This a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. This story contains graphic incestuous relationships, which includes sexual intercourse and other taboo subjects. I am. once again exploring the descriptive aspect of sexual vocalizing. All characters are 18 years and older. Please enjoy reading in the comfort of your own home, with family and friends.
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My new wife Jade is a strikingly beautiful Japanese woman, a former Miss Japan beauty pageant winner. Jade is a well educated, intelligent woman. She spoke Japanese with her children and spoke English with a delightful accent.
Jade and I had joined a swingers club and from time to time went there and participated in the events. There we met a couple around our age with whom we had become close friends and frequently met at each other's homes.
Jade and I have an undeniable love toward each other, which among other things, is based on trust and remains unimpeachable today.
She has two children from her previous marriage to an American. Her husband had died tragically after a battle with cancer.
Her son Ken is twenty-five and has most of his father's features. He lives in another town and visits us from time to time. He has visited us twice since I married his mother just over a year ago. He practices Judo while studying medicine to become a doctor.
Her daughter Mariko is twenty years old, and received most of her mother's features, mainly her exotic eyes and cheekbones. Mariko had come home from an out of town university for the summer. She is studying for a liberal arts degree.
Mariko is a beautiful vivacious young woman, with lustrous flowing hair, and a killer body like her mother. While she was affectionate toward me, she enjoyed flirtatiously teasing me with her sexually provocative forms of dress and nudity and pushing my buttons.
In a letter from her departed father, he had asked that I take care of her as I did her mother. He went on to say that she had daddy issues.
The daddy issue I surmised was a penchant for older men. However, part of his request did disturb me. When he said to take care of Mariko as I did Jade, did he mean sexually? You see, before he died I had been involved in a torrid affair with his Jade. This was done with his implicit knowledge and facilitation, which is another story.
Mariko has a good relationship with her mother. She had always been respectful and affectionate toward her and, most times, did what she was told. Nonetheless, her mother doted on her and indulged her in many things.
Sitting at the kitchen counter, I see Mariko descend the stairs, dressed in leggings that left nothing to the imagination, and a revealing top. Like her mother, she was not skinny and neither was she plump, with a proportional bubble butt like her mother. In my opinion, there's no one hotter than an East Asian woman with curves.
"Good morning, Daddy." She said glibly as she placed an affectionate arm across my shoulders and caressed the corner of my mouth with her lips.
"I told you before, don't call me that, I am not your father, call me George," I said irritably as she moved away from me.
"But I like calling you daddy, I wish you would let me call you Daddy." She said with a pout.
"I am not your father," I snapped. "I am your mother's husband, that's all," I said as I watched her walk away with a smug sway of her hips.
"Yes, Stepdaddy." She teased with a giggle as she took a seat at the far end of the counter.
Feeling chagrined, I glared at her angrily and resumed eating my breakfast. I became angrier with myself for once again falling into her trap.
She knew I disliked her referring to me as her dad. While I had known her and her family for many years, she was an adult when I married her mother, I had no parental relationship with her or her brother so it seemed inappropriate to call me dad. I really should have ignored her.
Jade came down a few minutes later wearing an armless floral frock, which showed no cleavage and fell to just above her knees. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked as fresh as a spring day. She looked beautiful and serene. God smiled upon me when I met and eventually married her.
"Good morning," Jade said cheerfully as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mama," Mariko replied gaily.
Jade lightly kissed Mariko on the lips, then looking at her, brushed an errant lock of hair from her cheek as she affectionately caressed her face.
"Did you sleep well?" Jade asked Mariko as she examined her face.
"Yes, Mama, I did, thank you," Mariko replied brightly.
"Itoshi teru, Mariko," Jade said as her hand slid out from under her chin and smiled fondly at her.
"I love you too, Mama," Mariko said affectionately followed by a disarming sweet smile.
Jade came over to me and kissed me on my mouth, pushed her fingers through my hair, and whispered in my ear. "I was hoping you'd make love to me before getting out of bed this morning." She whispered.
"Watch out Mama, I think someone's peed in Daddy's corn flakes this morning." Mariko quipped. I
"Mariko, please don't antagonize George. The consequences could be more than you could expect," Jade warned her and gave me a knowing look.
"What will he do, spank me?" She giggled, "I might like it," she said with a smirk as she filled up her bowl with cereal and added milk.
"ChΕ«i shite kudasai, kare no nintai wa usuku kite imasu. Ima ayamaru!"Jade said sharply.
"Yes, Mama," Mariko replied penitently as she looked at me nervously.
"Sorry." Mariko said as she looked at me.
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Later that day, Mariko was lounging topless by the pool, I sat down with Jade in the living room, who was on her phone texting one of her friends.
"What did you say to Mariko?" I asked.
She looked at me. "I told her that your patience was wearing thin and to apologize," She said.
She put down her phone and looked at me.
"George, you should not let Mariko get under your skin. Doing so only gives her power over you." Jade remarked.
"I know, babe, you are right. She knows how to manipulate me, like someone else I know," I said as I glanced at her. "The apple didn't fall far from the tree."
"I thought we were over that. You ended up getting married to me which you said you had no regrets." She said sardonically. Her phone pinged.
"However, I was thinking," she began. "I was thinking that perhaps you should take command of her and have your way with her carnally."
"Excuse me?" I sputtered. "You want me to do what?" I said incredulously. Her phone pinged again. It was starting to irritate me.
"I want you to have sex with Mariko," Jade said nonchalantly as she picked up her phone and continued texting.
I looked at her in disbelief, then glanced out the window where Mariko was on her back sunning herself, topless as usual. Her breasts pert and succulent looking.
"Let me see if I understand you right. Are you saying that you want me to fuck your daughter?" I asked with deep trepidation.
"Look, I know she is sexually attracted to you, which is why she teases you so much. It's her clumsy way of trying to form a relationship with you. Also you have been very distracted by her too." She said.
"She will get over it." I muttered as I reexamined the way I saw and felt about Mariko.
Like any red-blooded Canadian, I did find her sexually attractive. Okay, maybe very attractive. I have tried to ignore the lustful thoughts and images that drifted through my mind.
"Don't you find her sexually appealing?" She asked as if reading my mind. I tried to process what she was saying.
"Yes, of course I do, but I'm not going to put those thoughts into action, it would be kinda creepy since I am her stepfather," I answered.
"As you have always pointed out, you are not her father." Jade countered.
I looked at her. "Jade, I do not want to do anything that could jeopardize our relationship."
"George, darling, I know that you love me and it's unshakable. But this is for my daughter's own good. The trouble with Mariko is that she is sexually frustrated and having you satisfy those needs is the best option. Or it will be with a string of random guys who would probably not fulfill her desires and continue a pointless quest of sleeping around in search for that elusive satisfaction, or worse, she will end up getting hurt." Jade explained.
"I don't know, Jade," I said as my mind worked furiously.
I got up and poured myself a large whiskey and returned to her and took a sip as I regarded Jade.
"This is all a bit much, Can't I just spank her? Jade. What if there are complications? What if she becomes guilt-ridden? What if she falls in love with me? What if I fail to satisfy her? What if you have regrets?" I said as I looked at her.
"George, I trust you, Mariko trusts you, so we will not have regrets. I see it as part of her education. If she falls in love with you, and that's a big if, it would not be a bad thing. I seriously doubt that she would have any feelings of guilt or remorse. And god, I know from personal experience that you will satisfy her. You can even spank her if you want." Jade said with a smug smile.
"I must admit that it does sound appealing. Okay, I will." I said while trying to ignore the unease I felt.
"Good. Now once you get all of that out of your system you can once again focus on satisfying your wife." She said as she kissed my cheek and got up to leave the room.
"Christ, what did I just agree to? Did she just manipulate me... again?" I said to myself as I watched her walk away with a satisfied sway to her hips.
With whiskey in hand, I stood at the window and looked out at Mariko who was now lying face down on the lounger. She had a splendid body, very attractive curves, and like her mother, and an achingly hot looking ass. Then I noticed that she had taken off her bikini bottoms as well. She was completely naked under the sun. God, she looked so hot that I salivated.
"I am so fucked." I said to myself as I drained my glass.
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That evening, after dinner, Mariko came bounding down the stairs on her way out for the night. She was dressed in those confounded ripped torn jeans with more openings than pants which hid nothing and a top that hung off one shoulder showed more tit than I thought acceptable. You could see part of her areola.
"Where do you think you are going, young lady?" I said aloud.
She stopped mid-stride and looked at me quizzically. "Out!" She answered petulantly and then continued down the stairs to the landing.
"Not dressed like that. I will not have any daughter of mine walking around looking like a slut." I told her sternly.
"What did you say?" She asked with an incredulous look.
"I said that I will not have any daughter of mine walking around looking like a slut," I said even more sternly.
