Well, after that Anna went back to her own bedroom for good and it wasn't too much later that Missy came into our lives. She must have really been hot stuff. When it comes to decision-making, my Dad is the slow, methodical type, weighing up pros and cons, never allowing himself to be pressured into action, rarely impetuous. But within six weeks of their first date, Missy had a rock on her finger and off they went for a three-week honeymoon at a private island in the Seychelles.
Afterwards, Missy somehow became part of our lives, almost like a permanent houseguest. It was soon apparent that dad and she had little or nothing in common and our evening meals were often accompanied by that uncomfortable, brittle silence that descends when no one speaks for fear of saying something wrong.
I know that Dad must have been remembering the easy laughter and comfort that mom always brought to our evenings together and Missy, cool as ice water, surely knew she could never compete with those memories. But to her credit, she never tried to play mom and she never tried to be friends with Anna and me. She was just a person who did her best to be amiable when we were around.
One afternoon when Anna was home alone and bored, she sneaked over to Dad's room. After he brought Missy back from their honeymoon he told both of us in no uncertain terms that their quarters were off limits to us, that Missy needed and deserved her private space and that we must respect that. I could have cared less, but Anna is a bit more feline in character and the whiff of forbidden fruit aroused her curiosity.
So Anna went snooping, under the pretense of looking through Missy's clothes closet. Fashion was one thing the two had in common. It was when Anna was shuffling through a lingerie drawer that she found it; a DVD labeled, "Seychelles Memories." Heart pounding, Anna slipped into the player and up on the flat screen appeared a large, airy rooms, with soft white curtains fluttering in a breeze, revealing lush palms and a white sand beach that gave way to the azure blue Indian ocean. The room seemed to be open on all sides and the bed in the center was enormous. On it lay my father, naked except for a small towel covering his midsection.
A young woman entered, dressed in a brightly colored Sari. She was an Indian beauty with a long, almond shaped face and dark, baby smooth skin. Her fingers were exceptionally long and lithe, capped by perfectly manicured fingernails. At first her ministrations to my Father took the form of a relaxing massage. There was no talking and the only sounds were of gentle wind and surf. By and by she took what looked like a small golden teapot and began to pour warm oil onto his chest and suddenly was playing with his nipples, tweaking and kneading them. The effect was immediate. Anna saw the towel on daddy's stomach begin to tent upward as his erection grew.
"Sahib," said the woman, breaking the silence. "I am here to bring your innermost fantasies to life. I am here to serve and please you in whatever way I can. Is that not what daughters are for?"
And with that my Dad groaned a sigh as she stopped down and nibbled on his tits, her silken hair covering his chest and stomach. And then she stood, reached behind her shoulder and undid her sari, letting it fall around and around her until it dropped in a silken puddle on the floor at her feet. She looked quite young, although her firm, large breasts appeared fully developed, as did her rounded, sloping butt cheeks. She began to move in front of him, undulating, almost dancing.
"Father, are you pleased by what you see?" she asked. "I've always wanted to fuck you father, to feel your cock slide slowly into me. To hear your cries as you come inside me, to feel your tongue on my tits. Tell me you want it too."
"Oh God yes, I want it," he gasped. And with that, she slipped the towel from him and like a catapult his cock flipped up onto his belly where she showered it with warm oil.
"I've wanted to feel this for so long, Sahib," she said as she began rubbing his dick slowly up and down. The oil slid downwards, coating his balls and leaking down into the crack of his ass. She began to masturbate him, rubbing his nuts as he lay there passively. She brought his cock upward, away from his belly and as one hand stroked, the other wrapped around its oily head, twisting back and forth as if trying to open a doorknob.
"I can already feel the cum surging up into your penis," she said. "You want to cum for your daughter, don't you?"
He could only nod helplessly. Now she poured copious amounts of oil on his hands and brought them to her breasts as she sat down on his chest. She held onto his wrists, allowing his hands to maul her lovely tits until her dark skin glistened and her nipples stood out.
"This is how I always imagined it," she whispered. "I knew you would be the perfect lover. My only lover, Father."
And with that she slipped backwards, allowing his cock to massage the slit of her wet, hairless cunt. As he pressed and kneaded and tweaked her breasts, she began humping his cock, sliding her slit along its length, allowing its head to make long, luxurious contact with her protruding clit.
"Ohhh," she cried. "I wanted so to give you pleasure, but it is I who am overwhelmed."
And with that she pressed her hands down on his chest, supporting herself as she bucked up and down on his rampant, oily cock. "You're going to make me cum, father, do you want me to cum? May I?"
"Yes, do it, cum for me!" he answered.
And with that, the young Indian beauty, laid her head on his chest, and rocked her clitoris up and down Daddy's steely cock until she shuddered to a standstill, shrieking out in some kind of Hindu cry that could only be understood as pure release.
Her body quivered for minutes and when she arose, she spread her legs and out of her cunt popped two shining steel balls, coated with her cum. One after the other she inserted them into Father's mouth and he rolled them in his mouth as if to clean them.
"I'm such a naughty girl, Father. Please give me what I need." And with that she straddled him, grabbed his cock and inserted the head into her steaming hole. She pushed back and the flesh of his penis disappeared slowly but surely inside her body. And as it was buried up to the balls, she leaned forward and kissed him for the first time, slurping his tongue into her willing mouth, pushing his oiled fingers back onto her breasts.
"Who am I today, Linda or Anna?" she asked as she began thrusting her ass back and forth, revealing and then concealing his cock. "You fucked Linda so hard and so good yesterday, perhaps you want to try Anna today."
"Oh yes, oh Anna, my beauty," he cried. "I'm fucking my daughter."
And with that he threw away his passiveness, grabbed the Indian girl and twisted her onto her back, throwing himself on top of her and ramming his cock to the hilt, driving deeply into her, speeding his thrusts.
"Cum on my belly, daddy, I want to see how much you love me!"
Dad was rocking furiously now, slamming into her, causing her to heave and moan as her tits moved back and forth like jello. She threw her legs over his shoulder and thrust upwards, shrieking in joy as another orgasm enveloped her.
"Anna, I'm fucking you, you're making me cum, you're so fucking hot."
