The Robertson's were in Day Three of their vacation in the Bahamas. Eighteen year old twins Kyra and Kevin, along with their parents Dan and Amanda, were bonding like never before.
The foursome shared a resort suite, with the twins in one bedroom and their parents just a door away. There was a communal living room in the middle accessible from each of the bedrooms. Each area was separated by locked doors. It would soon be evident that the locks weren't necessary.
Beautiful Kyra and her brother Kevin were already sexual partners before the vacation. But Kyra had correctly sensed a growing attraction between Kevin and their mother, an equally attractive woman. Kyra had arranged for herself and her Dad to go out on a 'date' the evening before, leaving Kevin and Amanda alone. As Kyra expected, it turned into a hot night in the living room between mother and son.
What Kyra didn't necessarily expect were the two encounters she had with her Dad while they were shopping and exploring the beach at night. Yes, she was the one who initiated the oral sex episodes, but she hadn't expected Dan to be such a willing subject.
So Dan and Amanda awoke the next morning unaware of each other's experiences. Nor did they know that their kids were in the next bedroom plotting further adventures.
Kyra was anxious to progress to the next level with her father—a good fuck. It was just a matter of how, when and where. Dan was obviously captivated by Kyra's perfect body, so the 'how' was going to be easy. But when and where?
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"What are you going to do today?" Kyra asked her brother. She was drying her blonde hair with one towel, another one loosely wrapped around her. They stood at opposite ends of the bedroom.
"I don't know. Just the beach, I guess," Kevin said, pulling a pair of shorts onto his otherwise naked body. "How about you?"
"Don't know. But I'm in a flirting mood." She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed. She was exposed up to her pussy and her breasts were barely hidden by the dropping towel.
Kevin took notice. "God help whoever you're stalking now."
"I don't stalk," Kyra protested. "That's a mindless task. I put a lot of effort into my flirting."
Kevin was walking past her, on his way to the bathroom. "Effort? How much effort does THIS take?"
He reached out and put a finger under the towel, between her breasts. With one pull the towel fell open. He kept walking...after taking a good look at the incredible breasts he was so used to seeing.
"Hey! I'm not THAT easy. I'm not just another gorgeous body, you know."
Kevin laughed, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Kyra stood in front of the dresser mirror. She fluffed her hair with both hands, admiring the firmness of her breasts. Her tiny waist widened into luscious hips and the V of her pussy begged for attention as her hands slid downward. She turned to check out her ass. As she did so, her eyes caught sight of the sandy beach beyond the room's balcony. She walked to the sliding glass door and looked out at the ocean.
A young man walked on the beach. He might have been fifty yards away. Kyra watched him from inside the room, her naked body nearly touching the glass. As if drawn by a hidden power, the man's eyes rose to Kyra's balcony. Then to the door and, finally, to Kyra.
A current seemed to flow through her. Heat surged down and collected between her legs. The man smiled. Kyra smiled back and turned to walk way. But she stood for a second, then allowed her ass to ever-so-slowly disappear from his view.
"This is too easy," she thought to herself.
It wasn't strangers on the beach Kyra Robertson was after on this day. It was her handsome father, the real estate agent with the beautiful real estate agent wife. Kyra didn't want his money, and she already had his attention. She wanted his cock—the one she twice sucked to orgasm the evening before. And she wanted it deep inside her cunt.
Dan Robertson was having trouble getting his daughter off his mind. He kept seeing her topless body in the cramped dressing room. He saw her mouth around his cock. He saw her in the beach shelter, sucking him until he came on her tits. He saw her crawling out onto the beach in just her thong. He felt only a twinge of guilt when his cock got hard thinking about Kyra.
Dan and Kyra's combined thoughts were bringing them closer and closer to the most taboo of all sex acts—an act Kevin and Amanda were already very familiar with.
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Dan was beginning to fall into a regular daily routine: spend the morning with Amanda, eat lunch, go out to the beach with Amanda for about an hour, then return to the room for a couple hours. He found it incredibly boring just sitting in the sun, despite the abundance of bikini-clad females.
Kyra had taken note. It seemed to her those two or three afternoon hours would be a prime time to be somewhat alone with her father. She knew Kevin and her Mom would never waste a perfectly good afternoon inside the room. The 'when' and 'where' were becoming more evident.
The problem for Kyra was sneaking away without raising suspicions among the rest of the family. She helped set things up at lunch by saying there was a sale in one of the nearby beach accessory stores she wanted to go to when it got too hot in the middle of the day. She knew her mother wouldn't sacrifice ideal tanning time and the men, of course, wouldn't even consider going shopping with her.
Well in advance of the time she figured her father would head inside, Kyra put on her cover-up and announced her intentions to hit the sale. She gathered up her stuff, shoved it all inside her large bag, and headed towards the store. Once off the beach and well out of view, she detoured back to the resort.
Once inside her room, Kyra opened the connecting door to the living area. She left it about half open, not wanting to be too obvious. Then she determined where she would have to stand to be seen from the couch or chair her father most often used.
Next, she had to find an outfit that still had a tag on it. Kyra knew her father would never be able to distinguish one store's tag from another, so anything revealing with a tag on it would do. Of course, nearly everything she brought with her was revealing, so she quickly found an appropriately sheer, never-worn top. It buttoned down the front and was practically see-through.
"Perfect," she thought to herself, holding the blouse in front of her.
The last change was out of her bikini and into a thong. No bra, just the thong. Then it was time to wait for her father.
Half an hour later, Kyra heard the door opening between her parents' bedroom and the living room. She rolled off her bed and pulled on the new top. She left it unbuttoned. The bottom of the shirt rested gently on the very top of her ass—exactly the look she wanted. She pulled up on the front of her thong, tightening the material that clung to her pussy.
Kyra had determined she was NOT simply going to barge into the living room on her father. She would put on a show first; perhaps allow him to make the first move. At least that was the plan.
Kyra walked across the bedroom, past the open door, and into the bathroom. A minute later, she came out and walked the other way, purposely avoiding looking towards her father, who she hoped was sitting in one of his usual spots. Her top was still hanging open and exposed a large portion of her breasts as the breeze pushed against the light material.
She didn't expect a response the first time...and didn't get one. So she walked to the closet next to the bathroom. She knew from her earlier testing that Dan could probably see her—and her bare ass—as she ostensibly searched for something amid the hanging outfits. Kyra felt the shirt rise even higher on her back when she got onto her toes to reach higher.
When she decided that particular show was over, she went back to the bed and waited.
"Did you buy anything, hon?"
Kyra couldn't believe it. She couldn't have wanted him to ask a more perfect question. Or was he the one taking charge this time? She took a deep breath and walked to the half open door.
"Oh, hi Dad. I didn't know you were there," she lied, looking through the doorway. She hid half her body behind the door in a display of bashfulness. "Yeah, I got a couple things. I think this top is awesome."
"Let me see," Dan said, turning on the couch to get a better view.
Kyra stepped from behind the door, using one hand to hold the two sides of the top together a little below her breasts. It was an incredibly erotic view she presented her father, with her tiny thong below and the transparent top above.
"Do you like it?" she asked. She turned one leg slightly in front of the other as if to cover up her pussy.
"Very much."
Kyra walked towards him, letting go of the shirt. She saw her father's eyes quickly take in her entire body. She stopped before reaching the couch.
"It wasn't cheap, but there are so many things I can wear it with," she said with a satisfied smile.
Dan withheld the temptation to say that what she was wearing it with now was perfectly fine with him. "It's nice."
Kyra turned around, and it wasn't to show him the back of her shirt. She was in full flirtation mode now. When she figured her father had had enough time to study her firm ass, she turned again. As she did so, her breasts were bared until the shirt fell back into place. She walked to the back of the couch.
Leaning against the back of the couch just beside her father, she said, "I guess I'll need a bra with it if I'm in public."
Dan turned to face her, but quickly turned back towards the TV when he realized he was only inches from her breasts. "Yeah. And maybe button it, too."
Kyra moved so that she was directly behind her father. She slid her hands down his bare chest. Her breasts pressed against the back of his head.
"I like showing you my new things, Dad."
He couldn't turn or he'd have his daughter's breasts squarely in his face. Her hands reached the top of his boxer style swimming trunks and he wasn't sure what he wanted her to do next.
She totally surprised him by throwing her legs over the couch and landing next to him in one swift, athletic move. Her hand was instantly in his crotch. Dan's eyes were on Kyra's chest.
"Kyra, not here." Dan felt her fingers tighten around his stiffening cock. "In the dark on the beach is one thing..."
"Lick me, Dad," Kyra mewed. "Take one of my breasts in your mouth and lick it. Please."
She was thrilled at the instant reaction she got from his cock. Already it was causing a tent to form in his lap.
"No, hon. We can't. Not here."
"We have a couple hours," Kyra said, stroking him through the soft material of his trunks. "And you know it."
If Dan could have willed his cock back down to normal size, he would have. But he had a better chance of making it snow. Kyra's nipples were beginning to grow and her tits were so close...so close.
Kyra leaned forward almost imperceptibly. So did her father. He opened her shirt on one side and put his tongue on her nipple. Dan heard Kyra gasp when his mouth closed around the end of her breast and he began to suck. His tongue played with her nipple for a second before he bit down with her lips. Then he used his teeth—lightly. She moaned out loud.
Kyra's hand was inside her father's trunks. She gripped his cock firmly and stroked it, increasing the pressure each time Dan swiped his tongue across her breast. She frantically began to push the trunks down, her father never losing contact with her breasts. He was alternating between them now, pushing her flimsy blouse off her shoulders and onto her arms.
