The next morning Marie woke up with a rare hangover and only a hazy memory of the night before. "I remember having a good time, but I also remember something really naughty going on. What happened?"
"I'm not sure you want to know," I said.
When I came out of the shower a few minutes later, I heard Marie talking to Krissy while she fixed a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs for us.
". . . and I don't want you to get any silly ideas in your head, sweetie. Don't get me wrong -- I love having sex with your stepfather. But there's nothing magical about his penis -- or about any man's penis. Sure, your stepfather has a lot of stamina, but the real thing is this: I love him."
"I've seen you cum when you suck his cock. That's not normal, Mom."
Marie cleared her throat, obviously embarrassed. "Well, it's . . . ."
". . . Complicated. Yeah, I get it."
"Actually, it's not complicated at all. It's love. In the evenings, your stepfather and I have this . . . ."
". . . Roleplay. Yeah, I've seen it. You REALLY get into your roleplay, Mom."
Marie laughed. "I do get lost in it. But the reason I get lost in it is because I CAN get lost in it. I trust and love your stepfather as much as I trust and love you. When I close my eyes while I . . . uh . . . kiss him, I feel free to lose myself with him."
"Mom, I love him, too."
"Of course you do, sweetie. He's been a very good stepfather to you."
"Mom, I think I love him more like a . . . Daddy."
Marie turned and stared at her daughter.
Krissy went on: "Mom, I know that you and I haven't talked that much about my dating since you gave me the 'birds-and-bees/use-a-condom' speech a couple of years ago. But I really have taken to heart what you said about making sure that sex is meaningful. I haven't been nearly as . . . active, I guess you would say . . . as you and Danny probably think I've been." She paused and looked down at her plate, moving the food around nervously with her fork before looking back up at her mother and speaking again: "Do you think it would be alright if Danny were my first one?"
At that moment, there was a bang and crash outside on the street. It was the sanitation guys slinging the garbage cans into their truck. At the sound, Marie reflexively looked toward the front of the house and saw me standing at the end of the hallway. I imagine that the expression on my face was probably as dumbfounded as what I saw on hers. My cockteasing stepdaughter -- a virgin? A virgin who wants me to pop her cherry?
Marie shook her head slightly trying to reorder her thoughts. "Sweetie," she said. "You've raised a lot of . . . issues. But you need to leave for school in a few minutes. Let's talk about this some more later."
That night, the three of us watched a movie together. It was one of those weepy romantic dramas full of longing and separations and unrequited stuff ending in requited stuff. Marie was a sucker for that kind of thing, and I had to admit that I rather liked a nice romantic tearjerker myself once in a while.
At first, Krissy sat in the recliner several feet away from us. Marie curled up in my arms with her legs tucked under her.
After a few minutes, though, Krissy got up. "Don't pause the movie, I'm just fixing some popcorn. Want any?"
When she came back a couple of minutes later, she put a big bowl of popcorn on the table in front of the couch, handed me a glass of white wine and sat next to me. I sipped the wine while mother and daughter dug into the popcorn. As the movie became more engrossing, I put the wine glass on the table and lay back. Putting both arms on the back of the couch, I embraced my family and pulled my women toward me. Marie and Krissy leaned into my chest, their large breasts pressing into my body.
The movie went on. I kissed Marie on the top of the forehead, then turned to Krissy and did the same to her. My hands, which had been draped along their shoulders, rose up so that I could stroke both their cheeks. Marie responded by nuzzling closer to me to kiss and lick my neck, while Krissy contented herself with simply placing her hand over mine as I stroked her face.
The revelation that morning that Krissy was a virgin replayed itself in my head, making it hard to even follow the plot of the melodrama showing on the tube. It was hard to believe -- yet I had to -- that Krissy, with her sexy dancing, her pornographic displays and teasing, was actually still a virgin. Yet I knew that she wasn't a liar, especially since her mother and I had tacitly assumed that she was already sexually active and had accepted it as part of her coming of age in the modern era. Why would she bother lying about it?
I pulled Krissy's head closer to me so that she rested it on my shoulder while I continued to stroke her cheek. Accepting Krissy's inexperience caused a wave of tenderness to wash over me, reminding me of how lovely and cute and fun she was when I first met her in her early teens, before she blossomed into the sexy young woman that I saw today. I bent forward and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, sweetie," I said.
Marie saw my gesture and brought her hand up to stroke Krissy's cheek with me. "We both love you, sweetie. More than anyone else in the world." After that the three of us settled back into the couch and watched the movie unfold. I hugged both my girls tightly.
After a long time of relaxing together, Krissy turned to her mother. "Mom, I think it's getting late. Doesn't Daddy need his blowjob?"
Marie froze in embarrassment, but Krissy continued: "Oh, Mom. I've seen it all. Go ahead. Don't you want to?"
Marie did nothing for several seconds, seeming to consider it. Then she came to a decision. She reached toward my crotch and began a fumbling, one-handed effort to undo my belt. Krissy reached over and helped, smiling at her mother. The mother-daughter cooperation made my cock even harder.
In a few moments, Marie and Krissy had my pants off. Instead of sucking me, though, Marie remained curled up in my arms and began lazily stroking my rod up and down while we watched the movie. Krissy reached for a couple of kernels of popcorn and snuggled closer to me. "I love this show, Daddy."
We remained that way for several minutes. After so many intense interactions over the last several weeks, this was strangely low-key: Marie stroked me up and down, up and down in a way that was soothing while at the same time sexy as hell. Krissy occasionally took my hand draped over her shoulder and kissed it or licked my finger, but otherwise she simply burrowed into my chest and purred contentedly. Occasionally she reached for some popcorn and casually ate it while her eyes drifted back and forth from her mother's actions to the TV screen. It reminded me of her actions several weeks earlier, brazenly eating popcorn while she watched her mother blow me.
