Chapter 01
All players are at least eighteen. Any statistics noted in this story are made-up and have no basis in fact, that I am aware of.
Dan
Deb and I sat in loungers on the patterned concrete deck around my pool. Carl, Deb's son, was doing laps. The pool isn't quite as big as a college pool, but close enough. He's the star of his high school swim team and he trains constantly. He's a senior, turned eighteen a few months ago, heading off to college in the fall, full-ride swimming and academic. I'm just a little proud of my nephew.
Ashley, my daughter, is on a lounge, sunning. Her long blonde hair splayed out around her. Like me, she's tall and lean. She just turned eighteen and is headed to the same school as Carl. She's a volleyball player. No scholarship, she doesn't need one. She has me. She's Dean's list, straight A's all the way.
"This place is going to get a lot bigger when they go." My twin sister mused.
"Please, don't remind me. It is what it is, but I'll miss them more than I can say."
"Zenerva is an asshole. Look at what she missed."
Zenerva was my wife, who one day when Ashley was five, told me she had fallen in love with another woman. In a week, she and whomever went to some island in the Pacific, and we have never heard from her since.
"Her choice. Fortunately, Ashley was so young she had no memory of her. The only mother figure she has is her Aunt Deb, who spoils her shamelessly."
Deb laughed and sipped her iced tea, "Guilty as charged, but I learned from the best. Heli-skiing in Telluride with my son?"
"Hey, sis, you were invited."
Carl exited the pool at the far end, the light blue speedo framed his taut swimmer's body. Deb put her glass down. "Um, no thanks. I much preferred taking your daughter shopping with her daddy's credit card."
"That's what I get for leaving you two alone."
As Carl walked along the pool deck, a mischievous expression on his face, Deb took a deep breath, "I think about Jack a lot. He'd be so proud of Carl and Ashely."
Jack, Deb's husband, was a fireman in a large city. He was killed in the line of duty. Deb, at my insistence, sued the corporation that owned the building and received a big settlement, which, managed by me, the very successful investment guy, has allowed her to live without a need to work full-time.
"You're a great mother, Deb."
She turned to me, "And you have been a terrific father figure for Carl. Thank you."
At that point, decorum morphed into mayhem. Carl, tall, lean, and very defined, leaned over his cousin, his thick shock of shaggy blonde hair dripping water on her firm torso. Ashley opened her eyes in alarm as Carl slipped both arms under his sleeping cousin, and as she howled in protest, dumped her into the pool, diving in after her.
We both laughed, "Oh, it's on now." I said.
"Those two, you'd think they were the twins."
In the pool, Ashley cursed her cousin, climbed up his back, and, using her body as leverage, dumped Carl over.
Watching this—and this was not the first time—stirred feelings in me. Ashe looks like her mom and watching her wrestle with her cousin brought back a few pleasant memories and a guilty feeling. I'm not supposed to have those thoughts.
Looking over, Deb was staring at her son. Her pert nipples making little tents in her shirt. Carl's muscular, lean body glistened with water as he tossed his cousin around, and as has happened before, Ashley's swimsuit, if you can call it that, ended up floating in the pool. Then I caught it. Carl's hands slipped around and gently grasped his cousin's small breasts. It was a nanosecond. Ashely looked up at us, howled, and covered herself, but I could see it was an act. They were in the deeper end, so it was tough to see through the water, but I knew what I saw. Carl, the sort of gentleman, collected the pieces and turned away as she got herself back in order. We all laughed.
Ashley complained as they walked up the steps out of the pool. Carl's speedo did not conceal that he liked tossing his cousin around, and more. He wasn't hard, but he sure wasn't soft.
"Carl, you're a perv. You do that on purpose."
Carl shrugged and gave her his, good old boy smile, "One, you didn't have to engage, and two, you should think twice about wrestling with your big strong cousin wearing dental floss over you're your IBT's.
Ashley, catching Carl off guard shoved him back into the pool, "IBT that, you pig!"
Ashley's only an A, almost a B. I always thought she looked amazing, almost six feet tall, sinewy, and tanned. She's a little sensitive about her breasts, particularly because her aunt has more. Not huge, but full and round, her twin brother knowing all too well how they feel. That was a long time ago.
Carl got back out and dried off. Deb finished her iced tea, "Well, bro, we gotta head back to the house. Carl, you coming for dinner?" When Jack was killed, Deb couldn't stand to be in the city, so she moved. I already owned the house next to mine; I may have anticipated my twin—you know how that twin thinking goes—and moved in. That was two years ago.
I cleaned up my kitchen, my mind, as usual, full of conflict. Normally I'd be over at Deb's house, but I do investment advising and my clients are very wealthy, very powerful, and very particular so, I meet them when it suits them and I have a meeting, online, in twenty minutes. It was going to be long, so I made a sandwich and sat at the kitchen table, thinking.
I do this a lot lately. Talk myself off the ledge of perversion. I have sexual thoughts about my twin sister and now, my daughter. Deb and I have a little history, but I've never done anything but admire Ashley. I have two problems with my daughter, one, she's my daughter, which stirs wicked thoughts, and two, she looks like her mom who was a sexual creature. I look at the clock, I have time.
On my bed, naked and hard, Ashley's thong pressed against my face as I masturbated. I got it out of the laundry this morning. I'm sure she masturbates in them, they smell so fucking good.
It doesn't take long, never does. As my cock spurts all over my abdomen, I remember watching that when I was eighteen, but it was my sister's hand making it happen.
Carl
So, just to make sure this is cool, I'm eighteen, ok? So's my cousin, Ashley. I had a girlfriend, Patty; we lost our virginity together. We fucked all the time. She taught me how to lick pussy and I taught her how to suck cock.
We broke up at the beginning of the summer. We're heading to different colleges and, to be honest, most of what we had between us was between our legs. But now I've got a problem. You see, I have noticed my mom and cousin. Yeah, I know, but you know what I mean. They aren't just my mom and cousin anymore, they are women. Fucking hot looking women.
I am pulling my dick off all the time thinking about them. It is so fucking wrong, but I can't help it. I use Mom and Ashe's panties to jack off. I don't do it often, I'm scared of being caught, but it is sooo fuckin hot.
I hugged Mom the other day. I've started hugging her more, she likes it, I have to be careful, I get hard. Anyway, I was standing behind her, put my arms around her body. I took a chance, had my hands higher, I felt the slightest swell of her breasts on my thumbs. Mom covered my hands, I think to stop me, but she didn't do it immediately. Maybe? No, I'm just a horny dope.
Ashley hates it when I throw her in the pool. I know that; I do it anyway because I think she doesn't hate it as much as she says. My cousin has the cutest little titties. I like small ones, so shoot me, okay? She knows I'm gonna toss her in the pool and she still wears tiny little swimsuits that always come off. With the water and all, I haven't seen her real naked, but I've seen those titties and I love them. She calls me a perv, but there's no anger in it and we both know it. Today was a first. I dumped her in and we wrestled, her little floss bikini fell off and I made a move, I put my hands over her breasts. She howled, but her nipples were rock hard and she let my hands stay there for a few seconds. Maybe. I have to be so careful. My cock has no fucking brain and this could be awful.
Dan
My client called and canceled. They do that. I closed the call with her and was about to head over to Debs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and on my step was a woman, mid-twenties, curvy, with short black hair and blue eyes. In the seconds between when I saw her, and she spoke I had a thought.
"Hello, father."
My first girlfriend looked just like her. I ended up getting her pregnant. My family sent me off to boarding school. Her family was very, very conservative and powerful. I asked, but I was never told what happened. I assumed an abortion. We moved right after that. Now my past stood in front of me. I bumbled a quick reply.
"Um, hello?"
Then I remembered my manners. "Uh, well, come in please."
As she came in, my mind reeled. Is this true? Is this a scam? What is she after? I was ready to take responsibility for my actions and I have a very good lawyer to fend off any claims. I just needed to be patient and let her talk.
She was well-dressed, in shorts from a good store, a polo shirt, and Nikes. She was poised in her movements. She settled on my big sectional.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
She fixed with those ice-blue eyes, just like her mom, "Yes, thank you. That would be nice. Iced tea if you have it."
I got us both a glass and brought them in. I pulled a chair in front of where she sat, sipped my tea, put it down, and waited.
"I don't want money. Let me make that clear. I'm sorry to drop into your life like this. I've known for over a month, and I have twisted myself in knots over how to connect. Mom would never tell me who my father was. She wasn't angry, she just felt that I didn't need to know."
She took a sip of tea. I noticed her hand was a little shaky. She put the glass down. "Out of respect for her, I never pursued it. She and my stepfather were killed a year ago in a car crash. I found a few hints in her things, but the rest I put together by myself. If this is a problem for you or your wife, I can leave. But I had to at least meet you."
I said nothing, stunned at the revelation. The girl just sat and waited. I shook my head to clear the torrent of thoughts. "I'm divorced. It's just me and my daughter Ashley. Um, what is your name?"
She blushed, "I'm sorry. I'm not doing very well at this. My name is Sam Conners, short for Samantha."
"Thank you, Sam. This is going to sound bad, but after I got your mother pregnant, I was sent off to boarding school. Your mom's parents were very strict and powerful. We moved and I never heard, I assumed they had paid for an...."
"Abortion." Sam replied, "I understand. At her age and being single with her family, it was a huge scandal. My mother only talked about it once. She was sent to live with relatives, an uncle, and an aunt."
"Well, that's probably more than I need to know. Please, tell me about yourself. You mentioned a stepfather?"
Sam's shoulders dropped, the muscles in her face loosened, she leaned back, "Thank you for being so kind. I was so afraid."
"It's okay. You can imagine my surprise when I opened my door. I saw your mother. Really did number on me."
Sam laughed, "Yeah, we were regularly taken for siblings. After I was born, Mom and I lived with her aunt and uncle. A few years after, Mom got married. Her parents were deeply opposed and did everything they could to stop it. They failed, and when Mom got married, they ended any contact with her."
I shook my head, "Not to make this about me, but my wife abandoned me and Ashley when Ashley was five. I have never understood how a person could do that. Had I known you existed, I would have found you. I owe you."
Sam took my hand, "You didn't, and you don't. You cannot be held accountable for what has been kept from you."
"So, Sam. Back to your life, if you would."
Sam laughed, "Tough to sum up twenty-five years. I'll give you the express version. No siblings. Bob, my stepdad, was amazing. I was always his daughter, not his stepdaughter. Nobody but a few close friends even knew. He was a truck driver, hard-working, honest, and loving. He and mom had a marriage from heaven. Mom worked as an office manager. I killed school. Mom said I got your brains," Sam waved her hand slowly around the room. "She was right. You're very successful, Dan... Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what to call you."
"Well, I am your father, so you can call me Dad, or you can call me Dan, or any variation of those."
"What is your daughter going to think?"
"Ashley's eighteen now, she's an adult. My twin sister, a widow, lives next door with her son, Carl. If you are okay with it, I'd like to introduce you to all of them."
Sam reached out and took my hand. Hers was warm, soft. Her eyes met mine, I squeezed gently, she squeezed back, "Thank you—Dad. I was so afraid."
My mind was a jumble. Being a single dad, my life focus had been Ashley. I'd dated some, had some affairs with married women, but not for a long time. Now, in front of me was a woman who was a copy of my first girlfriend, who was memorable—the same black hair and curvy body. I noticed, to my shame, that her nipples had become erect. Elizabeth's were so long and thick. I didn't know that was unusual, she was my first, and I hers.
I released Sam's hand, conscious that I'd held it a little too long. She let her fingers trail along my hand as I pulled back, keeping her eyes on mine. She smiled. I became aware that I had a half-erect penis. I grabbed my phone, called Deb, "Hey, sis. Put out two more plates."
"Um, okay, and why?"
"You'll see."
The plate shattered as it hit Deb's ceramic tile floor. She stood, stunned, her mouth literally hanging open. She knew Elizabeth, they had been close friends.
"Mom! You okay?" Carl said as he and Ashely knelt to pick up the broken plate, "Who is this, Dad?" Ashley asked.
"Sorry, Deb, I should have told you. Kids, this is Samantha Conners, my daughter."
Now the kids stared. Sam blushed, looked at me for support. She got down on the floor with the kids and picked up pieces, "Here, let me help."
Deb wiped her hands on a towel, over and over, "When...How?....Who?" She stammered.
I held up my hand, "Dinner's ready, let's eat and get to know each other."
By the end of dinner, it was late. We shared our lives. Sam had grown up in a loving, lower-middle-class family. She was a gifted student, had two Master's degrees, and was preparing to defend her Doctoral thesis.
Carl stood and extended his hand to Sam. She stood and walked around the table, took his hand. "Welcome to your family," he said. Sam slid in and hugged her cousin, "Thank you so very much."
Deb and Ashley hugged her, and we cleaned up dinner. It was after eleven.
"I've got school tomorrow, Dad. I'm crashing."
"Me too." Carl announced and they left as the three of us finished cleaning.
Deb asked, "How far did you travel?"
"About ten hours. It was a long day," Sam answered, "I've got a reservation at a motel."
I jumped in, "Sam, I have a guest room, please stay."
"You sure?" It's been a heavy night. You might want to take some time to process all of this."
"No, please stay."
The kitchen was clean. I invited Sam and Deb back to my place so we could talk some more. Deb didn't have to work tomorrow, so she was in.
On the way back to my house, Deb helped Sam get her duffle out of her car. I went straight to the back of the house. I heard Deb taking Sam to the guest room. Deb came out onto the pool deck with two beers, sat in the lounge next to me.
"She doesn't have a reservation. Her car is about to fall apart, and she has a sleeping bag rolled out on the back seat. She's damn smart, but she hasn't got two nickels to rub together."
During dinner, both Deb and I had steered the conversation to areas that only Sam would know. We were both convinced beyond any doubt.
"You think this is a scam?"
Deb put her hand over mine. "No. No way. That girl is a survivor. She is just what she said, she just left out the part where she's broke."
We both turned, hearing the slider. Sam stepped out, holding a beer wearing a long tee shirt, the hem hitting the middle of her toned thighs. She sat on the lounge next to Deb, held up the beer, "Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all."
Sam took a long drink, sat sideways on the lounge, "You two are pretty cool about all this."
"Your mother and I were close friends until..."
"I never knew. Mom only talked about that once."
"When I opened that door, it was like seeing Elizabeth. I knew who you were immediately, and I was shocked, but happy. A daughter I never knew I had."
"What are your plans?" Deb asked.
Sam took a drink and lay back on the lounge, "I have to defend my thesis in two months. I was ready to when the accident happened, I postponed my defense. I'm just now getting back to preparing. I guess I'll head back."
"Do you have to be there to prepare?" I asked.
Sam put her beer down, looked across my sister to me, "No I don't."
"Do you have a place to live back there? Your house?" I asked.
Sam looked down, "No. I had to sell everything. There were bills."
"Friends?" Deb said.
"All my friends were from college and grad school, scattered all over the world."
"Stay here, please," I said.
Sam teared up, "I don't need a handout. Once I have my Ph.D. I have job offers."
Deb looked at me and then Sam, "Helping your family is not a handout."
"Thank you," Sam replied.
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
"It's hot here, even at night. You use that pool much?"
Deb laughed, "Oh you mean the crime scene?"
Sam frowned, I held up my hand, "Deb's being funny. We all use it, but Carl and Ashley are constantly pranking each other and wrestling in the water."
Sam arched an eyebrow and then relaxed it, "Interesting. Nice to know they get along so well."
Deb leaned back in her lounge, "Really, you'd think they were the twins."
Sam put her empty bottle down, "Mind if I swim?"
"Any time you want. You live here."
Sam stood up, crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her tee shirt. In a smooth motion, she whisked it off, letting it fall.
Deb found my hand and squeezed as we looked at my naked daughter casually walk to the edge of the pool, and dive in.
In those seconds, I took in every detail. Sam exercised somewhere. She was very toned. Not tan. Her hair was thick and cut to the nape of her neck. Her breasts were just like her mother's, I guess a C and they sat proud and long capped with nipples that had to be an inch long. Her waist was trim and thin, leading down to full hips and a perfect, round ass, just like her mother. Between her muscular legs, a trimmed triangle of pubic hair.
Yes, I got all that in seconds and, I'm embarrassed to say, I got hard.
"What the fuck?" Deb said.
"Well, sis, we succeeded in making her feel at home."
As Sam did leisurely laps, Deb watched, "It is the best way to swim, at least for me."
I turned and stared at my sister, "And how would you know that?"
Deb giggled, "I sneak over here all the time. Late at night. You never knew?"
Sam finished a lap and started again, "No. I had no idea."
Deb smiled, "Really? And here I thought you'd be peeking out your window at your sister swimming naked in your pool."
I think I blushed. She was right, of course, I would, every time, and masturbate while watching.
"Would you?" Deb asked, a whimsical smile on her face.
Sam walked out of the pool at the far end, interrupting my answer. She walked casually along the pool deck, stopped, got a towel out of the box, and walked back to us. It was obvious that she was very comfortable nude.
"So, I guess I should explain," Sam said to our astonished faces.
Deb laughed, "Yeah, I'd sure like to know."
I nodded, still excited looking at her, knowing how wrong that was, and not caring.
Sam pulled a lounge around in front of us and sat. She tossed the towel aside and sat, her legs open enough to give me a clear view of the tight line of her vagina, wisps of black hair framing the ruffled skin. I got my eyes back on hers, hoping I wasn't caught.
I was. Sam just smiled. I looked at Deb, who was blushing. She looked too?
"So, nudity. We weren't nudists, we were just casual. We lived in a small house, only one bathroom. When I got to be eighteen, it just sort of occurred. Mom was first, not bothering to cover up leaving the shower. She explained that it was no big deal, nudity was natural. Me, being a rebel at heart, just like my mom, joined in. It really didn't bother me. So, we didn't hang around naked, but we made no effort to cover up. You know all those times you go, 'oh I gotta put something on to...' well, we didn't. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
Deb shook her head, looked at me, "No, not uncomfortable, just surprised."
"So, you never swam naked here?"
"Well, I never have, but I just found out my sister does on a regular basis while I'm asleep."
Sam looked at Deb, "Oh, you sneaky little girl."
Deb slapped Sam's knee, "You're just like your mother. I'm going to love having you around."
Sam picked up her tee shirt, not bothering to put it on, "I'll behave when Carl and Ashley are around. I need to go to bed, I'm beat."
Sam went into the house, closing the slider behind her.
"I gotta get home. I don't have to work, but I have a ton of stuff to do."
"Well, it's been an eventful evening."
I put the bottles down as my sister moved in for a hug. We do that.
"Dan, this has been an amazing night. It's like I have my best friend back."
"I'm glad you're happy. I hope the kids will be good with this."
"They will. I could tell."
Deb made no move to break our hug. I was stirring and nervous about that. Deb pressed in, just the tiniest bit, and whispered, "Would you have looked?"
She broke our hug and turned as I whispered back, "Yes." She just kept walking.
As I stroked my cock, I re-ran that vision of the daughter I never knew I had, the perfect copy of her mother, walking naked and sitting, talking to us, her amazing body there to admire. Now I had three forbidden women to lust after. I unloaded, feeling the surge of endorphins. I am so fucking needy. I've got to be careful.
The next morning, Ashley was off to school, and I was in my office, supporting capitalism when I heard the guest room door open. Sam would pass in front of my door to go to the kitchen, I was curious.
She paused at the doorway, wearing loose shorts and a tank top.
"You were wondering, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was."
"I told you, it's just casual, not a lifestyle. I'll ask every time."
"Thank you."
I stopped work and had breakfast with my daughter. She had a lot of work to do and needed space. I told her to use the dining room table, a vast expanse of mahogany that we never use, preferring the table in the kitchen.
I could see the table from my desk and watched her. She was just like her mother. I fought to concentrate but managed to get some work done.
Sam and I fell into a comfortable relationship. We chatted as we worked, our bond growing.
Sometime after lunch, Sam got up and walked to the door of my office, "Mind if I swim?"
I don't think she owns a swimsuit, "No, not a bit."
Sam angled her head and gave a wry smile, "Join me?"
I felt like this woman could read my mind. It was scary. I blushed, couldn't help it, "No. No thank you."
My daughter stood in the door to my office and tossed off her shirt, no bra. Ignoring my surprise, she slipped off her shorts, revealing a black G-string that covered her trimmed pubic patch perfectly. Her fingers slipped under the thin waist string and slid the tiny panty off, hooking it with her toe and leaving it on the pile.
"Okay." She said and walked out to the pool.
My cock was hard. I heard the slider open, and I had that black G-string in my hand before the door closed.
I stood back from the window, my shorts and briefs at my ankles. My daughter's warm underwear at my nose, my hand stroking my cock as I watched her perfect ass appear and disappear in the water. She smelled wonderful, different from my other daughter. I keep trying to get Deb's panties but haven't yet. My guilt faded. I accepted my taboo lust, promising myself that I would not do anything stupid, with any of them.
I nursed and edged as she swam. She finished at the house end, walking up the cast in steps. I faded back into the room, still watching.
Sam dried herself slowly, carefully, face, hair, firm breasts, and shapely legs.
Then, she spread her legs and ran the towel over her pussy. Biting her lip, she dried some more and then dropped the towel, looking at the window behind which I hid. I knew she couldn't see me; I've done this before.
Sam's hand moved up her leg. I was panting. Her fingers moved over her pubic patch, lower. Her eyes closed as her fingers found her pussy. She stood and masturbated for a minute while I came in the empty coffee mug on my desk. A deeply satisfying ejaculation.
As Sam walked towards the door, I quickly dressed, knowing, yes, if she offers, I will fuck my daughter.
I was back at my desk when Sam got to my door. She looked at the pile of her clothes and smiled. Fuck, I hadn't put her G-string back in the right place. I nearly lifted the desk with my cock as my daughter slipped that G-string on and slid it up her legs slowly, nestling it over her pussy while she talked. So casual.
"That pool is awesome. It's so relaxing. I've done nothing but study and close up my Mom and Bob's estate, such as it was."
Sam paused, holding her shirt and my attention to her wonderfully proud and symmetrical breasts, "Dan, Dad, thank you for taking me in. I'll be honest. I didn't have a reservation; I've been living in my car. If you rejected me, I was going to head back home. I didn't really have a plan and I think, even though I consciously thought otherwise, I put a lot of hope that you would take this well. I wasn't here for money. I knew little about you..."
Sam slipped her tee shirt on, the fabric getting hung up on her long nipples, she flicked it and it dropped, "I talk too much. In my family, we talked about almost everything. I learned in high school that my family was different. I was telling my bestie how Mom, Bob, and I had talked about masturbation. She was so shocked she got up and left. It was two days before she spoke to me again. I didn't think it was a big deal. Mom and Bob were just saying it's natural and not to be ashamed. It's not like they demonstrated or anything."
I laughed. Sam was pulling up her shorts, "Did I say something funny?"
"You are just like your mother. She had no filter. I think it was a reaction to her parents who were laser-beam straight and as hard as granite."
"I wouldn't know. I never met them, and Mom only talked about them once. Just said they didn't approve of her marriage and broke contact."
"Sam, you can talk about anything. I'm cool. After your first time in the pool, I'm ready for anything."
"What about your sister?"
"Deb and Liz were best friends. I'll bet she knows things I don't."
Sam smiled in that same wicked way her mother did, "You sure?"
I ignored any foreboding, "Yes."
We each went back to our work. Around four, Deb came by. The kids had sports and wouldn't be home for another hour.
We moved to the pool deck. As we settled, Deb asked Sam, 'So, Sam, what are your degrees in and what is the topic of your Doctorate?"
Sam put down her glass of iced tea, "Well, I was telling Dad earlier that my family was much more open than most. I almost lost a friend when I was telling her how my family talked about masturbation."
Deb stared at her, Sam held up her hand, "Only that it was okay and accepted and that I should not feel ashamed, but my friend was quite shocked. Well, that got me thinking and when I went to college I majored in Psychology. Then, my first masters was in Sociology and my second in sexual and social constructs in world cultures. Now, my Ph.D. will be in human sexuality. I love the topic, but there is a mercenary reason. Sex in the U.S. is a huge issue, and a lot of people have problems with it. My goal is to work with a psychiatrist, treating people with sexual issues."
Deb leaned back, "Wow. Well, you're way beyond me, but now I know who to ask if I have any questions. What sort of stuff does your thesis cover?"
"My practice is to interview people to get the real story. I have names and places, but only to back up my thesis if I am confronted. Not likely. Well, I've already done the section on the hot-button issue of trans-ism. Now I'm working on incest."
"Not much to go on there." I observed.
Sam shook her head, "Outside of the U.S. it's different. There's a few countries where consensual incest between adults is legal. As far as the U.S., I thought there would be very little information until I met a professor who had done a study. He never pursued it, but he encouraged me and said he had a feeling there was a lot more than anybody thinks. Knowing what I'd found out in Europe and Russia, I agreed."
Deb fidgeted in her chair, her eyes flicked to me and back to Sam, "Is it creepy?"
Sam paused, looked at my sister, trying to read her, "No. My work deals with consensual incest between adults, so I avoid the dark side."
"But it's not very common. Must have been tough to get information." Deb said.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, that's what I thought too. Gonna be tough to fill a thesis, but I have gotten quite an education. I started studying countries in Europe and Russia, where consensual adult incest is legal. Because incest is so taboo, there appears to be little factual information. That initially frustrated me, but I am a very stubborn driven woman. I found a source of incest information and I was very surprised at the amount of activity. After that, I got permission to do a sex survey on the campus of a major university. Most of the questions were easy, almost puerile, to disguise the two questions of the fifteen that I needed answered. One, have you ever had sexual relations with a relative? And two, more than once."
"Clever. What were you expecting?" I asked.
"I was thinking maybe ten percent would answer yes to the first one and less to the second. I was stunned. Over 30 percent said they had and over 80 percent of them said more than once. It was then that I knew I was on to something."
Deb sat up, "Thirty percent? Really? And so many more than once? Wow."
I was paying attention to Sam. Deb's remark seemed to be more than just a remark. I looked at her and our eyes met. She smiled and nodded.
Sam took a sip and put the glass down, "I know. I wanted to talk to those students, ask them to tell me their stories, but I had relied on anonymity, and I couldn't identify them. But now I knew something. Incest is much more prevalent in the U.S. than I ever imagined. I had to figure out how to get the stories."
Deb got up, "Excuse me."
My sister walked into the house. I assume to the bathroom.
Sam leaned back in the lounger, "I never get to talk about my work. I'm afraid people will be revolted. Thank you and Deb for listening."
"Sam, I know I can speak for Deb and me. We're intrigued by your topic and impressed with your determination and depth of knowledge.
Deb came back out. Her face flushed, she glanced at me quickly and sat down.
I looked at my watch, "Sam, I'm fascinated by your work, but I have a client meeting early, so I have to go to bed. G'night all."
We all stood, Deb hugged me, but cautiously, it felt odd. "Thanks, Dan." I watched her leave, curious about her mood.
Sam and I picked up the few things left. She hugged me outside my door, "Thank you, Dad. I feel so at home here."
Those words, like a hot knife stabbing my guilt about what holding this girl does to me. My cock firmed. She was her mother, warm, firm, curvy, she even smelled the same. I let her go and headed for my room.
I turned on the light, closed the door. I took off my shirt and slipped off my shorts, no underwear. I pulled back the bed.
Perfectly positioned, a blue Victoria's Secret thong. I picked it up, it was soaked. My cock in my hand I pressed my sister's panty to my face. I remembered the day we were caught, yanking my hand from between her legs while our mother yelled, but still getting it close enough to smell my sister's pussy. Her scent had improved with age. I masturbated, the thong alternating between wrapped around my cock and pressed to my face. My orgasm was knee-bending good.
Carl
I just shot all over the fucking place thinking about Sam. She's fucking gorgeous. I am in so much trouble. I just know I'm going to do something stupid, but I can't help it.
I hear noise, soft noise. I smile, no, yes. I have to try and see.
I get up, still naked, and walk across the hall. Mom's door is closed but I can hear her. My mother is masturbating. My cock grows, my big brain steps back and the little one says, 'Try the door. You know you want to see. She won't catch you.'
I know her room. Mom's bed is at right angles to the door, the headboard to my left. The door opens to my right. I push the handle down. The hall is pitch dark. My dick is doing all the thinking. I'm naked with a boner, getting ready to peek at my mom masturbating, nope, not stupid at all.
Now the door clears the frame. There's a small light in the room, so she may not see me. I can see her. She's fucking gorgeous.
Mom, naked, nothing over her. She's sweating a little, guess she's been at it a while. I've never seen my mother naked. Her tits are bigger than Ashley's, but still cute. Her nipples are long and hard. She's on her back, leaning away a little, looking at her tablet. No video, looks like a story. Her leg is raised giving me a perfect view. Mom doesn't shave like Ashley does. A nice tangle of blonde hair surrounds her wet and open pussy, a fat dildo sliding in and out. I nearly cum hands-free. I can hear that toy sloshing, I can smell my mother's excitement. She has such a nice ass. She's lying on a towel and she's close to cumming.
I want to go back to my room, get my phone, but I think she'll be done before I get back.
Mom's other hand moves down. The tablet falls over as she pinches her clit. Her hips are shaking, and I see the flow of her orgasm as she moans, "Oh Dan."
Fuck! I pull the door closed carefully and walk quickly back to my room.
Lying on my bed. Did she really say that? Her brother, my uncle?
I can't help it. My cock is an iron bar. As I stroke it, I have a thought. Hey, if she's okay thinking about fucking her brother, what about me?
I spray my belly, wondering. My taboo dream may not be such a dream. But I gotta be careful and I don't have any idea how to test it.
Dan
I slept fitfully. Around midnight, I thought I heard something. I got up, went to the window.
Deb, swimming naked in the pool. Ashley's room is on the other side of the house. Sam's window faces the driveway. I left my room.
She didn't see me slip into the pool. It was dark. She started when I came behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin seemed to tingle under my fingers. My body shook, I was eighteen again in my mind, breaking the rules, but needy and curious. Deb flinched, then leaned back into me. She could feel my erection in the cleft of her perfect ass.
"So, you saw me."
"Yes."
Still looking away, she spoke, "Seems like what we almost did is pretty common."
"Yeah, I was surprised."
Deb turned to face me, still a few inches away. Her nipples were long and hard, and my cock brushed her pubic hair, "Why didn't you try again?"
"Because, my sister, you weren't there for the result when we got caught masturbating each other. Mom and Dad blamed me. Accused me of forcing myself on you, nearly raping you. I was told if I ever did anything that even looked suspicious, I'd be out of the house."
"I never knew. They never said anything to me. I'm sorry. I started it."
"So, we went off to college and met someone and got married and I thought that you had changed your mind, just an urge that passed."
Deb moved closer. My hard cock touched her leg, "Did your urge pass?"
I pressed in, my hard penis touching her closed thighs, her pubic hair tickling. "No, sis, it never did. Did the urge wane for you?"
My sister's modest breasts pressed into my chest, her nipples like pinpoints. "No, brother, it never did, but I had the same assumption about you, just an urge that got scared out of you. But now, here we are, knowing so much more thanks to your daughter."
"Yeah, I guess we weren't so weird after all."
Deb trailed a finger over my shoulder and down my arm, "Did you like my gift?"
My sister moved. With our height difference, my erection was pressed against her pubic hair. I moved my hands to her hips, "Yes, I was very surprised."
My sister looked into my eyes, "Did you...?"
I whispered, "Masturbate? Yes, I did. With no guilt at all."
Deb was moving her hips sideways now, letting my cock rub on her mound. I was so hard it hurt, "I've wanted to do that since I moved next door. I never stopped thinking about that day. I even told Jack. We did a role play once. We both came like crazy. But you are always so proper, so under control."
"I thought you felt what we did was a phase, you grew out of it. If I had seen you swimming, I would have watched, and masturbated."
"That's all?" She said.
"Yes, until today."
We embraced, my cock vertical against her pussy, her breasts pressed into my chest, my hands filled with her firm, round ass. We were both panting. Deb whispered, her lips brushing mine, "So, what do you want to do?"
I let my fingers drop down her ass and between her legs. Deb opened them and for the first time since we were on her bed naked all those years ago, I felt my sister's excited vagina, "I want to make love to my sister."
Our mouths met, tongues wrestling, bodies grinding. She felt so good. I knew why. I loved my sister, but what made me so horny was that this was wrong.
Deb pulled back, panting, "Brother if you don't take me to your bed and fuck me right now, I will move away, and you'll never see me again."
"One-off? Just to finish what we started way back then?"
Deb walked to the steps, dragging me by the hand. As we quickly dried ourselves, she said, "Fuck no. You'll be lucky if I don't suck your cock in front of everybody."
We were walking through the slider, "I don't think our kids are ready for that," I said.
As Deb closed my bedroom door, she whispered, "Don't bet on that."
My sister clicked on a bedside light, "I'm not doing this in the dark like it's sneaky. I'm proud to make love to my brother and I want to see every bit."
As I watched, Deb got on the bed. As she moved, I could see her pussy, framed by wisps of blonde hair. Her vagina was open, full, and very wet. She lay on the bed, grabbed a pillow, and put it under her, "I am so excited. I want to do everything. I haven't had sex in over a year, and I masturbate thinking about my brother. I want to fuck as often as we can get away with it, but right now, I need you to put your brother cock in my sister pussy. Fuck me, Dan, fuck your sister."
Me, on my arms over Deb. Her, biting her lip. The head of my cock nestled at her entrance, "I love you Sis."
Deb orgasmed as my cock filled her. The forbidden grasp of her wet vagina. The intense sensation, all other input fading as my body concentrates on the sensations coming from my penis. Sliding in, the warm embrace of her pussy, feeling every contour and bump until I was fully in her. Her eyes wide, her smile beaming. I had thought about this so many times. Masturbated envisioning the event. I even closed my eyes while fucking my wife, imagined it was my sister.
"Oh, Dan. So good. I love you. Oh fuuucccckkkk..."
I pulled back, slid in again. I was going slowly, savoring every sensation as if we'd never get to do this again. Deb clenched her pussy, "Brother, fuck me hard. I need it."
"I'm not going to last long."
I went faster, fucking her hard. So needy, so horny. Our bodies slapped as they met.
"S'ok, cum in me, I'm fixed."
My body on top of hers now. Skin to skin, sweaty, feral. My arms under her, hands cupping her head for leverage. Slamming my cock into my sister, "So, am I. Oh, fuck. Gonna cum sis."
I felt the surge. I slammed home and held as the best orgasm I ever had rolled over me and my cum jetted deep inside Deb. She came too, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body quaking.
We lay like that for a few seconds. Panting. I pushed up and rolled off. Deb rolled and lay next to me, her leg and wet pussy on my thigh, "If we had done that back then, I'd have never gotten married."
I moved my face to hers, "Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't have either." I kissed her, deep but gentle.
I rolled my sister onto her back and trailed my tongue across her breast.
"Don't do that. I fucking cum just from that. How soon?"
I left a trail of saliva on her skin as my tongue moved lower, "Gotta clean you up first."
Deb flinched, "Oh, no. No, you don't have to do that, really."
I pushed her legs open. Her vagina was red, but happy, a trail of our fluids at the base, "You're right, I don't have to. I want to."
Deb came as my mouth contacted her pussy. She grabbed my head and thrust her trim hips into my face. "Oh, Dan, lick my fucking pussy. Ohhhh fuuuckkk."
I licked her clean and sucked on her clit till she came again, filling my mouth. She pulled me up and over her, "Fuckin' wow. I love you brother."
We fell asleep. Bad plan.
Deb jabbed me, "The fucking sun's coming up!"
I bolted upright, "You need to get out of here before anybody sees you."
Deb was out of the bed, "No shit. I didn't wear anything. Love ya bro. Later."
Carl.
Just one of those things, right? I was awake, couldn't sleep, standing at my window. Dawn coming on, just enough light to see my naked mother, running across the yard from my uncle's house. My cock was hard in a second. There is only one reason Mom would be running naked from her brother's house. She finally got her fantasy. I masturbated. If she's willing with her brother.... I blasted all over the window.
Dan
After Deb left I couldn't sleep. I've wanted my sister since we were eighteen. After that summer, I never tried anything, terrified of our parents, but I never stopped thinking about it. Then, we married, and I assumed she had outgrown the desire that still raged in me. Now we're lovers. Incestuous lovers. I took a deep breath. I like it. I don't care. But I knew this had to be kept between us.
I read and tried to sleep but failed. I heard Ashley get up and the door close as she left for her weekend job. I finished my chapter and pulled on a pair of shorts. I smiled. I don't think Sam would be bothered if I didn't.
As I crossed the living room, I could see Sam in the pool swimming laps, naked, of course. I stood and watched, letting my penis harden and not ashamed at all.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Sam's shorts and tank on the floor. But laying on the counter in a perfect display, was a white thong panty, all lace, and wet. Yeah, I did. I pressed my daughter's panty to my mouth and tasted her. She'd masturbated, it was full of her essence. I peeked out the door to the pool. Sam was drying off. I put the panty back, a little mussed, and snuck out of the kitchen.
Sam wore only that white thong when I walked back in, just getting up you know, she smiled that wicked smile, "Mornin' Dad."
"Mornin'" I replied, putting my hands on her hips as I moved behind her to get my coffee, "Morning swim?"
"And how would you know that?" She asked, cocking her head.
"I can smell the chlorine in your hair."
I got that, 'that's BS, but it's good BS' look. "I'm taking today off."
Sitting with my coffee and roll, enjoying looking at my curvy daughter as she finished dressing, "Good plan."
"Deb free today?"
"Probably. Why do you ask?"
Sam sat across from me, her nipples poking the fabric of her tank top, "You two were so interested. I'd like to share more and get your opinions."
"Sure. I'll call Deb." My mind replaying being over my sister and in her just hours ago. My penis grew. I had to think about something else, I had no underwear on.
Carl
Ashe and I were out on a delivery. We both have the same work.
"So, I hung out with Sam last night." Ashe said.
"She's cool and wicked smart."
"I asked her what she had all those degrees in."
"Yeah? Probably economics or business shit."
Ashe turned to me, smiling, "No doofus. It's sex."
I laughed, "You can get a degree in that? Hell, I'm in."
My cousin laughed, "Yeah, the homework would be awesome, but no, not like that. She studied the sexual rules of societies around the world. She was doing that trans-stuff and now she's on another topic,"
"Which is?"
"Incest."
This was getting interesting, "Must be tough. That's a lot of fantasy."
Ashe leaned back in the truck. As usual, she had no bra, never really needed one, and her awesome nipples were on high beam. Must like the topic.
"Not true at all. She's gotten a lot of information and, turns out, family sex is a lot more common than most people think."
Now I was very interested, "Like how common?"
"So, she did this study at a big college, asked if anybody had sex with family members. Thirty percent said yes, and, here's the kicker, eighty percent said more than once."
"Fuckin' wow. I had no idea."
"Yeah, that's because it's so forbidden and all."
We were at the place. Ashe and I unloaded for an hour. The boss had said that was it for us today, just drop the truck when we were done.
On the interstate, heading back. Just the radio playing, no talk. I'm thinking about what Sam was studying. I know how I feel, and now I know I'm not as fucked up as I thought. As I drove, I glanced at Ashe. Her tank was sweaty and clung to her small breasts. She's my type, tall thin, killer ass, but she's my cousin, first cousin.
"You don't have to do that." Ashe said.
"Do what?"
Ashe was looking out the window, "That thing with the pool."
"Aww, you don't like getting wet?"
Ashley turned to face me, "I like getting wet a lot."
I blushed. I caught the meaning of that, "So, then, you shouldn't complain."
She was back looking out the window, "You just do that because you know my suit will come off. The other day you grabbed my tits."
I needed to be careful. Don't let my dick do the talking, "That was an accident, really."
Ashley turned to face me again, "Carl, if you want to see me, all you have to do is ask."
Wow, never expected that, "Like, now?"
Ashley laughed, "No doofus, we're driving."
I pulled into the next rest stop, parked in the back of the truck lot. Ashley smiled, "Here? You're such a romantic. This cab is not real good for that, you know."
I looked at my cousin, "In the back. Ashley, will you take your clothes off for me?"
My cousin blushed, "On one condition, you do too."
Dan
Deb and I sat in loungers on the patterned concrete deck around my pool. Carl, Deb's son, was doing laps. The pool isn't quite as big as a college pool, but close enough. He's the star of his high school swim team and he trains constantly. He's a senior, turned eighteen a few months ago, heading off to college in the fall, full-ride swimming and academic. I'm just a little proud of my nephew.
Ashley, my daughter, is on a lounge, sunning. Her long blonde hair splayed out around her. Like me, she's tall and lean. She just turned eighteen and is headed to the same school as Carl. She's a volleyball player. No scholarship, she doesn't need one. She has me. She's Dean's list, straight A's all the way.
"This place is going to get a lot bigger when they go." My twin sister mused.
"Please, don't remind me. It is what it is, but I'll miss them more than I can say."
"Zenerva is an asshole. Look at what she missed."
Zenerva was my wife, who one day when Ashley was five, told me she had fallen in love with another woman. In a week, she and whomever went to some island in the Pacific, and we have never heard from her since.
"Her choice. Fortunately, Ashley was so young she had no memory of her. The only mother figure she has is her Aunt Deb, who spoils her shamelessly."
Deb laughed and sipped her iced tea, "Guilty as charged, but I learned from the best. Heli-skiing in Telluride with my son?"
"Hey, sis, you were invited."
Carl exited the pool at the far end, the light blue speedo framed his taut swimmer's body. Deb put her glass down. "Um, no thanks. I much preferred taking your daughter shopping with her daddy's credit card."
"That's what I get for leaving you two alone."
As Carl walked along the pool deck, a mischievous expression on his face, Deb took a deep breath, "I think about Jack a lot. He'd be so proud of Carl and Ashely."
Jack, Deb's husband, was a fireman in a large city. He was killed in the line of duty. Deb, at my insistence, sued the corporation that owned the building and received a big settlement, which, managed by me, the very successful investment guy, has allowed her to live without a need to work full-time.
"You're a great mother, Deb."
She turned to me, "And you have been a terrific father figure for Carl. Thank you."
At that point, decorum morphed into mayhem. Carl, tall, lean, and very defined, leaned over his cousin, his thick shock of shaggy blonde hair dripping water on her firm torso. Ashley opened her eyes in alarm as Carl slipped both arms under his sleeping cousin, and as she howled in protest, dumped her into the pool, diving in after her.
We both laughed, "Oh, it's on now." I said.
"Those two, you'd think they were the twins."
In the pool, Ashley cursed her cousin, climbed up his back, and, using her body as leverage, dumped Carl over.
Watching this—and this was not the first time—stirred feelings in me. Ashe looks like her mom and watching her wrestle with her cousin brought back a few pleasant memories and a guilty feeling. I'm not supposed to have those thoughts.
Looking over, Deb was staring at her son. Her pert nipples making little tents in her shirt. Carl's muscular, lean body glistened with water as he tossed his cousin around, and as has happened before, Ashley's swimsuit, if you can call it that, ended up floating in the pool. Then I caught it. Carl's hands slipped around and gently grasped his cousin's small breasts. It was a nanosecond. Ashely looked up at us, howled, and covered herself, but I could see it was an act. They were in the deeper end, so it was tough to see through the water, but I knew what I saw. Carl, the sort of gentleman, collected the pieces and turned away as she got herself back in order. We all laughed.
Ashley complained as they walked up the steps out of the pool. Carl's speedo did not conceal that he liked tossing his cousin around, and more. He wasn't hard, but he sure wasn't soft.
"Carl, you're a perv. You do that on purpose."
Carl shrugged and gave her his, good old boy smile, "One, you didn't have to engage, and two, you should think twice about wrestling with your big strong cousin wearing dental floss over you're your IBT's.
Ashley, catching Carl off guard shoved him back into the pool, "IBT that, you pig!"
Ashley's only an A, almost a B. I always thought she looked amazing, almost six feet tall, sinewy, and tanned. She's a little sensitive about her breasts, particularly because her aunt has more. Not huge, but full and round, her twin brother knowing all too well how they feel. That was a long time ago.
Carl got back out and dried off. Deb finished her iced tea, "Well, bro, we gotta head back to the house. Carl, you coming for dinner?" When Jack was killed, Deb couldn't stand to be in the city, so she moved. I already owned the house next to mine; I may have anticipated my twin—you know how that twin thinking goes—and moved in. That was two years ago.
I cleaned up my kitchen, my mind, as usual, full of conflict. Normally I'd be over at Deb's house, but I do investment advising and my clients are very wealthy, very powerful, and very particular so, I meet them when it suits them and I have a meeting, online, in twenty minutes. It was going to be long, so I made a sandwich and sat at the kitchen table, thinking.
I do this a lot lately. Talk myself off the ledge of perversion. I have sexual thoughts about my twin sister and now, my daughter. Deb and I have a little history, but I've never done anything but admire Ashley. I have two problems with my daughter, one, she's my daughter, which stirs wicked thoughts, and two, she looks like her mom who was a sexual creature. I look at the clock, I have time.
On my bed, naked and hard, Ashley's thong pressed against my face as I masturbated. I got it out of the laundry this morning. I'm sure she masturbates in them, they smell so fucking good.
It doesn't take long, never does. As my cock spurts all over my abdomen, I remember watching that when I was eighteen, but it was my sister's hand making it happen.
Carl
So, just to make sure this is cool, I'm eighteen, ok? So's my cousin, Ashley. I had a girlfriend, Patty; we lost our virginity together. We fucked all the time. She taught me how to lick pussy and I taught her how to suck cock.
We broke up at the beginning of the summer. We're heading to different colleges and, to be honest, most of what we had between us was between our legs. But now I've got a problem. You see, I have noticed my mom and cousin. Yeah, I know, but you know what I mean. They aren't just my mom and cousin anymore, they are women. Fucking hot looking women.
I am pulling my dick off all the time thinking about them. It is so fucking wrong, but I can't help it. I use Mom and Ashe's panties to jack off. I don't do it often, I'm scared of being caught, but it is sooo fuckin hot.
I hugged Mom the other day. I've started hugging her more, she likes it, I have to be careful, I get hard. Anyway, I was standing behind her, put my arms around her body. I took a chance, had my hands higher, I felt the slightest swell of her breasts on my thumbs. Mom covered my hands, I think to stop me, but she didn't do it immediately. Maybe? No, I'm just a horny dope.
Ashley hates it when I throw her in the pool. I know that; I do it anyway because I think she doesn't hate it as much as she says. My cousin has the cutest little titties. I like small ones, so shoot me, okay? She knows I'm gonna toss her in the pool and she still wears tiny little swimsuits that always come off. With the water and all, I haven't seen her real naked, but I've seen those titties and I love them. She calls me a perv, but there's no anger in it and we both know it. Today was a first. I dumped her in and we wrestled, her little floss bikini fell off and I made a move, I put my hands over her breasts. She howled, but her nipples were rock hard and she let my hands stay there for a few seconds. Maybe. I have to be so careful. My cock has no fucking brain and this could be awful.
Dan
My client called and canceled. They do that. I closed the call with her and was about to head over to Debs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and on my step was a woman, mid-twenties, curvy, with short black hair and blue eyes. In the seconds between when I saw her, and she spoke I had a thought.
"Hello, father."
My first girlfriend looked just like her. I ended up getting her pregnant. My family sent me off to boarding school. Her family was very, very conservative and powerful. I asked, but I was never told what happened. I assumed an abortion. We moved right after that. Now my past stood in front of me. I bumbled a quick reply.
"Um, hello?"
Then I remembered my manners. "Uh, well, come in please."
As she came in, my mind reeled. Is this true? Is this a scam? What is she after? I was ready to take responsibility for my actions and I have a very good lawyer to fend off any claims. I just needed to be patient and let her talk.
She was well-dressed, in shorts from a good store, a polo shirt, and Nikes. She was poised in her movements. She settled on my big sectional.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
She fixed with those ice-blue eyes, just like her mom, "Yes, thank you. That would be nice. Iced tea if you have it."
I got us both a glass and brought them in. I pulled a chair in front of where she sat, sipped my tea, put it down, and waited.
"I don't want money. Let me make that clear. I'm sorry to drop into your life like this. I've known for over a month, and I have twisted myself in knots over how to connect. Mom would never tell me who my father was. She wasn't angry, she just felt that I didn't need to know."
She took a sip of tea. I noticed her hand was a little shaky. She put the glass down. "Out of respect for her, I never pursued it. She and my stepfather were killed a year ago in a car crash. I found a few hints in her things, but the rest I put together by myself. If this is a problem for you or your wife, I can leave. But I had to at least meet you."
I said nothing, stunned at the revelation. The girl just sat and waited. I shook my head to clear the torrent of thoughts. "I'm divorced. It's just me and my daughter Ashley. Um, what is your name?"
She blushed, "I'm sorry. I'm not doing very well at this. My name is Sam Conners, short for Samantha."
"Thank you, Sam. This is going to sound bad, but after I got your mother pregnant, I was sent off to boarding school. Your mom's parents were very strict and powerful. We moved and I never heard, I assumed they had paid for an...."
"Abortion." Sam replied, "I understand. At her age and being single with her family, it was a huge scandal. My mother only talked about it once. She was sent to live with relatives, an uncle, and an aunt."
"Well, that's probably more than I need to know. Please, tell me about yourself. You mentioned a stepfather?"
Sam's shoulders dropped, the muscles in her face loosened, she leaned back, "Thank you for being so kind. I was so afraid."
"It's okay. You can imagine my surprise when I opened my door. I saw your mother. Really did number on me."
Sam laughed, "Yeah, we were regularly taken for siblings. After I was born, Mom and I lived with her aunt and uncle. A few years after, Mom got married. Her parents were deeply opposed and did everything they could to stop it. They failed, and when Mom got married, they ended any contact with her."
I shook my head, "Not to make this about me, but my wife abandoned me and Ashley when Ashley was five. I have never understood how a person could do that. Had I known you existed, I would have found you. I owe you."
Sam took my hand, "You didn't, and you don't. You cannot be held accountable for what has been kept from you."
"So, Sam. Back to your life, if you would."
Sam laughed, "Tough to sum up twenty-five years. I'll give you the express version. No siblings. Bob, my stepdad, was amazing. I was always his daughter, not his stepdaughter. Nobody but a few close friends even knew. He was a truck driver, hard-working, honest, and loving. He and mom had a marriage from heaven. Mom worked as an office manager. I killed school. Mom said I got your brains," Sam waved her hand slowly around the room. "She was right. You're very successful, Dan... Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what to call you."
"Well, I am your father, so you can call me Dad, or you can call me Dan, or any variation of those."
"What is your daughter going to think?"
"Ashley's eighteen now, she's an adult. My twin sister, a widow, lives next door with her son, Carl. If you are okay with it, I'd like to introduce you to all of them."
Sam reached out and took my hand. Hers was warm, soft. Her eyes met mine, I squeezed gently, she squeezed back, "Thank you—Dad. I was so afraid."
My mind was a jumble. Being a single dad, my life focus had been Ashley. I'd dated some, had some affairs with married women, but not for a long time. Now, in front of me was a woman who was a copy of my first girlfriend, who was memorable—the same black hair and curvy body. I noticed, to my shame, that her nipples had become erect. Elizabeth's were so long and thick. I didn't know that was unusual, she was my first, and I hers.
I released Sam's hand, conscious that I'd held it a little too long. She let her fingers trail along my hand as I pulled back, keeping her eyes on mine. She smiled. I became aware that I had a half-erect penis. I grabbed my phone, called Deb, "Hey, sis. Put out two more plates."
"Um, okay, and why?"
"You'll see."
The plate shattered as it hit Deb's ceramic tile floor. She stood, stunned, her mouth literally hanging open. She knew Elizabeth, they had been close friends.
"Mom! You okay?" Carl said as he and Ashely knelt to pick up the broken plate, "Who is this, Dad?" Ashley asked.
"Sorry, Deb, I should have told you. Kids, this is Samantha Conners, my daughter."
Now the kids stared. Sam blushed, looked at me for support. She got down on the floor with the kids and picked up pieces, "Here, let me help."
Deb wiped her hands on a towel, over and over, "When...How?....Who?" She stammered.
I held up my hand, "Dinner's ready, let's eat and get to know each other."
By the end of dinner, it was late. We shared our lives. Sam had grown up in a loving, lower-middle-class family. She was a gifted student, had two Master's degrees, and was preparing to defend her Doctoral thesis.
Carl stood and extended his hand to Sam. She stood and walked around the table, took his hand. "Welcome to your family," he said. Sam slid in and hugged her cousin, "Thank you so very much."
Deb and Ashley hugged her, and we cleaned up dinner. It was after eleven.
"I've got school tomorrow, Dad. I'm crashing."
"Me too." Carl announced and they left as the three of us finished cleaning.
Deb asked, "How far did you travel?"
"About ten hours. It was a long day," Sam answered, "I've got a reservation at a motel."
I jumped in, "Sam, I have a guest room, please stay."
"You sure?" It's been a heavy night. You might want to take some time to process all of this."
"No, please stay."
The kitchen was clean. I invited Sam and Deb back to my place so we could talk some more. Deb didn't have to work tomorrow, so she was in.
On the way back to my house, Deb helped Sam get her duffle out of her car. I went straight to the back of the house. I heard Deb taking Sam to the guest room. Deb came out onto the pool deck with two beers, sat in the lounge next to me.
"She doesn't have a reservation. Her car is about to fall apart, and she has a sleeping bag rolled out on the back seat. She's damn smart, but she hasn't got two nickels to rub together."
During dinner, both Deb and I had steered the conversation to areas that only Sam would know. We were both convinced beyond any doubt.
"You think this is a scam?"
Deb put her hand over mine. "No. No way. That girl is a survivor. She is just what she said, she just left out the part where she's broke."
We both turned, hearing the slider. Sam stepped out, holding a beer wearing a long tee shirt, the hem hitting the middle of her toned thighs. She sat on the lounge next to Deb, held up the beer, "Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all."
Sam took a long drink, sat sideways on the lounge, "You two are pretty cool about all this."
"Your mother and I were close friends until..."
"I never knew. Mom only talked about that once."
"When I opened that door, it was like seeing Elizabeth. I knew who you were immediately, and I was shocked, but happy. A daughter I never knew I had."
"What are your plans?" Deb asked.
Sam took a drink and lay back on the lounge, "I have to defend my thesis in two months. I was ready to when the accident happened, I postponed my defense. I'm just now getting back to preparing. I guess I'll head back."
"Do you have to be there to prepare?" I asked.
Sam put her beer down, looked across my sister to me, "No I don't."
"Do you have a place to live back there? Your house?" I asked.
Sam looked down, "No. I had to sell everything. There were bills."
"Friends?" Deb said.
"All my friends were from college and grad school, scattered all over the world."
"Stay here, please," I said.
Sam teared up, "I don't need a handout. Once I have my Ph.D. I have job offers."
Deb looked at me and then Sam, "Helping your family is not a handout."
"Thank you," Sam replied.
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
"It's hot here, even at night. You use that pool much?"
Deb laughed, "Oh you mean the crime scene?"
Sam frowned, I held up my hand, "Deb's being funny. We all use it, but Carl and Ashley are constantly pranking each other and wrestling in the water."
Sam arched an eyebrow and then relaxed it, "Interesting. Nice to know they get along so well."
Deb leaned back in her lounge, "Really, you'd think they were the twins."
Sam put her empty bottle down, "Mind if I swim?"
"Any time you want. You live here."
Sam stood up, crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her tee shirt. In a smooth motion, she whisked it off, letting it fall.
Deb found my hand and squeezed as we looked at my naked daughter casually walk to the edge of the pool, and dive in.
In those seconds, I took in every detail. Sam exercised somewhere. She was very toned. Not tan. Her hair was thick and cut to the nape of her neck. Her breasts were just like her mother's, I guess a C and they sat proud and long capped with nipples that had to be an inch long. Her waist was trim and thin, leading down to full hips and a perfect, round ass, just like her mother. Between her muscular legs, a trimmed triangle of pubic hair.
Yes, I got all that in seconds and, I'm embarrassed to say, I got hard.
"What the fuck?" Deb said.
"Well, sis, we succeeded in making her feel at home."
As Sam did leisurely laps, Deb watched, "It is the best way to swim, at least for me."
I turned and stared at my sister, "And how would you know that?"
Deb giggled, "I sneak over here all the time. Late at night. You never knew?"
Sam finished a lap and started again, "No. I had no idea."
Deb smiled, "Really? And here I thought you'd be peeking out your window at your sister swimming naked in your pool."
I think I blushed. She was right, of course, I would, every time, and masturbate while watching.
"Would you?" Deb asked, a whimsical smile on her face.
Sam walked out of the pool at the far end, interrupting my answer. She walked casually along the pool deck, stopped, got a towel out of the box, and walked back to us. It was obvious that she was very comfortable nude.
"So, I guess I should explain," Sam said to our astonished faces.
Deb laughed, "Yeah, I'd sure like to know."
I nodded, still excited looking at her, knowing how wrong that was, and not caring.
Sam pulled a lounge around in front of us and sat. She tossed the towel aside and sat, her legs open enough to give me a clear view of the tight line of her vagina, wisps of black hair framing the ruffled skin. I got my eyes back on hers, hoping I wasn't caught.
I was. Sam just smiled. I looked at Deb, who was blushing. She looked too?
"So, nudity. We weren't nudists, we were just casual. We lived in a small house, only one bathroom. When I got to be eighteen, it just sort of occurred. Mom was first, not bothering to cover up leaving the shower. She explained that it was no big deal, nudity was natural. Me, being a rebel at heart, just like my mom, joined in. It really didn't bother me. So, we didn't hang around naked, but we made no effort to cover up. You know all those times you go, 'oh I gotta put something on to...' well, we didn't. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
Deb shook her head, looked at me, "No, not uncomfortable, just surprised."
"So, you never swam naked here?"
"Well, I never have, but I just found out my sister does on a regular basis while I'm asleep."
Sam looked at Deb, "Oh, you sneaky little girl."
Deb slapped Sam's knee, "You're just like your mother. I'm going to love having you around."
Sam picked up her tee shirt, not bothering to put it on, "I'll behave when Carl and Ashley are around. I need to go to bed, I'm beat."
Sam went into the house, closing the slider behind her.
"I gotta get home. I don't have to work, but I have a ton of stuff to do."
"Well, it's been an eventful evening."
I put the bottles down as my sister moved in for a hug. We do that.
"Dan, this has been an amazing night. It's like I have my best friend back."
"I'm glad you're happy. I hope the kids will be good with this."
"They will. I could tell."
Deb made no move to break our hug. I was stirring and nervous about that. Deb pressed in, just the tiniest bit, and whispered, "Would you have looked?"
She broke our hug and turned as I whispered back, "Yes." She just kept walking.
As I stroked my cock, I re-ran that vision of the daughter I never knew I had, the perfect copy of her mother, walking naked and sitting, talking to us, her amazing body there to admire. Now I had three forbidden women to lust after. I unloaded, feeling the surge of endorphins. I am so fucking needy. I've got to be careful.
The next morning, Ashley was off to school, and I was in my office, supporting capitalism when I heard the guest room door open. Sam would pass in front of my door to go to the kitchen, I was curious.
She paused at the doorway, wearing loose shorts and a tank top.
"You were wondering, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was."
"I told you, it's just casual, not a lifestyle. I'll ask every time."
"Thank you."
I stopped work and had breakfast with my daughter. She had a lot of work to do and needed space. I told her to use the dining room table, a vast expanse of mahogany that we never use, preferring the table in the kitchen.
I could see the table from my desk and watched her. She was just like her mother. I fought to concentrate but managed to get some work done.
Sam and I fell into a comfortable relationship. We chatted as we worked, our bond growing.
Sometime after lunch, Sam got up and walked to the door of my office, "Mind if I swim?"
I don't think she owns a swimsuit, "No, not a bit."
Sam angled her head and gave a wry smile, "Join me?"
I felt like this woman could read my mind. It was scary. I blushed, couldn't help it, "No. No thank you."
My daughter stood in the door to my office and tossed off her shirt, no bra. Ignoring my surprise, she slipped off her shorts, revealing a black G-string that covered her trimmed pubic patch perfectly. Her fingers slipped under the thin waist string and slid the tiny panty off, hooking it with her toe and leaving it on the pile.
"Okay." She said and walked out to the pool.
My cock was hard. I heard the slider open, and I had that black G-string in my hand before the door closed.
I stood back from the window, my shorts and briefs at my ankles. My daughter's warm underwear at my nose, my hand stroking my cock as I watched her perfect ass appear and disappear in the water. She smelled wonderful, different from my other daughter. I keep trying to get Deb's panties but haven't yet. My guilt faded. I accepted my taboo lust, promising myself that I would not do anything stupid, with any of them.
I nursed and edged as she swam. She finished at the house end, walking up the cast in steps. I faded back into the room, still watching.
Sam dried herself slowly, carefully, face, hair, firm breasts, and shapely legs.
Then, she spread her legs and ran the towel over her pussy. Biting her lip, she dried some more and then dropped the towel, looking at the window behind which I hid. I knew she couldn't see me; I've done this before.
Sam's hand moved up her leg. I was panting. Her fingers moved over her pubic patch, lower. Her eyes closed as her fingers found her pussy. She stood and masturbated for a minute while I came in the empty coffee mug on my desk. A deeply satisfying ejaculation.
As Sam walked towards the door, I quickly dressed, knowing, yes, if she offers, I will fuck my daughter.
I was back at my desk when Sam got to my door. She looked at the pile of her clothes and smiled. Fuck, I hadn't put her G-string back in the right place. I nearly lifted the desk with my cock as my daughter slipped that G-string on and slid it up her legs slowly, nestling it over her pussy while she talked. So casual.
"That pool is awesome. It's so relaxing. I've done nothing but study and close up my Mom and Bob's estate, such as it was."
Sam paused, holding her shirt and my attention to her wonderfully proud and symmetrical breasts, "Dan, Dad, thank you for taking me in. I'll be honest. I didn't have a reservation; I've been living in my car. If you rejected me, I was going to head back home. I didn't really have a plan and I think, even though I consciously thought otherwise, I put a lot of hope that you would take this well. I wasn't here for money. I knew little about you..."
Sam slipped her tee shirt on, the fabric getting hung up on her long nipples, she flicked it and it dropped, "I talk too much. In my family, we talked about almost everything. I learned in high school that my family was different. I was telling my bestie how Mom, Bob, and I had talked about masturbation. She was so shocked she got up and left. It was two days before she spoke to me again. I didn't think it was a big deal. Mom and Bob were just saying it's natural and not to be ashamed. It's not like they demonstrated or anything."
I laughed. Sam was pulling up her shorts, "Did I say something funny?"
"You are just like your mother. She had no filter. I think it was a reaction to her parents who were laser-beam straight and as hard as granite."
"I wouldn't know. I never met them, and Mom only talked about them once. Just said they didn't approve of her marriage and broke contact."
"Sam, you can talk about anything. I'm cool. After your first time in the pool, I'm ready for anything."
"What about your sister?"
"Deb and Liz were best friends. I'll bet she knows things I don't."
Sam smiled in that same wicked way her mother did, "You sure?"
I ignored any foreboding, "Yes."
We each went back to our work. Around four, Deb came by. The kids had sports and wouldn't be home for another hour.
We moved to the pool deck. As we settled, Deb asked Sam, 'So, Sam, what are your degrees in and what is the topic of your Doctorate?"
Sam put down her glass of iced tea, "Well, I was telling Dad earlier that my family was much more open than most. I almost lost a friend when I was telling her how my family talked about masturbation."
Deb stared at her, Sam held up her hand, "Only that it was okay and accepted and that I should not feel ashamed, but my friend was quite shocked. Well, that got me thinking and when I went to college I majored in Psychology. Then, my first masters was in Sociology and my second in sexual and social constructs in world cultures. Now, my Ph.D. will be in human sexuality. I love the topic, but there is a mercenary reason. Sex in the U.S. is a huge issue, and a lot of people have problems with it. My goal is to work with a psychiatrist, treating people with sexual issues."
Deb leaned back, "Wow. Well, you're way beyond me, but now I know who to ask if I have any questions. What sort of stuff does your thesis cover?"
"My practice is to interview people to get the real story. I have names and places, but only to back up my thesis if I am confronted. Not likely. Well, I've already done the section on the hot-button issue of trans-ism. Now I'm working on incest."
"Not much to go on there." I observed.
Sam shook her head, "Outside of the U.S. it's different. There's a few countries where consensual incest between adults is legal. As far as the U.S., I thought there would be very little information until I met a professor who had done a study. He never pursued it, but he encouraged me and said he had a feeling there was a lot more than anybody thinks. Knowing what I'd found out in Europe and Russia, I agreed."
Deb fidgeted in her chair, her eyes flicked to me and back to Sam, "Is it creepy?"
Sam paused, looked at my sister, trying to read her, "No. My work deals with consensual incest between adults, so I avoid the dark side."
"But it's not very common. Must have been tough to get information." Deb said.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, that's what I thought too. Gonna be tough to fill a thesis, but I have gotten quite an education. I started studying countries in Europe and Russia, where consensual adult incest is legal. Because incest is so taboo, there appears to be little factual information. That initially frustrated me, but I am a very stubborn driven woman. I found a source of incest information and I was very surprised at the amount of activity. After that, I got permission to do a sex survey on the campus of a major university. Most of the questions were easy, almost puerile, to disguise the two questions of the fifteen that I needed answered. One, have you ever had sexual relations with a relative? And two, more than once."
"Clever. What were you expecting?" I asked.
"I was thinking maybe ten percent would answer yes to the first one and less to the second. I was stunned. Over 30 percent said they had and over 80 percent of them said more than once. It was then that I knew I was on to something."
Deb sat up, "Thirty percent? Really? And so many more than once? Wow."
I was paying attention to Sam. Deb's remark seemed to be more than just a remark. I looked at her and our eyes met. She smiled and nodded.
Sam took a sip and put the glass down, "I know. I wanted to talk to those students, ask them to tell me their stories, but I had relied on anonymity, and I couldn't identify them. But now I knew something. Incest is much more prevalent in the U.S. than I ever imagined. I had to figure out how to get the stories."
Deb got up, "Excuse me."
My sister walked into the house. I assume to the bathroom.
Sam leaned back in the lounger, "I never get to talk about my work. I'm afraid people will be revolted. Thank you and Deb for listening."
"Sam, I know I can speak for Deb and me. We're intrigued by your topic and impressed with your determination and depth of knowledge.
Deb came back out. Her face flushed, she glanced at me quickly and sat down.
I looked at my watch, "Sam, I'm fascinated by your work, but I have a client meeting early, so I have to go to bed. G'night all."
We all stood, Deb hugged me, but cautiously, it felt odd. "Thanks, Dan." I watched her leave, curious about her mood.
Sam and I picked up the few things left. She hugged me outside my door, "Thank you, Dad. I feel so at home here."
Those words, like a hot knife stabbing my guilt about what holding this girl does to me. My cock firmed. She was her mother, warm, firm, curvy, she even smelled the same. I let her go and headed for my room.
I turned on the light, closed the door. I took off my shirt and slipped off my shorts, no underwear. I pulled back the bed.
Perfectly positioned, a blue Victoria's Secret thong. I picked it up, it was soaked. My cock in my hand I pressed my sister's panty to my face. I remembered the day we were caught, yanking my hand from between her legs while our mother yelled, but still getting it close enough to smell my sister's pussy. Her scent had improved with age. I masturbated, the thong alternating between wrapped around my cock and pressed to my face. My orgasm was knee-bending good.
Carl
I just shot all over the fucking place thinking about Sam. She's fucking gorgeous. I am in so much trouble. I just know I'm going to do something stupid, but I can't help it.
I hear noise, soft noise. I smile, no, yes. I have to try and see.
I get up, still naked, and walk across the hall. Mom's door is closed but I can hear her. My mother is masturbating. My cock grows, my big brain steps back and the little one says, 'Try the door. You know you want to see. She won't catch you.'
I know her room. Mom's bed is at right angles to the door, the headboard to my left. The door opens to my right. I push the handle down. The hall is pitch dark. My dick is doing all the thinking. I'm naked with a boner, getting ready to peek at my mom masturbating, nope, not stupid at all.
Now the door clears the frame. There's a small light in the room, so she may not see me. I can see her. She's fucking gorgeous.
Mom, naked, nothing over her. She's sweating a little, guess she's been at it a while. I've never seen my mother naked. Her tits are bigger than Ashley's, but still cute. Her nipples are long and hard. She's on her back, leaning away a little, looking at her tablet. No video, looks like a story. Her leg is raised giving me a perfect view. Mom doesn't shave like Ashley does. A nice tangle of blonde hair surrounds her wet and open pussy, a fat dildo sliding in and out. I nearly cum hands-free. I can hear that toy sloshing, I can smell my mother's excitement. She has such a nice ass. She's lying on a towel and she's close to cumming.
I want to go back to my room, get my phone, but I think she'll be done before I get back.
Mom's other hand moves down. The tablet falls over as she pinches her clit. Her hips are shaking, and I see the flow of her orgasm as she moans, "Oh Dan."
Fuck! I pull the door closed carefully and walk quickly back to my room.
Lying on my bed. Did she really say that? Her brother, my uncle?
I can't help it. My cock is an iron bar. As I stroke it, I have a thought. Hey, if she's okay thinking about fucking her brother, what about me?
I spray my belly, wondering. My taboo dream may not be such a dream. But I gotta be careful and I don't have any idea how to test it.
Dan
I slept fitfully. Around midnight, I thought I heard something. I got up, went to the window.
Deb, swimming naked in the pool. Ashley's room is on the other side of the house. Sam's window faces the driveway. I left my room.
She didn't see me slip into the pool. It was dark. She started when I came behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin seemed to tingle under my fingers. My body shook, I was eighteen again in my mind, breaking the rules, but needy and curious. Deb flinched, then leaned back into me. She could feel my erection in the cleft of her perfect ass.
"So, you saw me."
"Yes."
Still looking away, she spoke, "Seems like what we almost did is pretty common."
"Yeah, I was surprised."
Deb turned to face me, still a few inches away. Her nipples were long and hard, and my cock brushed her pubic hair, "Why didn't you try again?"
"Because, my sister, you weren't there for the result when we got caught masturbating each other. Mom and Dad blamed me. Accused me of forcing myself on you, nearly raping you. I was told if I ever did anything that even looked suspicious, I'd be out of the house."
"I never knew. They never said anything to me. I'm sorry. I started it."
"So, we went off to college and met someone and got married and I thought that you had changed your mind, just an urge that passed."
Deb moved closer. My hard cock touched her leg, "Did your urge pass?"
I pressed in, my hard penis touching her closed thighs, her pubic hair tickling. "No, sis, it never did. Did the urge wane for you?"
My sister's modest breasts pressed into my chest, her nipples like pinpoints. "No, brother, it never did, but I had the same assumption about you, just an urge that got scared out of you. But now, here we are, knowing so much more thanks to your daughter."
"Yeah, I guess we weren't so weird after all."
Deb trailed a finger over my shoulder and down my arm, "Did you like my gift?"
My sister moved. With our height difference, my erection was pressed against her pubic hair. I moved my hands to her hips, "Yes, I was very surprised."
My sister looked into my eyes, "Did you...?"
I whispered, "Masturbate? Yes, I did. With no guilt at all."
Deb was moving her hips sideways now, letting my cock rub on her mound. I was so hard it hurt, "I've wanted to do that since I moved next door. I never stopped thinking about that day. I even told Jack. We did a role play once. We both came like crazy. But you are always so proper, so under control."
"I thought you felt what we did was a phase, you grew out of it. If I had seen you swimming, I would have watched, and masturbated."
"That's all?" She said.
"Yes, until today."
We embraced, my cock vertical against her pussy, her breasts pressed into my chest, my hands filled with her firm, round ass. We were both panting. Deb whispered, her lips brushing mine, "So, what do you want to do?"
I let my fingers drop down her ass and between her legs. Deb opened them and for the first time since we were on her bed naked all those years ago, I felt my sister's excited vagina, "I want to make love to my sister."
Our mouths met, tongues wrestling, bodies grinding. She felt so good. I knew why. I loved my sister, but what made me so horny was that this was wrong.
Deb pulled back, panting, "Brother if you don't take me to your bed and fuck me right now, I will move away, and you'll never see me again."
"One-off? Just to finish what we started way back then?"
Deb walked to the steps, dragging me by the hand. As we quickly dried ourselves, she said, "Fuck no. You'll be lucky if I don't suck your cock in front of everybody."
We were walking through the slider, "I don't think our kids are ready for that," I said.
As Deb closed my bedroom door, she whispered, "Don't bet on that."
My sister clicked on a bedside light, "I'm not doing this in the dark like it's sneaky. I'm proud to make love to my brother and I want to see every bit."
As I watched, Deb got on the bed. As she moved, I could see her pussy, framed by wisps of blonde hair. Her vagina was open, full, and very wet. She lay on the bed, grabbed a pillow, and put it under her, "I am so excited. I want to do everything. I haven't had sex in over a year, and I masturbate thinking about my brother. I want to fuck as often as we can get away with it, but right now, I need you to put your brother cock in my sister pussy. Fuck me, Dan, fuck your sister."
Me, on my arms over Deb. Her, biting her lip. The head of my cock nestled at her entrance, "I love you Sis."
Deb orgasmed as my cock filled her. The forbidden grasp of her wet vagina. The intense sensation, all other input fading as my body concentrates on the sensations coming from my penis. Sliding in, the warm embrace of her pussy, feeling every contour and bump until I was fully in her. Her eyes wide, her smile beaming. I had thought about this so many times. Masturbated envisioning the event. I even closed my eyes while fucking my wife, imagined it was my sister.
"Oh, Dan. So good. I love you. Oh fuuucccckkkk..."
I pulled back, slid in again. I was going slowly, savoring every sensation as if we'd never get to do this again. Deb clenched her pussy, "Brother, fuck me hard. I need it."
"I'm not going to last long."
I went faster, fucking her hard. So needy, so horny. Our bodies slapped as they met.
"S'ok, cum in me, I'm fixed."
My body on top of hers now. Skin to skin, sweaty, feral. My arms under her, hands cupping her head for leverage. Slamming my cock into my sister, "So, am I. Oh, fuck. Gonna cum sis."
I felt the surge. I slammed home and held as the best orgasm I ever had rolled over me and my cum jetted deep inside Deb. She came too, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body quaking.
We lay like that for a few seconds. Panting. I pushed up and rolled off. Deb rolled and lay next to me, her leg and wet pussy on my thigh, "If we had done that back then, I'd have never gotten married."
I moved my face to hers, "Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't have either." I kissed her, deep but gentle.
I rolled my sister onto her back and trailed my tongue across her breast.
"Don't do that. I fucking cum just from that. How soon?"
I left a trail of saliva on her skin as my tongue moved lower, "Gotta clean you up first."
Deb flinched, "Oh, no. No, you don't have to do that, really."
I pushed her legs open. Her vagina was red, but happy, a trail of our fluids at the base, "You're right, I don't have to. I want to."
Deb came as my mouth contacted her pussy. She grabbed my head and thrust her trim hips into my face. "Oh, Dan, lick my fucking pussy. Ohhhh fuuuckkk."
I licked her clean and sucked on her clit till she came again, filling my mouth. She pulled me up and over her, "Fuckin' wow. I love you brother."
We fell asleep. Bad plan.
Deb jabbed me, "The fucking sun's coming up!"
I bolted upright, "You need to get out of here before anybody sees you."
Deb was out of the bed, "No shit. I didn't wear anything. Love ya bro. Later."
Carl.
Just one of those things, right? I was awake, couldn't sleep, standing at my window. Dawn coming on, just enough light to see my naked mother, running across the yard from my uncle's house. My cock was hard in a second. There is only one reason Mom would be running naked from her brother's house. She finally got her fantasy. I masturbated. If she's willing with her brother.... I blasted all over the window.
Dan
After Deb left I couldn't sleep. I've wanted my sister since we were eighteen. After that summer, I never tried anything, terrified of our parents, but I never stopped thinking about it. Then, we married, and I assumed she had outgrown the desire that still raged in me. Now we're lovers. Incestuous lovers. I took a deep breath. I like it. I don't care. But I knew this had to be kept between us.
I read and tried to sleep but failed. I heard Ashley get up and the door close as she left for her weekend job. I finished my chapter and pulled on a pair of shorts. I smiled. I don't think Sam would be bothered if I didn't.
As I crossed the living room, I could see Sam in the pool swimming laps, naked, of course. I stood and watched, letting my penis harden and not ashamed at all.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Sam's shorts and tank on the floor. But laying on the counter in a perfect display, was a white thong panty, all lace, and wet. Yeah, I did. I pressed my daughter's panty to my mouth and tasted her. She'd masturbated, it was full of her essence. I peeked out the door to the pool. Sam was drying off. I put the panty back, a little mussed, and snuck out of the kitchen.
Sam wore only that white thong when I walked back in, just getting up you know, she smiled that wicked smile, "Mornin' Dad."
"Mornin'" I replied, putting my hands on her hips as I moved behind her to get my coffee, "Morning swim?"
"And how would you know that?" She asked, cocking her head.
"I can smell the chlorine in your hair."
I got that, 'that's BS, but it's good BS' look. "I'm taking today off."
Sitting with my coffee and roll, enjoying looking at my curvy daughter as she finished dressing, "Good plan."
"Deb free today?"
"Probably. Why do you ask?"
Sam sat across from me, her nipples poking the fabric of her tank top, "You two were so interested. I'd like to share more and get your opinions."
"Sure. I'll call Deb." My mind replaying being over my sister and in her just hours ago. My penis grew. I had to think about something else, I had no underwear on.
Carl
Ashe and I were out on a delivery. We both have the same work.
"So, I hung out with Sam last night." Ashe said.
"She's cool and wicked smart."
"I asked her what she had all those degrees in."
"Yeah? Probably economics or business shit."
Ashe turned to me, smiling, "No doofus. It's sex."
I laughed, "You can get a degree in that? Hell, I'm in."
My cousin laughed, "Yeah, the homework would be awesome, but no, not like that. She studied the sexual rules of societies around the world. She was doing that trans-stuff and now she's on another topic,"
"Which is?"
"Incest."
This was getting interesting, "Must be tough. That's a lot of fantasy."
Ashe leaned back in the truck. As usual, she had no bra, never really needed one, and her awesome nipples were on high beam. Must like the topic.
"Not true at all. She's gotten a lot of information and, turns out, family sex is a lot more common than most people think."
Now I was very interested, "Like how common?"
"So, she did this study at a big college, asked if anybody had sex with family members. Thirty percent said yes, and, here's the kicker, eighty percent said more than once."
"Fuckin' wow. I had no idea."
"Yeah, that's because it's so forbidden and all."
We were at the place. Ashe and I unloaded for an hour. The boss had said that was it for us today, just drop the truck when we were done.
On the interstate, heading back. Just the radio playing, no talk. I'm thinking about what Sam was studying. I know how I feel, and now I know I'm not as fucked up as I thought. As I drove, I glanced at Ashe. Her tank was sweaty and clung to her small breasts. She's my type, tall thin, killer ass, but she's my cousin, first cousin.
"You don't have to do that." Ashe said.
"Do what?"
Ashe was looking out the window, "That thing with the pool."
"Aww, you don't like getting wet?"
Ashley turned to face me, "I like getting wet a lot."
I blushed. I caught the meaning of that, "So, then, you shouldn't complain."
She was back looking out the window, "You just do that because you know my suit will come off. The other day you grabbed my tits."
I needed to be careful. Don't let my dick do the talking, "That was an accident, really."
Ashley turned to face me again, "Carl, if you want to see me, all you have to do is ask."
Wow, never expected that, "Like, now?"
Ashley laughed, "No doofus, we're driving."
I pulled into the next rest stop, parked in the back of the truck lot. Ashley smiled, "Here? You're such a romantic. This cab is not real good for that, you know."
I looked at my cousin, "In the back. Ashley, will you take your clothes off for me?"
My cousin blushed, "On one condition, you do too."
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