure how to approach him. After a long while, though, she decided he wasn't coming, so she changed for bed -- back to Bobby's discarded tee shirt and a pair of panties. She decided she would read awhile, then go to the bathroom right before time to go to sleep.

Bart felt bad about how he had handled the situation. He felt that she should be free to wear whatever was comfortable to her; the only problem was that he didn't trust himself. He was the problem; not her. Yet, he had put the blame on her. He contemplated going to her room and apologizing. The only problem with that was there was no predicting what she might be wearing in the sanctuary of her own room. As he continued to wrestle with himself, he heard her come out of her room. He looked around the side of his chair and saw her enter the bathroom and shut the door. Shit, she had that same thing she had been wearing when he got home. Was she purposely trying to defy him or was she just ready for bed?

As Amber brushed her teeth and got herself ready for bed, she pondered whether she should just go to bed without saying goodnight to her father. She didn't want to do that; she didn't think it was a good idea to have this tension between them. She could at least walk over to his chair and say goodnight, but she was dressed in the exact clothing that had upset him earlier. She thought it was silly to go get dressed again just to say goodnight, so she would just go straight to bed. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.

As she came out of the bathroom, she took a quick glance at the back of her father's chair. She was surprised to see him lean over and look back at her.

"Amber, come here a minute, Honey," he said.

She hesitated. "Daddy, I'm dressed for bed..."

"It's okay. Come on," he gestured with his hand. As she approached, he could feel the fiery lust pounding through his loins. He had to ignore this, and make amends from earlier, he thought to himself.

Amber came near his chair and stood, looking down at him. She was extremely conscious of the fact that the tee shirt came down only 6 inches or so below her crotch and that she was wearing no bra. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I guess I was just thinking about how it was when we all lived together. It's silly, but I guess I just forgot that I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Amber...," he began, trying to focus on her face. Even her face was sexy, though. So young and innocent and so very cute. "I should not have said anything." He swallowed and, against all his instincts said, "This is your home. I'll never say a word about how you dress here, anymore."

"Daddy, I don't want to do anything that makes you angry or makes you feel uncomfortable..." To Bart's great relief, she sat down in a chair a few feet from him, thereby hiding her from the waist down.

"Honey, it's like this. I have not been around you in years. I just need time to adjust to the fact that you're not a little girl...I mean, all of a sudden, I have this beautiful young woman walking around in skimpy clothes..." he managed, and tried to smile.

Amber couldn't help but smile. "I never thought of that until tonight," she lied. "I guess I never thought you would think of me that way."

"Well, I don't intend to. Maybe I wouldn't have if I had been around and seen you change gradually, but the last time I saw you, you were this cute little waif. Just a little girl. Now, you're a woman. Any man would notice. And I don't want you thinking I'm a dirty old man because my eyes wander."

Amber giggled. "You think I would get mad if you looked at me and liked it?"

"I'm not supposed to like looking at you that way, Honey. Yes, I think you're pretty and I'm very proud that my daughter has grown into a beautiful woman, but I'm not supposed to like your..." he stammered.

"My assets?" she grinned.

He nodded. "I guess that's a good way to put it," he croaked.

"What if I don't mind?" she asked as she coquettishly twirled a pigtail.

"Don't mind what?" he asked.

"If you like my assets?" she smiled.

"I'm your father!" he exclaimed.

"All the better. I value your opinion over that of any other man. After all, if a girl's father thinks she's unattractive, what other man is going to find her attractive? It thrills me so much when you say anything about me being pretty or...just anything positive you say. It just means so much to me, Daddy," she said as she stood, took the few steps toward him, and sat on the arm of his recliner.

Bart couldn't help but look at her slender legs and glance at how tight the shirt was around her breasts -- then into those intelligent, gorgeous brown eyes.

"You're so pretty, Amber," he whispered. "I was shocked when I saw how much you had changed...I don't mean that I didn't think you were always pretty, but you were 'little girl' pretty. Now...," he said, allowing himself to boldly gaze at her shapely form... "Now, you're just..."

She giggled again. "Come on, Daddy. Say what you're thinking. I want us to always be totally honest with each other, don't you?" she said as she stroked his arm.

Bart opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. "I don't dare say what I'm thinking, Little One," he smiled.

"Want me to start?" she asked, running her fingers up and down his arm. She had glanced at his crotch. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. She was almost certain that he was sporting an erection.

"Start what?"

"I think you're a very sexy man," she said, gazing into his eyes.

"Amber, don't say things like that!" he gasped. "There are some things that you just can't say!"

"If we're going to be totally honest with each other..." she smiled.

Bart could feel himself getting hard, and with it, he was losing his self-control. "You really don't want to go down this road, Little One," he warned.

Amber slid off the arm of the chair and into his lap, placing her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes. "Try me," she whispered.

"Okay," he said, tentatively. "You've got great legs. They're just to my taste -- slender, but with good shape."

"Daddy!" she laughed. "See? I love that! I don't remember if anyone ever told me I had good legs before," she mused. "Maybe my boyfriend, Dave. He was pretty good with compliments. Especially when he was horny."

"Amber, I don't think we should discuss your love life..."

"It doesn't bother me, unless it bothers you, Daddy. I am sexually active, and have been for over a year... Yes, I'm on the pill," she stated, matter-of-factly. She could feel his cock, very distinctly, against her leg and wished that he was wearing boxers instead of running shorts.

Bart suddenly felt a bit more at ease, even though his heart rate had greatly increased when she slid into his lap. If his daughter was willing to be this open with him, maybe he wouldn't have to worry so much about his own instincts around her.

"Well, Honey, that makes two of us, but I've been sexually active for much longer, and I'm not on the pill. However, I had a vasectomy several years ago.... I need a beer..."

Amber laughed and got up. "I'll get it for you."

She went to the kitchen and returned with two beers. She took a long swig of hers. "You're corrupting me. I'm beginning to like this stuff," she smiled, as she sat in his lap again.

Bart knew that he had a full, throbbing erection now, and his sweet, very sexy, daughter was sitting right on it. She had to know; there was nothing naïve about her. He took a long swallow of his beer, placed it on the table beside him, wrapped both arms around her, and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Little One," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she giggled. "Where were we? Oh, we were talking about our sex lives..."

Bart could feel her squirm in his lap and wondered if she was purposely teasing him. If so, it was okay with him. She could go get herself off later, and he would do the same.

"I'm not sure we should pursue that topic, Little One," he smiled, then took another drink of his beer.

"How long since you did it?" she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. Her panties were becoming soaking wet, and all kinds of scenarios were beginning to play themselves out in her mind. After what she had done with both of her brothers, why would she draw the line with her father? After all, he was even sexier than her brothers -- and, she imagined, more experienced and knowledgeable.

"Amber!" he said, looking into her face. Did he detect excitement? Was she just teasing him, or was it more than that? He couldn't imagine that she would really want to do more than tease him, but she had to know that talking about sex with a grown man, even her father, was a volatile situation.

"It's been like two months for me," she smiled. "Of course I take care of myself, and that's fine. I am not really looking for a boyfriend right now, and I don't do one-night stands. Yuck!"

"Amber, I don't think I can talk about this with you, Honey," he whispered, fully aware of her luscious, scantily-clad body grinding on his hard and eager prick.

"Why? Because you're hard? Because you don't want me to think you're a pervert?" she giggled again and took a short swig of her beer.

"Amber, this is over the line..."

"Okay," she smiled, and got out of his lap. She boldly stared at his crotch, then into her father's eyes. "Sorry if I...made you feel...," she laughed... "Uncomfortable? I'm headed to bed. Come tuck me in if you want," she said as she turned up her beer and drained the bottle. "If not, goodnight!"
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