***This story picks up the morning after Ch3 concludes. Small interlude at the beginning of this chapter before things heat back up. Sorry the last chapter was so short. I was trying to crank things out ASAP. I'll have to slow down a bit I guess. ***
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The house was quiet the next morning as the Johnson family got ready for the day. Katie had a volleyball match later in the morning that was going to last well into the afternoon. Usually, the whole family would go to support her after spending the morning together getting her psyched up for the game. This morning though, Kat was in bed with a hangover and the rest of the Johnson's were each lost in their own thoughts.
While Brent ate his breakfast, he was thinking that he had finally cheated on his wife, Kat, after 22 years of marriage. Two sides of Brent's head had been arguing with each other all morning. On the one hand, other than being cold in the bed over the last few years, Kat hadn't really done anything wrong. On the other, wasn't it unfair of Kat to be so platonic with her husband, who treated her like a queen and still lusted after her after so many years? Fucking right it is, Brent thought. He practically had to date rape her to get any action nowadays. Then, last night he had watched Becky make her twin sister Katie eat pussy for the first time. How would any man be able to resist that? He was standing there naked when Becky summoned him over and gave him the absolute best blow job he had ever gotten. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in teenaged enthusiasm.
Brent looked over at Becky, who was munching on a bowl of cereal. She refused to look at him, lost in her own thoughts. Brent watched her mouth working on the cereal as a few drops of milk spilled over her lips. His cock was already trying to swell at memories of last night and images of what he wanted to do next. He had already crossed the line with Becky, and really he had crossed a lot of lines before he even laid a finger on her, or rather, a cock in her. That would be a more precise term, he corrected himself.
There was no going back now, he thought, as his mind turned from contemplation of should he fuck his twin daughters to how he could finally make it happen. His tingling cock agreed. Brent smiled at himself, thinking that each time he had one of these moral dilemmas, at least where his daughters were concerned, his cock always won. No, there will be no more second thoughts, Brent promised himself. He gulped down the rest of his food with a clear mind.
Becky sat chewing on her cereal, feeling her dad's gaze but refusing to meet it. At the start of all of this, she had told herself that she would not be blackmailed into sex with her dad. In one sense, she had succeeded. While he was pressuring her to seduce Katie for him, he never overtly forced himself on her. Despite all of that, she found herself lusting after his big fat dick over the past few days and ended up getting so worked up that she sucked him off last night. She had not planned on that, but admitted to herself that it was incredible while it was happening. Her sister was enthusiastically devouring her pussy while her dad's cock, the biggest she had ever seen in real life, filled her mouth with hot cum. She had even gulped it down like a good little girl.
Despite how wet it made her to think about it, she did not like giving into him so easily. She was so mad at herself because, for as much control as she seemed to have over Katie, dad had even more power over her. In only a few days, she had gone from mildly loathing him to lusting after his man meat. To make matters worse, now that she had literally gotten a taste of his cock, she didn't think she would be willing or able to stop him if and when he tried to fuck her. It wasn't just his dick though. There was something about this whole situation that was keeping her wet and horny around the clock. She didn't like being this confused, this out of control, and it was pissing her off.
Brent watched Becky's face furrow as she angrily crunched her food. If her eyes could shoot lasers, the cereal box would be a heap of ash. He shifted his gaze to Katie, who in her usual chipper mood, had already dressed in her tight fitting volleyball outfit. The form fitting stretchy shorts had perfectly defined every curve of her perfect ass as she reached into the cabinet for a breakfast bowl. When she turned and crossed the room to sit beside Becky, the spandex material showed off a hint of camel toe below a tight fitting shirt that barely held her perfectly shaped breasts in check.
As they all ate in silence, Brent watched Katie stare at Becky, clearly lusting after her with eyes that were screaming "fuck me". His innocent, demure daughter had been turned into a sex craving slut in just a few days by her own sister. From what Brent had seen and experienced himself, he knew that Becky was imaginative and enthusiastic in her sexual endeavors. He understood why Katie wanted more of Becky because he did too. In truth, he wanted both of them, and he could not afford to let Katie become fully obsessed with Becky. He need to up his game to keep Katie interested in him, and hopefully make Becky jealous in the process.
"You are looking incredible this morning Katie," Brent said to break the ice. "You must have slept great after that work out last night." Brent smiled at his daughter and curled his arms in a mock muscleman pose. Even though he was joking around, he made sure his biceps rippled for his girls. "You know I love working out too. You should come down to the basement and do it with me sometime. After you and I get done, I guarantee you'll be too sore to walk."
Katie looked over at her dad as he stood up to continue his mock posing while prancing around the table. He slid over behind Becky, clamped his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly bent forward to plant a fatherly kiss on her cheek. Becky tried to shrug him off, but he only switched to the other side to plant another kiss. Brent stood back up, casually letting his groin slide against Becky's back as he spoke again.
"Maybe you could join us Becky. You need to keep in shape for track season. You sounded a little out of breath yourself last night when I had you guys on the phone." He slid his dick across her shoulder as he turned to walk toward Katie. "Say, you guys never did say what kind of workout you were doing."
Brent walked over to Katie and sat beside her while he awaited Becky's answer. He leaned over and gave Kate a gentle peck on the cheek as he slid his arm around her shoulders. He rested his head against Katie's, waiting for Becky to speak.
Relenting, she said, "Oh you know dad, it was like one of those high intensity workouts. It was just a lot of bouncing around really. I'm sure you've watched us do it before."
"Have I?" Brent mused mockingly. He slid his arm from around Katie's shoulders and let his hand rest on her neck. He began to ripple his fingers and thumb against her skin, occasionally sinking deeper into the muscle hidden under her smooth, soft flesh. "I don't know that I've seen you guys doing anything that makes you that winded. I'd love to see you guys in action sometime. Say Katie, if you're sore from that workout, you should let me massage that ache away. I can rub it right out for you."
Katie looked up into her dad's eyes while he stroked her neck with his warm fingers. Images from the TV of that girl begging her daddy to fuck her filled Katie's mind. She also remembered that the movies she had been watching actually belonged to the man now caressing her skin. Becky had been filling her head with dirty thoughts of daddy fucking her. Now that's all I think about, thought Katie as she melted into the gentle massage. That and letting Becky make me cum, she corrected herself.
"I think that would be great dad. I am pretty sore, but I have to get to the game," Katie sighed reluctantly. Brightening, she added, "You know what though? Playing all day might loosen me up a little at first, but by the time I get home, I know I'm going to be feeling it. Maybe you can stretch me out tonight daddy?"
