Incest/Taboo Voyeuristic Incest

I'd been married to my wife Jackie for the past twelve years now, and we had what I believe to be, an amazing relationship for one thing. For another...we had two pretty amazing kids too. Though "kids" isn't exactly the right word to be using I guess. Rob, was Jackie's son by a previous marriage. His father walking out on the two of them when he was just learning how to walk. Chris, my daughter, the same age as Rob having recently turned nineteen, and both of which would soon be heading off to a local university together. Chris had never known her mother...except through a few photos I still had around. Marsha, my first wife had died during childbirth.

In the beginning, Jackie and I both had concerns with regards to how well our own kids would get along, and whether they would both be able to accept our mutual authority in raising them. Much to our surprise, and perhaps the similarities in how we believed kids should be raised, it went far easier than I could have ever imagined. Chris took to Jackie just as though she were her own mother, and Rob I think finally got the male bonding he'd been looking for and needing most of his young formative life. But even more importantly, both kids got a sibling they enjoyed being around. It was rare to ever find the two of them arguing over anything or not getting along with one another. Maybe it had something to do with them not actually being real brothers and sisters to one another, though for the most part they seemed to consider one another just that, though not by blood.

But, like I said in the beginning. I think a lot of that had to do with Jackie more than myself really. She had a way of just listening when either one of the kids just needed to express themselves, get something off their chest without brow-beating them, or even disagreeing with them at the time. Most of the time, given a little time, each one of the kids ended up making the right decision in the long run. Jackie was always the one telling me to "give them a bit more time...they'll come to their senses," she'd very often tell me. And ninety percent of the time, they did. The other ten percent? Well, let's just say...we all learn by our mistakes. If we never made any, we'd never learn from them either.

The only thing I'd had a bit harder time dealing with than Jackie did, was whenever one or usually both of the kids ended up having what I termed a "sex question". Not that I was necessarily shy about discussing things like that, but it was always easier for me to do so, especially with Chris asking the questions, if I included Jackie at that moment. I preferred having Jackie there with me to add the more feminine point of view to whatever curiosities Chris might have. Whereas Rob on the other hand, usually accepted the simple basic explanations without needing to follow up with another "why" question. Once his curiosity about whatever it was had been answered, he was good to go. And it didn't seem to matter to him if it was me...or my wife who was the one answering his question. It was mostly who happened to be around at the moment more than anything else.

The only thing Jackie and I did notice early on, was the moment either one of them left with whatever question they'd had for us being answered, was the fact that Rob and Chris were soon after camped out in one another's room shortly after that. No doubt comparing notes, or at the very least, sharing with one another the recent thing they'd just learned or found out about. With them both being the same age, and within just a few weeks of one another, it actually saved Jackie and I a lot of time repeating ourselves for one thing. Though we did on more than one occasion, purposely bring them both in when we felt the matter was important enough to have done so.

With as old they both were now though, those days of adolescent curiosity seemed like a lifetime ago. In a way, I almost missed it. We still had family chats every once in a while, though more like adult discussions whenever we tended to have a difference of an opinion on one topic or another. But those more "interesting" days when either Rob or Chris got curiously excited about something...usually sexual in nature, seemed to be a thing of the past.

The one really good thing that I saw coming out of this, was that Jackie and I would soon have the entire house all to ourselves. With the kids heading off to a local university, they'd already been out looking for an apartment they could share close to the school. Something that both Jackie and I were in favor of. It would certainly save on expenses for one thing, and they'd still be living close enough that we'd actually see them once in a while. Yet giving us that extra-special time alone and privacy the two of us had been craving lately.

You see...the other thing I so loved about Jackie was her total lack of inhibitions. In bed, she was more than any man could ever hope to be married too. Nothing was out of bounds, or off limits with her, provided it didn't really cause any pain...or cause either one of us to be stoned by the local townsfolk. Though even then...there were times I wondered.

Now, oddly enough...even though Chris was my daughter, she actually looked more like Jackie than she looked like me. And for those who didn't know the whole story, many thought that Rob and Chris were in fact fraternal twins. Rob's somewhat darker colored hair and similar build looking more like my own, though he certainly had Jackie's green eyes, with about the only thing Chris and I sharing, were her dark brown eyes. Chris and Jackie both wore their shoulder length hair in very similar styles, making them look even more like mother and daughter, not to mention the similarities in their breasts, roughly the same size just by looking at them as they stood side by side. And they had on more than one occasion in fact, worn one another's clothes. In a way for Jackie, it was like having a younger sister she could share things with, and as I later learned, very often did. Not just in clothing, but in sharing intimate personal discussions with one another, though very often that's all I was ever given to know...that they had. Not what they'd actually discussed or talked about.

Life seemed to be moving forward in a natural direction. We were to any who knew us, the average normal every day family.

And all that was about to change.

It was a typical Friday night, or rather the first Friday of the month. A night in which Jackie and I very often went to visit with our very best friends. Sometimes they came to visit us, but most often we went to see them as their kids had already left the nest so to speak. And because of the almost two hour long drive to see them, it wasn't uncommon for us to end up spending the night, staying in their guest room. Especially if we'd had a bit too much to drink the evening before, which was usually the case. And though I had grown to like Darren and Barbra well enough, they were more Jackie's friends than mine, knowing her when she'd been married to her Ex, only excepting me after she and I had been together for a while.

The thing about Darren was, he'd always had a thing for Jackie, something that didn't exactly go unnoticed, or much appreciated by Barbra whenever she caught him looking after her best friend that way. Which again, usually happened after Darren had had a bit too much to drink.

So far, the way the two of us saw it, it had been no more than a little harmless flirting. Jackie actually enjoying the attention and teasing somewhat, though always quick to reassure her best friend it would never go beyond that. So far, it hadn't. And so far up until now anyway, there'd never really been too much of a problem because of it. But on this particular night, for whatever reason, we got a phone call on Jackie's cell when we were almost half way to their place.

"Hey, what's up? We're about...what?"

Barbra had called while we were on the way. It was evident that something was going on just in the change in my wife's tone of voice as she sat there listening to her friend over the phone.

"Oh Barb, I'm so sorry...no, don't worry about it, we haven't come that far yet," she told her friend over the phone looking towards me. Already I was slowing the car looking for a place to pull over until I got the rest of the news. "No, no, like I said...we haven't driven that far, no big deal. Yes, maybe next month...see how it goes, I'm sure by then, all this will have blown over and sorted itself out."

Jackie spoke to her friend for a moment more, though once again mostly listening before finally saying good-bye, and then hanging up.

"Home James," she spoke trying to sound good-naturedly about it. And then filled me in. "Obviously...they had a fight."

"Obviously," I said turning the car around heading back home again. "What happened? Or need I even ask?"

"Well, apparently, Darren wasn't any too happy with her choice of clothing this evening. Told her that her blouse was cut too low in the front for one thing, and that her skirt was too short. Told her to go in and put on something else."

"You're kidding me right?"

"No...that's what she told me. Said he all but threw a fit when she refused to do that. Said it was ok for him to ogle me...but that you weren't allowed to ogle her...not that you would."

"Of course not," I joked. Another thing I never worried about. Jackie was good about me ogling all I wanted to, though Barbra had always been careful in the past about letting too much of her own body show off too much. Now I knew why. Apparently, she'd had enough of Darren's double standards and had decided to even the playing field a little prior to our arrival. Darren however, obviously didn't see it that way, and they'd ended up in a full-blown fight over it. Barb had told Jackie Darren had already stormed out of the house heading off to his favorite local tavern. And under the circumstances, our coming up there this weekend wasn't probably a very good idea.

I couldn't have agreed more, and was quite happy to turn the car around and head home again. If anything, I was actually looking forward to not visiting with our friends this particular weekend. Very often, until we got back home at least, Jackie was less inclined to do anything of a sexual nature while we were there. The guest room was right next door to their bedroom, and we very often overheard the two of them having sex. Something that Barb once told Jackie, was almost a given for them, whenever we came to visit. It was almost expected, which again was another reason Jackie thought it wise that we didn't. If we could hear them...

"Well, I don't mind telling you babe...I'm almost glad we're heading home. I've been horny enough all day as it is, and wasn't looking forward to having to keep my hands off you for an entire weekend!"

Jackie laughed at that. "Yeah, me too. I was thinking the same thing, and had pretty much decided to Ra*e you once we got there anyway, just because I am," she informed me. And then surprised me a little as she suddenly began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing.

That was one of the things I so loved about my wife. Not only was she still playful, mischievous, she could be under the right circumstances, downright gutty. And this apparently was proving to be one of those times. Though it was starting to get dark, it was still possible for someone to pass us by on the other lane and see into the car. Jackie didn't seem to care however as she finished peeling off her blouse, unhooking her bra, and throwing both items into the back seat.

"Goodness Jackie!" I stated looking over at her as she sat there topless, those gorgeous breasts of hers clearly revealed, not only to me...but to anyone else who might happen to drive next to us and look inside. She laughed at that.

"What?" She said teasingly, fingering her hard taut nipples. "Just remember to keep your eyes on the road," she reminded me. "Or I'll put these away again."

It didn't take long to feel the stiffness in my pants competing with the bottom portion of the steering wheel. Jackie didn't fail to notice that either, now reaching over, unzipping my fly. As hard as I was, it took a minute or two for her to finally wrestle my stiff prick out of my shorts, finally freeing it. We still had thirty minutes ahead of us before we got home however, and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to last that long. I needn't have worried. Taking me by surprise once again, Jackie leaned over engulfing my prick inside her mouth as we drove.

"Fucking A!" I exclaimed as her sweet warm mouth fully engulfed my shaft as she began sucking it. Once again she giggled around my dick, still sweetly sucking it.

"I'll only let you come if you promise you can get it up again after we get home," she informed me. That wasn't a problem for me either. Given a few minutes in between time, I'd easily done that for her before. And I knew going in this would be no exception, as aroused as I now was.

"That's a guarantee," I told her watching an eighteen-wheeler pass us by on the left, though the driver had made no notice or indication he'd seen anything, quickly moving ahead of us as Jackie continued to lap away at my blood engorged cock. Seconds after that, I felt the first delicious surge of my cream shooting into my wife's mouth as she proceeded to devour me. Soon after, she sat up still licking her lips, still fondling her breasts.

"Now I'm really horny!" She announced as she reached back over the seat retrieving her blouse and bra, though I was delighted to see her only put her blouse back on again, stuffing her bra inside her purse as we took the exit off the freeway, heading towards our subdivision.

Pulling onto our street, the first thing we both noticed was that all the lights were off. Not all that surprising, as it was possible that one or both of the kids had gone out for the night, especially being a Friday night. But the car was there. We had given the kids a car to share, which again they managed to do without too much argument over who needed or was using it. But with it being parked in the driveway, that meant that mostly likely they were both home. But with all the lights out, especially this early in the evening, it was an interesting curiosity.

"Maybe they're downstairs in the den watching a movie," Jackie wondered aloud, and then turned towards me. The den was on the opposite side of the house with the sliding glass doors extending out towards our patio from there. If that's where they were, no lights would be showing on this side as we pulled into the drive and then on into the garage. "Please tell me you put that DVD away," Jackie stated somewhat worriedly.

"Shit!" I responded, confirming her worst fears. "I forgot!"

It wasn't that we'd be too embarrassed that the kids would discover an X-rated movie still sitting in the DVD player, they both knew we had them and actually watched them from time to time. And to be honest, we'd never made an issue with either one of them about not watching anything like that themselves, after all...they were both adults now. The problem was...this was one we'd made of ourselves, and had enjoyed watching together the evening before while the kids were out.

Jackie just shook her head. She wasn't really mad at me...but I knew she was concerned about the kids discovering their own parents had made an X-rated movie of themselves, and had discovered it.

"It wasn't labeled," I said hoping against hope that with nothing being on it to indicate what it was, the kids would simply set it off to one side prior to watching a regular movie.

"And you think that would stop either one of them from being curious about it if they saw it?" Jackie asked.

I had no answer for that and smiled sheepishly as we exited the car.

"Let's find out," Jackie suggested as she led me not through the back door into the house, but around back through the gate as we cautiously and quietly approached the den area in the back. Once again, the lights were off, though we could see the light blue flicker of the large flat-screen TV throwing off light, confirming the fact that the kids were at least watching something on the TV. "You'd better pray David," she told me, as she crept close to the house, taking my hand in hers pulling me behind her as she did. In fact I was. If the kids had discovered our X-rated movie, and were watching it, I could only surmise that would be the end of any more erotic activity for us that evening. Jackie was slow to get angry. But when she did...

And I honestly was praying they'd be watching something else. Anything at this point, even another one of our X-rated movies would be fine with me under the circumstances. At least that wouldn't be nearly as bad as peeking in around the corner and seeing the two of us up on the big screen while our kids sat there on the couch eating popcorn, watching the two of us having sex.

Even before looking in through the window myself, my worst fears were realized however just by the look on my wife's face. She was stunned, and I knew then I was about to look in and see my cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy as the kids sat there watching the two of us. Before I could move closer to do that however, Jackie who was still holding my arm pulled me back out of the way. She looked wild-eyed, unable to speak for a moment. I had no words of my own either, visions once again of Rob and Chris sitting there in a state of amused shock perhaps, watching their parents fuck wasn't anything I could find words to comment about.

I opened my mouth to speak, though again not sure of what I could even say as Jackie placed her hand over my mouth leading me away even further into the darkness of the back yard.

"What?" I mouthed only now even more confused and alarmed than I had been. A few feet further I felt it was safe to actually speak, though still whispering, and asked her. "They are watching us aren't they?" I asked.

Jackie nodded her head yes, though I knew just in the way she'd done that there was more to it than what I'd imagined. And then I saw the strangest thing...her expression changed to one of shocked, embarrassed surprise, to one of pure unadulterated lustiness.

"Not only are they watching us fuck...they're fucking while doing it," she told me.

"They're what?" I said almost too loudly, forgetting myself, though luckily we really were too far away for anyone to have overheard me say that. "Jesus!" I allowed myself to say expelling my breath. "Now what do we do? Are you sure?" I added, now needing to see it for myself, and immediately creeping back over towards the door so I could do just that.

To my surprise, Jackie followed behind me. "Don't do anything," she warned, "promise me," she said tugging on my arm just enough that I looked back towards her, nodding my head in agreement.

"I won't, but I need to see this for myself," I added.

Peering around the corner in through the window, I felt five kinds of emotions all at once. Each one competing with the other as I tried to prioritize my thoughts, let alone what it was I was actually seeing. Initially I felt shock of course, not only at seeing Jackie and myself there in all our decadent glory up on the big screen, but at the angle the kids were sitting on the "L-shaped" couch there in our den. Chris sitting in Rob's lap riding him in a backwards cowgirl, both totally naked of course, fucking slowly away as the two of them sat there watching us. My second emotion was confusion, heaped upon with a sort of morbid curiosity at actually seeing my own-daughters beautiful naked body. Her full breasts so tantalizingly revealed, bouncing up and down a bit as she rode Rob's hard stiff cock. Another sight I found myself trying to somehow digest as he held on to his sister's hips, peering around the other side watching the two of us as we continued to fuck up on the screen. Me...now kneeling behind Jackie, thrusting in and out of her in a frenzy, both of us periodically looking towards the camera, smiling wickedly at it as we did.

"Jesus!" I said again as I felt Jackie's presence as she leaned in next to me, likewise looking in at the two of them herself once again. As all those emotions fought for some semblance of control, there was now an additional one that began making an appearance, which was even more troubling to me. I was becoming aroused watching the two of them. And with all of that going on at once, I felt unable to move, to speak, to do anything but just stand there, as now Jackie was doing. Sort of. And then I looked over at her. She had hiked up her skirt, her hand was down between her own legs and it was immediately evident what she was standing there doing to herself.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Jackie?"

"Shh, you don't want them to hear us or see us out here do you?" She whispered though she made no attempt to quit touching herself, continuing to watch. I looked back myself, Chris still riding Rob's cock, though she had now reached down between her legs, obviously toying with her own clit as she did so. Her other hand now pinching and pulling on her hard erect nipple, stretching it out as she attempted to further pleasure herself. And then added to all that, Rob's magnificently hard cock spearing his sister's cunt as she lifted herself repeatedly, nearly freeing it, only to slide herself slowly down over it all over again.

"I'm not sure we should be standing here watching this," I finally managed to say, though my dick was saying otherwise. Something that didn't go unnoticed either.

"Tell me you're not perversely aroused by this," Jackie surprised me by saying. "Because admittedly, I am!"

Admittedly I was too, but I hadn't dared to say anything, once again my emotions fighting for control over which one was supposed to win out. But when Jackie reached over once again rubbing my cock through the front of my pants, one finally did.

"Just be quiet," she told me. "They need never know we saw them doing this," she added. I wasn't too sure about that, but now was not the time to sit here and discuss it either. Especially with my hard cock now in my wife's hand as she stood there playing with it, still playing with herself simultaneously. The fact she'd been horny earlier I am sure had something to do with all this, though it was a decadent, perverse fascination to be standing there spying in on our own kids having sex, watching their parents likewise doing the same. And now Jackie and I fondling one another watching them, watching us.

It seemed all so surreal.

"Fuck me," Jackie whispered undoing her blouse once again. In seconds, her magnificent breasts came into view as she likewise reached up hiking her short skirt up around her waist, removing the black thong she'd been wearing stepping out of it. "Hurry David, stick it inside me, fuck me before they finish!" She half pleaded.

I couldn't believe we were actually doing this, but I had long since tossed any guilt feelings out the window, my own arousal suddenly off the scale. It was beyond anything I'd ever felt before, stepping behind my wife now as she leaned forward slightly accepting me. Jackie's pussy was about as wet and slick as I'd ever felt it. My cock immediately bathed in her warmth, her slippery juice inhaling the entire length of my prick as I thrust into her balls deep in one fell swoop. I heard her catch her breath, her full breasts dangling there provocatively as I caught our own reflection in the glass. A vision that now added even more decadence to everything else we were seeing as I began to match rhythm with our son and daughter as they continued to sit there on the couch fucking one another.

Jackie began doing to herself, what Chris was doing. Frigging her own clit, Rob's cock fully enveloped in his sister's cunt, mine inside Jackie as she in turn half stood, half leaned, her fingers busy twirling around not only her clit, but at times my cock as well.

Movement however caught both our attention, as Rob must have said something to his sister, though neither one of us had heard it. A blessing in disguise perhaps, that if we couldn't really hear them all that clearly, then they couldn't have heard us either. But Chris suddenly extricated herself off her brother's cock and spun around rapidly, now kneeling on the floor between his legs. Her hand immediately coming up to replace where her pussy had been only moment's ago. She immediately sat there stroking his dick up and down, her lips and mouth only inches away as she opened it in expectation of receiving his ejaculation.

Just seeing her do that, I now felt my own balls tightening in need of release, not to mention a sudden additional surge of wetness coming from Jackie as her own pussy liquefied pleasurably around me.

Even as my second intense load of the night raced up the length of my shaft, we both stood there watching Rob's prick suddenly explode.

I'd had more than my fair share of pretty amazing cum-tosses in my time, especially if I'd gone a few days. But watching Rob's prick as it began to squirt, was easily one of those. It was like watching it in slow motion too. One powerful amazing squirt after the other leapt from the tip of his prick. Chris made some effort to catch some of it in her mouth, but she then actually directed the majority of it against herself, specifically against her tits, bathing each one copiously with his continued spurting. But the show wasn't over yet.

Having come myself once already, my second load wasn't nearly as much as the first one had been, already my orgasm beginning to finish inside my wife's cunt as Chris now stood up fully in front of her brother as he took over jacking himself off. One, and then two final major squirts still rocketing out of his prick, landing against his sister's pussy as she stood there spreading herself apart with her fingers. I had an out of body experience briefly standing there watching her do that, imagining my lips and tongue snaking out to surround my daughter's hard little clit. She was standing there doing just that to herself, watching Rob's final two spurts as they landed against her, precisely on her hard little love-button. And then...she came!

"Holy shit!" Jackie and I said at almost the same time. As Chris stood there, her hand a blur now as she rubbed her clit furiously, this small thin streamer of girl spunk suddenly erupted from her cunt. She stood there spraying her brother's cock, though mostly his chest as he continued to sit there holding his cock, directing it purposely against the spray of his sister's still equally spurting pussy. As she did, I heard Jackie squeal, and then heard as well as felt the delightful waterfall of her own cunt as she too released.

She didn't do that all the time, but every once in a while, she had what I called a "gusher", and she was having one of those now. Unlike Chris' streamer, a thin watery spray, Jackie gushed. It was like turning on the bathtub faucet full-blast, though it only lasted for a few moments or so. I could hear the spray, or rather gush of my wife's juices as they poured out, hitting the soft paving stones beneath our feet. She was moaning almost deliriously as she did, still thrusting backwards against my somewhat spent cock. As quickly as she'd done that however, she now stood, straightening her skirt again, slipping off me.

"Are you sure she's not your daughter?" I now asked jokingly having witnessed the unbelievable thing we'd both seen.

"Are you sure Rob's not your son?" She responded back grinning at me, though she simultaneously took my hand once again leading us both off into the darkness and back towards the garage.

"Now what?" I asked once again, though this time receiving a reply to my question.

"We make a lot of noise coming into the house," Jackie explained. "And then we go upstairs to bed."

"Shouldn't we discuss what just happened?" I asked as we stood their briefly straightening ourselves.

"Tomorrow. We'll talk about it tomorrow. But not tonight," Jackie stated in a tone of voice that I'd heard her use before. When she used it, then I knew there was no point belaboring the issue. We would indeed talk about it, discuss it. I felt we needed to, had to, especially after what had just happened.

But I knew too it would give us both a chance to digest what it was we had done, and then deal with it on far more rational terms come morning.

We made plenty of noise coming in. Enough so that there was no way the kids couldn't have heard us coming in. Somewhat surprised however, neither one of them came up stairs to ask why we had come home so early. Though in hindsight, I'm glad they didn't. Perhaps the expression on their own fearful faces might have normally alerted Jackie and myself that they'd been up to something. And now was not the time to be dealing with that.

We closed the door to our room and settled in for the night. But it was a long...long time before I was finally able to fall asleep.

I had never been one to sleep in on the weekends, and today was no exception even though I had gotten very little sleep. I had tossed and turned most of the night, images of my son and daughter still bouncing around inside my head. And added to that, dealing with the reemerged emotions I'd first felt early on. Guilt, confusion, even a bit of anger and jealousy of all things. Neither one of which I felt like I could dare express or act upon. Bottom line was, I didn't know what to do, and could only hope and rely upon my wife's more levelheaded way of dealing with it. But that wouldn't happen until later on after she'd woken up herself and had spent some time reasoning it out in her own mind, which I knew she'd eventually do. Until then, the only thing I could think of to do was go about my normal routine and not say or do anything that would give myself away.

Better laid plans.

I'd gotten up, headed downstairs and started the coffee, just as I always did. While I waited for it to finish brewing, I went outside to grab the paper and then head back out onto the deck in order to read it, and enjoy the first cup of the day. As it usually was this early in the morning, the house along with the neighborhood was fairly quiet. I'd only been outside a short time when I heard the sound of movement coming from inside. I steeled myself, knowing full well who it would most likely be. Chris usually joined me for her first cup of coffee shortly after I had made it. Usually just the smell of it in the morning was enough to wake her up, where she usually joined me. Normally I looked forward to those times together where we'd catch one another up on what was going on in our lives, and spend some personal semi-intimate time together. I could only sit there and wonder how I could possibly pull that one off, thinking and remembering what I now was.

Sure enough, Chris stepped outside a few minutes later carrying a cup of coffee with her, along with a carafe, which she had also filled in order to refresh my own.

"Morning daddy!" She said just as she always did, kissing me on the cheek as she leaned over simultaneously pouring me more coffee. It was the same thing she always did. But up until now anyway, I'd never really paid too much attention to her attire, nor the close proximity of her braless breasts as they just grazed my shoulder as she kissed me and poured the coffee.

"Morning," I said a bit too gruffly perhaps, not in my usual chipper way of greeting her. As usual, she was wearing a very large tee shirt as sleep wear, which was no different than what she usually wore, along with a pair of panties that I only occasionally got glimpses of in the past whenever she came outside to sit with me. Unfortunately however, that brief brush of her breasts, knowing they were bare beneath her shirt, and that she didn't have anything else on except for a pair of too-brief panties perhaps, caused me to comment on her attire. Something I would never have done otherwise until now.

"You know honey...you really should think about getting more appropriately dressed before coming out here in the mornings," I stated seeing the look of surprise in her face upon hearing me say that.

She looked down at herself. She might have been braless yes, but her nipples certainly weren't poking against the front of her shirt, and there was really nothing to suggest that she wasn't decently covered. Even the shirttail was still long enough to completely cover her behind as long as she didn't just lean forward with her back towards me.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" She asked defensively. "It's the same thing I've always been wearing. You never said anything about the way I've been dressed before!" She said indignantly. And then looked directly into my eyes. "You're not upset about the way I'm dressed...so what else is going on?"

"I didn't say I was upset. What I said was...maybe you should think about wearing something else before you come outside."

"More appropriate," she corrected me. "Meaning...you don't think what I'm wearing now is very appropriate. And I want to know why. Nothing's showing for one thing, even my nipples aren't poking out," she added obviously becoming a bit angry herself now, though obviously confused as to why I would be.

I could have kicked myself. Obviously this conversation was going to go nowhere fast, and I wasn't about to tell her the real reason why either. Jackie would personally kill me if I did for one thing, and the last thing I wanted to do was make this an even bigger mess than it was already turning out to be. I decided to try and back-track a little, lay some of the guilt on myself, which wouldn't be that hard to do, pass it all off as a, "It's a my problem" sort of a thing, and hope she'd let it go at that.

I should have known better.

I tried putting on a more friendly, fatherly smile. All that did was piss her off even more.

She stood up once again looking down at herself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she demanded.

"Nothing Chris. Nothing, it's me...not you. There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, nothing at all, and I shouldn't have said it. It's me honey, not you," I said trying to defuse the situation.

Now she looked more confused than ever, though she at least sat down once again.

"Did you and mom have some sort of a fight?" She asked. "Is that why the two of you came home so unexpectedly? And then went straight up to bed? Are you having sex problems?" She came right out asking me directly.

I wanted to crawl into a hole someplace and bury myself.

"Ah...ah, sex, I mean, ah...ah no! Of course not! And no...we didn't have a fight either," I said backtracking as best as I could, though Chris had taken me off guard by her question. Especially as it had hit too damn close to the root of the real problem here.

"Then what?" She pressed. "Why did you come home so early then? And why are you acting so grumpy this morning? It's not like you to jump all over me for no good reason, unless there is one," she added her eyes opening wide, looking for some sign that she was on to something.

I'd just run into a wall here, looking for a way to turn this around, wishing I hadn't gotten up this morning at this point. I sat there looking at her, looking at me, waiting for some sort of an explanation. And then it came to me, well...something came to me anyway, and I acted on it before thinking it through clearly. Something I was suddenly very good at doing.

"Because you're so grown up...and a real woman now."

She blinked as though that might help her to understand me more clearly. "You want to try running that one by me again?" she asked.

"I'm sorry...I know, I'm not really making any sense am I?" I said winging it now, desperately trying to take this in a direction that would make sense...to either one of us. Though I was still grasping at straws here even then.

"You...you remind me so much of your mother."

"Mom?" She turned upon saying that looking back into the house, and I knew then she'd missed my meaning.

"Not mom...not Jackie," I amended. "Your mom...mom."

"Marsha?"

Chris had never ever really referred to her real mother as mom. She had no reason to for one thing. After Jackie and I got married, and after they had so quickly grown close to one another, Jackie forever afterwards was plan and simply, "mom" to her. Which I was more than delighted with. But now...having just thrown this one out, she was looking at me like I'd suddenly grown a green beard and developed horns on the top of my head.

"And what brought this on?" she asked.

"Well you see Chris...today would have been our wedding anniversary, if she was still alive, and I was just sitting out here this morning, realizing that when I saw the date on the paper. And then...I was sort of day-dreaming, remembering things...intimate personal things, things that maybe I shouldn't have been thinking about, remembering," I lied...telling her. The truth was, our real anniversary wasn't for a couple of months yet, though I was pretty sure she didn't know which day it really was. Or at least I hoped she didn't. I hadn't kept anything that would have told her when it was, nor had she ever asked me either. "Anyway, I'm embarrassed to admit it, thinking that...thinking those sorts of things, and then suddenly seeing you this morning. Which is when I realized just how much you really do remind me of her. And though you look enough alike to pass as your mothers daughter," I said, pausing at how awkward and strange that now sounded, I continued. "My wife's daughter...when you're not," I said making it even worse, "It's just that you look so much like her...and I was remembering that, and then seeing you...and then..."

"So you were having naughty thoughts about Marsha," she said as though all of this now suddenly made perfect sense. Which it still didn't, and which was of course all a big fat fucking lie, but at least it had gotten me out of the corner I had painted myself in.

"More or less...yes."

"So...when you saw me then, you were still thinking about her...naked."

"Ah huh..." I said wondering if I'd actually gotten myself out of a jam, or had put myself in an entirely different one.

"Imaging things...intimate things, so when you looked at me, you were sort of imagining me naked too then, or at least how I might look, the way she looked."

"Ah huh..." I said feeling my face turning crimson, tearing my eyes away from the front of my daughter's tee shirt, which I now noticed, suddenly had two twin little points pressing against it.

"Do you really think I look like her? The way she did?"

"Yeah, you do...which is why I was probably feeling a little sad, a bit depressed, you know...being that it's our...or would have been, our anniversary and all. And then...and then seeing you, and, and...then, then...um uh, well...those thoughts, you know. And uh...my mind, thinking...images, memories..."

Chris was smiling at me, which sent a flood of relief coursing through me then, though she made it worse partially, at least for me anyway, by standing up, coming over and literally sitting down in my lap, hugging and kissing me. "Oh daddy! Don't be embarrassed, or shy because you were. And frankly, now that I know that, I'm actually flattered by it. Though to be honest, I'm not so sure I'd mention any of this to mom...why upset the apple cart if you don't have to," she informed me.

Only it wasn't apples I was concerned with at the moment. More like banana's, in particular, the one suddenly hardening between my legs. Any moment now, she'd be able to feel it too, sitting on me the way she was, with nothing more than the thin material of her own panties, now pressed against me, though thank god at least, I was also wearing a bathrobe. Even then...any moment now.

"So...what did she look like?" Chris suddenly asked me.

Once again I was confused. "Well...like you, like the way you do now, mostly," I said, shifting in my chair some, wanting to find a way to dislodge her soon here, or at least make her aware enough that she might want to retake her seat without making it too obvious. So far, she wasn't taking the hint.

"That's not what I mean," she said grinning at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked shifting again.

"Are we built the same? Same height? Chest? That stuff?" she asked which I now noticed, her breasts were pressing against my arm, the feeling of which had suddenly caused me to begin stiffening even more rapidly now. I felt my face turning crimson.

"Yeah, I guess...sort of, I mean, it's not like, well not like I know that you look alike as...as women, you know?"

Chris moved then too, looking down as she did. There was no mistaking the obvious now, no matter what I did. If I could feel it, she could. The problem was, she made no effort to remove herself from my lap. And my erection continued to grow even as she sat there.

"Do you remember how I used to come to you when I had certain questions?" she asked, using the same tone of voice she once used to use when she actually did that. Suddenly it was as though we'd gone back in time, only my little girl was sitting in her father's lap, with he...me, having an erection. It was getting all too surreal again.

"Of course...why?"

"Well, because I'm curious about something, and I want you to be perfectly honest with me, like you used to be," she stated.

"Ok, what?"

At last she stood, and I felt such a sudden sense of relief at feeling her do that, that I didn't at first catch what she then did, until it was simply too late. As she stood, she had reached down, pulling her tee shirt completely off up and over her head. Even then, I was just then turning to look at her after having first looked down at myself to make sure my one-eyed monster hadn't inadvertently made an appearance through the opening in my bathrobe. Only as I turned to look, Chris was just then stepping out of the white thong she'd been wearing. She stood only a few feet away from me, entirely naked. Naked as the day she was born. Only she was a woman now. Very much a woman now.

"Jesus! Chris!" I stammered suddenly looking behind myself towards the house, fearful and half expectant to see both Rob as well as my wife standing there looking at the two of us. "What're you doing?"

She actually laughed at me. "Don't be embarrassed, though it's sort of cute, just the way you sometimes used to get whenever I asked you something personal or intimate, and then you'd usually shoo me off to go ask mom about it," she said standing there in the altogether, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing. "I told you...I'm now curious, did mom look like this? Look like me? Where do we differ?" she wondered.

I found myself staring at my daughter, taking her in...actually comparing her now to the memories I still had. And feeling like I was somehow betraying my own wife while I did that. This wasn't at all how I'd expected any of this to go. The last thing I needed was to be reminded about what I'd seen...and enjoyed seeing, the night before. And now...here she was, actually standing here in front of me naked. The image of her spreading herself, prying her pussy lips apart with her own fingers, and then squirting on Rob's prick moments later now filled my head. Just as the blood was now filling my cock, which had become about as hard and as erect as it could possibly be. And yes...with my mind now elsewhere, still looking at Chris, parts in reality, parts in fantasy, and parts now in memory of the evening before, I didn't even realize my cock had in fact now sprung up between my legs. Though Chris certainly did.

"Wow...I guess I really do remind you of Marsha...mom, don't I?" She asked glancing down at my hard stiff prick, though I only then realized I was almost fully exposed, suddenly putting my hands down in my lap in some attempt at covering myself, though the damage had already been done.

"A little...yes," I stammered, totally embarrassed now, and once again feeling guilty. To be so aroused, such as I was, having this conversation with my daughter, and knowing what I knew, unable to say anything, was the worse possible situation I could have ever been in.

Until Jackie walked outside anyway. And then it really was.

"Ok, someone want to tell me what's going on here?" she asked, though I was at least grateful by the tone of her voice that she didn't appear angry. Just curiously confused...as I was. "Did it say in the paper that today's national nude day or something? Because if it is...I'm over dressed." Though that was when she also looked down, and saw I was still trying very hard to conceal an erection. That's when her eyebrows rose up a little.

Thank god Chris came to my rescue.

"Actually, I was asking daddy about Marsha," she began, once again causing Jackie to lift a curious eyebrow. "I was wondering if I actually looked like her at all. I've seen a few old pictures, but they don't really do her much justice. And in fact, daddy says I actually look more like you, that I do her," she explained. Relief came when I saw Jackie smiling at that.

"Ok, but why are you naked?" Jackie asked still sounding curiously amused at least.

"Well, to be honest...I was wondering if we were built much the same, looked much the same, that's why. And the only way I knew how to do that, was to let daddy see me, so he could tell me...openly and honestly."

It was the simple truth...in a way. But Jackie seemed to easily accept that, turning towards me. "Well, does she?"

"I guess, though I don't honestly remember all that clearly," I responded. "It's been a long time. But yeah...I suppose so, they do seem to have about the same size breasts, figure...all that," I quickly added. Once again I noticed my wife's expression. She was now enjoying this for some reason, enjoying my discomfort to some extent, finding the whole situation funny. Which I wasn't. Especially still trying to hide a partial erection.

"So...you really do think Chris looks more like me than she does your first wife?" Jackie asked, surprising me...and even Chris to some extent.

"Yeah, actually...does," I said once again looking up as Chris continued to stand there in the buff, not even trying to cover herself up yet.

"And you think we could actually pass off as sisters even?" She asked now standing and moving over to stand beside our daughter.

"Sure...I suppose so," I ventured.

And then Jackie dropped the robe she was wearing. Now standing side-by-side Chris, the two of them completely naked.

"How about now?" She laughed, as did Chris seeing what Jackie had just done, knowing full well it had been meant as a major tease, especially under the circumstances, and especially as Jackie also knew what we were probably both thinking at that very moment.

"Ok...so's someone want to tell me what the hell's going on around here?" Rob asked.​