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?"
