This is my first published story. I've often wondered if I could write but never raised the gumption to try. I started out thinking this would be a quick, gratuitous story but the characters evolved beyond my wildest imagination. This may get out of control. I'm keen to hear what people think.
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I have been with my wife Adele, for about four years. We were high school sweethearts but for one reason or another drifted apart before we became serious. Many years and a couple of failed marriages later, we found each other again and this time settled into a committed, loving relationship. Adele is an amazing woman, displaying talent as an artist, musician, housewife and mother. And lover. Her skill in the bedroom has certainly never left me disappointed and she seems to be perpetually horny. I only have to kiss her hard and she moans, often grabbing my hand to thrust it down into her panties, where she is already slick with lust. I have never known a woman with a wetter pussy. Definitely not complaining though!
My two daughters, Meaghan and Sophie, have grown up and flown the coop, as have Adele's two eldest, Amelie and Bethany. Her youngest, Emily, still lives at home. Adele and I plan to marry but my work commitments keep me away for much of the time and we've decided to wait until we can be together full-time before we tie the knot. I have a house but Amelie and her husband Sean are living in it. I stay at Adele's place whenever I come home.
Emily's father left when she was barely walking, and has never bothered to show much affection to her. As a result, she hasn't really had a father figure and grew up shy and uncertain of herself around boys. Aware of this, I've taken pains to show Emily plenty of affection, taking interest in her schooling, sporting and social life. As we've gotten to know each other more intimately during the past years, we've bonded as closely as any father and daughter. Emily cries when I have to go away for work and I must admit it's as big a wrench leaving her, as it is her beautiful mother. She has lately started calling me dad, or daddy if she wants something. She knows I can't resist her when she calls me daddy.
Where Adele is slim and petit, topping the scale at five feet three, Emily has grown into a vision of tall athleticism. At eighteen years she's a keen netball player and at nearly six feet, tops the team, making her the natural choice for Goal Defence or Goal Shooter. Her waist-length auburn tresses cascade down over her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous heart-shaped face. Emily's legs seem to rise from her slender ankles forever. Muscular calves and strong thighs culminate in a firm but round butt. She has alabaster skin and unlike many teens obsessed with tanning, takes care to stay out of the sun so she doesn't burn and freckle. Even as her father figure, I'm not able to overlook her sheer feminine allure. During the past year, I'd found myself wondering more than once just how those firm, high c-cups would feel in my palms...
We're a very cuddly family, prone to spontaneous hugs and kisses. Even at eighteen, Emily often comes into our bedroom of a morning and clambers in between us for a few minutes before starting the day. Adele and I sleep naked but Emily is usually wearing a nightie, pyjamas or track pants and tee shirt. She doesn't get into bed but nestles on top of the bedclothes in the valley between Adele and me.
Adele has raised her girls to be very open about sexuality and their bodies, so I'm accustomed to hearing discussions about the care and maintenance of vaginas, choosing bra sizes, shaving and waxing of pubic hair and so on. I knew Emily was on the pill because of one of these conversations in the recent past. Lately I've been keeping a keen ear tuned when the subject matter turns to Emily's body because she's just so damned sexy. Initially I'd struggled with my conscience over what I perceived as immoral thoughts regarding this gorgeous young lady, but I had finally reconciled myself to the fact that if they never left my head there would be no harm done. She was past the age of consent and I knew I would never act on them so I figured a little fantasising couldn't hurt, right? On several occasions I'd come across her worn panties while sorting through washing and had put them to my face, inhaling her aroma before running my tongue down the crotch, tasting her tangy goodness. "You sick fuck," I internalised, but again, justified it to myself as not hurting anyone.
A couple of months ago the subject of penises had come up at school; their function, anatomy and care and maintenance. Emily asked Adele one night when we were all sitting down watching a movie after dinner what they were like. She said she'd read about them in sex-ed at school but that the curriculum was very clinical and not very descriptive. Adele ran her through the basic anatomy lesson and then surprised me by saying, "Steve, show her yours." We all knew she was joking, but I nearly choked and Emily grimaced in mock disgust and cried, "Eeeew! No!" But I thought I glimpsed an undercurrent of something more, as well. Was that curiosity? My cock thumped to life as I pictured myself walking over to Emily and pulling my trousers down, waving my semi tumescent manhood in her face as she sat on the couch.
Later that night, as Adele's lips slid slowly up and down my engorged cock, my thoughts returned to that scene in my mind, and it was Emily's mouth into which I erupted, pumping my hot gouts of semen into her greedily slurping lips as I moaned in bliss. When I lay, spent, my heart pounding, Adele slid up to kiss me, tasting faintly of my orgasm. "Well that was quick," she said, lips quirking. "Anyone would think you were horny for some reason."
Several days passed, and all three of us were watching television after dinner on a Friday night. Adele was nestled into the crook of my arm and Emily was laying in her accustomed spot along the other leg of the large L-shaped couch. During an ad-break, Emily got up from the couch and with the boundless energy of the young, ran out to the kitchen to get a drink. I took no notice but Adele laughed and said, "Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Emily came back in with her drink, grinning, and replied, "How did you know?"
"When you have to grab your breasts as you run it's a dead giveaway."
Emily laughed again and came over to straddle Adele's legs, facing her mum. Sitting on Adele's knees, she started talking about her big sister, Amelie's dog. "You should have seen Gaijin today. He was wearing that new collar I got him and... Will you stop staring at my breasts?"
"They're bouncing around in front of my nose, Emily," Adele laughed. "They're impossible not to look at."
I too had been surreptitiously eying off Emily's chest as it bobbed and swayed around, inches from my face, wondering just what kind of nipples topped those fabulous chest puppies. She harrumphed and threw herself back over on to her previous spot, eyes twinkling as her gaze met mine.
"Pervert!"
I wasn't sure whether she was referring to me or her mother.
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The following morning, Emily came into our room as usual but because of the warming weather, was dressed only in a large tank top which fell loosely down to the tops of her thighs. As she wriggled into her customary position I strained for a glimpse of her breasts through its arm holes. Although I gained several gratifying views of the sloping tops, I was disappointed to miss out on her nipples. A few minutes later, as she climbed over her mother to get out, I was treated to a heavenly view of her gorgeous arse. She was wearing tiny, silky black French knickers which had ridden right up her buttocks and clung tightly to her mound, which undulated delightfully as her thighs moved back and forth. My erection roared into being started clamouring for attention. I glanced guiltily over at Adele to see if I'd been caught out, but she seemed blithely unaware of the situation and was adjusting her pillow. As the bedroom door slid closed behind Emily, I was already reaching for Adele...
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Later that morning I was sitting on the couch enjoying my second coffee for the day. Adele had gone off to see a friend for lunch and some retail therapy and wouldn't be home for several hours. Emily swept into the room and bee-lined straight over to where I was sitting. She was in tight jeans and was again wearing a loose fitting tee. Watching her cross the room from the corner of my eye, I decided that she was again sans-bra. This time it was my legs she straddled, my knees that felt the weight of that tight little arse, my face directly in front of those swaying, bobbing delights. And my penis woke, stretching languidly in the cage of my boxers.
"Steve, are you still going to take me for a driving lesson this weekend?" She batted her lashes engagingly at me. Emily was still on her L plates and needed to rack up the requisite hours in her log book prior to gaining her P plates. It was a struggle for her as Adele was a nervous driving instructor and wasn't at all keen. Emily took advantage of the times I was home to cram as much driving in as she could.
