Editor's Note: story contains reluctance/forced orgasm themes.
Characters: Ray, his son Greg, and daughter Maria
Ray and his 18-year old son were more like friends than father and son. Greg was advanced for his age and Ray wasn't able to give up the wild days of his youth. They were into the same activities and liked the same sports and music. Ray sometimes joined Greg on a Saturday night out with friends. Greg's friends were queasy at first but soon learned that Ray was discrete, thought the same way, and acted more like a virile teenager than an older married man: downing the suds, telling dirty jokes and ogling the girls and making rude comments, like "nice ass."
Maria, Greg's older sister, was feminine like her mother. She was not as openly sociable, though she had a charming personality that went well with her pixie haircut, beautiful face, normal-sized but perky 34C breasts, and a well-shaped tight ass that sat on super legs. Her relation with her dad and Greg was congenial but not close; they had little in common. Ray and Greg were more hot and gross; Maria more nice and sweet. Both Ray and Greg viewed Maria like they did all other girls, something to ogle and make sly comments about and lust after. Ray would make comments like, "That hottie over there has great tits, just like your sister!" Or, with a friendly elbow to his ribs, "Ever get a peek of your sister's titties? Ever catch her naked in the shower? Ever "accidentally" bump into her and rub her ass?"
Greg would play along. "Never anything like that. I did pass her room once when her door was open and caught a glimpse of bare tits."
"How'd they look? Were they perky? Big nipples? Look anything like your mother's tits?" jumped Ray.
Answered Greg, "Well, I haven't seen mom's tits, but Maria's looked real nice. No way for me to know but 35 seems about right."
Ray rejoined, "I know she's your sister and out of the question, but didja ever wonder what it'd be like to get in her pants?"
"Thought about it, but that's all," Greg chuckled.
"I bet she'd be as hot as the other little hotties you chase?" kept up Ray.
"No way for me to know," Greg replied.
Ray continued, "It's just a fantasy, I know, but I bet you'd like to get in her pants and find out. I shouldn't say it out loud but I fantasize about pussy other than your mother's! I probably can't do Maria but maybe you'd help me do one of your girlies sometime."
And so it went with nasty virile teenage banter – Ray acting less than his age and Greg acting more mature.
Some weeks later Ray's wife took off to spend a couple of weeks at her mother's home to nurse her back after an operation. The afternoon of the Saturday she left Ray said to Greg, "Son, I'm going to have a talk with Maria later about her social life. She's too old to not be social and I'm going to talk to her about birds and bees, so to speak, or how with her body she should be more active dating. If you're not busy I could use your help for some of it." Greg indicated he had nothing else to do.
Maria didn't have a date that night, like most nights, but after some athletic activities she took a late afternoon shower anyway. Just after entering the shower Ray went to her room, sat on her bed, and waited. With her mind clearly someplace else, Maria strolled back to her room after the shower toweling her hair with a bathrobe draped over her shoulders. She was taken aback when she saw her dad.
"Daddy, what are you doing here?" she shrieked as she tried to close her robe, though she fumbled with a heavy towel in her hand.
"I'm sorry, baby; didn't mean to scare you. I want to have a little talk with you," Ray answered.
"O.K." she said, "Just let me get dressed."
Ray came back, "That's O.K. It won't take long. And you've got nothin' I haven't seen before... though your ass looks a lot better now than when you were young. C'mere and sit next to me."
Maria tentatively walked over to the bed unaware of her dad's wide eyes and slight sneer and sat next to him. He continued, "I want to talk to you about sex and sexual things – birds and bees thing." He didn't wait for a response. "I want you to be totally truthful and open. You won't get into any trouble for anything you say... you can trust me. How often do boys played with your tits?"
The word 'tits' gave Maria pause and it took a moment to gain her senses. Still not sure what was going on she replied, "Hardly ever..."
"I bet lot have tried, though, huh, when you're sitting in a car after a date?" Ray pressed
"A few times a boy got his hand on my breast through my sweater."
"Do you remember feeling anything while his hand was touching your tit? How did it feel?" Ray went on.
Maria tentatively responded, "No, I don't really remember. What's this all about, Daddy?"
Ray went on, "I've noticed you don't go out a lot, and, as your father, I think at your age you're missing out on a lot of fun." After a brief pause, "Anyone put their hand on your crotch while you were making out?"
"No, no boy ever did that. I don't make out much," Maria protested.
Ignoring the last statement Ray asked, "If not a boy, any girl ever touch you there, like when you were young or accidentally? Or have you ever touched another girl?"
"No, daddy," she said strongly
"I just want you to understand about these things. How often do you touch your own pussy?" Ray continued.
