Miracle On Slutty 4Th Street Ch 14

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(An additional note. We're at the epilogue, which means that these stories aren't so self-contained anymore. I will be giving endings for the characters that appeared throughout this tale across four epilogues. In this fourth and final epilogue, I'm covering the remaining chapters, as well as closing out some loose ends and looking forward to the future. So, this epilogue the characters from Chapters 9 and 10, in that order, plus a few other background characters and stories. So, if you're looking to see the endings for Dan and Gwen, Max and Janet, Fourth Street itself, or a little glimpse of some North Pole intrigue, read onwards. And finally, in terms of themes, although this epilogue is posted in the 'Reluctance' category, some of it features characters from a chapter that centered on INCEST. And because part of this epilogue examines their fate after said act, don't be surprised to see a bit more INCEST in this chapter as well...)

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(Chapter 14)

(Epilogue 4)

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By every lesson Dan Carroll had been taught his entire life, he figured he should feel terrible. A nervous, guilty wreck, addled with regret and shame. Ever since his father ran off with the preacher's daughter so many years ago, he'd always believed that cheating on one's spouse was among the worst things a man could do. He'd experienced the fallout firsthand, and he figured that if anyone who thought about cheating knew what his dad did, they would never go through with it.

But now Dan had cheated on his wife.

And not only had he cheated, he did it by fucking his own smoking hot, huge-breasted daughter. It was incest, one of the worst sins out there, right? Seeing her perfect ass in a thong sent him down a slippery slope into incest. His daughter had used her hot body, her perfect ass and massive boobs, to wear down and seduce her own father into some truly filthy sex. In the immediate aftermath of his illicit, Christmas day fuck with Gwen, the guilt hadn't hit him just yet, but he expected it to hit him in waves eventually.

That guilt never came.

It was amazing how little this whole thing bothered him. He'd fucked his busty, fit, sexy daughter hard, making her scream in pleasure, cumming both in her tight pussy and on her big tits, and honestly... he felt great about it. Every time he thought about it, a rush of excitement and manly pride coursed through him. The same thing happened each time he glimpsed at Gwen, or passed her when walking through the house, or even got a whiff of her natural girly smell. After spending so much time rejecting any thought of getting turned on by his sexy daughter, just being in her presence made him horny now.

Their spontaneous affair had forever changed their relationship, and he wondered if things could ever go back to normal. Could he ever look at her and not be reminded of their lusty Christmas day encounter? Could he ever be around her and not be reminded that he'd been balls deep inside her tight pussy? Could he ever be in her presence and forget about seeing her massive, juicy tits bare? Could he ever hope to have parental authority over her knowing that she had convinced him to abandon all fatherly instincts and fuck her senseless? He couldn't say for sure.

Things were so busy in the aftermath of that furious Christmas day fuck that they didn't really have a moment alone afterwards to see where things stood. Sure, there were shared moments in the hours after that wicked fuck, basking in the glow of what they had just done together. But beyond those immediate few hours afterwards, when maybe the weight of what they had done might hit them, things got more hectic and busier as the rest of the family got back home, preventing them from having any moments of privacy. Sure, there were shared knowing looks and fleeting smiles passed between them, but nothing beyond that. And as the days went on, and Gwen gave no outward sign either way about her true feelings of what had happened that day, Dan began to worry that maybe she was having second thoughts. He would of course understand if she did. Seriously, it was stranger that he didn't. But... it just felt like they had discovered something together. Something incredible. For the first time in his life, he'd found something that truly excited him, something he didn't know existed, and he didn't want to be alone with this knowledge.

He didn't even know what he even wanted. If he was hoping she'd make another move on him, or communicating how amazing their encounter was... anything, really. He wanted some sign that she was okay with what they had done with each other. Even if she wanted what they did to be a one-time thing, that was fine. He just wanted to know.

Leaving Deerberg, making the long drive back home, with Connie next to him, Max in the back seat behind him, and Gwen on the opposite side of the back seat, it felt like any other drive. Connie talking about some of the Church things she'd taken part of while in Deerberg. Max, silent, in his own head, thinking about God knows what. But Dan's eyes kept drifting up to the rearview mirror, just so he could glance at Gwen again. And eventually, she began looking at him, eyes meeting his in the mirror, his unsure, hers twinkling with amusement. At this, he was filled with renewed excitement.

In that moment, he was filled with hope that he wasn't alone.

They got home, celebrated New Years together, but things never fully got back to normal. Which is to say, he never got the chance to be alone with Gwen. When Connie was gone doing her thing at the church, Max was still around. And after Max left to head back to college, Gwen had another week off before resuming school, which was good. But both Dan and Connie both had to go back to work, which was bad. By the time he left to head back to work after his Christmas vacation, and with Gwen never clarifying her feelings either way, things still seemed kinda up in the air.

Sure, he had reason to be optimistic, very optimistic actually, but nothing had been set in stone. Gwen seemed as bubbly and as excited as ever. And sure, she was happy to march that perfect body of hers around him every chance she got, giving him knowing smiles, teasing him in lieu of never getting a chance to be alone. He was slowly becoming obsessed. He felt like things were gonna happen between them again, he did, but the timing just never worked out. That made it worse. The best pussy he'd ever gotten was down the fucking hall, and he just couldn't get there. It was maddening.

He thought about it all day. He thought at the very least she'd be texting him, as she was always on that phone of hers, but no, she wasn't engaging him in the slightest. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she was feeling regret. But she sure didn't act ashamed or regretful, not in the least. Maybe... maybe she was waiting for him to make the first move.

A plan crystallized in his mind, and as soon as he thought it up, he couldn't stop himself. A plan that left him strumming his fingers, desperate to leave work. Finally, when the day was done, he had to stop himself from running to his car, trying to walk normal as to not attract attention.

Once in his car, he zoomed out of the parking lot, driving with purpose. Pulling in to the mall, he found his way to the new 'Mrs. Claus' store. Normally, he always looked away when passing by this type of place, not wanting to be caught leering like a perv. This time, though, he marched in shamelessly. He had a purpose. Skimming the shelves of tiny, lacy underthings, he was looking for something that really jumped out to him.

He was greeted by a worker at the store, an attractive, young brunette woman who seemed happy to help. When she had him describe what he was looking for, a matching bra and thong, and the proportions of the woman who he was buying this for, slim waist, perfect ass, and huge boobs, she gave him a knowing grin.

"Hot young girlfriend then, huh?" she said, smirking. Clearly, she had noticed the ring on his finger, and she knew that giving the garments he described to a woman with those measurements meant it was unlikely he was shopping for his wife.

"Uh... something like that..." he mumbled, slightly embarrassed at being caught so easily.

"Don't worry..." she replied, smiling. "Your secret's safe with me."

She led him past the racks and racks of tiny little underthings. As she did, she asked him a few questions about the woman he was buying this for, like what was her hair color, did she have a tan, stuff like that. His eyes drifted across the items she showed to him, until finally, it settled on a pair of garments that immediately jumped out to him.

"Ah... the hot pink one?" she asked, noting his gaze. He was looking at a tiny, thin, lacy bra and thong set, slightly transparent. The thong was miniscule, a tiny little triangle of pink material covering the front, and the tiny string in the back covering nothing, as intended. As she looked at this, she nodded. "Yep, yep, that color would look great. Tanned skin. Dark hair. A nice firm butt and tits out to here..." she mentioned holding out her hands in front of her already pretty large breasts. "It's expensive, but... perfect," she said, nodding.

That night, as Dan and Connie made dinner, he made it a point to step out into the living room, where Gwen was watching TV. As he walked by her, he leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Look under your pillow."

She looked at him, confused at first, but when she realized what he was saying, her face lit up excitedly.

The next morning, as Dan and Connie readied for work, they were surprised when Gwen emerged, dressed in her typical laze-about-the-house clothing, some thin sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. She typically took every opportunity to sleep in till late in the morning, so seeing her up this early was unusual.

Dan's alarms were immediately raised.

Gwen looked groggy as she joined her folks in the kitchen, but as soon as her mother stepped out to brush her teeth, she snapped into action.

"Hey..." she called out to him from near the fridge once the coast was clear. Once she had his attention, she reached down and lifted up her shirt, revealing her trim, bare midriff, and the hot pink bands of her brand spanking new thong rising above the hem of her sweats, a whale-tail so sexy it made his mouth water. She shook her butt at him after making this reveal, and she only pulled her shirt back down when she heard her mother approaching.

Connie and Gwen chatted for a few minutes while Dan sat at the table, eating his breakfast, his mind arrested by the image that had just been presented to him. As Connie began pouring her bowl of cereal, Gwen traipsed out of the room, but not before whispering into her father's ear.

"If you don't go to work today, I'll let you see a lot more."

She smiled at him as she walked away, and once she was out of sight of her mother, she began really shaking her ass as she walked. Glancing back to make sure he was looking, she lifted her top up slightly again, allowing him to see the hypnotic sight of the hot-pink triangle of her thong above her ass crack shaking side to side.

Needless to say, Dan didn't go into work that morning.

He told his boss that he needed bedrest. And yes, he did spend all day in bed, but he was certainly not getting any rest.

Gwen was almost shaking with excitement as she heard a set of footsteps walking up the stairs and moving towards her room, well past the time her dad would normally head to work. Her father always had a really good work ethic, showing up on time, leaving on time, doing the job that was expected of him. But the appeal of seeing her juicy body in next to nothing again overrode all of that.

She'd been waiting for this moment ever since the day before when she found the gift he had bought for her, the tiny pink thong and matching bra. She loved it, and she didn't hesitate to throw it on and try it out. God, it fit her perfectly, and it drove her crazy, the idea of her father already knowing her exact sizes. And damn she looked good, the miniscule pink thong framing her ass, showing it off, each of the perfect, firm cheeks immaculately displayed, the way it was meant to. And her bra hugged her massive boobs perfectly, clinging to her huge jugs, straining to contain them, her boob-flesh pouring over the edges, the hot-pink lace digging into her flesh in just the right way. And the lace provided the perfect level of transparency, giving anyone who happened to be looking a hint of her hard nipples and eager, ready cunt. And the person who was going to be looking at her was her own father, who bought these for her, who had just pushed open the door behind her, stepping into her room.

Sitting on her bed, Dan was provided an up close view of his daughter's juicy body again. Posing for him, showcasing her perfect form, even dancing a bit for him, slowly driving him crazy. She gave him every view that he could ask for, bending over to showcase her deep, perfect cleavage right in front of his eyes before dragging her tits across his face as she stood up straight. She pulled the front of her thong away from her, giving him a peek at the goods underneath. She even bent over in front of him, pointing her thong-clad ass right at him, showcasing the firm, round, mouthwatering cheeks, just exposed for his eyes to see. She even bent over and pulled her ass cheeks apart to allow him to see every bit of the thong threading between her ass cheeks, and a primo view beyond it. She drew out the tease as long as she could, ratcheting up the tension between them, until that tension finally snapped.

Lips met lips. Tongues slid into mouths. His hands slid immediately into her bra, squeezing her huge, perky tits, and hers went straight into his pants, taking hold of his rock hard shaft and vigorously stroking it. Soon, her pink bra was on the floor, joined quickly by her thong. She didn't bother taking his clothes off all the way she was so horny for him. She tugged down his pants and boxers to his thighs, ripped open his work shirt, and hopped on board.

These two were both so hungry for each other that they almost immediately started going at it... hard. Her ass bounced on his body like a trampoline, riding him savagely, her headboard slamming into the wall as they fucked. With no one else in the house, and with no chance of being caught any time soon, Dan and Gwen really went to town on each other, yelling out, moaning and cursing and screaming in pleasure. It had been only less than two weeks since their first encounter, but it felt like an eternity. And these two were so overcharged that as soon as he came for the first time, blasting off a huge load from his swollen nuts deep into her eager, waiting snatch, they were ready to go for the next round. His cock stayed rock hard, and her body was still eager for more, smoothly taking her dad's cock up her ass before resuming bouncing on his massive weapon.

When they were done, both were exhausted, barely able to move, sticky with sweat. His nuts had been drained in a way they never had before, and she had been satisfied in a way she never knew possible. All Dan had wanted to do ever since their first encounter was to talk to her and figure out where things stood between them. But honestly... they barely even talked, other than dirty, nasty sex talk. They let their bodies do the talking instead, and clearly, they each had a lot to say to the other.

By the time Connie got home, they were all cleaned up and presentable, but she couldn't see the dirty looks her husband and daughter were sharing. She didn't know that Gwen was basking in the glow of having each of her holes filled up with cum. When Connie saw her daughter gulping down a bottle of water, she didn't know that Gwen had been gulping down her own father's cum just as eagerly. Connie trusted them both completely and would never once even consider the idea of what they were getting up to, a fact that they would eagerly take advantage of going forward.

The funny thing was, not too long later after this, Connie approached Dan and they had a real conversation about their marriage. At first, his heart dropped, concerned that she'd caught on to something. But no, it was her apologizing to him, admitting that she'd spent so much time on the church stuff, that she'd fallen behind on being a good wife. She promised him that she would take less activities at the church, so they could spend more time together. This was exactly what he would have wanted to hear weeks prior, before Christmas. But now, instead of being relieved and stepping back so they could repair the holes in their marriage, all he could think was... it was too late. He'd found something better, far more exciting and fulfilling than anything his wife had ever provided. So, instead of encouraging this change in Connie, this overture to repair their marriage, he dissuaded her from it, insisting that she did such good work that he didn't want her to feel the need to stop that for his sake. Instead, he encouraged her to keep at it, to do more if she wanted. She kissed him then, thinking he was the most generous, selfless husband she could ever hope for. Little did she know that he was deliberately increasing the distance between him and his wife, allowing him and Gwen to get away with all sorts of nastiness under her nose.

Dan and Gwen settled into a regular schedule. Every couple weeks or so, he'd buy her something nice, something skimpy and slutty, nice bras, thongs, and g-strings, stuff that really showcased her hot body. In exchange, she'd give him a private show, letting him see her wearing these indecent garments, which would inevitably lead to bouts of rough, nasty fucking.

He was starting to become a regular at the 'Mrs. Claus' place at the mall, to the point where that same woman there recognized him and gave him recommendations based on his past purchases. Knowing he was probably giving this woman too much of a window into his sex life, he began mixing it up, sometimes ordering things online to be delivered discreetly to his office or going to a different boutique to buy something. And each time, the reward was the same. Even with the money he was spending, the rewards were totally worth it.

One time, him, Connie and Gwen took a trip to a nearby city and were walking the mall together. They ended up stopping in a spot to discuss what they were gonna get for lunch, and the spot they were standing in happened to be near a 'Mrs. Claus' store, a fact Connie didn't seem to notice. As he and Connie talked, Gwen's eyes were on the lingerie so brazenly being displayed nearby. And when they finally decided what to get for lunch, Dan glanced back at Gwen, only to see her silently using her eyes to draw his attention to a pastel blue matching bra and g-string on display near the front of store.

That g-string was the one lodged between Gwen's ass cheeks that night just past midnight while Dan was drilling Gwen in her bed, her trying her best to stifle her moans of pleasure as Connie snored down the hall.

With Dan working, Gwen in school, and Connie on the same schedule as Dan, it was difficult for Dan and Gwen to have as much one on one time as both would have liked. That being said, they got creative. They used every private moment they had as best as they could. When Gwen was washing her dishes as Connie was in the other room, Dan reached around her and took both of her massive jugs in his hands, just stealing a moment to squeeze his daughter's perfect tits. As she collapsed back against him in pleasure, grinding her ass against him, about to lose control, he was forced to pull his hands away as they heard Connie approaching.