ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.
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The summer sun hung sweltering in the midday sky as Carrie, Lizzy and I sat poolside.
Lizzy had returned from vacation a few weeks ago and had been over often since.
While I appreciated her help, I kinda missed having to do the more intimate things for Carrie when she was around. For instance, it was Lizzy, not I, who'd helped Carrie into her bikini and applied the sunscreen today.
"You're looking pretty tan for a girl who's been cooped up in the house all summer," Lizzy commented.
"Yeah, Dad's helped me get outside for some sun and fresh air," said Carrie.
Lizzy gave me a curious look, opening her mouth as if to say something, but didn't.
I pretended to be oblivious to the conversation as I checked some business emails on my phone. I really didn't want to start answering questions about how often I'd taken Carrie out by the pool and slathered her soft, supple skin in the slippery, coconut scented oil, my hands often finding curves and crevices no father normally had business touching on his own daughter.
I also didn't want to talk about why Carrie had less tan lines than she should have because of how often she'd sunbathe topless now, or how her pubic hair was still neatly trimmed and maintained enough not to stick out from her bikini bottom despite both of Carrie's hands being in casts for over seven weeks now.
No, those kinds of questions wouldn't do at all.
Instead of pursuing it further, though, Lizzy changed the subject. "So when do you get the casts off?"
"Next week!" Carrie answered excitedly. "I can't wait! The itching has been driving me crazy!"
Carrie's checkups had gone well and she was healing faster than expected. Still, once the casts were off, she'd still need several weeks of physical therapy to fully get back on her feet. But Carrie was young and strong, and we'd kept up with her workout routine. Her doctor assured us she'd be back to normal in no time, and should be fully recovered by the time she left for college in September.
We'd also kept up with our far less orthodox routine, a routine we of course had to keep highly secret.
We hadn't progressed much further than the mutual touching and masturbation of that first time. While I desperately wanted to go down on her, and have her perform oral on me, Carrie hadn't suggested either, and I had no intention of forcing it on her. Perhaps she wasn't quite ready for that yet, or maybe she was just waiting until her casts were off. Either way, I'd be patient.
She had invited me to suck her nipples, her breasts as sensitive as her mothers had been, and Carrie was enjoying her newly discovered ability to orgasm through nipple stimulation. Of course, they were always merely appetizers, the main course served through either her vibrator, my fingers, or a combination of both.
I'd always lick my fingers clean afterwards. Carrie's orgasms produced a silky white cream like the glaze on a pastry, and just as delectable. I eagerly awaited the day I could taste it directly from the source.
Carrie was still limited as to what she could do to return the favor, but her simple touch was more than enough for me, either by stroking my shaft with her fingers or lightly tickling my scrotum while I jerked myself off.
I'd always enjoyed the times Shelle would watch me masturbate, on those rare occasions where she was simply too exhausted, mentally strained, or struggling with her period to feel up to doing anything more. No matter what her mood had been before, it would always lighten considerably as she lay beside me, her head on my shoulder, lightly rubbing my chest and simply watching me take care of myself. I was always far harder and more excited when Shelle watched than when masturbating on my own, and I made sure she knew that.
I felt that same sense of increased arousal now, whenever Carrie was beside me, helping as she could but often just gazing in wonder and fascination. She'd sometimes ask questions, or comment on what I was doing, as if making mental notes on what touches, strokes or speeds felt most pleasurable to me.
And when I'd finish, her fingers would invariably trace their way through my sticky chest and stomach, playing with my cum and, several times now, tasting it.
As I said, it had become a routine with us, an almost daily one. And sometimes more than once a day.
The only time we took a break from things is when Carrie got her period. Even then though, while she wasn't feeling comfortable enough for me to pleasure her, she'd still enjoy laying beside me in bed (she slept in my room most nights now) and inviting me to masturbate while she watched.
Just last night, we escalated things slightly, with Carrie suddenly encouraging me (more like pleading, really) to ejaculate on her breasts.
I'd been laying on my back beside her as usual, but I immediately sat up and straddled her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her nipple as I felt my orgasm approach.
My cum covered her soft tanned skin, dripping down her firm tits into her cleavage, still more running down the sides and on to the sheets.
Carrie playfully rubbed my semen into her nipples, stimulating herself to the point that I had to yet again help her get "one last one" before we both finally fell into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.
My memories of all of this were interrupted by the sound of Carrie clearing her throat loudly.
Snapping out of my daydream, I turned to find her glaring at me intently. Her eyes flickered towards my crotch, then back to me.
Fortunately, Lizzy still had her back to me, giving me time to adjust myself and hide the bulge that had sprung up under my bathing suit.
"You okay?" Lizzy asked Carrie.
"Fine," Carrie answered, giving me a quick sideways glance. "Just...something stuck in my throat."
"Okay. Well, I'm gonna cool off in the pool," said Lizzy. She took a few steps then paused and turned back to Carrie. "Sorry you can't join me. I feel kinda guilty about swimming in front of you."
Carrie smiled up at her. "Don't worry about it. One more week and these things will be gone. And the doctor said swimming will be great therapy for me, so I'll be in there a lot!"
Lizzy swam for several minutes then pulled herself up out of the pool, the water dripping from her darker toned skin that spoke to some mixed ethnicity in her lineage I couldn't quite put my finger on.
As she towel dried her hair, I admired the short, stylish new cut and color she'd recently gotten that added a wavy mixed layer of blue beneath her natural black tones.
She was a beautiful young woman. Not as beautiful as my Carrie, of course.
I found the contradiction amusing. Here I was, fooling around with, and in all probability soon taking the virginity of, my own daughter.
But when it came to her friend...while I found myself admiring her beauty, my mind refused to allow itself to even consider her in a sexual way. Instead it went right back to Dad Mode.
So I instinctively turned away and refocused on my emails when Lizzy bent over to start drying her legs.
We lay in the sun for a while, Lizzy and Carrie chatting away as Lizzy caught her up on her vacation adventures.
Later, I threw some burgers on the grill and shortly after eating, Lizzy got ready to leave.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help you shower before I go?" I could hear her ask Carrie from the living room while I cleaned up from our meal in the kitchen.
