This is of course a fantasy and should be read as such. All characters are over 18 years old.
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The first years were tough on both me and my wife. We were so young, barely out of high school. Both of us wanted to have a family and it seemed smart to start early and shorten the toddler years. So when Morgan was born just a couple of weeks after Anna turned 20, and Tiffany came along eighteen months later, it was more or less according to plan.
But then there was the "accident", in the shape of Molly, Jenny and Emma, our darling triplets, born merely a year after Tiffany. They were an "accident" only in that we hadn't planned to have any more children and we certainly hadn't planned for triplets. But considering we were fucking like rabbits and didn't use protection, the result wouldn't have been a surprise to more mature parents. We really should have known better, but Anna was so fucking hot and I loved seeing her pregnant. There was no way we could keep our hands off each other. We experimented with all kinds of kinky stuff, Anna being very submissive in the bedroom. Sometimes we even fantasised about sharing our bed with others, but in the end our family commitments made sure it stayed a fantasy.
Going from a horny teenage couple to a family of seven in less than three years was a challenge. Anna and I had to grow up fast and leave much of our old lifestyle behind. Many of our twentysomething friends could not understand our situation, and we drifted apart. Despite the hardships, however, the hard work of raising a large family and losing most of our friends only served to tie me and Anna closer together. We shared everything and had so much fun, watching our beautiful girls grow up to become warm, loving, and smart young women. And as they became older, the girls also more often than not chose to stay home than go out. They had friends, sure, but there was always so much fun going on at our house, and always someone to play with.
People sometimes ask me if I regret not having a son, with such a large family. To which I just smile. It has been an absolute delight to share my life and my home with all this feminine wit and beauty, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I have taken my role as the only man of the house seriously and tried to provide a good example for my daughters of how a man should behave towards women (and men). I think I have done fairly well and the girls have grown up to be strong, smart and independent. I know I have their love and trust, and they have mine.
Which made what happened yesterday all that more complicated.
Morgan, our oldest, is turning 21 in a few weeks and still living at home. She already has a good job at an accountant firm, making decent money, and Anna and I have been gently encouraging her to find a place of her own. But the idea of leaving us and her sisters has been hard for her. Morgan is a warm, but kind of introvert person, and our family is very important to her. So she is still staying at our house, albeit in the attic studio with a separate entrance.
Last night there was a package for Morgan, which by mistake came to the front door. The guy let me sign for it and I went upstairs to give it to Morgan. We still have an indoor staircase to the studio apartment, even though it's rarely used. I ran upstairs, taking two steps at a time, as I wanted to get back to the HBO show Anna and I were watching. The show was kind of steamy and we were already getting very handsy in the sofa, with a promise of more to come. The rest of the family were out doing different things and were not expected back until late.
As I came up to the door to Morgan's apartment and raised my hand to knock, I heard strange noises coming from inside. It seemed like someone was moaning. I stopped in my tracks, initially worried that Morgan was sick or something. But a second later it became obvious that this was another kind of moaning altogether. Someone was clearly having an excellent time in my daughter's room. At first, I wasn't completely sure it was Morgan I had heard, even though it did sound like a woman. But was she alone or did she have company? To my knowledge, Morgan wasn't seeing anyone. In fact, I was pretty sure she hadn't had a serious physical relationship with anyone, boy or girl.
I know I should have just left right away. I mean, my daughter is a grown woman, and she has every right to her privacy. But I hesitated just for a moment, being a little curious about what kind of fun my daughter was having. When I couldn't hear anything else, however, I turned and started to head back downstairs to my hot wife.
"Yeah! Please, daddy!"
I froze on the steps, unable to understand what I'd heard. It was definitely Morgan's voice, not very loud, but clearly recognisable. It was thick with emotion, like I'd never heard it before. But what was she saying? Had she heard me and was calling out to me? It hadn't sounded like that at all. I was unsure what to do.
"Take me first, daddy! Make me your top girl! Fuck me!"
I froze as it became obvious what Morgan was doing. My own, slightly shy 21-year old daughter was masturbating while having a sexual fantasy about me! It was unbelievable. Morgan and I had always had a close relationship, albeit not as close as mine and Tiffany's. But there had never been any sexual overtones to the relationship. Morgan was a fairly private person, about her thoughts as well as her body. She was never very keen on idle chatter, but when she did speak, she was always worth listening to, and I valued her opinion. Her face and long, auburn hair was pretty, and very reminiscent of her mother, but she rarely wore much make up or and clotheswise she stuck to what was comfortable.
"Yeah, daddy, pound me with that fat cock!!" Morgan's voice was louder now, and the lusty tone made me think she was about to come.
