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Author's note
: There are no incidences of incest in this story.]
Twenty-one-year-old college junior Morgan Updike sleepily staggered into the kitchen where her brother was already eating a bowl of cereal. "Mornin' Baby Bro."
"Good Morning, Sister Dear." The two had all sorts of alternate names for each other, but neither was feeling especially creative this morning.
"How'd you sleep?"
"How do you think?"
"This is getting out of control. We've got to do something. I'm so fucking sick of not sleeping because of them going at it all night."
"Oh I hear ya. I got a D on my Chem test yesterday. I can't stay awake for the lectures. I can't study. I can't even think. But what can we do?"
"We've got to talk to Dad."
"OK.
You
talk to him."
"I was thinking we should both talk to him."
"And say what? 'Dude, your fucking girlfriend's such a screamer that the rest of us aren't getting any sleep. I appreciate that you're happy to be getting some and all, but could you guys please tone it way the fuck down!' You mean say something like that?"
"Yes. Say it way nicer than that of course, but still say something."
Just then, thirty-year-old Daniella Flores bounced downstairs and into the kitchen in a great mood. "Good Morning, Ronan. Good Morning, Morgan. It's going to be a beautiful day today!"
Daniella was always going on about the weather. Weather was her thing. Daniella worked as the Weather Girl for Channel 4 News. "Meteorologist," she was always quick to correct people when they referred to her as "Weather Girl." Morgan and Ronan had both been corrected, but despite this, they definitely thought of her as the Weather Girl. On air, Daniella always wore tight dresses that showed off her stunning body. This morning she was wearing one of their father's white dress shirts, with three buttons undone, and no bra. The shirt hung down to cover her ass so you couldn't tell, but neither Morgan nor Ronan would have been surprised if she was not wearing panties, either.
"Good Morning," the children responded politely, but not especially warmly, from their seats at the table. They barely looked up at her. Ronan was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Morgan was in a sweatshirt and running shorts.
"Don't let me interrupt you. You were trying to figure out how to say something politely?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Morgan replied. "Ronan was just trying to figure out how to talk to one of his professors."
"Yeah. I need to ask if I can retake a test."
"Oh...oh. Well, yes, for sure you will want to be polite for that."
Just then the children's father, David, walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for work, already fully decked out in suit and tie. David was a partner at Cransler, Updike, and Norman, perhaps the leading firm in the city specializing in estates and trusts. He looked every inch the reputable, reliable attorney, with a strong jaw and enough grey around the temples to be taken seriously. He slid straight up behind Daniella, wrapped his arms around her, and held her warmly while he nuzzled her neck. She leaned back into him and purred. David inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the luxuriant cascades of dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders.
David and Daniella together were the very picture of satisfaction and contentment. Morgan and Ronan couldn't help but notice, just as they had noticed it for the last three weeks, ever since Daniella moved in full time. And just as before when they'd tried to bring the nighttime noises, the sight of the two together took the piss right out of them. It was so nice to see their father happy. They could barely ever remember him being happy before he met Daniella.
Daniella rolled around to kiss David, deeply and warmly, savoring him, with her hands on the side of his face like he was going away on a long journey, instead of simply heading off to work. David pulled her close to crush her body against him, with one hand grabbing her butt cheek. With Daniella's arms raised the shirt rode up enough so the onlooking kids could tell that yes, she was in fact wearing panties, small black ones that showed off her toned and shapely ass.
The two lovebirds whispered something into each other's ears, then, only after breaking the embrace, David noticed his children in the room. "Oh hey kids," he greeted them cheerily, grabbing a muffin and a banana from off the counter as he headed out the door.
With David gone, Daniella wasted no time getting her coffee and returning upstairs to the bedroom.
"Shit." Ronan summed up how both he and his sister were feeling. After what they'd all been through, the long years of screaming, fighting, sulking, drinking, and the constant tension that had filled the house before their mother left, of course they wanted happiness for their father. David was undeniably happy and relaxed. Mr. straightlaced, stick-up-his-ass professional rectitude had magically turned into an easygoing good-time Charlie.
Not long after Daniella left, Ronan loaded his bowl in the dishwasher and headed back upstairs to his room. He picked up the kleenexes off the floor where he'd thrown them the night before and laid down on his bed. Immediately his thoughts drifted back to Daniella. He closed his eyes and conjured up the image of her in that dress shirt, leaning back into his father. He could see her dark nipples stiffening into points as his father's arms had wrapped around her. Her legs were so smooth and tanned. Her hair was loose and wild the way it fell over her shoulders. She was so damn beautiful. The expression on her face was so sensuous. Ronan couldn't help but pull down his sweatpants, grab ahold of his hard cock, and let his fantasies run. To be able to make love to a woman like that, to have her respond so fully to his touch, to fill her with such rapture that she cried out his name and screamed over and over again, in orgasm after orgasm over the course of hours. Hours!
Ronan made a mess all over himself again. He got another wad of tissues, wiped himself off, and got in the shower.
Morgan didn't have it much better. To her, Daniella was annoying. There was the lost sleep of course, but that was not all. Daniella always managed to look put together. She was fucking gorgeous, seemingly without even trying. She ate whatever she wanted and barely worked out, yet her tits and ass were perfect. She monopolized all their dad's attention, and most annoyingly of all, Daniella could apparently have multiple orgasms each night, every single one of them seemingly more intense and joyously fulfilling than anything Morgan had ever experienced herself.
Granted, Morgan had never had a guy as apparently crazy for her as her dad was for Daniella. She'd had two boyfriends, one in high school and one in college, and neither one could make her cum, except very minimally and very rarely. The only orgasms she'd ever had were tiny ones, mostly ones she'd given to herself.
The boys in school used to make fun of Morgan, calling her Morgan Uptight instead of Updike. She hated that name, all the more so because it stuck, and the reason it stuck was because it kind of fit. Personality-wise at least, Morgan took after her father, at least the way her father used to be. The obviously relaxed comfort Daniella felt in her body was totally alien to Morgan, and she envied Daniella for it. Jealousy ate away at her every day, and especially every night as she lay there, listening to what she wanted so badly, yet had never had.
Morgan also resented the way Daniella made her think about her father, the way Daniella put those thoughts in her head. She could not avoid the fact that Daniella's cries of pleasure turned her on. Even though she tried to imagine it was other men, she could never completely forget who was really making Daniella feel that indescribable pleasure.
To make matters worse, her father and Daniella's behavior that morning was far from an isolated incident. Those two acted frisky all the time. Their hands were all over each other. They teased and joked constantly, blatantly. Just two days before, Daniella had said her favorite breakfast was "sausage and milk." Then they shared a sickening stifled smile with each other, like kids who just got away with something. Daniella liked to wear revealing clothing around the house too, not just those tight dresses she wore on air. Morgan and Ronan had often seen sexy lingerie visible under Daniella's dressing gown. She seemed not to own any pants or shorts that weren't tight. She was fond of crop tops and workout wear. But she made their father happy.
The next morning was Saturday, and Morgan took full advantage of the much-needed opportunity to sleep in. The two horn dogs had only gone at it for about 40 minutes the night before. That was practically a record for the least intrusive night so far. Morgan got up around 10:00 and went downstairs for breakfast in the best mood she'd been in in a while. What she saw, though, short-circuited everything.
Her dad was leaning back against the kitchen sink. His arms were holding onto the counter behind, as if to steady himself. His head was slightly back. His eyes were closed. His bathrobe was open, showing his bare torso. And there, on her knees in front of him, was Daniella. Her dressing gown was open, exposing her naked, swaying breasts. Her father's cock was in Daniella's mouth.
Morgan froze. She had a couple of seconds to take it all in before they noticed her. Daniella's eyes were briefly closed too, and then she opened them and instinctively pulled back in shock. Morgan then saw her dad's fully hard cock, shiny with Daniella's saliva. It was surprisingly large and looked like he was about to pop. Her dad opened his eyes as soon as Daniella had released him. They both stared at Morgan for a moment, frozen in time, before quickly scrambling to cover up.
Daniella, still kneeling on the floor, held her hand over her mouth and started to laugh.
"Ohmygod Morgan," David said as Morgan gasped and raced back upstairs to her room, slamming the door. Then David started to laugh too. After taking a minute to compose himself, David climbed the stairs after her.
The commotion woke up Ronan and caused him to come out of his room to see what was going on. He was just in time to see his father knocking.
"Morgan honey, can we talk?"
"Go away!"
"I'm sorry you had to see that honey, but I think we should talk about it."
"I said, GO AWAY!"
David stood at the door, his hand poised to knock again, but hesitating.
"What's going on?" Ronan asked.
"Your sister saw something that upset her. It's none of your business, Ronan."
The fact David was in his bathrobe didn't tell the whole story, but it gave Ronan a clue. "Does it involve Daniella?"
David turned to look at Ronan. He looked as if he was about to say something, but he did not.
"Too much PDA?" Ronan asked.
David said nothing. He simply turned and went back down the stairs. Ronan knew better than to push his sister for details right then, but he definitely planned to bring it up later. Then just as Ronan began to retreat back to his room, his father came back up the stairs. Clearly this was important to him. To second guess his own action like that was not like him at all.
"It's not public," he said. "This is my house. You remember how it used to be around here. Was that better? Did you prefer that?" He turned around and went back downstairs.
Morgan heard every word, but she did not come out. She was full of conflicting emotions. And now, on top of all that, she had the added burden of an image she absolutely could not get out of her head.
