SATURDAY AFTERNOON & EVENING / SUNDAY MORNING
After all the sex in the last several hours, including most recently fucking each other on the kitchen counter, my daughter and I were truly sexually spent for the time being. The poor girl, who had been a virgin just the previous day, was now quite sore in her tender pussy. My balls were thoroughly drained, and amazingly my dick was a bit sore, too. I had no complaints whatsoever about my wife's wonderful smooth pussy, but nothing had prepared me for just how impossibly tight my young 18-year-old daughter was.
We remained naked, as was our promise, and threw together a lunch of sandwiches and chips no differently than had we still been no more than daddy and daughter. Over lunch Cait pondered about what might be on Netflix or Hulu, and after cleaning up from lunch we went to the TV room to find out. We took turns binge-watching a few episodes of the show she liked (
Orange is the New Black
), then episodes of one I liked (
House of Cards
). We cuddled the whole time, enjoying the sensual feeling of pressing our nude bodies together, yet not letting it automatically lead to sex. On occasion, my cock would grow mostly erect, and she would smile at it, sometimes pat or stoke it lightly, but only in a kind of absent-minded way while we watched TV.
Another thing we promised one another was to let each other watch as one or the other went pee. Twice during our shows, I had to pee, and twice she had to go too. The second time for both of us was at the same time, so we had a little fun with that. Instead of taking turns on the toilet, we went to the big shower in the master bathroom, and while she sort of squatted and started squirting directly into the drain, I stood near her and aimed my stream toward the same target. It was funny and weird and erotic at the same time. We giggled so much that we kept missing the target and peeing on each other's feet and legs. When we were done I turned on the water so that we could rinse off.
I also got a full erection as we rinsed off, and Cait offered to give me a BJ or stroke me to get me off. It was tempting, but I told her I wanted to "recharge my batteries" a bit more until she was ready to take me into her pussy again. She smiled.
"Won't be long," she promised.
The binge-watching burned away several hours, and we were both surprised to find, that it had gotten dark. It was time for yet another meal, but I suddenly realized there wasn't much left to eat in the house. Way,
way
before even the slightest thought of sexual happenings between my daughter and me, I had sort of planned out the weekend of having a nice meal and
The Talk
on Friday, which we did, then going out to dinner and/or a movie tonight. I mentioned as much to Cait.
"But that would mean putting on clothes," she said, making her tone sound mockingly pouty.
I laughed. "Well, we can order a pizza or Chinese. We'd only have to be dressed for a few minutes to collect and pay for the food."
"Sounds like a plan, Daddy, but
you
get dressed for that. I will stay naked and hide behind the door."
I laughed again. "So naughty."
We settled on Chinese food, because Cait always thought it was cool to eat directly out of the boxes like they always do on TV. While waiting for the food to arrive, Cait suggested we have a drink.
"Seriously?" I asked. "A
drink
drink?" I nodded toward the bar.
"Yes. Make me another cocktail."
"I've created a monster."
Cait sauntered nakedly over to the bar and then leaned against it, seductively jutting out her hips and ass toward me, giving her butt a little wiggle.
"Pleeeeeeease, Daddy?"
My cock twitched. I stepped over to the bar, but before I got behind it I gave my daughter's ass a nice playful slap.
"Ooooo, Daddy! You can do that anytime!"
I grinned in anticipation and said, "Go fetch us some ice, my love."
I made another gin martini for myself, and a Lemon Drop for Cait this time. We were suddenly in a setting almost identical to the previous night...only we were now naked, of course.
Cait apparently realized this herself, because she said, "Seems like it's time for another round of the Birds and the Bees."
I allowed myself to stare openly at her large tits. "So beautiful..."
"Daddy," she said playfully, "my eyes are up here!"
"Ha!" I retorted. I raised my glass, she did the same and we clinked. "Okay, ask away, pumpkin."
"Besides me and Mom, how many lovers have you had?"
"Not many," I said, honestly. "I only had sex with three women before I met your mom. We got together in college and never looked back."
"So that's over twenty years with just Mom. You didn't fool around?"
She asked that rather casually. I asked, "Would that bother you if I had?"
She pondered. "I don't think I would like it, no, and of course that would be a horrible thing to do to Mom. But I know guys are pigs."
I chuckled. "Well, you'll be happy to know that I was perfectly faithful to your mom this entire time."
"That's great, Daddy," Cait said. But then she suddenly straightened, causing her tits to giggle, and grinned. "But wow, that means
I'm
the only girl you've had since you've been with Mom!"
I looked at her carefully. Oddly enough, it simply didn't register to Cait, or she simply didn't equate to it, that I
was
cheating on my wife—with
her!"
I responded to her direct statement: "That's right, pumpkin, just you."
She stepped around the bar and leaned up on her tip-toes to kiss me. "That's awesome, Daddy. I'm a lucky girl."
"I think we're both quite lucky, baby," I said as the doorbell rang.
I set my glass down, ran to the kitchen for to put on my robe, then went to the door to deal with the food delivery. On my way, I passed the bar again, and now Cait was behind it. She had taken a large bottle of gin and a large bottle of tequila and strategically placed them so that her breasts were censored if the delivery guy looked over at the bar and saw her standing there.
Which he did.
It was a scary yet thrilling moment. While signing for the food I noticed the delivery kid, probably no more than 20, look over toward Cait. She, in turn, simply stood there and grinned back. I was thankful to see that her nudity was obscured by the bottles—she could have easily been wearing a low-cut cocktail dress. I'm sure the guy was trying to piece together our situation. I was in a robe, I had this young woman with me. It would never occur to him that he was in this moment witnessing a completely incestuous relationship. I gave him a good tip and got him on his way as quickly as I could.
When the door closed, I locked it and set the bag containing the food on a side table. I turned, slipped out of my robe (drawing applause from Cait), then picked up the food again. I enjoyed the view of her finally emerging from behind the bar. No matter who much I got to see her nude little body, it always took my breath away.
I cleared my throat and asked, "What was that all about?"
"That was soooo scary! My heart is still racing! But was it funny?"
"Yes, pumpkin, it was funny." I gave her a kiss, then gestured the TV room with the food. "Hungry?"
"Absolutely!"
We stuffed ourselves with MSG while watching more Netflix. At one point during a show, I glanced over at her, and I noted she had a perpetual booze-induced grin on her face. It was funny, I was now having an incestuous relationship with my own daughter, but I found myself concerned about whether I should allow her to keep drinking. As a compromise, after that first cocktail I limited her to strictly beer or wine, no more Scotch for sure!
When we finished dinner, we leaned back together on the big couch. Although the show we were watching wasn't quite over, on an impulse Cait picked up the remote and clicked the pause. She leaned her head on my chest and looked up at me. I allowed a free hand to reach down and play with her adorable round bottom while I looked right back at her.
"Tell me about those other girls," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"The three other girls, before Mom."
"Really? You want to hear about them? That was so long ago."
"This is part of my education," Cait said. "I'm really curious to know what they were like, what you did with them, how they made you feel."
Any guy will admit, if he's being honest, that he feels pretty macho when he gets a chance to brag about past lovers. Yes, men are pigs. But I really did not have an extensive sexual history, certainly not compared to some of my playboy buddies.
I sipped some beer and said, "Okay, what would you like to know?"
"Just start with the first one. Tell me about the time you lost your virginity."
I laughed. "Oh my, we're going back to the Dark Ages."
She tickled me. "Oh, come on Daddy, you're not that old!"
I smiled at her. She was 18 now, and I was 45. When she turned 38, still in her sexual prime, I would be 65. Would we still be lovers then? Would I still be "not that old?"