The morning had dawned warm and clear. It was going to be scorcher. Rick opened his eyes as the sunlight filtered in through the shutters. He glanced at the clock and was shocked to find it was already 10:30. He rarely stayed in bed this late. Feeling the space in the bed beside him, he noted that Michelle had already risen for the day.
Rick tiredly walked into the kitchen in his boxers, hoping Michelle had started the coffee. Standing at the sink, the sound of splashing and giggling drew his attention to the pool in the backyard. Michelle and her friend Kristen were enjoying a morning dip in the pool, a ritual they had begun at the beginning of the summer following their high school graduation. Watching their sleek, wet bodies in bikinis as they played in the pool had Rick stirring in his boxers, the sleepy fog clearing from his mind immediately.
Michelle had on her new black string bikini, tiny but perfectly fit to her firm curves. Kristen must have forgotten her suit, as she was wearing a swimsuit Rick recognized as Michelle's. Kristen was taller and curvier than her best friend and her 34DD breasts barely fit into the white bikini top. Rick watched through the kitchen window as Kristen climbed the steps to exit the pool, water glistening off of her gorgeous body, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer, white top and her long, wet black hair falling down her back. Rick's cock was rock hard in his boxers as he watched the teen exit the pool. He felt a twinge of guilt, knowing MIchelle would be hurt by his attraction to her friend. Unfortunately, some twinges are stronger than others.
"Good morning, Daddy," Michelle said, startling her step-father as she came up quietly behind him at the sink. She noticed immediately what had his rapt attention. He was watching Kristen come out of the water and walk across the pool deck to lie in a lounge chair. She also noticed the enormous hard-on tenting her Daddy's boxers as he watched her friend.
Now it was Michelle's turn with warring twinges. On one hand, she felt a twinge of jealously at the thought of HER daddy lusting after someone else. On the other, she felt her pussy moisten and tingle at the idea of her Daddy fucking her best friend.
"You know, she thinks you're really sexy," Michelle told him. "She tells me all the time. I think she's been hoping you'd make a move on her."
Rick had no response to this surprising statement, well, no verbal response at least. His cock lurched and leaked pre-cum at his step-daughter's words, but he wisely kept quiet.
"I'm feeling really tired," Michelle told him. "I think I'll go up and have a shower and a rest for a bit. I am sure you won't mind entertaining Kristen while I rest, will you Daddy?"
"Of course not, baby," Rick replied as Michelle left the kitchen to go upstairs for a shower and nap.
Rick exchanged his boxers for a swimsuit at headed out onto the back deck. Kristen was enticingly splayed out on a lounge, her wet skin shining in the sun. Her eyes were shaded by sunglasses, so Rick could not tell if she watched him as he walked out.
His trim, firm body was in excellent shape for a man past his 45th year, with a light sprinkling of hair across his chest, disappearing down the center of his stomach into his swim trunks. Kristen was watching him and licked her lips as he dove into the water, beginning a series of laps in the pool. His strong body cut through the water effortlessly and the girl quietly appraising him was aroused by the sight of this man upon whom she'd had a crush for so long.
Kristen had been torn about whether to continue her friendship with Michelle after realizing her friend was screwing her step-father. It seemed kind of gross at first, but after some consideration, actually had Kristen more interested in Rick than ever. She could certainly understand her friend's attraction to him and couldn't blame her for something she was dying to do herself.
Rick came out of the water, giving Kristen a turn to watch him as the water ran off his body in rivulets, accentuating the taught muscles and tanned skin.
"You are beginning to burn, Kristen," Rick told her. "Did you put on sun screen this morning?"
"Oops, no," the pretty teen replied, sitting up and reaching for the sunscreen on the table beside her lounge chair. As Rick stood and watched her, she began to smooth the lotion into her supple arms and legs. His gaze became heated as she rubbed the lotion into her shoulders, chest and along the edges of the bikini cups barely covering her nipples, which were hard and easily seen through the white top.
Keenly aware of his intense watchfulness, Kristen began to seductively spread lotion on her upper thighs, slowing rubbing along the edges of the almost translucent bikini bottoms nearest her pussy lips.
