Girls, it's sometimes said, look for mates that remind them of their dads. In personality, Eric does. Like Glenn, he's passive-aggressive, shies away from confrontation until pushed to the limit, and then goes full steam ahead, throwing caution to the wind. Glenn showed that side of himself when a bullying Jim Martin showed up at his door. In looks, it's a different story. Where Glenn is bald and average in height, Eric Conway stands just under six feet, sports a full head of hair (of course, he's still in his twenties) and is blessed with an athleticism that Glenn never had. "My jock boyfriend, but deeply sensitive," is the way Kelly describes him.
'Pretty and smart and sexy' is the way many guys would describe Kelly. She's got light brown hair, long and straight, blue eyes and off-white skin that tans easy. She smiles easy and often, and it's a wonder that some dentist hasn't yet snagged her to appear in a dental ad, touting his/her skill in keeping their patients' teeth straight and gleaming. On hot days, she'll wear skimpy outfits; typically, a short halter, showing her flat belly, and cutoff jeans hemmed to the top of her full, luscious thighs. Many dads with daughters with Kelly's assets would look, but not touch. And said daughters might appreciate their dad's attention, so long as it didn't get too creepy. However, the buck would stop there. Like their dads, they'd keep a "respectable" distance.
Not so with Kelly and her dad Glenn, not since that day when Kelly caught Glenn watching incest porn, touching himself as he did, which exploded in Kelly something primal and irresistible—both for dad-daughter incest porn and the desire to act it out. "It waylaid me, no pun intended," she's said. Interestingly, she's yet to have sex with Eric. They've been out just a few times, and she wants to "get to know him better." She's well aware of how weird that sounds, holding off from intimacy with Eric, yet comfortable enough to sleep with an older man, her dad of all people.
The family rule of discretion is strictly obeyed—Kelly and Glenn won't even touch each other unless Amber is away. And today, on this Saturday afternoon, Amber's taking laps around Mount Pleasant Reservoir with her power walking group. Meanwhile, a horny Kelly is prancing around the house wearing an over-sized T-shirt that drops to the middle of her thighs, no bra and red thong panties, doing her best to distract Glenn from watching the Philadelphia Phillies play the New York Mets. He's on the living room sofa, parked in front of the forty-inch, flat screen TV, watching a game that doesn't mean much, for both teams are out of the playoffs. Being a true baseball fan, he watches anyway, purely for the love of the game. His passion for the so-called national pastime, however, can't compete for the passion he feels for his daughter, the sexy, seductive Kelly, strolling back and forth between the living room and kitchen, shaking her adorable booty and filling the air with her lovely, feminine scent.
Finally, Kelly stops her prancing and plops down next to him, crossing her legs. "Dad, it might be time for the seventh inning stretch." Reaching out, she feels something between his legs under the fabric of his gym shorts. "Ohmygod, literally, from what I'm feeling here!"
He runs his fingers along her smooth thighs. "I thought I could hold out until the ninth inning. But I can see that won't be happening."
"Not if I can help it, it won't!" With that confident pronouncement, she straddles her hot self on his lap, and the two begin to smooch.
The game stays on, this game of languid rhythms, an unlikely background source to the unlikely thing that's happening on the sofa. The sexy college girl is grinding her loins against her dad's rising appendage, while dad lifts her T-shirt and tongues her deliciously perky boobs, smelling and tasting her fruity-scented, translucent skin as he does. It's when Kelly pulls down his shorts, drops to her knees and begins to performs oral, that he realizes that a change in venue is in order. "Mom knows what we're doing," he says, "but I doubt she'll appreciate the sofa getting all stained up. Let's continue in your bedroom."
Kelly hops to her feet, throws off her T-shirt, then follows Glenn down the hall. Kelly's room is bathed in a soft and fuzzy pink décor. Stuffed animals lay scattered on the bed. Nostalgic leftovers from the innocence of her childhood, they stand in stark contrast to what's about to take place. She watches as Glenn steps out of his shorts and blue Hanes briefs, leaving them lying on the thick white carpet. She reaches out and strokes his full erection. "Geeze, dad, how could you sit there watching baseball with that fat thing throbbing between your legs?"
"It wasn't easy," he says. "Better it throbs somewhere else, huh?"
"Yes, and we both know where." She slips a finger under her thong, drags it across her pussy, then sticks it into her mouth for a quick lick. "You really should taste this," she says. "You didn't do it last time." She places the stuffed animals on the floor, peels off her thong, then stretches out on her back and spreads her beautiful legs. She then welcomes Glenn's eager entrance between them. "Ooo, yes...love it, love it, love it..."
Ditto for Glenn. He's enjoying what he didn't get to last time, loving, if not relieved, that her pussy tastes and smells the way it should when a man does this, sweet at best, neutral at worst, devoid of the spoiled fish scent that too often is endemic to the organ. Unbeknownst to Glenn, Kelly douched less than an hour ago.
She had informed him that she's on birth control, so she can skip that bit of valuable information she gives suitors her own age. She hasn't had many suitors—one could count them on one hand and still have a couple left over—which isn't even close to what she'd need in order to qualify as a floozy. Irony of ironies, she's somewhat selective when it comes to guys she chooses to sleep with, keeping her legs closed to guys like Eric until she's ready, yet ready and willing to open them to half the source of her DNA, her own dad. And open them she does, wider, now that Glenn's finished with oral and lays atop his daughter's lovely form. Carefully, she guides his "fat thing" to where at this moment they both wish it to be.
Glenn's not a guy given to superlatives, so when he tells her that what they're doing is "electrifying," he means it, every syllable of it.
She can only nod in agreement, lost as she is in the sensation of feeling her co-creator throbbing inside her, rattling her brain, sending laser beam-like spears of pleasure shooting through her. Electrifying indeed. He's kissing as well as humping, and she's kissing him back, and she's thinking, as well as she can think doing this, that this is parent-offspring love on a different level, aberrant and offbeat to put it mildly, perverted and vulgar many would say. Fucking exciting, she'd say, but doesn't, preferring to express her pleasure in sounds not found in the copious pages of Merriam-Webster. Good thing she's doing this in a single home rather than in an apartment or semi-detached abode, because those in earshot might be inclined to call the police after hearing her shriek with her climax. Glenn, like most men, confine his noises to low grunts and/or soft ahs, not something that would pierce walls of any decent thickness.
Their timing is near perfect, for after a brief cuddle, they hear Amber pull up. Quickly, they dress, with Amber adding a pair of shorts to her pre-coitus skimpy attire. Then she joins Glenn in front of the TV to catch the last half-inning of the game.
Moments later, Amber enters wearing her walking shorts and cross-trainers. "I can't believe it, my Kelly's watching baseball. Will wonders never cease?" She knows that Kelly isn't much of a baseball fan.
Kelly and Glenn trade grins, sly and devilish, which gives Amber pause. "You know," she says, "I get the feeling that you two didn't just watch baseball while I was away." Hands on hips, she glares at them like a parent who knows her kid's been up to mischief, the way a second-rate actress would in a bad sitcom, corny more than comical. Amber's severe expression is one of mock anger. After all, she's into this red zone thing as much as they. "Come on, guys, fess up."
Finally, Glenn says, "Per our agreement, we were discreet. How was your walk?"
"Not as exciting as what you did here, I'm sure. Makes me horny for Brody."
"Makes ME horny for Brody," Kelly blurts out. Glenn and Amber stare at her curiously. Then: "Well, yeah. I mean, sex with my own bro sounds like something I might be interested in. What do you think, mom?"
Amber shakes her head, then takes a seat on the edge of the sofa, just as the last batter in the game strikes out. "What do I think? I think this thing might be spinning out of control, spreading like those wildfires in California. Next, you'll be proposing a pussy to pussy powwow with me."
Kelly gives Amber the once-over, sliding her tongue over her lips. "Don't give me any ideas."
