"You first," Kevin said. "Then if you beg hard enough maybe I'll tell you about me and Mom."
Eighteen year old Kyra Robertson lay on top of her twin brother in a Bahamas resort bedroom. She was dressed, having just returned from an evening out with her Dad. Kevin was in his boxers, having just spent an evening with his Mom culminating in fabulous sex on the couch of his parents' attached suite.
"Well, OK," Kyra conceded. She rolled onto her side facing her brother. She noticed him glancing down at the ample breasts nearly tumbling out of her low-cut sundress. They were frequent lovers, so Kyra did nothing to conceal her exposed tits.
"It was soooo cool," she began. "I didn't start out with the intent of doing anything with him, but the more I kept thinking about you and Mom..."
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Kyra had arranged to spend a long evening with her father in order to give her brother and mother an opportunity to be together. She suspected, rightfully, that Kevin was sexually attracted to their Mom, a gorgeous woman in her late thirties. So she went on a 'date' with her Dad to leave them alone.
Kyra's first hint of anything unusual about her date with Dan, her father, was during dinner. She was used to men admiring her young body, flowing blonde hair and stunning eyes. But her Dad? His eyes were constantly moving down to her chest as they ate, devouring the abundant cleavage revealed by her dress.
Kyra also noticed the attention she received from him when the family was on the beach the past couple days. She wore a stylishly small bikini that hid little. And Dan did little to hide his attraction to his daughter's body.
Nothing had been said. Until now.
"Your tan is really starting to show," Dan said to Kyra. "By the end of the week you'll look like you live down here."
"I BETTER be getting tan," Kyra said. "I'm out all day."
"And that suit of yours doesn't cover much," her father said with a hint of mockery.
"Then quit looking at me in my bikini," she said, putting a forkful of salad in her mouth. Kyra playfully pulled the empty fork out, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around it the entire time. Then she slowly licked her lips from one side to the other, top and bottom.
"Stop it," Dan said.
"What?"
"You know what. You're such a flirt."
The rest of the meal was uneventful, but the connection between father and daughter had been made and their thoughts would not stray far from each other the entire evening. Kyra would decide whether they took it to the next level and her mind had already been made up.
Leaving the restaurant, Kyra held her father's arm like she would a close boyfriend. They were rarely not in contact with each other in some way as they walked from shop to shop on the way to the show. They had time to kill and money to spend, so Kyra didn't let very many shops pass by without entering them.
One store in particular was extremely crowded. That was always a sign to Kyra that either the prices were right or the clothing was cool...or both. She took her father's hand and drug him inside.
Dan Robertson was a tall, dark and handsome real estate agent. He teamed with his wife, Amanda, to make one of the most successful real estate pairings in the state. They both used their looks to their advantage if it helped seal a deal. Now he found himself in the middle of a crowded woman's clothing store with a mob of vacationing women of every age. And although there weren't many ugly ones, he decided he was with the most gorgeous.
He followed Kyra around like a puppy as she flitted from one rack to the next. She'd hold something up in front of her and ask his opinion. Dan, of course, liked everything she chose and let his imagination run wild with imagery of the clothing on his beautiful daughter.
Neither would be able to tell you when their attraction to each other reached critical mass. It may have been building for years, weeks or days. But both father and daughter could feel it.
Soon, Kyra and Dan found themselves in the farthest corner of the store. Kyra had a top and a pair of jeans on her arm that she wanted to try on. She looked around for the dressing rooms and, amid the crowd at the back of the store, found them.
Back home, she would have expected more stringent security leading into the area. Here, customers were pretty much free to come and go in the dressing area as they saw fit.
"Wait here," Kyra told her Dad. "I'll be right back."
Dan agreed, having absolutely nowhere else to go other than outside. But he was beginning to like the view inside the crowded shop.
It was only a minute later that Kyra stuck her head around the corner, caught her father's eye, and motioned for him to join her. He was confused, thinking she needed help with something.
"Come here," she said quietly. She turned back towards the dressing rooms, looked over her shoulder to make sure Dan was still there, and walked into the darkened recesses of the store. He followed, further puzzled.
The narrow hallway was lined with stalls on both sides. They didn't have the curtain-like entrances he was used to in American stores, but rather real wood doors, with wood walls. Kyra stepped inside an empty one, pulling her father with her.
With the two of them in the stall there was barely room to move. One wall had a full length mirror, with a small bench on the side opposite the mirror. The light was dim, but there was plenty to see.
Kyra hung the top and jeans on a hook on the back of the door. She and her father bumped into each other nearly every time they moved.
"What are you doing?" Dan finally asked.
"You mean, 'What are WE doing?" Kyra said with a smile.
"OK. What are WE doing?"
She put her arms around her father's neck. Then she pulled him towards her, got on her toes, and kissed him. At first it was just lips-to-lips. But Kyra's tongue forced its way into Dan's mouth and the kiss became stronger.
Dan pulled away. "Kyra! What...I don't think...let go of me!" He put his hands around her arms and pulled them off his neck.
She pressed against him, pushing him against the back wall of the little cubicle. "Oh, Dad. What's wrong? You've been staring at me all night. We can finally be alone and now you don't want me."
Kyra's pout almost always caused her father to cave in. This would be a severe test of her ability.
"It's not that I don't want you...I mean, I don't WANT you...but it's not that I don't love you..." He looked around, wondering to himself if anybody could hear their conversation, even in the muffled tones in which they spoke.
Kyra practically threw herself on her father and they kissed again. She made sure he could feel every inch of her body. Likewise, she felt his cock pressing against her. This time it took a little less force to get inside his mouth.
"OK," Kyra said, ending the kiss. "But stay here and let me know what you think of these clothes."
She was between him and the door—he was on one wall, she was as close to the door as she could get. There was maybe an arm's length between them. She looked him straight in the eye, grabbed the bottom of her sundress, and unhurriedly pulled it over her head.
Kyra freed her arms of the garment and laid it on the bench. She stood in front of her father in nothing but a thong. Her firm breasts rose proudly, nipples extended from the excitement of the moment. She watched his eyes follow her perfect body down to her waist and legs and back up to her breasts.
Then she took the new top off its hook and put it on. Like most tops she owned, it had a plunging neckline and clung to her body. She was much less interested in the top than she was in her father's reaction to the sudden turn of events. He seemed mostly entranced by the little shirt that stopped well short of Kyra's thong.
"Kyra, you really shouldn't...I shouldn't be in here." Dan was not at all convincing.
Kyra spread her arms from side to side. "What do you think?" Then she twirled around, allowing her father to see how his daughter's tight ass swallowed the tiny thong. She turned again and faced him.
"It's...nice."
She moved closer to him. "Just nice? I want you to think it's really awesome, or I won't buy it." Almost before she stopped speaking, she was pulling off the top again.
Kyra leaned against her father. "Touch me, Daddy. Touch my breasts."
"No, honey. I can't."
"Please. Just once. Nobody can see. Nobody will ever know. Please?"
She didn't know what to expect. It wouldn't have surprised her one way or the other whatever he did. But a couple seconds later, his hands were cradling her luscious breasts.
Kyra closed her eyes and felt his fingers surround her tits. He squeezed tentatively.
"Take my nipples, Dad. Squeeze them."
Dan put two fingers around each nipple and pinched lightly.
"No. Harder," Kyra urged him.
Dan squeezed harder.
"Oh God, yes. Just like that. It feels so good." She looked at her father now, wanting him to see how happy he was making her. His look was blank, except for a suggestion of guilty curiosity.
He was about to end the little episode and use his parental power to get out of the stall, but Kyra put her hand on his crotch, instead. There was no mistaking the feel of his hardening cock. She pressed her palm against it and rubbed.
Kyra said softly, "Please don't stop. Your hands feel so good. Please keep playing with my nipples, Daddy."
No man in his right mind could have refused the pleadings of this young woman. Not even her father. Whether to make Kyra happy or to prevent her from taking her hand from his cock, he squeezed her nipples some more. They were fully erect now, a bright pink against her tan skin.
Dan was hard enough for Kyra to put her hand around the outline of his cock and stroke it. His light-weight dress pants did not provide much of a shield against Kyra's hand. She may as well have had him naked.
"Does my body make you hard, Dad? Do you want to touch me all over? Go ahead," Kyra nearly whispered. "Touch my pussy. Put your hand on my pussy, Daddy. Please."
