Karen had dinner all taken care of. It was stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes, with a blueberry pie for dessert. Karen was a good cook when she put her mind to it, and I guess with all the recent excitement she was feeling inspired and energetic too.
I was waiting to receive a text from Marisa letting us know that she was on her way. I wasn't nervous, but I was a bit anxious. I wanted to see her. I was eager. It was little differences like this that were the most profound -- I was missing my daughter like she was a new girlfriend, and I was concerned where she was and who she was with. Like I thought that maybe she would find someone new and forget about me.
My mind always drifted back to last night though. It still seemed like a dream! Every once in a while I would have to talk myself into accepting that it was in fact, true. It was reality. My daughter had had my dick in her mouth last night. Yes, she did. And then she had masturbated thinking of me. My heart sang and my cock twitched every time I came back to these glorious realizations. I still couldn't get over it.
I was planning and scheming scenarios where I might consummate our love. Father and daughter. Her first lover, her first lay. And it would be me. I thought about how and when I should try to pull it off, what I should do to lead up to it, where it should happen... Countless possibilities played out in my head. This was delightful apprehension. Coming up with constantly different, or better ideas, imagining how they might turn out. At times I was convinced that it was an absolute certainty that we would make love, and at other times I thought that I could let this opportunity slip away if I wasn't careful.
I felt so young, so caught up in this romance... I had never had an opportunity like this. With Debbie, my ex-wife, we met and fell for each other fast. We fell into bed and were a couple before I had any kind of opportunity to court or woo her. With Karen, my little sister, she just grabbed my cock and started sucking on it before I knew there were any kind of possibilities. This time I was going to do it right, make it something like out of the movies.
Continuing on that theme, I had gone to an exclusive boutique and bought her another little gift. I had second thoughts about it, but I brushed them off. My concern was that she was going to think that I was legitimately hitting on her, that there was no way she could misinterpret the gift as just being something a thoughtful father would buy for his daughter who was now a young woman. I resolved myself to the idea that I really didn't care -- I would woo her properly, and if all went as I was hoping it would, she would realize that I was hitting on her eventually. I thought I'd see how far I could push it, but if she clued in sooner than later, that might be for the best anyway.
My mind kept replaying her asking what I thought of her outfit; her prancing in front of me with her taut midriff fully exposed to my hungry eyes. And also her bending over in front of me, pretending to look for a spot in the fridge for the whipped cream -- little minx. She knew where it went. Oh, her nightshirt riding up the cheeks of her gorgeous little butt, the blue cotton of her panties covering her luscious pubis... If she only knew how crazy she was making me.
My thoughts drifted into utter ludicrous fantasy; I saw myself and my beautiful daughter at our wedding. All the guests were smiling as I drew back her veil, and the priest giving me permission to kiss my bride, my love, my daughter...
...I came to a startling realization. Karen had made me aware of all this. Without her, I would probably be clueless. And I loved Karen dearly. Although we were not married, and could never be, she'd been my partner, and my wife in all but title, really, for about 14 years now. Was I in love with Marisa? Where did that leave Karen? Especially if Marisa returned my love?
I had a flash of panic, of shame. How selfish was I being? Karen was encouraging me here, egging me on. She wanted me to have Marisa, for both our sakes. But what about her? Would I leave her out in the cold, have her place taken by my daughter?
My mind reeled with this awful, foreboding feeling. I had to address it!
"...Karen," I began, clearing my throat as she put the finishing touches on dinner.
"Yeah, babe?" she replied.
"I, uh, got something I need to talk about. About what's been happening. Something I hadn't thought about before."
"Ok, shoot," she said putting the peppers back in the oven to warm.
"Well, it's like this. We're brother and sister. I've known you all your life and pretty much all of mine. Even when we fought and pissed each other off growing up, I still loved you. And when I got back from college, well, I guess the rest is history. I loved Debbie, and a part of me still sorta does, but you've been my partner. Everything that I'd want a wife to be, and more."
"Awwww, isn't that sweet..." she crooned. "So, what, are you looking for a blowjob or something? I told you what would happen if I did that. Although I'd be glad right now as well as on Tuesday!" she added, licking her lips with a grin.
"C'mon, Sis, I'm being serious here. You've done everything I could have wanted and then some. And, although I'm totally turning circles here, I can't thank you enough for opening my eyes up about Marisa."
She just beamed a broad, sly smile at me.
"Well, here it is..." I stumbled my way through. "I'm a bit worried. I love you so much I can't even put it into words. But what if I fall in love with Marisa? What if I already have? Um, what does that do to you, to us? I mean, where does that leave us? You know what I mean?"
"Well, I do and I don't," she said, cleaning her hands off in the sink. "I'm not worried in the least. When Marisa was born, she was the love of your life. And I know you love me. Disgusting to think about stuff that gooey and icky, you know, lovey dovey kissy kissy junk..." she snickered. "And I love you too. Big Brother. And I love Marisa. So why should anything change? You love her, you love me. So you fuck both of us. I'm cool with it. And I'm sure she will be too. We get along good, and I've got a sense for her. No need to worry, Bro."
Hm. I'd never thought of it that way. But she was right. I had loved both of them, terribly, overwhelmingly, with all my heart. For as long as I'd know them. Maybe I was worried for no reason at all!
I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone began buzzing on the table. Karen just looked at it and me with a grin.
I picked my phone up and looked at it. It was a text from Marisa. "hi daddy, b home in 5. bus is just comin round the corner. love u! xoxo"
"Well, that's my little girl!" I breathed. "Thanks so much, Little Sister. I can't tell you how much I love you, and how grateful I am. You're really the clear headed one of us both."
"Oh, hell, don't make me puke," she giggled. "You're the one with two heads. Maybe you just need that lower one unclogged. Speaking of, how are those balls doing anyway?"
"Blue," I answered. "Solid, deep blue. But it's a good blue. My cock is twitching and my nuts are full to overflowing, but it's all for a good cause. I haven't held back a load or been teased like this for as long as I can remember. So it's a good change. Don't get me wrong though, I can't wait to blow this load. It's gonna be a dam-buster."
Karen just laughed. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I'm gonna teeeeeeeease you until your balls are singing the blues and big as grapefruits."
It was my turn to laugh. God I wanted to take her and fuck her right there in the kitchen!! But I was saving my load for my little girl. Or for Tuesday, whichever came first. I was pretty sure I could last, if it came to that... And I hadn't made up my mind what kind of a pace I wanted to keep with my daughter. I'd play it by ear, is the best plan I'd come up with. Don't rush, don't be a fool.
