SMOOTHING THE WAY
For those who like my gentler, more romantic stories -- this is probably not for you. This is a slightly unlikely taboo story that popped into my head and wouldn't go away until I wrote it down.
All characters are 18 or over.
As Heather had suggested, I got myself as comfortable as I could near the middle of our bed, arranging the pillows and sheets until they were just right. I might have to stay in the same position for a long time. I lay on my back, looked up at the ceiling, then glanced over at the clock. Nearly 10pm. Nearly time. I could hear them talking downstairs. I thought it very unlikely that she'd persuade her. But she was a remarkable woman, and she'd seemed very confident.
I closed my eyes and waited. Just in case.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't quite make out -- was it one person or two? Then some quiet talking and giggling. Definitely two people.
She'd done it. The first bit, anyway.
The door opened and they came in. As instructed, I feigned sleep. Heavy, easy, rhythmic breaths.
"Told you," Heather said. "Your father sleeps like the dead after one of those pills. And I gave him two. He's been working so hard."
"Poor Daddy. Maybe we should just let him sleep."
"No! We're going to do this."
"You're going to do it. I'm just going to watch. And only for a second or two. I can't stay while you... it's just wrong!"
There was a giggle in her voice though. I guessed Heather had let Allie have a glass or two of wine. Probably a good idea.
"Nonsense," Heather said briskly. "You're going to stay and help. I'll need a second pair of hands. Now, be a good girl and pull the sheets back."
There was a moment of hesitation, then I felt the light cotton sheets being peeled away from my body. I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
"And his shorts."
"No! I am not... not touching down there!"
Heather sighed. "Fine. I'll do it."
"I shouldn't even be looking."
"Nobody will ever know, Allie. I promise. It'll be our secret. You said yourself you were curious."
"I shouldn't have said anything!"
"Well, you're here now. You'll never get a better chance. Here we go."
I felt Heather's hands tugging at my underwear. The shorts slipped down over my legs and a few seconds later I heard them landing on the floor.
"Take your hands away from your face! For heaven's sake!"
"I'm not looking! I can't!"
"Yes, you can. It's just a male body. Pretend... pretend you're a nurse in a hospital."
Neither of them spoke for a few moments. I wanted to peek but didn't dare.
"He's definitely asleep?"
"Of course! Don't worry so much. Now come closer and take a good look."
"God... you're such a bad influence!"
"I'm just helping my stepdaughter to be more... open-minded about things."
I heard somebody move closer. Allie, presumably. I could hear her breathing was slightly uneven.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
Allie made a noise that could have meant anything.
"Want to see me touch it?"
A hesitation, then: "Yes... sure..."
I felt Heather's hand lightly lift up my penis, her fingers encircling me. With her other hand she grazed my scrotum with the tips of her fingers.
"Oh my god! Oh my... He's... getting hard!"
"Of course he is. Men get hard even when they're asleep, if the right stimulation is there. Why do you think they all wake up with erections?"
"You should... stop doing that!"
"Why? It'll be much easier to do if he's nice and hard. Want to have a touch?"
"No! I'm not touching... I'm not touching my dad's..."
"Cock? You can say it, Allie. Your dad's cock."
"This is really wrong." But her voice didn't carry much conviction, I thought.
"Nonsense. You think you're the only girl who's had fantasies about her father? I promise you, it's waaay more common than you'd believe. I told you all about what my daddy and I got up to."
"Yes... but... that's different, somehow."
"How is it different? It turned you on, didn't it, when I told you all about what we did? I know you were turned on. I bet you went back to your bedroom and lay in your bed and put your hand between your legs or got your toy and you had a lovely..."
"Sssh! How can you...?" Allie took a few breaths and gathered herself together. "Yes, OK, it did turn me on. I admit it! It was just so... taboo. I never knew people really... did things like that in real life. I thought it was just... in stories."
"But isn't it even more exciting to know that people are doing those things in real life?"
More breathing. I felt their eyes on me.
Allie said slowly: "You really did do all that? With your dad?"
"I wouldn't lie to you. Do you want me to tell you about it again, Allie? There's a few other things I haven't told you yet. I didn't think you were ready for them."
"Other things... God -- like what?"
"Well... I'm not sure I should tell you. Since you're being all bashful."
Heather was good at this, I thought. She was leading Allie on just perfectly.
"I'm NOT bashful... I just don't want to cross a line that can never be.... Uncrossed. Or gone back over. Or whatever it is."
I knew exactly how she felt. Part of me felt the same way. But not enough to make me want to stop it from happening. If it was going to.
Heather didn't answer. She just kept gently stroking my cock and balls. I was very hard now.
"Please tell me about what else you did." Allie's voice was very quiet.
"You really want to know?"
"You know I do."
I felt Heather's hand surrender its grasp of me.
"OK... I'll tell you... but only if you come and touch your father's cock. Just for a few seconds."
"Heather!"
"What? It's just a piece of flesh. Put your fingers on it, I'll count to five, and then I'll tell you all about..." - she lowered her voice to a theatrical whisper - "...how I had a threesome with my daddy."
"No way! A threes... who was the third?"
Heather said nothing. I imagined she was just staring at Allie, gesturing at my groin. Quid pro quo, her eyes would be saying.
Another long pause. Then I felt Heather move away, and my daughter was standing beside me. More than anything I wanted to open my eyes and look up at her, and tell her everything was fine, she shouldn't worry, that only the night before Heather and I had lain in bed together, talking about this very moment. And about how much we both loved her.
I was lucky. Some daughters never take to their stepmothers. But Heather and Allie had hit it off from the start. They had a similar sense of humour, a similar taste in clothes, and I like to think Allie could see that Heather was good for me. They had become more like sisters. It helped that Heather was actually closer in age to Allie than she was to me.
I felt the lightest touch of a fingertip on my chest. The finger paused, then drew a slow, small circle. I just suppressed a small moan of pleasure. There was something so sensual in the way she touched me.
The finger hesitated, then began to move slowly downwards. Onto my stomach, where it idly toyed with a few of my dark curls. Then lower still, to just above where my hard cock lay, jutting up at a slight angle away from my body.
I heard her swallow nervously. The finger left my body. There were a few seconds of agonising suspense, and then I felt it land again, even more gently this time, midway down the shaft of my cock.
"Good girl," whispered Heather, almost to herself. "It's so lovely, isn't it, Allie?"
Allie's finger moved hesitantly down my shaft, towards the base. Then, just before she reached my balls it reversed direction, sliding deliciously upwards. It grazed the tip of my cock for a brief moment. Then it was gone.
"Now tell me," whispered Allie. "Who was the third?"
I could hear the smile in Heather's voice. "The third? Oh yes... that was my friend Georgia. We never had any secrets from each other. I told her all about me and Daddy as soon as it started. She was so fascinated by it -- just like you. She wanted to know every detail. Pass me the shave gel, sweetie."
I heard Allie move across the room and then return. There was the hiss of an aerosol. The sound of the gel being worked up into a lather. And then the cool shock as Heather began to smear it carefully over my groin.
"Going to help me rub it in?"
"No! No... I touched it, like you asked. I'm not doing any more... than that."
"All right, darling. I won't push you to do anything else."
God, she was a devious one, my wife.
Allie spoke next. She was desperate to know more. I was quite keen to hear this story myself, though I'd heard it before. It always turned me on. Not that getting turned on was a problem I had to immediately worry about.
"So... you and Georgia... how it did, you know... happen?"
"Well... Georgia and I used to play together quite a lot. Girls often do, as I'm sure you know. And I knew how aroused she was, thinking about Daddy and me. So the next time I went down on her, and I'd got her close, I asked her if she wished it was my daddy's tongue on her clit instead of mine."
"Jesus!"
Amen to that, I thought. My cock was even harder now, a combination of hearing Heather's story and the fact that she was now gently rubbing the gel all around my pubic region.
"Mmm." Heather mimicked herself in a younger, almost babylike voice. "Do you wish this was my Daddy's tongue on your clit, Georgia? Would you suck my Daddy's cock for me later? Would you lick his cum out of me, Georgia... mmm, yes, she came so hard, Allie! I thought she might be having a heart attack."
"Fuck." My daughter's voice was almost inaudible. She sounded dazed.
"So, I asked her: Should I ask Daddy if it was OK for her to join us? If she promised never to tell, of course, though I knew she wouldn't. I said there was only one condition... she had to call him 'Daddy' too."
"And Daddy said yes..." Still so faint. A murmur.
Heather laughed softly. "Of course he did! He'd always fancied Georgia, I'd known that for years. The idea of having the two of us in bed... what hot-blooded man was going to turn down an opportunity like that?"
Heather's hand was sliding up and down my cock now, coating it in gel. But I think her mind was far away. I think in her mind she was stroking her father's cock again, as she'd done so many times.
I thought that from now on the tangy, sharp smell of that shaving gel would always be an aphrodisiac for me.
"So... did you do... girl-girl stuff in front of him?"
"Oh yes. That was the first thing he wanted us to do. We were on the bed and he sat in a chair and watched us for the first twenty minutes or so. We really put on a show for him. Showed off big time. I don't think men really like the idea of seeing their baby girls with other men or boys... but they don't seem to mind watching them with another female, that's for sure."
"You think so?" Allie sounded sceptical. But also, perhaps, a little curious.
