Author's Note:
This is the fourth part of an ongoing story with multiple chapters, and it picks up without a recap from the previous parts. Although you can probably jump in and still enjoy the narrative, I recommend you start at the beginning with Part 1 to get the full background and context going forward. Either way, I hope you take some time and enjoy the journey.
If you're just joining us, this is a story involving parent/offspring incest, but one that takes a circuitous, sexy, non-traditional path. This Part introduces Sophia's sexy older sister, and features incestuous fantasies and familial voyeuristic experiences—including at least one many of you've been waiting for.
This a work of fiction; any resemblance to any person or event, past or present, is unintentional and coincidental. Everyone involved is over 18 years old.
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Our daughter Marie—Sophia's older sister—came home from university the following Thursday morning for a four-day weekend. Marie squealed with delight and hugged her Mom, sister, and me, her eyes sparkling. She was excited to share news about her new boyfriend, Cliff. They had been together for about three months and were getting pretty serious. They had already discussed the possibility of moving in together.
I sighed, as a father does when coming to terms with seeing his baby girl all grown up.
Before her visit, Angeline and I agreed it was best Marie didn't know about our taboo sexual activities—at least not yet. If ever. Angeline and I gently suggested to Sophia that it would be best to keep things close to the vest while her sister was here, and Sophia agreed. We had been concerned Sophia might be as candid with her sister as she had been with me.
As far as I knew, Marie did not suspect anything about our sexual exploits or changes in our family dynamics. It helped that she was focused on her love life, likely missing subtle hints that her sister and Mother were more than just a close parent and child. For Marie the visit was ordinary and unremarkable—devoid of unexpected sexual revelations. All systems normal, business as usual.
I, on the other hand, couldn't help viewing my oldest daughter in a different light. This was, of course, primarily because of my changing relationship with her 19-year-old sister, Sophia. Recent events had made me acutely aware of Sophia's raging sexuality and femininity. Marie, who was three years older, looked remarkably similar to her sister and was equally alluring.
It wasn't that I didn't know my daughter was beautiful before. But as with her sister, I noticed, but never sexually. Not even when seeing Marie in scant clothing, topless or sometimes nothing. As a family, we fostered an open and natural environment, and like her sister, Marie grew up relaxed with casual nudity, such as changing, swimming, or sunbathing. For the past few years, Marie typically went topless at our pool, to the point I wasn't consciously aware of her increasing femininity.
However, living away from home for several years can alter one's perspective, so I didn't know what to expect from Marie. I was pleased that, at least regarding pool use, nothing had changed. The change was my perspective, because for the first time, I started objectively seeing Marie as the sexy, very adult woman she was.
Seeing Marie so happy when she arrived for her visit was delightful. After hugs, kisses, and proclamations of being missed and how great it was for Marie to be home, we ate a mid-morning brunch together, learned all about Marie's new love, and caught up in general. Following our meal, Marie stood and announced that our swimming pool was beckoning her.
"What a glorious day," Marie said. "I miss our beautiful pool so much; I can't wait to get out of this heat." She sidled over to the back door, grinned at the three of us, then yelled, "Last one in the water is a rotten egg." She turned and dashed out the door into the backyard towards the pool, pulling off her t-shirt as she ran. The clear expanse of her back's flawless skin revealed she was unencumbered by a bra.
Laughing, the three of us stood, exchanged glances, and shrugged. "Looks like it's swim time," Angeline said. We kept towels and swimsuits in the small pool house; we grabbed some water bottles, slipped on sandals, and followed our impetuous oldest daughter.
We got to the pool to see Marie climbing out of the water. She was topless, wearing only a string thong bikini bottom that she must have had on under her shorts. I stopped and drank in the sight of her dripping wet in the sunlight.
Water rivulets glistened in the sun as they streamed down Marie's light, tawny skin, along and off her shoulders, bare breasts, arms, flat belly, and toned thighs. Several droplets trickled off the tips of her pink nipples, which proudly stood erect in the fresh air atop her firm mounds. Her lustrous dark hair shimmered and reflected the bright daylight. The wet, tiny triangle of her bikini clung to her skin, doing nothing to obscure the outline of her vulva.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked at her in a most un-fatherly way.
Angeline, Sophia, and I grabbed our suits from the pool house. We quickly peeled off our tops and shorts, being momentarily naked before slipping into our suits. Angeline and Sophia joined Marie topless in tiny thong bikini bottoms that barely covered their pussies and left little to the imagination. I wore my standard swimming trunks.
Sophia and Marie were sexy younger versions of their gorgeous Mother. Marie's figure was a shade more athletic and toned, and her boobs were slightly bigger than Sophia's—but smaller than her Mom's. All three women had perky, generous, handful-sized breasts. Angeline's darker nipples were a medium brown tinged with pink, Sophia's were a dark pink with a hint of brown, and Marie's half-dollar-sized nipples were the pinkest of the three.
Inappropriate thoughts flashed through my mind.
All so suckable and tempting.
Marie loved to dive; somehow, the rest of us never got much into it, so we often lounged about while Marie went through endless repetitions. She would launch off the diving board into the pool's deep end, swim across to the other side, climb out on the shallow-end steps, and then return to the deep end to dive again.
I watched my daughter with fascination, appreciating Marie's rippling muscles and the gentle wobble of her naked breasts as she moved. I gained a new perspective and appreciation for her as a mature, attractive woman, not just as my daughter.
As if she sensed my scrutiny, Marie turned and met my eyes, and we both smiled. Marie was, in a word, hot. I wasn't supposed to think that—she was my daughter and had a boyfriend—but I did. On some level, I envied the man she was with.
That guy Cliff is a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
I swam, rested, stood, and admired the three delightful, nearly nude women. They all had tan, olive-skinned complexions with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. Their bodies were toned with flat bellies and soft, curving breasts, waists, and hips. I occasionally felt stirrings in my groin that quickly calmed as I moved and kept busy. I was perpetually amazed that such beauties were my own family.
Marie had the same thick, luminous, wavy hair as her Mom and sister but with a hint of auburn, making it slightly lighter than the nearly black color of the other women's. I periodically paused for a few minutes and watched my two alluring daughters and my stunning wife—wet skin shimmering in the sunlight, bare breasts quivering as they moved, and smooth, soft skin stretching over round, toned asses exposed but for a tiny bit of fabric or string between their cheeks. My balls contracted, and a warm feeling churned in my loins. I was thankful that I was wearing a swimsuit.
I shook the erotica from my mind and focused on enjoying being with my wife and daughters, as my family, not as sexy women. After my initial scrutiny and assessments of my captivating companions, I managed to banish impure thoughts and observations for the most part and enjoy a fun, ordinary day at the pool. We periodically assisted each other with sunscreen; I was careful to avoid inappropriate touching or anything sexually suggestive.
Spending time together as a family was wonderful—bonding, joking, and connecting without sexual overtones. For the most part, bare breasts went back to being just another part of the body: lovely but not unusual or tantalizing in their exposure, as they had always been with us in the past. All of us relaxed, had fun, and enjoyed the gorgeous day.
The four of us swam, chatted, and lounged until early afternoon. Hunger eventually rumbled, and we decided it was time for a late lunch. We stripped off our damp suits and rinsed them and our bodies in the outdoor shower to remove the pool's chlorine.
I mentally reminded myself we were merely continuing our usual family activities, as we had been all day. At least I tried. My mind admonished myself for lewdly staring at the attractive, naked women and for thinking that our nudity was anything but incidental and unremarkable.
My primal instincts didn't obey my mind, however, because I savored seeing all three women wearing nothing, if only for a few minutes. When they closed their eyes facing the shower or their faces were covered by a towel, I was particularly able to scrutinize them without being caught leering. So I looked. Closely.
Marie's delicate, closely trimmed pubic hair formed a silky triangle on her mons, with soft, downy wisps of hair framing her lips—nearly the identical look of her younger sister Sophia. Our daughters' matching grooming stood in contrast to Angeline's, whose labia were bare below a small patch of trimmed pubes.
All three women's clits partially hid under little hoods like shy animals peeking out of their burrows. Below, delicate inner lips visibly extended slightly beyond their puffy outer pillows, forming irregular wavy lines of flesh that at once advertised and hid their intimate feminine treasures.
Damn, they're all so sexy—delicious looking.
As we toweled off, I dried slowly, watching the now fully nude women chatting and casually standing with lifted arms as they used towels to squeeze water from their thick hair. Naked, we walked over and hung our suits and towels on a line to dry.
My body instinctively began to react despite my mental attempts to prevent the clear and growing evidence of my arousal. I moved quickly to pull on my shorts to cover my expanding cock. I glanced furtively at my family, suddenly bashful as I grew fully erect—something unheard of for me in such non-sexual situations.
