Somnophilia

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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'Life isn't all it's cracked up to be these days', Chris thought to himself. The grey of the morning seemed to weigh him down like a palpable shroud on his shoulders.

Fourty-Five and already a two-time divorcee, he didn't think much of himself. Fifty seemed to loom right around every corner like the Grim Reaper himself was waiting to pounce.

Passing a store front Chris paused to examine his reflection.

Piercing blue eyes stared coldly back at him like chips of glaciers set into a chiseled face. Widow's peak still a dark arrow at the top of a broad forehead even though there were hints of silver at the temples. A firm jawline set too hard against the cold of the day made him look angry. Still a fit man, the tension in his broad shoulders made him look slightly hunched. Consciously forcing himself to relax some, he slogged on through the slushy grey mess on the sidewalk.

'I'm not a bad looking guy.' Chris muttered under his breath. For the umpteenth time he replayed the fight with his latest girlfriend in his mind trying to see where he might've saved the relationship, or at least seen the end coming. Crystal had always been a fireball. Passionate, funny, a face like Botticelli might've painted, and an ass that wouldn't quit, she was the ideal woman for him. He didn't go for the model types any more. He liked a woman with a little more curve to her and an attitude that said FU if you didn't like her the way she was.

He made a quick right and plodded across the street, narrowly missing a large puddle near the curb, and steered himself into the pub. A stiff drink might help him through one last run down memory lane.

"Balvenie. Double on-the-rocks." He said as he shed his damp coat and slid onto the leather stool. Figuring he deserved a treat after today's promotion at work he added, "Make it the 30 year."

The bartender's eyebrows lifted a bit at that but he grabbed the bottle off the top shelf and came over. Out came the tongs and a small bucket from a freezer below the counter and into the glass went a large, round, highball ice cube. After a generous pour the bartender moved away as quietly as he'd come and left Chris alone to dwell on his memories.

Good Scotch was one of the things Chris had desperately missed over the last few months as he tried to salvage his relationship. He watched the amber liquid swirl around the ice before tipping it back and letting it wash a burning path down his throat. Damn that was tasty. Setting the glass on the mahogany bar, he let the past few months roll through his mind.

******

Crystal had come home with him one night from a party for his company. They had been flirting all evening, making lewd jokes about the abstract art surrounding them in a gallery off Main Street where his office had held their Christmas party that year. The lights were dim, tinsel and fake snow scattered everywhere, the live band playing some newer rendition of a Rat Pack song. They moved slowly across the dance floor with their bodies melded against one another. Her little red dress hiked almost to indecent heights against her thighs and her ample chest pressed firmly against the silk shirt he'd worn. He could still smell her perfume, vanilla and roses, as he closed his eyes. Her throaty laugh as she'd whispered in his ear, "Mistletoe, you know what that means..." Her kiss had been electric. Unable to take the tension anymore they'd left the party and went back to his flat on the upper, East side of the City. Tipsy and wet she'd climbed on top of him when they got in the door and wasted no time in foreplay or talking. Hell, he thought wryly, they'd never even made it past the foyer that time.

As he replayed their relationship in his mind he smiled, those first few weeks had been awesome... till Valentine's Day. Chris had gone out of his way to take the whole day off. Booked them dinner at her favorite seafood restaurant, gotten them a couples-massage that afternoon, and then took her dancing after plying her with crab legs and daiquiris. She'd had a few too many by the time he was able to get her home and pour her into bed. His cock twitched at the memory.

Her dress had hiked up over her hip on one side, silk thong just barely peeking out as he unstrapped her stiletto heels and tossed them on the rug. The blue silk dark in the middle showing her dampness had soaked the material through. Looking up at her face, Chris realized she was out cold. Damn. He had been looking forward to getting inside her all evening.

Cock throbbing, he leaned forward to kiss Crystal. His hand slid up her thigh and his thumb grazed the egde of the thong. She moaned into his mouth as his thumb softly stroked the hardened nub poking the thin fabric. Insistent throbbing from his cock was killing him. Almost unbearable was the urge to touch her silky folds and bury himself up to the hilt. A few more strokes over the silk and he stopped caring that she was out cold. Sitting back he divested himself of his shirt and just as quickly shed his pants and boxers. A quick, sharp tug and the silk tore away leaving her mound exposed. Freshly waxed labia swollen, clit peeking out, he groaned at the sight of her.

Straddling one leg, he pressed his swollen shaft against her hip as he whispered in her ear, "Damn baby, you look so hot tonight, I need you so bad...Crystal, Crystal wake up honey. Can I take you? Please baby, I need to be inside you..."

She moaned in her sleep slightly as her head lolled to the side. Unable to wait any longer he climbed the rest of the way on to the bed and slid her thighs apart. The tip of his dick grazed her wetness as he positioned himself. Not able to take it anymore he grabbed her hips and ...

"Can I get you a refill, Sir?" Chris jumped at the sound of the bartender's voice, his dick throbbing in time to his pulse and straining the crotch seam of suit pants.

Realizing the bar kept THAT embarrassment from view Chris cleared his throat and said, "Um...Yeah sure. That'd be great. The same."

"Sorry to startle you man, you were really lost in thought huh?" Chuckling he poured Chris's drink.

"Yeah. Rough week."

"I know that feeling." Still chuckling the bartender moved on again to other customers.

Covertly adjusting his erection slightly, Chris sipped his single malt and went back to his thoughts.

Yeah, the beginning had been great. Too bad he'd made that mistake Valentine's Day. No sooner had he thrust into her she'd woken up. Crystal had completely freaked. Swearing at him, she pushed him off of her and no amount of apologizing or explaining would calm her. Shoes, alarm clock, water glass, all had narrowly missed his head as he had retreated from his bedroom.

It had taken weeks for her to calm down. The only way she would accept his apologies and continue seeing him was if they agreed there was to be no more drinking. No social drinking out with friends or on a date, no alcohol in the house. She refused to chance a repeat of what she constantly referred to as his 'Victimization of Her'.

Rolling his eyes he couldn't help but think maybe he should be glad she ended it today. Not like he could refuse a celebratory drink from his boss over his promotion to VP of the company. Coming home early to tell Crystal the good news he hadn't even thought about how she'd react to smelling bourbon on his breath. She was out the door with a suitcase so fast his head was still spinning.

"And good riddance too!" He muttered to himself, tossing back the last of his drink. He fished out a couple hundreds from his wallet and tossed them on the gleaming wood of the bar, his own wood effectively gone after the last of that memory had run its course. Alexis was due in today and he had better have the guest room ready.

******

Bianca had been everything a man could desire. Tall, dark, mysterious, lush curves, legs up to her neck, tiny waist, long chocolate waves of hair, and eyes so deep blue they flashed Violet when she was angry or aroused. She was an ex-stripper turned businesswoman and she was as successful as she was hot. Working long hours between the two of them they had never had much time for a relationship. Never got around to making much time either.

Bianca had a daughter from a previous relationship. He had no urge to father a child of his own. Theirs had been a marriage mostly of convenience and show. She looked good on his arm at company functions and being a family man helped him move up the ladder, she needed to project the same image and got a huge kick at the other ladies she worked with referring to Chris as a Dreamboat.

Their marriage was never going to last forever, they both knew that from the start. It lasted long enough to serve each of their purposes though, and he still had a decent relationship with the girl he had helped raise.

No longer a pre-teen just developing acne, boobs, and an interest in boys, Alexis and blossomed from awkwardness to full blown beauty. His daughter, as he thought of her, was now going to the Art Institute of Chicago and majoring in Historical Restoration work. Definitely talented enough to be pursuing an independent career, Alexis had found a more fulfilling calling in preserving and repairing the works of the Greats. Chris was very proud of her. She was only a couple more months from graduating and was coming for a visit to share some good news she'd gotten.

It would be good to see Alexis. It had been far too long since they had visited, even though he only lived a handful of city blocks from where she was going to school. Work had kept him far too busy though recently and Crystal had never gotten along with Alexis either. How his girlfriend, EX-Girlfriend he reminded himself, could be jealous of his DAUGHTER he didn't understand. Good riddance he decided firmly.

*****

"BUZZZZZ" The panel by the door went off loudly as the clock rolled over to 6pm. Chris walked from the kitchen and pressed the button on the panel for the speaker system.

"Hullo???" He called out.

"DaaaaAAAaaaaaaAAAaad!" Came the lilting reply.

Chris smiled and buzzed her in. Always punctual, that girl. He went out in the hall to await the elevator so he could help with her bags. The lift made a loud ding as the doors slid open with a swoosh. Out stepped perfection.

Dark pixie cut hair half covered one vibrant violet eye. Large eyes in an elf-like face, high cheeks flushed pink with the cold and a small bowtie of a mouth tinted purple to match the streak in her dark chocolate hair. His daughter's face and hair wasn't what shocked him. The sucker punch to his gut was the crop-top tank she had on with just a glimpse of mid-drift flashing him that barely stretched across her ample breasts. Nipples straining the thin cotton. A small leather jacket her only protection against the cold. Cut-off stone washed Daisy Dukes over fishnet tights and thigh-high suede boots completed her punk-rock inspired style.

His cock twitched at the sight of her as guilt flashed through his mind. 'I'm her FATHER.' He reprimanded himself sharply and grabbed her faded pink suitcase. '_STEP_-Father' Something inside himself whispered.

*****

After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs and a bottle of red wine, Alexis wandered down the hall to take a hot shower and unpack. Minimal chatting over dinner while she refused to indulge him with her Big News had left Chris very curious.

Finishing up the dishes and wiping down the stove took less time than Chris thought it would. He decided to wander into the spare bedroom and make sure Alexis had a fresh set of towels and a robe available for when she got done in the bathroom. Passing the door in the hall he noticed she hadn't shut it all the way. Probably trying not to steam up the mirror he figured. Knowing he shouldn't but unable to get the image of her cold, hard nipples straining against her shirt out of his mind, Chris eased up to the opening of the door.

The shower was a standing walk-in model. Clear glass doors on two adjacent sides of a 5-sided shower. He had a bench in there and a waterfall/raindrop center head in the middle of the ceiling and several adjustable 2 inch massaging heads coming out of the walls. He'd never been into bathtubs, but felt he deserved the relaxation of the multi-jet hot tub features available in this day and age so he had the custom shower made.

Expecting to find Alexis maybe soaping her hair or imagining her letting the rain fall down on her and run over her swollen breasts, he was shocked to see her instead on the bench. Lying back with her legs bent and her feet pressed against the shower walls. Every jet pointed at her body and set on the harshest massage setting. He knew what those jets felt like on that setting. They were tiny fists edged in razors pummling your flesh. Her vagina was on display for him through the clear glass, pointed right at him. Bare as a newborn baby and spread wide and wet, her whole body rocking her back and forth in the sprays.

Music from her ipod on the docking station drifted to him and he smiled as he recognized Metallica's Black album was playing. He had played that for her every time they had sat down together and pulled out clay or finger paints. 'I shouldn't be watching this.' Chris whispered to himself, as though saying the words out loud would somehow stop his hand from finding his swollen erection.

Freeing his throbbing member from his pants, Chris slowly stroked his cock and continued watching his step-daughter in the shower. She was rocking back and forth still on the bench, letting the sprays hit her all over. Reaching up she adjusted some of the nozzles so they were aimed right at her swollen pussy, and turned up the heat. Wincing at how painful that should feel, his breathing rapid and shallow, Chris couldn't help but pick up his pace stroking. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft as he pumped away, watching Alexis be abused and violated by the harsh sprays. A small cry escaped her lips and she reached between her legs. Pulling her lips apart, she wiggled till three of the sprays were pounding her clit directly and the fourth ripping into her pussy itself. Her hips arched up in the air and she froze, back arching, legs straining, visibly fighting her natural instinct to close her legs and protect herself. Chris felt his orgasm build as he watch her body start to tremble all over. Imagined himself pounding into that fresh, tight pussy as her whimpering at the onslaught of the water grew louder. Finally she dropped her body, slid around on the bench till she was on all fours, and ground herself against a showerhead that had previously been hitting her ribcage. He could just see the nozzle fucking her as she humped the wall, then watched as she leaned her face and breasts down against the bench and pressed her clit straight against the nozzle tip and let the water pressure carry her over the edge.

As she collapsed, straddling the bench and let the scalding water run over her spent body, Chris exploded into his hand. He had just enough time to cover with his pants and other hand, to keep from hitting the door itself. 'Holy Shit!' He thought to himself. He hadn't cum that hard in years. Not knowing how much longer she would be, Chris hurried into his own bedroom to clean up and change. As he stood there in his boxers flipping through his clothing selection in the walk-in closet he heard his door open. His cock twitched guiltily as he called over his shoulder, "One sec! I'm changing pants really quick. I splashed some sauce on mine while I was cleaning up the table!"

"No rush!" Came the reply, "But you might want to change into something for going out while you are at it!"

"Why is that?" He paused, hand on a dark blue Armani set.

"Because you are going to take me out to celebrate! " Alexis bounced through the door. Black sequined mini-dress, hair tossed with mousse, exotic makeup and platform heels that lit up as she walked, Alexis threw herself into Chris's arms smiling and exclaimed, "I'm going to Europe!!"

It took a moment for Chris to register what she said. Her smell was intoxicating and having her thighs brushing up against his semi-hard cock through the thin material of his boxers was extremely distracting.

"Europe? OH! EUROPE! Oh WOW you got the position then???" Chris was so happy for her! She'd been writing letters and applying for grants for months as graduation loomed and she had her heart set on studying in Paris, Florence, and anywhere else she could find room to set up an easel. There was a fantastic fellowship she had applied for that would give her just that and a chance at employment someplace like London or even The Louvre' when it was over.

Eyes shining she nodded happily and bounced back out into the other room, plopping down onto the bed. "Yep!! I found out yesterday! Mom doesn't even know yet! I wanted to enjoy it before defending it. You know how mom is."

Smiling to himself, Chris grabbed the Armani and slid into the pants. Yes he knew exactly how Bianca could be when things didn't go as SHE planned. Oh well, one of the many reasons he was no longer with the frigid bitch.

"Damn right we're going out to celebrate baby-girl!" He said stepping out of the closet. Alexis bit her lip as she looked him up and down.

"Damn daddy, I'm gonna have to beat the tramps off you with a stick tonight!" She laughed as he pulled her up off of the bed.

"Let's go! This is your night, hun. Lets make it one to remember."

*****

It was after 3am by the time they got back to Chris's apartment. Alexis was drunk and giggling and talking to him in French as he eased open the door and helped her inside. They had spent the last few hours hopping from club to club, wherever Alexis' little heart decided. Chris couldn't get enough of how she looked, swaying to the music, glowing with happiness out on the dance floor. She had even gotten him out on it for a few songs, but mostly he was content to let her be herself and watched from their booth. As the night progressed, and she got even more tipsy, he found himself sitting longer and watching her dance. The sway of her hips, watching other guys grinding up against her on the dance floor, he ground the heel of his hand against his crotch under the table, unable to control his erection. He almost lost it at one point that night when a hot blonde woman walked up to Alexis, slid her hand right up Alexis' dress to cup her mound and kissed her passionately on the mouth.

From his viewpoint in the booth Chris could see the woman's fingers deftly slide the thin material of his daughter's, STEP-Daughter he again reminded himself, panties to the side and plunge them between the swollen and clearly wet lips of Alexis' pussy. He watched his step-daughter grind against that manicured hand moaning. A few minutes of this and then the women parted ways. Stumbling over to the table Alexis decided it was time to head home.

After getting in the door, Alexis thanked him for a wonderful night out and stumbled down the hallway towards her room. Chris exhaled heavily, made himself a scotch on the rocks, and flipped on a movie. Settling down on his black leather sofa, he sipped his drink while trying to concentrate on the television. It was some sort of action movie, a hot chick in leather with lots of explosions and such, but couldn't help being distracted by the sounds of Alexis getting ready for bed.

With every bump and giggle in the other room his cock twitched painfully. Fifteen minutes more of torture and it was finally, blissfully, silent in the apartment. Erection subsiding, Chris finished his drink and his movie and turned off the tv. It was almost 5am and he needed at least a little sleep before doing their traditional museum visits and luncheon. As he passed Alexis' room he paused. It would be irresponsible parenting not to look in on her and make sure she was ok, considering how she'd been when they got home, he told himself.