The weight of Dad's body against mine felt exquisite as we lay together in bed, getting ready to sleep. It had been a long day at work, and few things brought me more comfort than being in Dad's arms.
In the span of a few months, I have gone from never thinking about my father sexually to seducing him, having sex with him, and now living together with him. It has all been a crazy whirlwind, but I have never been happier. While we still date other people, we always come home to each other. You could say we are in an open relationship, but Dad and I are primary in those relationships.
Dad even continues to see Sarah regularly. Despite fucking me, Sarah and Dad continue to role-play Daddy and daughter. I always look forward to hearing about their kinky escapades when he comes home from one of their dates.
Sarah has been on my mind a lot lately. While it had been a while since I had been with another woman, the more I think about Dad's relationship with Sarah, the more I find myself attracted to her, or at least curious about the idea of fucking "my sister."
"I love you, Dad," I said, pulling myself closer to his body.
My chest heaved as I felt myself getting excited by my father's presence.
"I love you too, Emily," Dad told me as he kissed me gently.
"So, I've been thinking a lot about Sarah," I exclaimed.
"You know I can stop seeing her if you want," Dad said, sounding concerned.
"I've been thinking just the opposite, actually," I explained.
Dad looked at me, shocked, "what do you mean?"
"I keep thinking about Sarah role-playing as me. It was one thing for her to be into daddy-daughter kink, but to actually fuck you as me; is beyond hot. I can't help but wonder how she would feel pretending to be my sister," I told Dad.
"I'm not sure I follow what you mean, Emily," Dad said, confused.
"I want to fuck my sister. I want to fuck Sarah and bring her into our little family," I said bluntly.
Dad stared at me with an inquisitive face. A huge grin soon appeared as he began picturing the possibilities of such an arrangement.
"I see your dirty mind working, old man," I said, elbowing Dad in his belly.
"It is hard not to picture my two blonde daughters taking turns sucking my cock," he chuckled.
"Well, you have one daughter here already. How about I suck that cock for you now, Daddy?" I seductively said.
I scooted down to the head of the bed, unzipped his pants, and fished out his already rigid member. I licked my hand, using my saliva as lube, before stroking his cock.
"Tell me more about what you want your daughters to do with our mouths," I instructed Daddy before licking his cock like a lollipop.
"I want you to kiss your sister with my dick between your lips. Sarah has the softest lips. I know you would love to kiss her," Dad shared.
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth while my hand continued to jack him off. Daddy's dick felt warm in my hand, and I couldn't wait to feel his cum on me.
"Go on," I pleaded.
My slim fingers moved up and down Daddy's cock, while I sucked him deeper down my throat. Despite having blown him off hundreds of times, I was always surprised by how much I loved feeling his cock pulse in my mouth. Daddy's pre-cum coated my tongue getting it ready for the main event.
"I want to see Sarah lick your tight, pink pussy. Sit on her face, Emily. Suck my cock while your little sister makes you moan. Oh god, Emily," Dad growled, lost in his fantasy.
Daddy's dick throbbed in my hands, and I could tell he was close. With my other hand, I massaged Daddy's balls. The sensation of my smooth fingers must have been too much for him because I was suddenly greeted by a sea of cum. Spurt after salty spurt covered my lips, tongue, and throat. I looked Daddy in the eyes, opened my mouth to show him my reward, and then swallowed every last drop.
"That was incredible, Emily. All I could picture was you kissing Sarah with a mouth full of cum. It was too much!" Dad said.
Dad and I decided that I should reach out to Sarah and see if she would be up for grabbing drinks with me. If she thought it was weird, that kind of invite would be easy enough to brush off. I couldn't wait and decided to call her after work tomorrow.
The day felt like it dragged on forever. All I could think about was what I should say to Sarah when I called. I feared I would chicken out, even though I wanted her to join our incestuous family.
When I got home, I poured myself a glass of bourbon to help calm my nerves. I took a deep breath, picked up my phone, and dialed Sarah's number. We'd met a few times when I ran with Dad, but I'd never thought I would attempt to seduce her. She was my Dad's plaything, not mine. But tonight was different - I felt bold and wanted to see where things could go.
"Hey, Sarah! It's Emily, Gabe's daughter," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink this weekend?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and my heart sank. Was Sarah going to turn me down? Was she going to think it was weird that the daughter of the guy she was hooking up with was asking her to hang out?
But then Sarah's voice came through, bright and cheery. "Hey, Emily! I'd love to grab a drink with you. When were you thinking?"
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "How about Saturday at 7 pm at Lala Lounge? It's a cute little place with a great cocktail menu."
"Sounds perfect," Sarah replied. "I'll see you there on Saturday at 7."
I hung up the phone and let out a whoop of excitement. This was really happening! Part one of my plan was enacted, but I still didn't know if she would be as open as I hoped she be. Dad and I were taking a considerable risk trying to bring Sarah into our relationship.
Saturday came, and it was time to prepare for my evening out with Sarah. I had been looking forward to this all week, yet I couldn't help but feel nervous.
As the time drew nearer, my nerves started to get the best of me. What if we read the signals wrong? Did she actually feel okay with incestuous relationships, or was it just a kink for her? All I knew about Sarah was from Dad's perspective. I hope he didn't read her wrong.
I tried to push those thoughts aside as I stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would ease my nerves and calm my racing mind. But as I lathered the body wash over my skin, my mind drifted back to Sarah.
Sarah and I both had long, blonde hair and fit runner's bodies. In many ways, we looked like twins or at least long-lost sisters. Our bodies, and even our faces, were practically identical, so much so that it made it hard not to imagine it was her body I was molesting as I washed.