Misc. Erotica Secret Desires

"Melinda?"

"Back in the truck," she informed me. "Hurry...we don't have a whole lot of time here!"

Before I knew it, she was down on her knees in front of me, once again my fly unzipped, my now flaccid cock inside her mouth as she sucked it, though she didn't give any indication she was disappointed in finding it like that, and it didn't stay that way very long either. It couldn't have been any longer than a minute and I felt my prick explode, pouring what truly did feel like a gallon of cum into her mouth as she took it, swallowing even then having trouble doing so, though somehow she managed it.

Moments later she stood up, wiping her mouth, smiling. Which was when we both turned having heard a dog bark. There was a guy standing no more than perhaps ten feet away from us. How long he'd been there we had no idea while waiting for his dog to take a crap, or at least pee perhaps. He was grinning however and actually held his thumb up towards us, and then walked away. It was a different guy from the one I had seen inside the restroom, and he too looked like he could have been the trucker, or the driver of the other car. It didn't really make any difference, it was time to get on the road once again.

"What took you so long?" Melinda asked the moment we got back. "Stop for a quickie maybe?"

I felt my face turn beet red, though I answered her, "Yeah right. No. I had to uh...you know, do both."

"Ah huh," she said grinning at her friend, and then giggled. As did she. I wasn't about to say anything or even attempt to add to that, so I didn't.

"Should be home in another hour, hour and a half," I told them. "Long before sundown anyway," I added looking up at the sky. "But, maybe we should stop on our way home and pick up something for dinner at least, I don't think any of us will feel like cooking tonight."

"Yeah, sounds good, I wouldn't mind eating out myself," Charlene stated with a deadpanned expression. I glanced over towards her, as did Melinda, who only then I noticed had actually reached up pinching her on the side of her tit, though she'd done so in such a way so as not to reveal to me that she had. Charlene yelped however, jumping.

"What?"

"You know what," Melinda chastised her, and then sat grinning at me. I pretended I had no idea what was going on and started the truck. Seconds later we were back out on the road once again.

Twenty minutes later as we were driving along, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw the same eighteen-wheeler we had seen in the rest stop earlier. Eventually he drew alongside us in the right lane with me in the middle lane going a bit faster than we were above the posted limit. As he slowly drew near us side by side, he looked over and waved, likewise honking his horn. I realized as he did that, he'd been the guy standing outside with his dog. He waved once again, and then called out to us, "Show me your tits!"

I was half tempted to speed up, but I was already going ten over the limit as it was. And slowing down didn't seem to be any sort of better solution either. For one thing, I just wanted to get home, though I wasn't too pleased about getting harassed by some horny perverted truck driver either. Though as I thought about it, I'd been the perverted one standing there getting a blowjob at the rest stop by a young girl half my age.

To my surprise however, Melinda looked over at Charlene. "Shall we?" she said.

"Why not? Maybe after we do, he'll be on his way. If not, we'll take the first exit rather than let him continue to annoy us. But I'm betting once we give him what he wants, he'll leave us alone."

With both of them wearing their naughty football jerseys, it was very easy for the two of them to lift them up flashing the truck driver. For only the second time in my life, though in as many days now, I caught another brief glimpse of Melinda's breasts. It was about the only thing that I'd seen on her that didn't remind me of Kathy. They were so totally unlike my wife's in nearly every way. And what I found upon seeing them, even though it was only for the briefest of moments, was that they were even more beautiful than Charlene's were. And I found myself actually hoping I would catch another glimpse of them again.

The trucker in fact left us soon after far behind him. As we drew closer to home, Melinda suggested pizza, even calling the order in. I wasn't too surprised to discover she had memorized the number having called it often enough when she lived at home. It was ready and waiting for us the moment we arrived, and soon after devoured as well shortly after we had gotten home.

With a full belly, and tired from the long grueling drive home, I decided to make it another early night. After showering, I kissed each one of the girls on the forehead and bade them goodnight. Even tired as they both seemingly were, they opted to stay up for a bit, and no doubt fall asleep later while watching a movie. Melinda had very often done that before, so I pretty much expected it. What I didn't expect as I leaned over giving Charlene a kiss, was her quick little groping hand at my crotch, though there was no way Melinda could have seen her do that. Even then I jumped slightly, backing away.

"All you have to do is ask..." Charlene said mouthing the words to me. I merely nodded my head noncommittally.

"Good night girls, sleep tight!" I told them both, and then hurriedly made my way upstairs before my rapidly growing erection gave me away.

It was nice to lie down in my own bed. That, and actually fall asleep on my right side. At some point however I found myself dreaming, and knew that I had been when I woke up glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was just then nearing midnight. Sure enough, it had been a combination of that perhaps, along with the subtle unfamiliar sounds of the night, which had woken me.

I had in fact been dreaming, a very erotic dream, so I wasn't at all surprised to find myself laying there in bed with a hard-on either. Unfortunately, even though I knew I'd been dreaming an erotic dream, it was already starting to fragment as I fought with trying to remember as much of it as I could, though why I don't really know. Especially when I realized what the major content of it had been.

I had never once ever fantasized or thought dirty naughty thoughts about my own stepdaughter. But I certainly had now. In my dream, I'd been laying there, Melinda on one side of me licking my dick, Charlene on the other side. And I'd been loving it, though now wide awake, I was aghast at my own thoughts, even aroused as I was. I tried shaking my head as though to clear it, but the super sharp image remained inside my head. And then came the sounds again. Very faint, almost indistinguishable, but I heard them.

I looked over towards my closed door leading into the bathroom. No light glowed from beneath it. Quietly I slipped out of bed silently moving towards the door, stopping just long enough to listen. I could still hear the faint sounds coming from their room, though not as yet being able to make out what I was hearing or what was being said for that matter. Turning the knob on the door just as quietly, I stepped inside. It was almost too dark to see. At least in my bedroom I had a little of the night light outside to partially see with. I took two steps and then reached out, just grazing the door with my fingertip. I stepped a bit closer, feeling along the edge, surprised to discover it wasn't fully closed. Now closing even that distance, I once again stopped holding my breath, the sounds far more easily heard now as I stood there, though it was obvious the girls were speaking softly, almost whispering to one another.

"Yes Mel, yes...lick my pussy, suck my clit!" Charlene moaned softly.

I had heard Charlene call her that before, and always in an affectionate way whenever she had. It was clearly obvious she was doing so now, and for good reason as it seemed. My daughter, my sweet...or at least once sweet little girl, was now licking her best friend's cunt, obviously enjoying it, as they both were.

"Fuck baby, you do love eating pussy don't you?" Charlene groaned once again. "Who'd have thought the same day we ever met?" she giggled once again sighing sensually.

"Yeth I do," Melinda responded back, slurring her words slightly, the image of her even then running her tongue up and down Charlene's split causing my cock to throb and then lurch of its own accord.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby! Put a finger in there too. That's it...finger my cunt!" She once again moaned as Melinda obviously did that. Now I could hear in addition to their speaking, the decadent, almost obscene sounds of Charlene's dripping wet pussy as Melinda fingered it, and sucked it, licking it.

I cracked open the door just a tiny bit more, just enough to see in, though I saw very little when I did. There was no moon outside at all, so it was darker than normal. All I could barely make out was the bed, and two forms upon it, neither one of which I could make out very clearly, though I could in fact hear them very clearly, even more so than I had been.

"God how I wish I was fucking your father right now," Charlene moaned again, "With you laying there licking me...licking us while I did," she sighed pleasurably. I was stunned upon hearing that, especially when Melinda answered her.

"I bet you'd like that too wouldn't you?" she teased back, still fingering her wet juicy split by the obvious sound of that. "Feeling daddy's hard stiff prick sliding in and out of your sweet juicy fuck hole? Me...licking and sucking your clit, licking your juices off of his prick? Yes...I bet you would enjoy feeling that wouldn't you?"

"And I bet he would too, feeling you licking his cock while fucking me," she shot back hotly.

Though stunned, somewhat shocked at their conversation, I knew it was mostly just pillow talk, though dirty pillow talk indeed. Kathy and I had very often spoken of things, shared things, and discussed things we would never ever really do. But sometimes just talking about them while we messed around was enough to heighten our arousal, though we were very often somewhat embarrassed and actually guilty over having expressed those thoughts or feelings the next day. It was why we didn't very often do that, only on occasion, though it was quite often the best sex we ever had whenever we'd done that.

"So fuck him then if you really want to!" Melinda told her. "You know I've already told you I was ok with it if you did. I'm not the one you have to convince. The only thing I've ever said is I don't want daddy to know that I know if you do. I think it would freak him out, knowing that I knew my very best friend had fucked my father, and to be honest about it, it actually might freak me out a little knowing it too. So if you do, do it, if you somehow manage to convince him to actually fuck you, don't tell me about it. And for god's sakes Charlene, don't ever, ever tell him that I know that you did. Please promise me that if nothing else!"

"I promise," Charlene whispered back to her now, and then sighed as Melinda once again began licking and sucking her friends clit.

Not only could I not believe what I'd just heard, and was still hearing in fact, the reality that my stepdaughter had just given her blessing, though in a strange sort of way, to her friend was arousing. The thought of actually fucking her no longer seemed so weird, so unacceptable now. Even though I knew she must never know that I did, just as Charlene had promised her she wouldn't, I'd never let on either. As much as I would have liked to continue to stand there listening to them both, I soon backed away, retracing my steps back into my own room, quietly closing the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, now purposely stroking my cock, images of thrusting my prick in and out of Charlene's slick wet cunt drawing me closer and closer towards orgasm. When I came, when I shot streamer after streamer of my hot sticky spunk into the air, landing god knows where, I did so with the image of my precious little girl licking the tip of my prick as I came. I knew I would struggle with that the following day. A throw back to those times when Kathy and I both did after confessing somewhat decadent thoughts and fantasies to one another. But even then, nothing like this. I knew I'd feel guilty about it all day. But right now I didn't. Right now I just lay there basking in the afterglow of my thoughts and enjoyed every precious minute of it as I did.

Once again I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. With a smile on my face, and my dick sticking up, I rolled out of bed and slipped into my robe. This time I didn't care that I was hard, and felt my prick become even more so as I headed downstairs. The image of Charlene sitting at the table half naked already filling my head as I rounded the corner stepping into the kitchen. As expected she was there, what wasn't expected, was that she was fully dressed, even modestly so. She'd even applied makeup, and had fashioned her hair in a much fuller look, loose and hanging about her shoulders. The look on my face must have said it all as she looked up towards me.

"Disappointed?" She said smiling, though she now looked down at my groin, my prick quite obviously tenting the front of my robe as I walked over to pour myself a coffee. "Though excited I see," she added with a chuckle.

"Just surprised," I ventured turning towards her, still standing, sipping my drink, though I felt the coolness of the morning air suddenly caressing my cock, telling me without looking, it had managed to worm its way out of the folded opening of my robe. At the moment, I didn't care. I really was disappointed.

"Mel and I have interviews at that new restaurant opening just down the street," she informed me. "She was just getting out of the shower when I came down to make the coffee."

Just the mention of my daughter's name sent a warning surge to my crotch, I even glanced up in that direction as though suddenly having x-ray vision and able to see through the walls.

"Oh," I said in surprise at hearing that, still disappointed, yet likewise pleased that neither one of them had intended to just lay around and live off my unemployment and dwindling savings.

"We figured we needed to help out if we're going to live here," she added. "Once we've settled in with our new jobs, then we'll see about enrolling in school again, and at least take a few classes. But until then..."

Charlene stood walking over towards me as I leaned against the kitchen counter. My prick had gone down just enough that it had on its own, tucked itself back away beneath the folds of my robe. Even though it had, she fished it out once again, holding it in her hand.

"We don't have a lot of time, perhaps a couple of minutes before Mel comes down," she told me now fondling my dick. I was about to tell her not to bother, but it honestly felt good as she stood there stroking it. I set my cup down on the counter, reached back with my hands holding on as she continued to stroke my prick a bit more firmly now. Once again I was hoping for more, anticipating perhaps for her to lean over and suck it a little at least, but she didn't. As though reading my mind, she spoke. "As much as I'd like to suck this, I can't risk getting anything on my clothes, or face..." she grinned. Having said that, I now wondered what it was she was going to do. I could feel the tingle and sudden tightness in my balls, once again looking towards the doorway, half expecting to hear Melinda descending down the steps any moment now. "Let me know..." she said simply still stroking my cock.

Within a minute I felt the first tickle of pleasure begin. "Now!" I just managed to breathe.

The moment I said that, Charlene grabbed the spare cup off the counter, holding it over the end of my dick. I stood there watching my spunk spurting into the cup as she held it over the end of it. As strange as it was, it was weirdly exciting, standing there doing that as she jerked me off, pumping my cock up and down, squeezing it until she had drained every single drop out of it, even shaking it off some. It was at that very moment we both heard the upstairs bedroom door slam, Mel was on her way down.

I had barely enough time to reposition myself, grab my coffee and stand there nonchalantly as Mel walked into the room. Likewise Charlene had reached over refilling her own cup.

"Hmm, that smells good. Pour me one too please!" my daughter asked.

To my horror, Charlene grabbed the cup still containing my spunk in it and made motion to fill it. "Cream?" She asked.

Mel gave her an inquisitive look. "No...black, I don't use cream," she stated.

"Oh that's right, I already filled it," she stated. "Sorry." She turned slightly winking at me, and held the cup under the tap turning it on, rinsing it out. I looked over and watched my cum curdles chasing one another in the drain momentarily as she rinsed Mel's cup out. Checking to ensure it now was clean, she filled it handing it to her. And though it was, even that secret knowledge that I'd just poured my semen into it felt wickedly decadent and sent a renewed surge into my cock. I sat down before my prick could begin to swell again.

"So, Charlene tells me the two of you have interviews this morning," I said smiling.

"Yeah, we do," she said glancing at her watch. "And we need to leave now in fact," she added taking another quick sip from her cup, setting it down on the table. "Shouldn't be gone too long I wouldn't imagine," she added. "We were sort of hoping to lay out some today, catch some sun before we no longer can," she added with a smile. "What's on your agenda for the day?"

I had planned on updating my resume, and then scheduling an appointment with an employment agency and getting my information on file, which I told them. Beyond that, just straightening up the house some, which I hoped they'd find time to help me with later on. Once again I was pleased when they said they would.

"After we lay out for a bit?" My daughter asked hopefully.

"Just as long as you don't sun-tan all day," I responded back. With that, I gave them each a kiss as they headed out the door for their interview, and then slowly climbed back up the stairs to shower and dress for the day.

I had gone back outside to putter around in the garden when the girls came home about an hour or so later with the news they had gotten the jobs, and would be starting on Monday the following week when the restaurant opened. It was good news, and they were excited, as I was. They soon after dashed up stairs to change into their bikinis and lay out for a bit, once again ensuring me they would clean up the house and plan something for a celebratory dinner later on that evening. I was already looking forward to that.

I went back to weeding my sorely neglected garden when they came back down stairs carrying large fluffy beach towels, which they laid out on the grass. Almost immediately Charlene took off her top however, though Melinda wasn't quite so brazen about it as she was. My daughter merely lay down on her tummy first, and then reached back behind herself undoing the clasp on her top.

"Oil me?" She asked Charlene.

I knelt there nearby pulling weeds, glancing over as Charlene leaned over and began rubbing oil into my daughters back. Her beautiful bare breasts dangling freely, making me wish I was lying beneath her myself, sucking on them...for starters. I'd already made up my mind about something else too, and would at the first opportunity mention it to her when I had the chance.

After she had finished applying the lotion to my daughter's back, she held it up towards me. "Keith? Would you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all, just let me wash my hands first," I said standing up. She and I both noticed the erection I had in my shorts as I did that. Though I quickly glanced over towards Melinda, who lay with her eyes closed unaware that I did. Turning on the hose, I quickly washed off my hands and then returned to sit down next to Charlene, applying some lotion to her bare back, rubbing it in. As I did that, I leaned over whispering into her ear, just loud enough for her to hear me. "I want you," I mostly breathed, but she heard me, turning her head around sideways still lying down and winked at me, mouthing the words back.

"I want you too!"

I continued to rub oil into her back until she suddenly sat up and began removing her bikini bottoms.

"I hate having tan-lines," she announced. "But I don't want to burn my ass either," she told me laying back down again. "Would you mind putting a little lotion on me there too please?" she asked. I saw my daughter's eyes open briefly as she looked over towards us, just as I poured a bit of the oily lotion on Charlene's ass cheeks prior to rubbing it in. Melinda smiled, and then turned her head away facing in the opposite direction. Her smile gave me assurance that she had no problem with me doing that. But her turning her head away also told me she didn't want to see me doing it either. A reminder as to their candid conversation the previous night.

As I rubbed the mixture into Charlene's ass, she spread her legs slightly, allowing me greater access to her as I thoroughly coated her cheeks, and teasing her a bit as my fingers just brushed the opening of her wide open split.

"That feels nice," she half purred, opening herself even further, telling me as she did that what she wanted. Glancing once again towards Melinda, she remained as she was, looking the other way, so I allowed myself the adventure of actually running my finger tip up the length of Charlene's sweet succulent furrow, the moisture of her pussy already gathering there as I did so. I sat beside her, slowly finger-fucking her, her ass gyrating slowly as I did so, half humping the ground as well as my hand. I was surprised when minutes later she came, though doing so quietly with barely a whimper, though I felt her pussy clench down and around my fingers holding them tightly inside her for long moments afterwards, feeling her quivering and pulsating inside.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone for a while," I said standing up. "Another hour? And then we get busy?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Melinda said almost dreamily.

I walked back inside the house, aroused as hell as I stood there in the kitchen looking out. I nearly headed upstairs back to my room for a much needed jerk off when I saw Melinda sit up, likewise now removing her bikini bottoms. This time however, she rolled over onto her back, Charlene now sitting up as she proceeded to apply more oil to my daughters chest, breasts and then on down to her tummy. I noticed as she did that, she tended to linger a bit while massaging her tits, even tracing her finger around and about my daughter's nipples. Even at this distance I could see they were aroused, standing well up and off her chest, twin hard little points of pleasure. I found myself standing there in the kitchen, having unzipped my fly even before I realized that I had, now stroking my hard stiff cock as I watched them.

Moments later I watched as Charlene dipped her hand between my daughter's legs. I watched as Melinda spread them, even bending herself at the knee granting her girlfriend even easier access. As Charlene fingered her, Melinda reached up cupping her breasts, kneading and caressing them. I found myself wishing that those were my hands instead, pulling on, and tweaking those incredibly hard nipples of hers. And though I noticed that Charlene's were as well, my daughter's were obviously a bit larger, fuller when erect, and I stood there fantasizing about sucking on them as I fucked her.

Once again I was momentarily plagued with a guilty conscious about having such thoughts, but I was too fucking horny at the moment to care. Recriminations would be dealt with later, at the moment I was on the verge of enjoying my second climax of the morning. Oddly enough, it was the exact same coffee cup I reached for, likewise filling it up the second time that day as well, standing there squirting into it, releasing my pleasure as I glanced out the window, watched as Melinda seemed to bend nearly in half, her ass coming up off the ground, Charlene's fingers embedded deeply inside her as she came.

I rinsed out my cup placing it back next to the sink and wandered slowly upstairs to my room.

We had managed to get nearly the entire house vacuumed and dusted before calling it a day. The girls soon after settled into preparing us a nice dinner while I sat on the couch relaxing, catching a little TV and sipping a glass of wine. While dinner cooked, they soon joined me, a bit more appropriately dressed, though not by much. Each of them wore standard though very short, shorts, along with the bikini tops they'd worn outside earlier. Now joining me, each with a glass of wine in their hands, they informed me dinner would be ready in about an hour.

"Anything good on TV?" my daughter asked.

"Not really," I told her having surfed through the available channels twice already, not finding anything I was really interested in watching.

"How about a movie then?" she asked reaching for the remote, so I handed it to her. I was really hoping they wouldn't pick some chick-flick or something, but prepared to allow it if they did. She even stopped on one reading it, which worried me that she might actually select it until Charlene spoke up.

"Not that one," she said giving voice to my own worry. "Let's watch something a bit more interesting shall we?" Now she reached over for the remote, which Melinda handed to her. To my surprise, she quickly pulled up the adult selections and began thumbing through those. I decided to hold my tongue and see if she would actually be brazen enough to pick one, as well as wondering how Melinda might react to it when she did.

"That one!" Melinda said calling out as Charlene scrolled through a list of available selections.

"Ok, sounds interesting doesn't it?" Charlene said grinning as she looked over towards me. I was surprised, a bit shocked as I read the title.

"Young girls with older men," it had said. I knew there would be a series of somewhat short scenes depicting pretty explicit sex acts between the individuals.

"You do know, this isn't soft porn we'll be looking at," I cautiously warned them. "This is the hard-core stuff, you see it all," I added.

"I know," Melinda said a bit quietly. "But I'm ok with that...if you are," she told me.

It was a bit more difficult actually doing that than I thought it would be. I was aroused yes, thankful that Charlene was basically sitting between us, though I had my own chair even as the girls shared the couch. They giggled, and whispered pointing out things to one another as I half glanced at the TV, and then at them as each scene got more and more explicit, with the semi-typical cum-shots coming at the end.

"Wow! That was a good one!" Melinda announced actually surprising me. "I've never seen anyone cum that much before!" she stated.

"I have," Charlene grinned looking over towards me. Just then the timer went off announcing it was time for dinner.

"Saved by the bell," I said standing up thinking to myself. I turned once again hiding my obvious erection. "I'll go wash up for dinner," I told them and then hurried up the stairs.

The girls had prepared a really nice pot roast complete with all the trimmings. We opened a second bottle of wine to go with it, though I was already slightly feeling the effects of the first one, even with having eaten dinner. I couldn't help but wonder if the girls were too, especially as Melinda had never been much of a drinker. She had poured herself one more glass, though she never did finish it.

"Mind if we wash the dishes tomorrow?" she asked slurring her words just a bit, though sounding far more tired than drunk really.

"You cooked, I'll wash, don't worry about it," I said though they did help me clear off the table first. Even Charlene appeared anxious to head up to bed, as I gave each of them a kiss goodnight. Melinda had already disappeared through the door when Charlene stopped turning towards me.

"I'll wake you up," she half whispered, once again winking and then licking her lips. I knew what she meant by that, and whispered back to her.

"I probably won't even be asleep...but I'll certainly be up."

She glanced at my crotch, laughed, and then turned heading up the stairs after my daughter.

I finished cleaning up the kitchen and then sat down to watch the news for a while. I figured that it would be at least an hour while they got ready for bed knowing them, and then another hour at least before they finally fell asleep. Or at least Melinda did. Nearing midnight, I finally shut off all the lights, and then gingerly made my way upstairs to my own room. I was quiet as a mouse as I entered the shared bathroom, not even turning on the light until I was sure that their door was closed, which it was. I hurriedly washed up, took a pee, and then slipped back into my own room. I had put on fresh clean sheets earlier and was actually looking forward to slipping in between them. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it now read 12:15 as I turned off the light. Almost immediately, the room fell into complete and total darkness. The only light at all coming from the green florescent symbols on the clock as they ticked the minutes away.

I had actually started to fall asleep when I heard the door to my bedroom open. I hadn't even heard the door to their room doing so, only mine. Once again I glanced over at the clock, nearly a full hour had passed with it now reading 1:12. I looked up, still nearly impossible to see anything as I lay there in the darkness of the room. But seconds later I caught the quiet silhouette as Charlene made her way over towards the bed slipping in beside me. I started to speak but she shushed me, her hand quickly locating my somewhat flaccid member, waking it, as she gingerly stroked it before slithering down between my legs. Moments after that, I felt her warm sensual mouth surrounding my prick, teasing it with her tongue. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, she had kept it loose hanging about her shoulders just as she had earlier. She moved it out of the way as she continued sucking, licking my cock bringing it back to its full aroused size. I lay back quietly enjoying the sensation, very much aware of the need to remain as silent as we could, neither one of us wanting nor wishing for Melinda to wake up and discover what it was we were doing.

Once I was hard as I could possibly be, I felt Charlene moving back up along my torso. She now straddled me, her soft sweet pussy resting against the length of my shaft, she was slick, juicy and obviously aroused. The green luminescence off the clock just barely highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair as she leaned forward, her hand now reaching down between us, grasping my prick as she placed it at the opening of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned softly as I felt the head of my dick suddenly slip inside, receiving yet again another warning "shush" as I did so, silencing myself.

Charlene's pussy felt like it had been filled with honey. As we moved together, slowly grinding and thrusting against one another, I heard the erotic squish of her cunt as she soaked me with her fluids, bathing my prick in her essence. As our coupling intensified, I felt that familiar squeeze as she snared me, milking me all too soon so it seemed. But somehow I managed to hold off from filling her with my cum, as much as I wanted to do so. I reached up toying with her breasts, holding onto them as I plunged upwards into her depths, as she in turn thrust downwards, driving me nearly inside her womb. We fucked softly, slowly, almost too quietly, at last coming together in a near perfect synchronization of pleasure. Once again I felt the liquid discharge of her cunt as it met my own. Hard forceful spurtings of my prick as they lurched upwards inside her, my hips coming up off the bed, hers coming down to meet me, driving me back, the intensity of which was overwhelming. Moments later she collapsed against my shoulder, me holding her there listening to her labored breathing as it finally calmed, slowing.

And there, we both fell asleep.

I was startled to discover that Charlene was already up and gone when I woke up, being the light sleeper that I normally was. But I knew then I had had the deepest, soundest sleep that I'd ever had in years too, the pure pleasure we'd experienced together draining me of all stress, anxiety and concern. It had been a long time since I'd been with another woman, and I now realized just how much I had missed that.

I rolled out of bed with a smile on my face, and for the first time in recent memory, a totally flaccid cock as well. I was surprised when I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it was already well after ten in the morning. I hadn't slept past eight in years either! I laughed, whistling to myself as I went into the bathroom to pee and freshen up, returning to my bedroom to dress, only to discover I had but one pair of clean shorts to put on. It was time to do laundry...past time.

I wandered downstairs saw a note propped up against my waiting empty coffee cup. It read simply, "We missed you this morning," then included a smiley face winking at me which Charlene had obviously drawn as an afterthought. A postscript then told me they'd gone out to do some grocery shopping and would return a bit later to do some more sun-tanning and that I was welcome to join them if I cared to.

I poured myself a cup sitting down at the table reading the note once again. "Maybe I will!" I thought to myself. "And maybe...just maybe, Charlene will allow me the pleasure of secretly fingering her off again too!" I thought.

I finished my coffee, rinsed out my cup and smiled. At least last night I didn't just waste it in a coffee mug. I then headed upstairs to grab my dirty clothes, and back down to the basement to wash them. I noticed there was a wet load still sitting in the washer, which I removed, only slightly annoyed in having to do so. As I opened the drier to put those in so I could do my own wash, I now noticed a load of dry clothes inside there.

"Time for another family chat," I mused, though smiling to myself as I said that. Things had indeed changed around here, most of it for the better to be sure. But living in such confined quarters would still take us all some getting used to. Especially when it came to sharing the bathroom, or in doing laundry. I removed their dry clothes, mostly panties, bras, and thongs and a few tee shirts, along with their cut off nasty/naughty football jerseys. After placing their wet clothes in the drier and mine in the washer, I then carried up their things back upstairs to their room for them to put away. I still knocked even though I knew no one was home and then entered their room. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised, but I was. It was a mess. Amazing how two grown woman could live like that, things scattered about the way they were. Though I realized that was partially because they hadn't gotten around to unpacking everything yet, nor had they begun putting things away yet inside the second dresser drawers we'd brought back either. Not wanting to simply dump their clean clothes on the bed and get them mixed up with any dirty ones, I decided to at the very least place them inside the empty dresser, figuring they could resort everything later. I opened the top drawer intending to do so, and just stood there and stared.

At first I didn't know what I was actually looking at. I placed the clean clothes down on top of the dresser, and then reached in. I pulled out what appeared to be a longhaired blonde wig. I stood there just staring at it, my mind suddenly reeling with the implications, though even then...I still had no real proof. I argued with myself even, my imagination running away with me. Just because there happened to be a blonde wig in the dresser drawer didn't mean anything, one way or the other. But...it did give me cause for concern.

"Had I in fact fucked my own daughter? Or had it indeed been Charlene who had come into my bedroom?"

I heard the car just then pulling into the driveway. I replaced the wig back where I'd found it, and then placed the clothes on the end of their bed anyway. Better that than where I'd left them and raise any suspicions. I soon headed downstairs to help with carrying in the groceries and was met with two welcoming morning smiles when I did.

We had soon unpacked and put everything away, with the girls soon scrambling upstairs to change. They returned a short time later, once again wearing their bikinis as I followed them both outside. As before, Melinda lay down on her tummy before reaching behind herself undoing the clasp on her bikini top, though Charlene of course had no problem simply taking hers off. Frankly, I was surprised she'd even bothered wearing it in the first place, though I supposed she had done so in the event anyone came over.

"Here, let me lotion you both up," I offered receiving a thank you in hearing that from each of them. I first turned to Charlene, doing her back first, and then even her chest. She smiled wickedly as I did so, allowing my hands to run freely over her exquisite mounds which I enjoyed doing. I then turned towards Melinda.

"Here, why don't you sit up so I can do you a little easier?" I suggested. She looked at me in surprise, hesitating only for a moment before responding.

"Ok, as long as you're not uncomfortable seeing me," she said surprise clearly etched in her tone of voice.

"Doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you," I responded back. "Maybe when you were little, just coming of age, it might have. Hard enough getting you to wear any clothes even then. But now...you're an adult, a young woman, and even though you may very well be my daughter, or rather stepdaughter at least, you are certainly old enough to make up your own mind about such things. So...if you aren't uncomfortable being around me in the nude, I certainly won't be either."

Melinda was grinning from ear to ear as she sat up leaving her discarded top on the ground. She even stood, suddenly slipping out of her bikini bottoms as Charlene sat by watching her do so with a somewhat surprised look on her face that she did.

"Thank you daddy, I'm glad you're good with this. You know me and clothing," she giggled happily, and then sat down again as I began rubbing the lotion into her skin, first doing her back, and then having her turn around as I began massaging it into her breasts. We sat there looking at one another, smiling, her hard firm thick nipples once again filling my hands.​