Emma and Vincent kept fucking like rabbits in the following weeks. They seized every opportunity to fuck each other in every room of the house. And I let them do whatever they wanted. It was a newfound sensation for all of us after all.
I found them in each other's arms whenever I came home. Vincent's dick was in his mother's throat most of those times. He couldn't get enough of her lips wrapped around his dick, and she loved pleasing her son.
One day I came home and Vincent was playing some game on his gaming console sitting on the couch. And Emma was on her knees in front of him and she was casually licking and sucking his cock like she was playing with a toy. The sight was fucking hot. Maybe the hottest thing I ever saw.
Treating his own mother like a sex slave, like she only existed to receive his seed... My blood boiled because of both anger and arousal every time I witnessed it. But Emma loved it as well so I didn't interfere. Besides, it wasn't always like that of course. It was just a sexy play between them, Emma being an obedient lover and Vincent using her for his own pleasure.
But that fact didn't reduce my excitement. So I immediately dropped my pants and positioned myself behind Emma. I entered her from behind without warning and fucked her like an animal as if I was punishing this slut.
And another day when I came home, Emma was obviously trying to cook in the kitchen but Vincent's dick was in her pussy from behind and he was thrusting into her with great intensity as she lay facedown on the kitchen table.
I waited until he finished inside of her. Emma was tired a little but I didn't care. I approached them and made Emma drop to the floor on her knees. I fucked her face and spilled my seed into her stomach.
I couldn't walk around the house without getting an erection because of those two. Most of the time I joined them. 'The more the merrier' was literally our family motto.
The only condition was we would do it only if Lucy wasn't home. We warned each other that even implicit insinuations were forbidden around Lucy.
But as much as we were careful, you can't hide something for a long time from the people you live together. And it wasn't so long before Lucy came to talk to me.
Vincent and Emma were out one day. Lucy and I were alone in the house. She came to me when I was killing time in the living room.
"Dad?" She called me.
"Yes?" I looked at her. She seemed nervous.
"Can I... can we talk about something?"
"Of course, honey. Come sit." I invited her to sit beside me. "What is the problem?"
She sat on the couch. "I...I don't know how to tell you." She avoided my eyes.
I took her hand in mine. "You know you can tell me anything. I wouldn't judge you. You know I'm not that kind of father to you." A lot of scenarios seeped into my mind. What was it that she wanted to talk about?
"I know." She began to talk. She seemed to gather her courage to say it. Eventually, she revealed, "I-I'm aware of Mom and Vincent. And I know you are included in it as well."
I froze. My mind took its time to process what she said. 'She knew?' I began to panic. Sweat formed on my back and forehead. "What... what do you mean?" I tried to counter by feigning ignorance.
"You don't have to pretend, Dad. I'm not mad or anything." She assured me.
"You are not?"
"No. I mean, I was confused, angry, and disappointed at first. I didn't know what to do. But then, when I thought about it a lot, I made peace with it."
I was speechless. I didn't know where she was going with that. So I waited for her to finish.
She continued. "I made research about it on the internet. I was afraid that maybe you had some kind of mental disorder. I mean all of you. But I learned that there are a lot of people with this...kink. And at some point, I started to get interested in it too."
I was shocked again. "W-what do you mean?" I asked once more.
Her face flushed and she avoided my gaze again. "I-I want it, Dad. I didn't do it yet and I want it to be with you. It will be my first time."
Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought I would hear something like that from my sweet daughter. The daughter I loved and cherished. She was proposing I take her virginity now.
I always loved children, but I liked girls a little more than boys. So when she was born, I was the happiest man in the world. I spoiled and pampered her while she grew up to be a gorgeous young woman. There was a more special bond between us, just like the bond between Emma and Vincent.
I remained silent. I could see she was growing more nervous with every second. She was fidgeting and playing with her fingers, and she was not able to look me in the eyes.
Gathering my thoughts a little, I asked. "Honey, are you extremely sure about that? Please, don't rush it. You don't have to do anything just because we are doing it."
"I know, Dad. Y-you wouldn't force me to d-do anything. But I really w-want it." She shyly replied.
I pondered for a while. Vincent fucking Emma was one thing, but thinking about my little sweet daughter in that way made me a little uncomfortable. She was always innocent and demure in my eyes.
But at the same time, exactly because of her personality that I gave her in my mind, even imagining it made my dick rock hard. I wanted to see her horny side. I wanted to see her expressions as I did the unspeakable things to her. Man, I was one depraved son of a bitch.
She saw my bulge and smiled shyly while averting her eyes. I was embarrassed a little and tried to hide it with my arm. But she looked at me and said, "You don't have to hide it, Dad. I just said I wanted to do it with you. And it makes me happy to see you interested."
"Honey, you know I can't give you an answer now. I need to discuss it at least with your mother." I informed her.
"I...I understand." She said a little disappointed.
I gave her an encouraging smile. "Don't worry, honey. Your mother will agree to it."
