This is a fictional story. All characters are over 18. The story includes sections of incest, forced-bi and cuckoldry. If you are not into those type of things you do best to read something else, but if you are -- go nuts and enjoy!
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The day that would completely change my life forever started off surprisingly normal. It was one of those perfect summer days made for lounging outside soaking up the sun. Warm enough to be comfortable wearing only a pair of trunks, but not so warm that it's exhausting.
My wife Jessica was away travelling on business as usual. She was a pharmaceutical sales rep so she would be on the road more often than she was home. We had a loving relationship so it was a bit boring we could not spend more time together, but her job was great and having two sizable incomes afforded us a comfortable lifestyle.
I was working from home almost all the time as a freelance app designer. Given our set-up I was the one taking care of the house, cooking and cleaning most of the time. I didn't mind the tasks but working from home and then spending afternoons and evenings taking care of the home made me feel a little bit isolated at times.
Fortunately, our daughter Emma often kept me company. She was our only child and we always had lots of fun together. She was the typical nice and homely girl, never fighting or rebelling. She had many friends but would still often stay at home on a Friday evening and watch a movie with me and Jessica rather than go out to parties.
I had started to see a change in her a couple of months ago, right around the time when she turned 18. She was still a sweetheart, but I saw less and less of her. It seemed the teenage separation phase had finally struck its claws in her as well.
She had started to spend most evening with friends and just say a quick "hi" to me when she got home, before running up to her room. It could have been way worse though. She was independent, still very friendly and easy to talk to when she finally had a minute to spare and there was no indication that she was in any trouble or doing drugs or anything like that.
Emma was the sporty type and had been captain of the high-school volleyball team until recently. She would typically wear shorts, a polo shirt or tank top and have her blond hair in a ponytail. She was tall, slim and had B-cup breasts (which I know from having to emergency shop for her every once in a while when I was behind on laundry).
As a father I understood that she was a total "girl next door" knock-out but I never permitted myself to go there in my mind. I'd never been interested in incest role play or looked at incest porn. To me, that was a total no-go zone that I would never want to break. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
If I was able to keep Emma out of my dirty mind I more than made up for that by focusing on her best friends. I was 40 and they were 18 so it wasn't exactly my proudest thoughts, but at least it wasn't incest. Her two best friends were Lisa and Amy. They three of them had been close ever since middle school.
Lisa was just as blond as Emma but shorter and very petite. She was skinny, had A-cup breasts and a slightly coy look that was to die for. She was the complete Lolita dream. Legal, but looked very innocent and cute.
Amy had brown hair and was curvier than the other two girls. She was just as tall as Emma but probably had C-, or D-cup breasts and a perfect bubble butt that got all the boys' attention.
Together the three of them was like a dream team awaking desire in every teenage boy (and their dads) regardless if you preferred petite, curvy or just the all-American girl next door.
Now, let's get back to the day in question. Jessica was away on business and the girls made full use of our pool. They would swim for a bit and then lay on the sunbeds, working on their tans and gossiping. Like any other group of teenage girls their discussions would lead to an enormous giggle eruption every other minute.
I knew Lisa and Amy well and over the years me and Jessica had become friendly with their parents as well. So the girls felt completely relaxed spending time at our house and did not think twice about wearing their most revealing bikinis today. This was, of course, not lost on me. I was supposed to work, but it was Friday and the view of Amy and Lisa was too much to resist.
I put on some baggy trunks and a t-shirt and took my laptop down to our living room. From there I just had to look out of the panoramic windows to see the girls on our patio. I opened a bottle of beer and pretended to be this cool and relaxed guy, half working on my laptop and half relaxing.
In reality, I pretended to work and was fully focused on catching glimpses of Amy and Lisa in their bikinis without being too obvious. The last thing I wanted was to be seen as Emma's sleazy dad. That would embarrass the hell out of her, and me as well. I really don't have the confidence to pull off being called out for something like that without the situation becoming extremely weird for a long time.
Luckily, the girls didn't seem to notice me at all, and I got unobstructed views of their wet, young bodies as they came up from the pool. I saw them helping each other put on sunscreen lotion and I chuckled at their funny attempts learning how to twerk. I almost felt guilty enjoying this so much without getting caught.
No sooner had that thought hit my mind before I noticed Amy catching my stare in the corner of her eye, almost making her jump out of surprise. Then. As she was about to instinctively move away, I saw something change in her expression. Almost like she had a devil on her shoulder convincing her what to do.
She kept eye contact with me and slowly bent forward giving me a perfect glance of her large cleavage. She gave me a slight smile and then continued to bend forward until her hands were clinching her ankles. The highest point of her body was now the curvature of the top of her perfect ass.
She stood like that for a second and then arched her body up again, giving me a smile and then turning to her friends like nothing had happened.
I was in total chock. Did she really do that? Was it for me to see? I tried to push away any thoughts that this was an invite and convinced myself that it was probably just a big coincidence and that she actually didn't notice me despite it looking like she did.
The girls talked for a little bit more and then Amy broke away. She opened the patio door and excitingly ran over to me, with her perfect body bouncing up and down. I was almost frozen in some sort of mix between excitement and sheer terror. Is she going to call me out on my disgusting behavior?
Luckily, she wasn't. Instead she looked at me from top to bottom and then broke out in a big smile.
"Hey Mr. B. What a lovely day, don't you think?" she finally said. Ok, so far so good I thought to myself. At least she doesn't think I'm a creep yet which I am very grateful for.
"I see you're starting the weekend early" she went on, nodding at the beer in my hand. "You wouldn't happen to have a few beers for us?"
So. This was what it was all about, begging for alcohol.
It was pretty uncharacteristic of them to ask and normally I would say no straight away. I'm not sure why I didn't, but probably I was just so relived that I hadn't been called out on my staring that I didn't think straight.
"Well, I'm not sure what your parents would say." I replied. "But I have a cold six pack and I guess it wouldn't be too bad if you shared it."
I went over to the fridge and got the six pack. When I handed it over to her, she pressed against me letting me feel the contours of her amazing breasts. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against my ears and whispered.
"Thank you, Mr. B. I will make sure to make it up to you."
