The Daddy Swap
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Special thanks to Tex Beethoven for his editing
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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.
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A note on category selection: I've posted this at Literotica under the incest category because there is in fact incest in the story. It takes a while to get there, with plenty of other hot sex in between. Hopefully you enjoy the story to last long enough to get there if that's the main reason you're reading!
Licks and kisses,
Nikki.
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"You know, it's going to be five years next month," Max muttered to his mate Travis before taking another sip of his cold craft beer.
"Yeah, it only seems like yesterday, doesn't it?" Travis replied.
"Hard to believe that something that happened that long ago can still cut to the bone in so many little fucking ways. I mean shit, it doesn't help at all that Chloe is the spitting image of her mother. Even some of her mannerisms are so like Jenny's that it tears me apart every time I see them!"
"Mate, I hear ya. I mean even though Alissa isn't quite a carbon copy of Lucy, those eyes, man, they're just such an excruciating reminder that she's not with us anymore."
"We should go away: you, me, the girls; just fuck off somewhere tropical and drink fruity shit with umbrellas in it until we can't even think about it," Max proposed.
"You serious?" Travis asked.
"I think I am," Max replied, convincing himself as he spoke.
"We totally fucking should, dude," Travis replied.
Several beers later the two mates were huddled over the computer, booking a holiday.
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"Girls, we need to talk," Travis told the two teenagers as they sat down to eat with their dads.
"Please don't let it be about the birds and the bees again," Chloe pleaded jokingly. "That was so embarrassing. I already knew everything you were telling me and I had to hold back so you didn't know just how much I really knew!"
"No, it definitely isn't that," Alissa's father groaned, imagining the awkwardness of the exchange.
"You know the anniversary is next month," Max broke in, creating a sudden chill in the atmosphere around the table. "We all struggle with it, so Trav and I decided maybe we should do something different this year and we've booked a holiday to Jamaica. We're getting as far away from here and all those memories as we can, and we're going to spend a week in a tropical resort."
"Seriously?" Alissa asked.
"Deadly," Travis confirmed.
"I don't know whether I should be excited or not," Chloe murmured. "I mean, is it right to go away and have, well fun? It would kind of be like celebrating their deaths. That would be too weird."
"No, don't think about it like that, honey," Max said to his daughter. "Think of it as commemorating. We'll celebrate all right, but we'll be celebrating their lives, not their death; remembering the good times. We'll no doubt cry a bit, but maybe not being here so close to where it all happened will help us focus on how lucky we were to have them with us in the first place."
"I guess if you put it like that..." Chloe agreed quietly.
"I think it's a great idea!" Alissa chipped in. "It sucks having you two guys basically dead to us for a week every year, so maybe this is exactly what we all need."
"Well we've already booked it, so this was more of an oh by the way, you're spending two weeks of your Uni holidays with your dads type of announcement," Travis told the girls with a laugh.
"Suddenly not so fun," Chloe pouted, though obviously teasing.
"Besides, I'm sure we could find some hot Jamaican boys to entertain us when these old dudes nod off at the bar," Alissa suggested, adding to the needling.
"Let's hear it for well-hung Jamaican boys!" Chloe agreed.
"Whoa!" Max interjected. "Maybe some details still need to be ironed out ... Like some ground rules!"
"We're just teasing, Daddy," Chloe laughed, leaning in and hugging her father.
"Well kind of," Alissa laughed.
Travis shook his head at his daughter in mock-disgust, but he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close all the same.
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"I can't believe we only have a month!" Chloe bemoaned as she looked askance at the chicken skewers on her plate. It's like the middle of winter and I suddenly have just one month to get bikini-ready. I mean I know my curves are sexy, but a little trim couldn't hurt!" She pushed what she considered her fattening meal to the centre of the table.
"Fuck, thanks for ruining my dinner!" Alissa complained, pushing her plate away as well. "Time to hit the gym!"
"God, what have we done?" Travis asked dramatically.
"Something tells me your definition of bikini-ready is a little stricter than it should be," Max said to the girls. "I mean, there's not an ounce of fat on either of you, anywhere!"
"You say the nicest things, Uncle Max," Alissa said to him with a grin.
"He is good, isn't he?" Chloe beamed at her father. "No wonder Mum fell for your charms."
"It certainly couldn't have had anything to do with that face," Travis teased.
"Bastard," his friend retorted amiably.
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"Welcome to Jamaica!" The bus driver proclaimed as the travellers boarded the resort's shuttle bus. The girls stared out the window, absorbing their first sights of the island country as the driver turned tour-guide and began rattling off continuous facts about his home and pointing out scenic spots on their way to the resort.
The journey wasn't too long, which they were all thankful for, given the lengthy travel and multiple stops required to get there from Sydney, Australia. They were dropped at the entrance to the resort with their luggage and proceeded to the front desk to check in. Chloe and Alissa let their fathers take care of the formalities and used the time to look around a little.
"Okay girls, off to our room," Max announced, pulling their attention back to immediacies.
"Rooms, right? You do mean rooms as in plural?" Chloe asked her father.
"Well, suite actually," Max replied. "We got a really good deal on a three-bedroom suite, so we're all sharing."
"Three bedrooms?" Chloe probed. "Dare I ask how many beds there are and what the proposed sleeping arrangements are?"
"I know for a fact that you and Alissa are more than happy to share when you have to pay, so I'm sure you won't mind it on this trip. And there are four beds, so you can relax on that front."
"Looks like knickers on the door then," Alissa said to Chloe.
"Think they'll be able to deal with it?" Chloe asked her friend.
"Probably not, but they're big enough and ugly enough," Alissa laughed.
"Dare I even ask?" Travis half-asked.
"About what?" Alissa asked innocently.
"About knickers on the door," he replied.
"I'm sure you can work it out," his daughter teased in reply.
"Spell it out for me," he said mock-patiently as they arrived at the door to the suite.
"Okay, you asked for it. If there are knickers hanging on the door to one of our bedrooms, then don't come in, because someone is getting lucky. That works for you guys as well. If you pick up someone nice, just hang some underwear on your door and we'll leave you to it."
"Yeah, like we'll leave you well alone," Alissa laughed.
"Told you we should have paid for an extra room," Max laughed to his friend.
"Naah, it'll be a non-issue," Travis replied. "If one of our gals look like they're hooking up, I'll go over and introduce myself, let the boy know I'll be just outside the door listening and he'll disappear like magic!" Both dads all but collapsed in laughter at the horrified looks on their daughters' faces at the suggestion.
Max pushed the door to the suite open and they piled inside to check out the rooms. The living room had a balcony overlooking the resort's pool and the beach beyond, with similar views from two of the three bedrooms. The girls lamented the fact that theirs was the room without a view.
"Well, we're not here to spend our time inside anyway," Max consoled them.
"Easy to say when you get to wake up to a view," Chloe moaned.
"Well, if we're not supposed to stay inside, I'm getting changed and going for a daiquiri," Alissa announced.
"Now that is the right attitude," Travis beamed at his daughter.
The two girls rolled their luggage into their bedroom, happy to see that although it didn't have a view, it did have sufficient space for them to put away all their clothing and it had its own connected bathroom. There was a queen and a single bed and they agreed to work out later who slept where before digging into their luggage to pull out their bikinis.
Chloe turned around just as Alissa pulled her green bottoms up and nestled the thong between her butt cheeks.
"You're wearing a thong!" Chloe accused her in shock.
"So?" Alissa replied, turning to face her friend. Chloe was wearing a white triangle-cupped bikini top with black bottoms that tied high on each hip.
"Well I just assumed that as we're here with our Dads, thongs would be off-limits," Chloe lamented. "If I'd thought you were going to wear one, I would have brought one too!"
"Oh, you've got nothing to worry about," Alissa laughed. "Shit, with your tits and ass, I need to expose twice as much skin just to have a chance of attracting any attention at all!
"You do not," Chloe said to her friend.
"Well it's too late, 'cause this is what I'm wearing. Besides, I need at least some sun on my body, look how uneven my, tan is!" Alissa said in a manner Chloe recognised as final.
"Oh well, I can't wait to see your dad's reaction at least," her friend laughed.
