Family Fantasy - the Beginning

*** This short story is essentially a prequel to what will be a series of stories published over time. ***

Mac peeled open his heavy eyelids, panting like he had just run a marathon. His mind felt emptied of thought as he blinked himself back to awareness. Looking down, he took in the sight of the puddles of cum splattered across his wife's desk, his cock still hard and throbbing in his hand.

"Shit," he muttered. He needed to clean that up before Wendy got home. Glancing up at his wife's computer screen, he took a deep breath to settle himself, because what the fuck even was that.

Apparently, Wendy had a depravity to her that Mac had never known in their 20 years of marriage. He clicked the mouse on her desktop and scrolled back up to the top of the story he just finished reading. A story about a father giving in to the lustful urges that consumed him until the only thing he could do was fuck the ever-loving - and he meant loving - shit out of his daughter. It was the hottest thing Mac had read. And that was saying something given his browser history. But for a father to fuck his daughter? And for Wendy to read something like that... why would she?

The way that man took his daughter's virginity like he was the only man worthy of the cause, painting her lips with her own virgin blood, being overcome with the primal urge to impregnate her... It was more than Mac could process at that moment. And the daughter in the story? She wanted it. She begged for her daddy to fill her up. Just the thought of it sent a shiver through Mac.

Looking back down at himself, Mac realized he needed to cool off if he had any hope of getting his cock back in his pants and cleaning up before Wendy got home from the store, which would be any minute.

Suddenly the front door slammed.

"Hey Dad!"

"Oh fuck," Mac exhaled, scrambling to pull himself together before his daughter Emily made it up the stairs.

Standing up in a rush, Mac hastened to tuck his shirt and his dick back into his pants and frantically searched around for something to wipe up the desk. He eyed the sweater hanging on the back of his wife's desk chair and quickly swiped up the proof of his deviancy before balling it up and throwing it under the desk. He'd come back for it later and put it in the laundry before he went to bed.

"Hey sweetheart," Mac called out. "I thought you were going over to Cyntheia's house tonight."

"Yeah, I am. I just came by to pick up my sweater and my toothbrush." Emily bounded up the steps and into Wendy's office just as Mac was about to step out.

"Oh hey there, what are you doing coming into your mom's office? Do you need something?" Mac started shifting nervously, for some reason feeling like he had been caught with his pants down, even though he knew he had rid himself and the room of any evidence.

"It's cool, Dad. I left my sweater in here this morning when I came to print something off her computer. It should be..." Emily trailed off in thought as she looked around the room. "Huh. I thought I left it on the back of Mom's chair. Have you seen it?"

The blood drained from Mac's face.

"Um, no sweetheart, I sure haven't. But I-I'm sure it will turn up."

Emily glanced around the room and shrugged. "You're probably right Daddy. Oh well, I'll just grab another one from my room."

Emily stepped out into the hall and Mac went right behind her. He felt like he would combust if he stayed in that room one more minute. Emily disappeared into her room and Mac started down the stairs just as the front door opened again.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wendy jokingly shouted as she walked in with the groceries. Mac scowled at his wife's jovial tone and marched down the remaining stairs to greet her. How could she sound so happy and carefree when Mac felt like he was experiencing some sort of psychological crisis?

They were going to talk. Now.

___

Wendy was buzzing with energy as she swept through the front door. Her daughter, Emily, was going to spend the night with her friend and that meant a night for Mac and Wendy to enjoy to themselves.

Even though she was 18 and technically an adult now, Emily was still living at home, and that often cramped Wendy's need for alone time with her husband. There was only so much spicey stuff on the internet to tide her over between sex sessions with Mac. She cringed at the phrasing in her head, but that's honestly what they felt like now - obligatory sex sessions.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mac enter the kitchen just as she was setting the groceries on the counter.

"Hey babe, I got all of your favorites for dinner tonight. Would you like me to --" Wendy smiled up at her husband, but startled at the look on his face.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong?"

Mac just stood there, several feet away from her and seething. She didn't know what to do, but if their years of marriage taught her anything, it was to wait for him to gather his thoughts and speak. Before he could utter a word, Emily came flying down the stairs. She paused briefly to kiss her dad on the cheek and then ran over to her mom and did the same.

"Bye, Mom! Bye Daddy! I'm heading off to Cyntheia's for the night. Don't expect me to be home until late tomorrow morning. Have fun, you two!" Then with two steps and a door slam later, she was gone.

And with that exit, Wendy couldn't hold in her questions anymore.

"Can you tell me why you look --" Wendy started, at the same time that Mac finally spoke with his question "Do you want to tell me why --"...

Wendy sighed and shook her head. "Please, Mac, you go first."

Mac seemed rooted to the spot, like an oak tree incapable of compromising to the whims of the wind. His expression hadn't changed a fraction since he walked in, meaning he still looked madder than a hornet about something. Wendy wouldn't have to wait long to find out why.

Mac tried again. "Do you want to tell me why you have fucking" - Mac started sputtering - "taboo, incest, slut porn stories on your fucking computer?"

Wendy froze. That was not at all what she thought her husband was about to say to her. Hadn't she closed out of the website before she left to get groceries? Her brain had been a little fried after a hot solo session with her favorite wave vibe that she kept in her desk drawer. Wendy grasped for the words, any words, to say to Mac, but as she prepared to speak, she realized that she didn't actually care what Mac thought. Maybe her husband should know about some of her taboo fantasies. Who knows, it could pepper some spice back onto their pretty mild sex life.

"I mean... I guess I am sort of glad you stumbled upon it. Now I can be more open with you when it comes to what I want in our married sex life."

"What you want?? That story I read was about a man fucking his daughter. Are you telling me, Wendy, that's what you want? You want me to fuck our daughter? You want me to claim Emily's virginity like it's rightfully mine as her father?"

She gaped at him. Well, shit. No, that's not what she had meant. She had meant more that she got hot just from the scandalous nature of some hypothetical taboo. But holy fuck. The shivers that ran through her as she repeated Mac's words in her head. The image came to her unbidden. Mac, his naked chest pressed against Emily's, with one fist in her hair and the other kneading her plump young breast.

Wendy's pussy gushed.

They were both breathing hard, and as Wendy lifted her head to Mac, a rightness settled over her, and an unmistakable sexual tension filled the kitchen.

"Is that what you want, Mac?"

Mac's eyes grew large. "What?" he whispered.

"You heard me. Is that what you want? I'll be honest and tell you that it wasn't what I meant. But when I think about it, the wrongness of it all, fuck, it's so hot, baby."

"Wendy," Mac breathed. "You can't be serious."

"Honey, something needs to reignite the burn we had when we were younger. Don't you remember all the dirty twisted shit we used to do when we first met? When we were 18, we felt so alive. Fucking with our parents in the next room, not caring if we got caught. Blowing you in the drive-thru. Fingering me under the table in the cafeteria."

Mac stood there with an unreadable expression on his face, so Wendy pressed on.

"Have I thought of your cock entering our daughter? No. But the idea of something so twisted, so taboo." Wendy's eyes rolled back, and a shiver tore through her as she felt her nipples harden.

"Just the thought of it," Wendy whispered. "Don't you feel something stirring in you just thinking about something so... naughty? Tell me, baby. Tell me I'm not alone in this. It doesn't have to be real. We can just... talk about it and what it would be like. What it would feel like. We can do that, can't we?"

Mac looked as if he were vibrating, his eyes pleading with Wendy not to make him cross this line. But Wendy was dripping, overcome with lust, and she needed the sweet embrace of relief. She would do anything to convince her husband in this moment. Anything to get him to touch her.

Slowly, Wendy took small steps in his direction, moving to close the distance between them in hopes that by touching him, she could make him see this is what they needed.

Reaching him, Wendy lightly grazed her nails across his chest, watching as goosebumps appeared down his arms. Concentrating her touch on his pecs, his nipples, Wendy leaned up and whispered towards his ear. "Imagine it. You are shutting down the house for the night, and I've long since gone to bed. You're just about to head to our room when you hear the stairs creak. Emily is coming downstairs to get a drink of water. She didn't think anyone would be awake so she didn't bother to cover up. Did you know, dear, that all Emily sleeps in are her panties? No other clothes, firm breasts exposed and bouncing with every step. Can you see them, my love?"

The last straw holding Mac's sanity snapped.

___

What the fuck is happening, Mac thought? Could he do this? Could he give in to these lustful thoughts that Wendy was calling forward? He would never act on them, but giving them power, that scared the shit out of him. It scared him because what if he couldn't come back from this? Once he spoke these thoughts out loud, everything would change.

But the pull he felt toward Wendy in that moment, the raw lust thumping through his veins and engorging his cock. He was helpless to stop it. He needed relief as much as his wife. And they needed it now.

"I can see them," Mac said. His voice came out a near growl. "God, they look fucking magnificent. Her breasts have always been hard for me to ignore as she has grown. Large enough to fill my hand and my mouth."

Wendy groaned. "Yess..."

Mac was in this now, continuing where his wife left off. "She pauses on the stairs looking at me, but she doesn't turn away. She just looks at me, and her breathing starts getting heavier, her nipples hardening. I know in that moment what she needs."

"Yes. Emily is a good girl. And a good girl needs her father. She was just waiting for you to finally see her as a woman, so she could have something to offer you. Her.... Oh God, her daddy."

"Fuuuuuuck." Mac became overwhelmed with the need to be skin-to-skin with his wife. His cock, at the very least, was straining in his jeans to get out. He reached down and started yanking up the skirt of his wife's dress.

"Take this off," he demanded. "Need you."

Wendy complied, ripping her dress over her head. Her breasts weren't as large as their daughter's, and she rarely wore a bra, which was fine with Mac. Sliding her underwear down her legs, she exposed her dripping cunt to him and he dropped to his knees to get a taste.

It had been years since Mac had filled his mouth with his wife's cum. Maybe she was right. Maybe they needed this push to get them back to that burning sexual connection they'd had long ago.

Mac inhaled her sweet, spicey scent. "Wendy."

"This isn't Wendy's cunt, Daddy. It's Emily's. Show me what you would do to Emily's cunt. She me how you would prepare her to take a cock for the first time."

Yes. Mac could do that. Mac realized deep in his soul that, more than anything, he wanted it to be true. He had just refused until this moment to give a voice to it. But now, in the safety of this fantasy with Wendy, he could let this be real. Real enough to give him a memory to keep him warm once things with his wife went back to normal. So with that, Mac closed his eyes and let go.

"Okay Emily, Daddy is going to take care of you now. Daddy is going to get your sweet cunt ready to take me. And to get you ready, Daddy needs to taste you. Grab a hold of my hair and throw your leg over my shoulder."

She did as he instructed and he turned his head to sniff a line up the inside of his teenage daughter's thigh, catching the juices that had already escaped her snatch.

"Fuck, Emily. You taste so sweet, baby girl."

Reaching down with one hand, Mac popped the button open on his fly and drew down the zipper. His cock surged from the opening and though he wanted to stroke himself to find some relief, he knew he would need both hands on his daughter.

His tongue slurped up all the gathered juices at her opening, causing a small, high-pitched moan to peep from Emily's throat. Taking that as a sign of approval, he stiffened his tongue and drove it into her opening.

"Holy shit!" Emily gasped. The hold on his hair tightened, and he began to thrust his tongue deeper into her gash, spending long minutes learning every ridge he swept across. After some time, he backed away for a breath and to give his baby girl some praise.

"What a good girl, letting daddy drink from your hole. Your juice is so sweet, baby, the best I've ever tasted." A dark thought crept into his mind, and he decided in that moment to let the fantasy consume him to say what he did next. "You even taste better than your mother."

Emily started thrusting her hips, humping his face, but he had more to give her, more pleasure to show his daughter. Grabbing one of her hips, Mac dove back in, but this time he aimed just above her fluttering hole and settled the attention of his tongue on her little beaded clit. With his free hand, he began to squeeze his finger into her tight, wet heat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mac knew that his Emily had a barrier he couldn't breach with his finger. One that should only be broken with his cockhead. One that wasn't there now. But for this moment, Mac pulled away just long enough to tell his daughter what was coming next.

"Hold on to Daddy, Emily. I need to stretch you out to get you ready for Daddy's big cock."

Then he began to thrust, pumping his hand into his baby girl's baby cunt while she shrieked above him. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

After a minute, he thrust in a second finger, then a third, tearing into his daughter and showing her the power of her father's love. And then... she erupted. Cum spilled from the gash in her legs, coating his hand and his mouth. He sucked in every drop, pulling his fingers free and licking them clean.

Setting her leg down. Mac gazed up at the woman above him, her face seemed to flash and change in front of Mac's eyes. She shifted back and forth between Emily and Wendy from one blink to the next. He shook his head to focus until it settled into Emily. His Emily. Because he wasn't done with her yet.

Standing, he shed his clothes as quickly as possible and lifted Emily to set her on the kitchen counter. Mac closed his eyes briefly while he caught his breath, and in that moment, he could hear his wife whispering as if she were right next to him, guiding him toward their final joining.

"Your daughter wants you, Mac. Emily wants her Daddy. She needs you to make her a woman, like mommy. Show her what it means to be fucked by Mac, her father. Fuck her with the cock that made her."

Each syllable was like a soft purr. Each word was a caress that made everything about this moment seem impossibly right. He rubbed his chest and settled into the next moment with his daughter.

Opening his eyes, he gazed upon Emily's loving face.

"Daddy?" she whispered hesitantly.

"It's okay baby. Daddy loves you. He's going to give you his cock now and you'll feel how much Daddy loves you." The last words coming out in a growl as Mac grabbed Emily's hips and thrust up into her.

"Oh fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Ooohhhh..."

"Yes! Yes, Daddy! More, give me more."

That's all Mac needed to hear. He began pumping hard and fast into his daughter, chasing that feeling of bliss he knew was just on the other side of this primal urge to claim her.

"That's it, baby. Take what Daddy is giving you. This little cunt is mine. You are only mine, do you hear me?

"Negh, ughhhh... Yes, Daddy. I'm yours. Only your cock, Daddy."

"Good fucking girl."

Mac ramped up his pace, thrusting his cockhead into her so fast it seemed like a blur when he looked down to watch it disappear inside of Emily. He needed to make her cum, to bring her to the edge like he was. Reaching for her clit, he pressed down with his thumb right over the bud, and after a few swirls of heavy pressure, his daughter detonated. Her pussy fluttered around him, and as the wetness inside her increased, it only took Mac two more pumps before he followed her, surrendering to the blissful nothingness that washed over him as he came.

"Thank you, Daddy." The words sent a wave of pride through Mac, but the voice didn't sound like his sweet Emily anymore. He looked up into the eyes of his wife, sweat glistening on her brow as she gave a throaty chuckle.

Mac smirked before he brought their mouths together in a powerful, emotional kiss. Wendy was right that they had needed this to help jumpstart their passions again, but as the high of his orgasm faded, Mac's face started to heat with shame.

Wendy must have sensed where his thoughts had turned because she grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"It's okay, love. It was just the fantasy of doing something forbidden. It doesn't mean it's real."

Mac nodded his head and smiled at his wife like a good husband, but inside his heart, he knew better. Because for Mac, all of that had felt very, very real, and he wasn't sure if he could let those feelings go.

___

A few days had passed since that night when Mac and Wendy had shared their forbidden fantasy. His wife had placed herself right back in their normal routine as if nothing had happened, but Mac couldn't seem to do the same. He tried, and as far as Wendy knew, things were as they had always been, but every time his eyes strayed to his daughter, his cock pulsed inside his pants, and his face heated not in shame but in inescapable lust.

This was no longer a fantasy. Mac wanted his daughter. The only question now - how was he going to get her?