Author's note: This is a work of fiction, any similarity to reality is coincidental and unintended. All parties are 18 or over. This one is a long one... I didn't mean for it to go this long, but I hope you enjoy.
If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, you should - it gives all the backstory which I won't repeat here.
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Chapter 2
A little over a month had passed since the events I wrote about in chapter 1 took place. I was still torn between the love of my family and an inescapable desire to go further with my daughter Samantha. I fought with myself daily, going back and forth uncertain about how she felt, too afraid to talk to her about it, and my fears for what trying to go further would mean for my family - whether she wanted me to or not.
If Sam did want me to go further, and I did - I would be cheating on my wife. A woman I love dearly. I have watched days worth of videos and read countless stories and about incest; and one that one theme always seems to be missing from them all.
The seductive daughter seduces the "unwilling" father whose only reply is "what if your mother finds out". The father who slowly convinces the daughter. The sudden lusty romance between two family members destined to be lovers... there is never a mention of "this isn't right because its cheating" or "no I love your mother!"
Then again, what if she didn't want me to go further? What if she really was the idyllic youngster, unwise to the desires of men; just allowing my slight advances out of an unconditional but completely benign love for her stepfather? What if I shattered that love? Would she ever forgive me?
I was torn. These were the thought that racked my mind in the span between the events that I have already written about and those that are to come below. Luckily, work provided something of a distraction. I don't think I mentioned it before - but I am a mid-level manager of a large nation-wide company. The department I oversee provides technical support and training for some fairly high-end entertainment systems. I was sent on a two week cross country tour to oversee the upgrade of many of the installations.
Of the three week tour, only one event stands out that is worth mentioning here. I will describe it briefly to you:
During my trips, I try to keep in contact with my family at night via Skype; especially with my son who is still too young to really grasp the length of time I am sometimes gone for. One night near the end of the trip I was talking to my son when my wife told him it was time to get ready for bed. He passed the video camera to Sam as he ran for the stairs.
"Hi" Sam said, staring off into the distance toward the television. She was wearing that same Cinderella top she'd been wearing nearly three weeks prior.
"Hey honey. How's it going?" I asked.
"Good."
"How's dance?"
"Good. We're doing rehearsals."
"Oh? When's the recital?"
Still staring off toward the tv she replied "Two weeks." And then she looked sad.
"What's wrong Sam?" I asked noticing the change immediately.
She was silent for long while, as if thinking it over.
"Will you be home to see it?" She asked, suddenly staring directly into the camera.
"I wouldn't miss it."
That seemed to put a smile on her face. "Good." She added, back to her usual cheerful self. We sat without talking for the next few minutes; almost as if enjoying each others company.
"Okay. I'm gonna get ready for bed." Sam said after the silence had dragged on for a several minutes.
"Okay honey. Have a good night. I'll be home in three days."
"Good." Sam said smiling, facing directly into the camera again.
"Good?" I asked.
Sam looked down toward her breasts, a large grin spreading across her face.
"My shoulders are sore." She said quickly, then looked up and winked into the camera before hanging up.
My jaw nearly embedded itself into the ground six floors below as I stared at the black screen for a space of time I could not guess at. My mind was racing. Even I could not possibly misinterpret her meaning. Sam had clearly understood what was going on that night, and what's more she obviously wanted it to happen again!
I hardly slept at all that night.
The rest of the trip continued on uneventfully, and I returned home three days later shortly before dinnertime. It was Thursday and I had decided I didn't need to be back at the office until about Tuesday so I could get in a nice long weekend. Despite her own work schedule - Jessica was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner when I came in.
"Daddy!" Michael screamed, nearly knocked me over as he jumped at me. He had run twenty feet in what seemed a second as soon as he heard the front door open. He wrapped his arms around my legs and it was several minutes before I could convince him to let go.
I walked into the kitchen, Michael following me as if uncertain whether I would disappear suddenly again. Jessica was sliding chicken pieces from a pan when I stepped behind her. I leaned over her shoulder and she rested her head back onto my shoulder as we kissed. I squeezed her right but cheek, and she deftly swatted my hand away.
"No, none of that right now." She admonished, a sly grin on her face.
"Dinner before dessert." She added, returning to the task. Within a couple minutes, she had prepared three plates and set them out on the waiting dinner table.
"Sam's at Erin's." Jessica called, returning briefly to the kitchen as I poured a California Merlot into our two glasses. Erin had been Sam's best friend since their first day of school, the two were always together.
"And there's a package in the garage. It came yesterday."
I headed out to the garage to see what it was, and found a FedEx box sitting on my workbench about the size of two shoeboxes placed end-to-end.
"The tent!" I realized suddenly. I had ordered it before I left for the trip to replace my aging REI Half-dome that I had foolishly left in the back shed and some squirrels had utterly obliterated over the winter. Instantly, I knew what my weekend would look like!
I opened the box and was greeted with the distinctive Marroon/White inner tent and poles. Like a child on Christmas morning who had received the only gift he'd asked for, I turned it over in my hands and inspected the craftsmanship of my new MSR Hubba Hubba 2 tent. The factory taped seams and heavy gauge floor would keep me comfortable in even the worst rainstorms I encountered on the trails or lakes.
Michael walked in as I finished putting the tent back into the box.
"Wanna try out the new tent in the backyard this weekend?" I asked, picking Michael up. I had never actually taken the kids on a real camping trip before, but Michael was always keen on playing camping. I had built him a "tent" out of bed sheets many times - and he had spent about a month sleeping in one I built in his room that winter.
"Yeah!" He screamed, jumping down and running off to tell his mom the good news.
"Just got home and already leaving on a camping trip?" Jessica asked as I walked back into the dining room.
"Just a backyard campout." I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
"And not till tomorrow night." I added, releasing her but sliding my hands across her breasts as I did.
A gentle moan escaped her lips as my hands quickly cupped and then released the large globes.
The rest of the evening was spent catching up on the last three week's events. I cleared the table and did the dishes while Jessica finally had a few minutes to relax, I read Michael two stories - he insisting one simply wasn't enough, and I headed towards our room for bed.
Clearly, Jessica had other ideas.
As I entered our bedroom, I discovered a sign on my pillow that simply read "Downstairs. Clothing optional."
I smiled, ever amazed at how Jessica never failed to surprise me.
I tossed my clothes into the hamper as I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. In the last ten years, the bathroom scales had failed to show more than a couple pounds difference in my weight, though it seemed to me that the weight had shifted some towards the center. I stood 5' 6" and 175 pounds, with short slightly thinning brown hair. I doubt very much if many people besides my wife or my mother would describe me as overly handsome, but I don't think I'm too hard on the eyes either.
Before heading downstairs I slipped on a pair of tight purple boxer briefs Jessica had bought me a few months before; she loved seeing me in them. As I left the room I flicked out the lights.
As I descended the stairs back to the living room, I discovered most of the lights were already off and the faint glow of some vanilla scented imitation candles flickered and danced off the walls. On the couch Jessica sat watching me enter like a hungry lioness stalking prey (Male lions don't usually do the hunting in case you didn't know already...)
Jessica had on a black lace teddy that enveloped and accentuated her curvaceous body. The plunging v-neck was so wide that it barely covered the perfectly formed tiny nipples that topped off her only slightly sagging D-Cup breasts. She wore matching black knee-high stockings and the fingers of her right hand were tracing light seductive circles around the design while she eyed me.
"Wow." I managed finally, after taking in the sight.
"Looks like you approve" Jessica said huskily, looking at the bulge in my boxers which was growing quickly.
"Need some help with that?" She asked, smiling devilishly.
"Badly" I replied as I approached her, still looking her over from head to toe. I had always found Jessica an amazingly sexy woman. Unhindered by what excess weight she claimed she had, she could turn from a weary overworked housewife to an incredibly sexual being as quickly as flipping a switch.
Jessica ran her hand along the length of my shaft through the boxer briefs, her eyes locked on mine. In one fluid motion she slid them down and engulfed my cock. I had never been under any illusions about my size; I was about 6 or so inches and she took all of it sliding it part way out before burying it back into her throat.
"Ungh. Fuck." I moaned.
She continued on like that for a while, before allowing me to slide out a bit farther and putting her hand to work at the same time. Pumping my shaft while her mouth continued to work on the rest of my length.
I lowered a hand and slid it into her Teddy, cupping one of her heavy breasts, slowly rolling the nipple around between my fingers.
"Mmmm" she moaned around my cock.
"Sluuuup" came the sound as she popped my cock from her mouth a few minutes later. Her eyes were back on mine.
"Fuck me." She instructed.
"Not yet." I replied, kneeling down between her legs.
I slowly kissed my way from her right knee, up her inner thigh all the way up, but only just barely brushing against the small tuft of hair Jessica kept trimmed neatly above her pussy. I repeated the process on the opposite side, and when I stopped over her pussy I slowly sucked in a deep breath cascading a cool breeze across the sensitive skin.
"Yes." Jessica breathed.
