This is the third part of an incest story, taking place between a twenty-six-year-old daughter and her father.
As with all my stories, this takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
Thank you all for your kind words, encouragement, and more on Sharing a Bed with Daddy, and Sharing a Bed with Daddy Part Two, both of which you should read before this one for context.
This series started as an experiment. I've written some incest before, but this was my deepest dive into it. Thanks for your indulgence into one of my kink interests.
There's more to come for this story, and this installment will serve as a bridge between two longer chapters. Keep an eye out for Part Four!
Enjoy reading!
IE
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30 seconds ago:
From far away I heard a horn honk. I opened my eyes as I felt my father stir against me.
I felt his erection against my ass in the bright sunlight, but had no time to appreciate it.
"Oh shit." He said.
"What's wrong?" I asked, starting to sit up.
"That's the realtor pulling into the driveway. We way overslept." He said, rolling out of the bed.
RAP-RAP-RAP
He froze and looked at me.
"If that's the realtor pulling into the driveway," I whispered, "who the fuck just knocked on the front door?"
Now:
"I don't know!" he hissed. "Fuck!"
He seemed to be momentarily frozen. I could hardly blame him though. I had just rolled out of the bed as well and was standing there frozen myself.
We were both completely naked.
He had a pair of gym shorts on the floor that he'd gone to bed in, and presumably more clothes in his overnight bag.
I had a pair of cum drenched panties on the floor, and a t-shirt. The rest of my clothes for today were in my bag as well.
On top of that the room smelled like sex. Anyone who walked in here would know exactly what we'd been doing in here on that rollaway bed. Regardless of how dressed or undressed we were.
RAP-RAP-RAP
That broke the panic spell and spurred us to action.
He grabbed his shorts, and I threw the pillow, blanket, soiled panties and my shirt onto the bed and bundled them up in the sheet. I grabbed my backpack and slung the sheet over my shoulder and headed for the stairs.
At the top of the stairs I stepped around the corner and opened my backpack. As I pulled out my jeans and a bra I heard the kitchen door open.
"Well good morning!" my dad's voice boomed. "I didn't expect to see you here!"
I heard the door close and then a muffled response. He'd obviously met whoever it was as they came around the house and stepped out on the back porch.
I stepped into my jeans and pulled my bra on. My shoes were still in the kitchen with my rain-soaked clothes from the night before.
I opened the sheet bundle and found my t shirt. Happily it didn't look any worse for the wear, despite having been slept in for half the night before being peeled off and tossed on the floor.
As dressed as possible I slung the backpack over my shoulder and gathered up the sheet and headed downstairs to see who was here. Whoever it was, hopefully they'd assume that my innocent intention to spend the night here because of the rain had remained innocent. I certainly hadn't intended to cross the sexually taboo boundaries with my own father that I had.
At the bottom of the stairs I paused and dug a spray bottle of cheap perfume out of my back pack. I sprayed as much as I could all around the living room while opening all three windows that faced the front of the house.
I quickly detoured into the two rooms behind the living room and opened those windows too. Hopefully the cool morning breeze would help air out the sex smells.
I folded up the rollaway bed and pushed it into the kitchen. With a little luck it would look like we'd been awake for a while.
I could hear voices coming from the yard, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. There seemed to be at least one other male besides my father and a female. I heard one of them laugh and relaxed a notch.
Someone accusing my father of shoving his cock into his grown daughter while she moaned in pleasure probably wouldn't be met with laughter.
I took a deep breath and realized how badly I had to pee. Nothing like a panic induced near heart attack to keep your mind off of your bladder first thing in the morning.
I took my toothbrush, toothpaste and hairbrush out of my bag and went into the bathroom and shut the door. I peed, washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and did my best to fix my hair. After the rain and laying down with it still wet it was a mess, but nothing anyone would point and laugh at.
My father's bag was still in the downstairs bathroom, and I noticed that he'd zipped it up tight. Too late to keep me from finding his pornographic magazines, but he hadn't known that when he zipped it shut.
With a sudden thought I unzipped the bag and found some spray deodorant. I took it out to the living room and sprayed the room down, noticing that the open windows had already done a lot of the work.
I returned his deodorant to his bag, putting it back where I'd found it.
I returned to the kitchen, where I piled my father's wet clothes from last night on top of my own and stuffed them into the sheet. I collected our empty beer bottles from last night and rinsed them in the sink. I put the empty bottles back into his cooler and left the cooler by the back door.
I looked around. The only things left of ours in the house were the rollaway bed, his cooler, and his bag in the bathroom, along with a hand towel and roll of toilet paper.
I stood still, trying to make sense of what had happened last night. I wasn't really worried about myself, but I was worried about what my father might be feeling.
The fact that he and I had made love hadn't bothered me. I'd meant what I told him about it only meaning what the two of us decided it meant. We were both adults and as intimate as I believed sex to be, I hadn't ever felt the need to roll it together with romantic love or emotional connections.
Those things could enhance sex of course. But sometimes it was just nice to share orgasms and pleasure with someone I enjoyed being with, without necessarily assuming that 'love' needed to be or should be a part of the deal.
While a lot of folks might classify what my father and I had done as some sort of sick perversion, to me it was just two people who really cared for each other sharing some pleasure and fun.
It didn't mean anything more or less than what it had been. Two people who were already close, letting their bodies experience pleasure in the dark.
I picked up my bag and the bundle of wet clothes in the sheet. I opened the back door and stepped out into the sunshine.
Time to face the music.
There were three people walking towards the house. Apparently, they'd been back by the lake.
My father was one of them, wearing just his shorts and running shoes in the warm sunshine. Fortunately, he'd stayed in shape and spends lots of time outdoors without his shirt on, so he looked fairly natural wearing so little.
With him was a middle-aged man who I had never met, but I assumed had come in the car with the 'Freeforral Realty, Inc' sign on the door.
