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This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Thanks to Scalia for editing.
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Once again all seemed right in the world. Maggie was my wife again, acting like she had before I began these sexual time excursions. But I had changed. The experiment my pretend daughter Sissy had conducted between me and her friend Joy, had changed me forever. That experiment had taken Joy and me extremely close to intercourse. Then Sissy stepped in, completely naked, to revel the true purpose of the experiment. My own daughter wanted to fuck me! Even though I wanted to fuck someone, anyone, incest was going too far even for me. Therefore, imagine my anxiety when my real daughter Felice brought home her friend Hermana, who looked identical to Sissy. And both of them deliver crotch-tenting kisses. This was real-time, as opposed to a flashback time, and the silver time clock definitely wasn't happy about incest under these conditions. I'd felt its power and knew what it could do when it got upset.
It was easy to ignore the young women on the second floor. Then Maggie came in, sniffed and held her nose: "You stink, mister. Go on up and take a shower."
"I showered this morning, before I went to work." I gambled that this was a workday, a five out of seven chance.
"I don't care. Sleeping in that bathrobe has given you a body odor I don't want in my bed tonight."
I snuck upstairs, entered the hall bathroom and got into the shower. The images of Joy and Sissy naked kept me hard. I was tempted to beat myself off, but what I really wanted was sex with Maggie, for the first time in what seemed like years. Then I felt a chill. Someone had opened the door. "Hello?"
"It's just me Mr. Norris. Washing my hands." Hermana was on the other side of the shower curtain. I wondered if my body was visible. The curtain was frosted, and there was no light in the ceiling above the tub, so I figured I was safe. Until Hermana pulled back the curtain. The jig was up, and so was my cock.
"Oh, Mr. Norris. It's so beautiful!" Hermana dropped to her knees and grabbed my erection, rubbing it on her face.
"Please, no. You can't do this!" I put my hands on her shoulders in a losing cause to get her to stand up.
And then she stood wrapping her arms around my neck. The spray got both of us wet. Her shirt and bra were soaked, and I imagined her nipples through the two layers. She lifted her skirt so my cock could experience the gap between her thighs. "I want you so bad. Will you be my first lover?"
I was wobbly in the tub where rinsed-off soap had made the surface slick. I held onto Hermana. Okay, I'll admit it. I could have chosen a place other than her ass to grasp. It was instinctual, I swear. "I don't know if that's a good idea." And it was my bad habits that put my lips on hers, kissing her back with the same urgency that she'd demonstrated with me. My head was spinning, holding Hermana but kissing Sissy.
And then the clock struck. My legs slid out from under me as I fell into the tub. I had the good sense to let go of Hermana, rather than pulling her down with me into the tub. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Hermana had the sense to pull the curtain shut, but there was still the matter of her soaked shirt.
I felt another draft and heard Missy's voice. "What happened?"
"I came in to wash my hands and get a drink of water," said Hermana. "I heard Mr. Norris shout and accidentally spilled water all over myself."
Not bad for a shoot from the hip lie.
"Charlie, are you okay?" asked Maggie.
"Slipped on the soap. I'll have a black and blue mark on my butt."
"I'll get an ice pack for you after you get out. Come on, girls, the show is over."
Girls? Evidently Felice had joined the crowd. The open door had cooled the room considerably. I had goose bumps but no erection, thank goodness.
The girls left me alone for the rest of the evening. I imagined them plotting to get Maggie out of the house so they could pounce, taking turns bouncing up and down on my cock. No such luck. The silver clock would have caused some interruption anyway. At the end of the evening, Hermana prepared to leave.
Felice accompanied her to the front door and called to me: "Daddy, why don't you give Hermana a ride? She shouldn't walk home alone."
Hermana seemed to like the idea but Maggie had other thoughts. "Felice can walk you half way, up to the school. You should be fine the rest of the way."
Neither of the girls were happy about Maggie's suggestion, but my hip was still hurting, and I was already in my pajamas.
"Be careful," admonished Maggie.
