Hi, everyone. Here is the final part of the story of Leigh, Tandy, and Tilda. This story begins shortly after the end of Part 2. To get the full picture, you should read parts one and two first. I really hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please, please, please vote and comment.
This story is fiction. No one here is real, and all characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Here we go...
Prologue:
Russ Ralston loved his daughter more than anything in this world, and he was terrified that what he was doing was hurting her, or that he was somehow exploiting her. But how much could he be exploiting her when she kept coming, naked and amorous, into his bed? How much was he hurting her when he made her scream in ecstasy, begging him never to stop?
That was all well and good when they were together, but during the day, as he guided his tractor across the perfectly sculpted lawns of his many happy clients, he just couldn't keep the nagging doubts at bay. They were not a highly sexed couple and didn't feel the urge to mate every single day. But when they did get together (and it was fairly often), it was always the same progression... Tandy initiating romance, and then reassuring him that this was what she wanted; him starting off reluctantly, and it ending with him fucking his daughter like his mortal soul depended on her getting multiple orgasms.
It had been several weeks now, and his reluctance was finally waning. Tandy, on the other hand, had never been happier. She deserved some real happiness, after the hell Leigh's ex had put her through. It was finally, mostly behind her now. She still trusted no man except her dad. That was okay, though... because now, he WAS her man, in every possible way. And he was all she needed.
Leigh Westen had always been a daddy's girl. For most of her life, it had just been her and her dad, and for the past three years, they'd been lovers. They shared a bed, and they shared a life. Now, they shared a baby growing inside Leigh. They knew it was unconventional, and it wasn't right for everyone. But this life was perfect for them. In fact, Nick had found a way for them to be married.
There was no other woman he wanted to be with, no one else captured his attention, his desire, or his love, like his daughter. They were lovers, so of course he wanted her to be his wife. And Leigh had never wanted anyone but her dad. Every boyfriend, every crush, had just been a warm-up for the love and complete devotion she felt for the man who gave her life. Of course she wanted to wear his ring. Of course she'd have his babies. Now, she'd have both. And he was all she needed.
Tilda Kincaid knew that both her friends were fucking their own fathers. She accepted it, and accepted them because, despite that, Leigh and Tandy were great friends, especially Leigh. Leigh was a true 'Ride-or-Die' if there ever was one. But deep down, and Tilda would never admit it out loud, she didn't really care for the incest. She thought it was wrong. But they were both very, very happy, and wo could argue with that?
Can Everyone Tell? -- When Tilda Met Michael
The waiting room was nice, but not particularly posh. Like a lot of tech companies, it was furnished in shades of grey and white, with glass accents. The guy she'd interviewed with mentioned that SynthWorks preferred to spend it's money on the people and equipment that actually made them money, rather than project some façade of opulence to the executives who came and went every day. The starting salary they'd offered her certainly backed that up.
Tilda waited for her contact to meet her. The nerves and jitters were gone. There was nothing left to be nervous about... the job was hers, her signed offer letter was in her expensive handbag, and she was there to start the next phase of her career. She'd initially felt guilty for taking this position, leaving her best friend Leigh behind at TechTel, but the opportunity had come up so suddenly, there was practically no time to tell anyone. Plus, while Tilda was interviewing and prepping for this new job, Leigh had been out of the country getting married. To her own father.
Tilda considered herself to be as progressive as the next girl, and she did everything she could to make Leigh know that she was okay with this new normal. After they revealed their relationship, Tilda's only real concern was making sure it was truly consensual. Leigh had reassured her over and over they were in love, and everything was fully reciprocated. Hell, even Tilda's other BFF, Tandy, had recently successfully gotten her own dad in bed, and now she was like a whole new woman.
Sitting in the waiting room, letting her thoughts wander, Tilda thought maybe incest wasn't the absolute horrific bugaboo she'd always thought. To be sure, she'd never seen Leigh as happy as she was now. The girl was practically glowing with joy. And the way her and Nick looked at each other, with such adoration and devotion, it was hard to argue against it. But she'd never do it. Her dad, Bob Kincaid, was a good man, but just not... well, just not fuckable. She had no brothers or even decent looking cousins. Her uncles weren't as good-looking as her dad, and that was saying something. Tilda Kincaid was pretty much incest-proof.
The door behind the receptionist opened, and out walked a very good-looking man accompanied by a petite, strikingly pretty Asian girl, about Tilda's age.
"Tilda?" asked the man. Tilda recognized his voice from her final phone interview just a week ago. It was a nice voice, but something about hearing it in person made her weak at the knees. She looked into his face, and suddenly time seemed to slow down: she became hyper-aware of every single thing about him. He seemed to be maybe mid-to late-thirties. His eyes were sparkling blue, with just a hint of green. His blond hair was thick and full, and he wore it swept-back, as if he simply had no time to properly style it, and just wanted it out of the way. He was quite tall, just a few inches taller than Tilda's five-feet-ten, but not thickly muscled, but lithe, like maybe a tennis pro, his long legs providing an easy, confident stride.
He walked towards her in slow motion, flashing a warm, wide smile and beginning to extend a large, masculine hand at the end of a finely muscled arm. He was wearing simple blue jeans and a dark blue tee shirt. It fit perfectly, but the microfiber material draped across his muscular chest and outlined his chiseled physique, practically searing a picture of his naked torso into Tilda's brain. She felt her blood pressure rising, her vision narrowed to tunnel vision. The Asian girl, the entire office, all disappeared, and all she could see was this man... this... deity. Tilda stood there, her mouth hanging open stupidly, and gawked at him for God-knows how long. He must think she's an idiot! SNAP OUT OF IT!!
It had been less than one second.
"I'm Michael James," he continued, extending his hand to her. Tilda reached for his hand, and as they touched, time slowed again, this time stopping for both of them. As they touched, she felt something akin to an electric shock that made her hand clasp to his. The charge coursed through her, and she felt absolutely rapturous. She looked in his face, and saw his eyes widen in surprise, heard him gasp despite himself, and she knew without question that he'd felt it, too. As they stood there, hands joined, they both started to spin around each other, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. The continued to orbit each other, spinning faster and higher, leaving the ground, their clothes, and reality far behind them. "Welcome to Synthworks," Michael finally managed to say, after holding Tilda's hand, perhaps for a second. "This is Dani Hai, my Project Manager." He motioned to the Asian woman, who shook Tilda's hand.
"Hi, Tilda," said Dani. "I'm so happy to meet you, and I'm looking forward to working with you!"
Michael was looking at Tilda, trying to understand what it was about her he was finding so utterly fascinating. He shook his head just a bit to clear his thinking and continued, "Dani is the PM for Project Majel. She works directly for me, and you'll be working directly under her. Come on, let me show you our area." Michael indicated the doors they'd just come through less than ten seconds ago, and they all walked through. Dani Hai hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
After showing Tilda to her workstation and introducing her to a few other people whose names and functions Tilda promptly forgot, Michael James had to leave for some meeting or other. He told her that Dani would take good care of her, and then he left the room as if it were on fire. Once he left, Tilda could finally concentrate. She started getting her workstation situated, got her desk organized, and successfully managed to log on to the company's systems. While she was doing that, Dani had disappeared somewhere. Her work area was not out in the middle of the floor, but she noticed a few guys passing by for absolutely no reason other than to check out the hot new IT girl. Tilda already knew she'd have no use for them... younger tech guys often treated women with disdain, with attractive women faring worst of all, their contributions routinely ignored at best, mocked and derided at worst. Tilda wasn't worried... she'd be their superior. No shit would be taken from any of them.
