I wrote this as a sort of therapy in trying to get over my own love affair with my bother. It's totally perverse, but harmless. Please PLEASE dont come on to anyone you are related to -- the pleasure is NOT worth the pain.
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Elizabeth came in to the den and just stood there staring silently at the TV screen.
"What are you doing still up?" I asked
"I was online. Now I'm just bored. Where's Mom?"
"She went to bed."
"Anything good on?" She asked yawning.
"Nah. Stupid movie. I was just about to go to bed"
My daughter yawned again and stretched making her purple T-shirt rise to expose her white belly and the panties underneath. At eighteen Lizzie is beautiful, with blue eyes, milky white skin, long strawberry blonde hair and still just a hint of baby fat
"Snuggle." she said simply.
I moved deeper into the big, plush sofa to give her room, lying back into the comfortable cushions and Lizzie snuggled in to lie with me so that I was spooning her. Soon we were both comfortable, snuggled up close together and watching that stupid movie. After a few moments, Lizzie reached for the remote and began to flip through the stations as I lay behind her not really watching anymore.
A bit of time passed and I must have faded a little.
"Mmmm....that's nice." my daughter cooed, bringing me back to full consciousness
Only then did I realize I'd been moving my hand up and down her front -- rubbing her tummy broadly under her purple T-shirt, moving up to just under the swell of her breasts and then down to the hem of her panties. I did this absentmindedly, but much more like I might have done with my wife had she been there in the same position.
Thinking nothing more of it, I moved her luxurious hair aside and pressed a kiss on the soft nape of her neck, just below her ear. She uttered another "mmm," and wriggled her behind around to settle in and get more comfortable. I started to smile too, then froze for a moment when I felt the beginnings of an erection, pressed as I was beneath my daughter's bottom.
"Mmmm," she murmured again, "That 's really nice."
She was smiling and though it felt somewhat sexual, it also still seemed very innocent and all perfectly ordinary. We were not doing anything we had never done. I planted another little kiss on her neck and again she purred quietly. Now I was beginning to steadily stiffen, so I gently tried to shift my position to relieve the pressure. Lizzie squirmed and moved with me however, adjusting to my new position, so that in the end there was no change and my now nearly fully erect phallus, was nestled snugly between the cheeks of my daughter's behind. I tried paying attention to the TV in an effort to lose the erection, but Elizabeth squirmed again.
"Daddy? You're hard!" she exclaimed suddenly.
I chuckled nervously, smiled sheepishly, totally embarrassed, but to my surprise, she squirmed around some more -- as though to feel it out more thoroughly.
"Doesn't it hurt?" said asked, turning her head so that her big blue eyes peered curiously into mine, so close I could feel her breath on my face.
"No, I'm ok. It doesn't hurt." I said, trying to sound nonchalant
Then there were multitudes of butterflies in my stomach as she turned back, let out the tiniest of laughs, and began to subtly and slowly move her bottom my now fully erect penis.
"What are you doing Lizzie?" I asked, a little breathless
"Nothing." she stated in a kind of matter of fact way.
Temporarily dumbfounded by this response and not wanting to sound accusatory, I rested my hand on her tummy, gently rubbing it broadly once more, while she wiggled subtly on my hardness.
Now something changed.
Nothing was said, but I could feel it in the air; a certain seriousness. We both now knew that we were somewhere where we shouldn't be. Her movements became noticeably more pronounced. I was afraid to touch her, but still I touched her and she touched me. I rubbed her smooth belly with my left hand and held her from underneath with my right as she rode her beautiful ass up and down my hardness -- I didn't dare let my hands go anywhere else, but allowed my pelvis to move in a slow, natural rhythm as my beautiful daughter moved with me.
Lizzie's breathing became uneven as she moved her ass on me. Then without warning, she turned on her side in my embrace, and pressed a sweet kiss on my lips before jumping up and heading down the dark hallway to her bedroom.
I lay there for a while shaking off the effects of this event before rising and switching off the TV. I stopped by the bathroom and after a pee, began to grasp and stroke myself to a renewed hardness. After a few moments however, I chided and shamed myself for the thoughts that had suddenly popped into my brain and headed to bed.
Julie woke up lazily when I crawled in next to her.
"Where've you been?" she asked sleepily, her eyes still closed.
"Watching TV with Lizzie," I said.
"MmmK." Julie stretched languorously, then raising her knees, she slowly and absentmindedly began to run her hands up and down her own naked body. My wife is also very beautiful, with clear white skin, naturally auburn hair, and piercing blue eyes. After twenty-six years of marriage, I can honestly say that she still turns me on like no other (recent events not withstanding). Julie has also always had quite an appetite for sex. Even in her half conscious state, her hips began to rock gently as her fingers ever so slowly, moved around her womanhood, lost in the auburn thicket of her bush.
Yet another small wave of guilt washed over me and I suddenly felt the need to tell her what had just happened between Lizzie and me.
"Lizzie laid with me on the couch while we watched TV," I said cautiously and somewhat slowly, somehow expecting a reaction to this perfectly ordinary sentence.
There was of course no reaction and my wife continued to casually and sleepily play with herself.
"I got an erection Julie ... with her lying there."
There was a pause, and her hand stopped
"She's a beautiful girl." my wife offered plainly.
"Yeah....."
My wife's fingers became busier now as she pleasured herself. I knew that now she was aiming at getting me interested, but my mind was still consumed with guilt.
"There's more," I said simply.
Once again her fingers stopped, remaining stationary at the top of her sex. "Did you two do anything?" she asked.
"Well... she kind of... I mean we kind of rubbed against one another for a little while."
Julie sighed dismissively. "Oh Honey. You always worry."
There was a pause and then she told me something that I had never known.
"I'll tell you a secret." she whispered conspiratorially, "I had intense fantasies about my father when I was her age and I seem to remember a particularly exciting slow dance that we had one night."
"You're kidding."
"No, really." she admitted with a smile. "I rubbed myself all over him, then went back to my bedroom and masturbated like crazy."
"Damn." I replied, my heart quickening a bit.
At that moment, I wanted Julie to tell me all of her fantasies over her father. I wanted to know how far she thought she could have let herself go with him. Instead, I let the questions go unasked, too afraid to reveal even to myself how much further I could have wanted things to go between Elizabeth and me.
My thoughts then went back to Lizzie in her room. Was she in there at that moment, furiously masturbating and dreaming of me? All of this was wicked and erotic and wrong and outrageous and I was once again hard as a rock. But even as I was shamefully aroused, the whole thing still seemed quite innocent and harmless somehow. It was after all completely in the realm of fantasy -- almost completely. It even made sense now in a crazy kind of way as I thought back to some of the strong fantasies and sessions of masturbation that I myself had had over my mother and especially my older sister.
"So do you think what happened is.... is a normal thing?" I asked, my mouth dry
My wife smiled, a slow, knowing, wicked smile "I don't know," she said coyly, "Let's see."
Julie rolled over, took my hardness into her hand and bent to bring it to her lips. I groaned as she flicked out her tongue and teased me, licking slowly around the tip, then sucking only the head into her mouth. Julie is really very good and I was almost immediately moving toward orgasm. It turns Julie on immensely when I explode in her mouth. She says it makes her feel powerful. But tonight Julie didn't want power. She wanted to abandon herself. After a few moments, my beautiful wife slowed her expert sucking and began kissing lightly at the throbbing erection before her.
"Be my Daddy," she said, looking up, her cool blue eyes drilling into my own. "Be my Daddy tonight and fuck me."
The sex that followed was some of the most fantastic of our entire marriage.
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Morning came and I was determined to do nothing at all but rest. Julie, our son Chris and our eldest daughter Gwendolyn had left early to go to the local superstore to look for gardening supplies and other stuff before the crowds got too big, leaving me and Elizabeth alone in the house to sleep in. I had risen with my wife, had a small breakfast with her, showered and shaved, then returned to bed to just languish and forget all of my worries existed.
"Daddy........? Daaaaddy....?"
I must have fallen asleep again. I opened my eyes to see Lizzie smiling down at me.
"Hey...." I groaned sleepily
