"Is this a private party..."
Yeah, I had only dreamt that. My two daughters had fallen asleep in bed with me, but my older daughter, Carolyn's friendly rival, Jeanie, had not walked in on us. If she had, the sex might have been great, but the rivalry and the sheer logistics of four people, three young women barely over eighteen, might have been too much. Sure, Jeanie had seduced me after teasing me for so long that I had sex with my younger daughter, Dulcie, first. And Jeanie had joined Dulcie and I for the romp which Carolyn had interrupted when she had unexpected returned from college. Which had led to sex with Caro, and finally, a threesome with both daughters. All of which had gone blessedly well. None of the awkwardness expected after incestuous adventures. Adding Jeanie to the mix would have been pushing my luck. Better left to the imagination.
Which I did. Imagine, that is. About half the time, the fantasies were fine fodder for a fistful of cock. They typically began with images of Jeanie just crawling up under the sheet from the bottom, right through the thicket of legs, and taking my resurgent cock into her hand, guiding it to her mouth, and sucking it back to rigidity. Unfortunately, the more often I played out the scene, the more often, and earlier in the scene Caro woke up and started a jealous spat - a guaranteed cock wilting image.
Carolyn had gone back to school, her ego massaged along with every inch of her luscious body. I could probably have sex with Dulcie almost any time I wanted if I asked, but she was busy with the whirlwind of school and cheerleading, so I gave her space. Or maybe that was a rationalization to mask guilt about deflowering her, when she should be finding a nice young man her own age - she needed a prom date, at least.
"No Dulcie, no Jeanie," I also irrationally rationalized. Jeanie had been like a gift from Dulcie to me, and I perhaps was more than a bit afraid to try seducing Jeanie on my own – what if she rejected me? And I dared not enlist Dulcie in a further threesome seduction, lest she end up listing to the lesbian edge of the bisexuality spectrum – at least not 'til after that prom date. In spite of my unconventional sexual escapades, I still retained a conservative streak.
So those few weeks between Caro's return to school and her next visit were a return to the celibacy I had endured for years after my wife's death. Dulcie was cheerful and friendly, but that just increased my frustration. I begged the unseen gods of lust to encourage her to re enact her "monkeys bouncing on the bed" seduction scene. All that accomplished was me taking matters into my own hands two, three, four times a day - in my bed on awaking; in the shower; quickly in the guest bathroom after Dulcie dashed closely past me in the kitchen half undressed... but no amount of self relief gave me peace.
I began coming upstairs just after I knew Dulcie had gone to her room, lingering in the hallway, ears straining to hear the sound of bedsprings, praying for that wordless invitation to the childhood ritual of telling my girls "no more monkeys bouncing on the bed". Dulcie had seduced me once that way, proving to me that she was no longer a little girl, but, rather all woman, her pert breasts responsive to my touch, aching for my tongue. Her clit swelling as we made out, and singing its own sweet song when we finally fucked.
All I heard was my daughter's soft purring as she settled into sleep, exhausted from her busy day. Sometimes, her door would be left ajar. I never had the nerve to treat this as an invitation to enter and initiate sex, but more than once, I flattened myself against the drywall in just the perfect spot to peep through the gap. Dulcie continued to wear baby doll nighties, innocent and girlish, but when she lay on her side facing the door, her elbows presses her tits together, and if the light was right, I could make out her nipples through the sheer fabric. My cock would invariably swell, and I would take it in my fist, stroking myself as I watched her sleep, each breath pushing that fabulous chest out toward me, only to have it fade back, teasing me, as if I had not already had the pleasure of licking those nipples and fondling that flesh.
"Jeanie hasn't been around," I tried one evening as Dulcie washed the dishes, just to see if Dulcie might take the hint.
It was like she had awakened my sleeping sexuality, and now I needed her to feed it. The fact she had showered while I prepared supper, and had put on that sheer baby doll nightie wasn't helping my state of equilibrium. Watching her delicate nipples through the fabric made it hard for me to concentrate on the food on my plate. As she washed up, I leaned against the counter, trying not to stare too hard at her ass, which was barely contained by lacy boy cut panties. It had been a late dinner, after she got home from cheerleading, but even so, it was odd that she had not put sweats on like she normally did.
"She's Carolyn's friend, not mine," Dulcie replied without a glance in my direction, "I think she thought that our little game was all about her, and when she saw that we were with Caro instead of her, she ran..."
Dulcie shrugged. I thought I saw a tear. Like any good father, I took my baby in my arms. Most Dads might not get a raging hard on as they comfort their daughter, though. Dulcie felt it, responding by grinding her groin against mine, pressing rock hard nipples against my ribs. I kissed the top of her head, just as I had when she was a little girl.
"I love you, Daddy," Dulcie whispered. Her arms reached around me, caressing my back. I slid my hands along her spine in response, but kept going, settling my fingers gently on her ass, pressing that flesh lightly.
"You've been such a good little monkey, not bouncing on your bed," I replied, testing the waters.
"Oh, Daddy, I've just been so tired," she sighed, but then she giggled, which made her nipples dance along my ribcage. "Were you afraid I was keeping Jeanie to myself?"
I forced a chuckle, squeezing her ass just a bit more firmly.
"You and Jeanie are free to do whatever you want." I forced the words out, even though I almost cried just thinking them. I grinned again though as Dulcie's butt pushed back slightly against my hands, with just a hint of a wiggle.
"So are you and Jeanie..." my daughter replied.
A chuckle instinctively rose from my chest. "I'm hardly about to invite her over... what would I say: 'hi, Jeanie, how about a booty call?'"
"No, silly, you just remind her she's welcome to use our pool any time. That should remind her of our afternoon together, and hopefully she'll bring her skimpiest bikini - or none at all."
"Except it's a bit cold for sunbathing this fall."
Dulcie pouted like my little girl. "You're right, I guess. But, hey, Caro's home this weekend coming up. She could invite Jeanie over. I'd do it, but I'm going with the cheerleaders on the football road trip."
