This all happened on a Friday. On Saturday morning everyone contributed to a lavish breakfast to celebrate Wallace's reunion with Vera. The two of them sat like blushing newlyweds as they were fêted by the others. Vera had forgiven Damon for being so bold in bringing them together, admiring his shrewdness in detecting how much she had missed her ex. They spent the rest of the day getting to know each other all over again. But after dinner, Nan came up to her mother with a delicate inquiry.
"Um, Mom," she said hesitantly, "are you willing to—you know, share?"
"I don't know what you mean," Vera said in an utterly faux-naïf way.
"Oh, Mom, you know exactly what I mean," Nan said with a scowl. "I think you should let Daddy be with Iris tonight." Nan glanced over at the older woman, sitting on the couch; and even though she couldn't hear the exact words Nan had said, Iris had a sense of them—and turned crimson at once.
"Why tonight?" Vera said.
"Why not tonight?" Nan answered.
"Well, you know, maybe your daddy isn't quite up to any further . . ." She trailed off.
"I guess we should let him decide that."
"Oh, all right!" Vera burst out. "I guess it's going to happen anyway."
Nan explained the situation to both Wallace and his future bedmate—and that's how it was.
On Sunday, Vera and Wallace continued to spend a lot of time together, both of them striving valiantly not to say anything regarding the previous night's activities. But of course, as Sunday night approached, Sylvia came forth expressing her desire to cuddle up with the big new man in their midst.
On Monday, Wallace of course had to go to work, as did Vera (everyone else was off for summer vacation, although the young men had baseball practice later in the day). It was, however, expected that Wallace would return to the house that evening and spend the night there. But after dinner, as Nan blandly assumed that it was now her turn to be with her father that night, Vera came up to her.
"Nan, dear, you really don't want to . . ." she said with a worried look on her face.
"Don't want to what?" Nan said, being deliberately obtuse.
"You know!"
Vera said in a frantic whisper. "Be with your father tonight."
"Why on earth not?" Nan said as if offended. Taking in her mother's appalled expression: "Oh, Mom, I'm not going to
do
anything with him. We'll just cuddle and then go to sleep."
Vera stared long and hard at her daughter. Then she shrugged her shoulders.
"All right, whatever," she said, turning on her heel and leaving the room.
It seemed that she wasn't the only one who was unnerved at the prospect of father and daughter sharing a bed. As Nan drifted into one of the guest bedrooms, where Wallace had decided to remain for the night, he gaped at her. It wasn't merely that she was wearing a baby-doll nightgown that came only to the middle of her thighs; it was her mere presence in the room that disturbed him.
"Um, dear," he said haltingly, "do you think this is wise?"
"Oh, Daddy, what's the big deal? It's our turn to be together."
"But—but—" he stammered. He couldn't quite get out what he was thinking (
Good God, you're my daughter!
), instead saying, "I'm only in my underwear."
"Yeah, so what? All the guys here sleep in their underwear."
That thought itself jarred him, making him recall that Nan—just like Vera and Iris and Sylvia—shared both Damon's and Brad's favors in turn. Gaping at his daughter, he said:
"Maybe you shouldn't be wearing that."
"This?" she said, looking down at herself. "What about it? It's still hot in this house." She kept to herself the thought that coursed through her mind:
Maybe it won't stay on for very long.
In truth, at the outset she had no real thought of actual intimacy with her own father. As she flung herself into bed, landing almost on top of Wallace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said chidingly:
"You've been a bad daddy! What's the idea of being so silent these past two years or more? You don't write to me, you don't answer my calls or texts. What gives?"
"Oh, darling," he said miserably, "I'm so sorry about that! I—I guess I felt a little embarrassed when I left your mom. I thought you might be mad at me."
"Daddy," she said severely, "I told you before: no matter what you feel about Mom, I'm still your daughter—I'll always
be
your daughter. You could have stayed in touch."
"I know, dear. I'm really sorry."
"Well," she said, snuggling closer to him, "that's all over now. You're back with us."
He was not entirely sure who exactly was meant by that ambiguous pronoun. But he didn't have time to think about it, for his daughter, letting out a giggle, went on:
"So . . . how did you like Iris and Sylvia?"
He flushed and had trouble speaking. "They—they were very nice."
"Nice?"
she cried. "Is that all you have to say?"
"What do you want me to say?" he exclaimed desperately.
That they were fabulous in bed? That they made me perform as I never have in my whole life? That they are so different from, yet so similar to, your mother? That I am half in love with them already—and yet, they make me love Vera even more?
"So what did you do with them?" she asked impishly.
"I'm not telling you. It's private."
"Oh, come on—you gotta give me something." In fact, Nan had interrogated Sylvia on this very point, but all she had said was, "Man, your dad is quite a tiger."
"Nan, I won't—"
But she interrupted him with a long, sloppy kiss on the mouth.
"Nan, Jesus!" he cried once his daughter had released her lips from his. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, Daddy, it's harmless," she replied blandly. Then, continuing to wriggle on his body, she said in a tone of scientific inquiry: "Hmm, something seems to be happening down there."
"Nan, don't you dare—" he began.
But it was too late. She had already begun to slide down his frame and, peeling back the sheet and blanket, exposed the bulge that was distorting his underwear.
"What do we have here?" she said whimsically.
Then she pulled the underwear down to his knees.
The erection that popped up from his abdomen almost hit her in the face, causing her to laugh delightedly. As she gazed at it, her face registered her sense of the impressiveness of the sight.
"Wow, that's some hard-on! I think it may be bigger than Damon's."
"Darling," Wallace cried desperately, "you really mustn't—"
"Oh, Daddy, calm down," she said. "It's no big deal."
Wallace wasn't at all in agreement, but there was nothing he could do. He watched helplessly as Nan pulled his underwear entirely off of him, then, straddling his legs in a squatting position, peeled off her nightgown and tossed it away.
As Wallace saw his daughter naked for the first time since she was a little girl, a gasp escaped him.
"Omigod, Nan," he whispered. "You're so beautiful."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said quietly. "Not much in the boob department, but I guess I'm okay otherwise."
Wallace wasn't about to complain about any deficiencies in her breasts. As he continued to gaze fixedly at her, she took his cock boldly in her hand and began rubbing it against her own groin, brushing it against the fine fur of her delta.
He finally found his voice. "Dear, we really shouldn't . . . this is so naughty . . ."
But Nan wasn't paying the slightest attention. Raising herself up slightly, she slipped his cock deep into her sex.
Both of them now let out a huge gasp at the novel sensation, and Wallace watched in disbelief as his organ disappeared down to the root into his daughter's pussy. For a time they seemed frozen in place, as if they were some kind of lewd
tableau vivant.
Then, with almost excruciating slowness, Nan began bouncing up and down on her father's cock, coating it with her own wetness while staring right into his face and placing her hands gently on his heaving chest.
After a moment's hesitation, Wallace slowly reached up to seize those small but lovely breasts, almost weeping at their soft and delicate feel. After a time he slid his hands down her body and then around to her bottom, whose luscious contours he couldn't help comparing to her mother's. But there was no way to choose between the two, and all he could do was to enjoy their texture while his daughter continued to ride him.
But as they continued in their extraordinary intimacy, Wallace began to worry about the culmination of their union. Nan didn't seem concerned in the slightest, as she rode him harder and faster and with a kind of wild, maenad air, tossing her head this way and that and causing her hair to flutter wildly around her face. He didn't think he could hold out much longer, and he was about to give some sort of expression to the thought flitting through his mind—but it was too late.
In spite of his numerous emissions over the past three nights, this newest and most incredible copulation inspired him to shoot an enormous quantity of his seed far into his daughter's vagina. Both let out hoarse cries as they came nearly simultaneously, and Nan kept his cock firmly embedded in her until the final drops of his discharge had been deposited in her.
