Sophia S Incestuous Choices Pt 04

Author's Note:

This is the fourth part of an ongoing story with multiple chapters, and it picks up without a recap from the previous parts. Although you can probably jump in and still enjoy the narrative, I recommend you start at the beginning with Part 1 to get the full background and context going forward. Either way, I hope you take some time and enjoy the journey.

If you're just joining us, this is a story involving parent/offspring incest, but one that takes a circuitous, sexy, non-traditional path. This Part introduces Sophia's sexy older sister, and features incestuous fantasies and familial voyeuristic experiences—including at least one many of you've been waiting for.

This a work of fiction; any resemblance to any person or event, past or present, is unintentional and coincidental. Everyone involved is over 18 years old.

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Our daughter Marie—Sophia's older sister—came home from university the following Thursday morning for a four-day weekend. Marie squealed with delight and hugged her Mom, sister, and me, her eyes sparkling. She was excited to share news about her new boyfriend, Cliff. They had been together for about three months and were getting pretty serious. They had already discussed the possibility of moving in together.

I sighed, as a father does when coming to terms with seeing his baby girl all grown up.

Before her visit, Angeline and I agreed it was best Marie didn't know about our taboo sexual activities—at least not yet. If ever. Angeline and I gently suggested to Sophia that it would be best to keep things close to the vest while her sister was here, and Sophia agreed. We had been concerned Sophia might be as candid with her sister as she had been with me.

As far as I knew, Marie did not suspect anything about our sexual exploits or changes in our family dynamics. It helped that she was focused on her love life, likely missing subtle hints that her sister and Mother were more than just a close parent and child. For Marie the visit was ordinary and unremarkable—devoid of unexpected sexual revelations. All systems normal, business as usual.

I, on the other hand, couldn't help viewing my oldest daughter in a different light. This was, of course, primarily because of my changing relationship with her 19-year-old sister, Sophia. Recent events had made me acutely aware of Sophia's raging sexuality and femininity. Marie, who was three years older, looked remarkably similar to her sister and was equally alluring.

It wasn't that I didn't know my daughter was beautiful before. But as with her sister, I noticed, but never sexually. Not even when seeing Marie in scant clothing, topless or sometimes nothing. As a family, we fostered an open and natural environment, and like her sister, Marie grew up relaxed with casual nudity, such as changing, swimming, or sunbathing. For the past few years, Marie typically went topless at our pool, to the point I wasn't consciously aware of her increasing femininity.

However, living away from home for several years can alter one's perspective, so I didn't know what to expect from Marie. I was pleased that, at least regarding pool use, nothing had changed. The change was my perspective, because for the first time, I started objectively seeing Marie as the sexy, very adult woman she was.

Seeing Marie so happy when she arrived for her visit was delightful. After hugs, kisses, and proclamations of being missed and how great it was for Marie to be home, we ate a mid-morning brunch together, learned all about Marie's new love, and caught up in general. Following our meal, Marie stood and announced that our swimming pool was beckoning her.

"What a glorious day," Marie said. "I miss our beautiful pool so much; I can't wait to get out of this heat." She sidled over to the back door, grinned at the three of us, then yelled, "Last one in the water is a rotten egg." She turned and dashed out the door into the backyard towards the pool, pulling off her t-shirt as she ran. The clear expanse of her back's flawless skin revealed she was unencumbered by a bra.

Laughing, the three of us stood, exchanged glances, and shrugged. "Looks like it's swim time," Angeline said. We kept towels and swimsuits in the small pool house; we grabbed some water bottles, slipped on sandals, and followed our impetuous oldest daughter.

We got to the pool to see Marie climbing out of the water. She was topless, wearing only a string thong bikini bottom that she must have had on under her shorts. I stopped and drank in the sight of her dripping wet in the sunlight.

Water rivulets glistened in the sun as they streamed down Marie's light, tawny skin, along and off her shoulders, bare breasts, arms, flat belly, and toned thighs. Several droplets trickled off the tips of her pink nipples, which proudly stood erect in the fresh air atop her firm mounds.  Her lustrous dark hair shimmered and reflected the bright daylight. The wet, tiny triangle of her bikini clung to her skin, doing nothing to obscure the outline of her vulva.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked at her in a most un-fatherly way.

Angeline, Sophia, and I grabbed our suits from the pool house. We quickly peeled off our tops and shorts, being momentarily naked before slipping into our suits. Angeline and Sophia joined Marie topless in tiny thong bikini bottoms that barely covered their pussies and left little to the imagination. I wore my standard swimming trunks.

Sophia and Marie were sexy younger versions of their gorgeous Mother. Marie's figure was a shade more athletic and toned, and her boobs were slightly bigger than Sophia's—but smaller than her Mom's. All three women had perky, generous, handful-sized breasts. Angeline's darker nipples were a medium brown tinged with pink, Sophia's were a dark pink with a hint of brown, and Marie's half-dollar-sized nipples were the pinkest of the three.

Inappropriate thoughts flashed through my mind.

All so suckable and tempting.

Marie loved to dive; somehow, the rest of us never got much into it, so we often lounged about while Marie went through endless repetitions. She would launch off the diving board into the pool's deep end, swim across to the other side, climb out on the shallow-end steps, and then return to the deep end to dive again.

I watched my daughter with fascination, appreciating Marie's rippling muscles and the gentle wobble of her naked breasts as she moved. I gained a new perspective and appreciation for her as a mature, attractive woman, not just as my daughter.

As if she sensed my scrutiny, Marie turned and met my eyes, and we both smiled. Marie was, in a word, hot. I wasn't supposed to think that—she was my daughter and had a boyfriend—but I did. On some level, I envied the man she was with.

That guy Cliff is a lucky son-of-a-bitch.

I swam, rested, stood, and admired the three delightful, nearly nude women. They all had tan, olive-skinned complexions with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. Their bodies were toned with flat bellies and soft, curving breasts, waists, and hips. I occasionally felt stirrings in my groin that quickly calmed as I moved and kept busy. I was perpetually amazed that such beauties were my own family.

Marie had the same thick, luminous, wavy hair as her Mom and sister but with a hint of auburn, making it slightly lighter than the nearly black color of the other women's. I periodically paused for a few minutes and watched my two alluring daughters and my stunning wife—wet skin shimmering in the sunlight, bare breasts quivering as they moved, and smooth, soft skin stretching over round, toned asses exposed but for a tiny bit of fabric or string between their cheeks. My balls contracted, and a warm feeling churned in my loins. I was thankful that I was wearing a swimsuit.

I shook the erotica from my mind and focused on enjoying being with my wife and daughters, as my family, not as sexy women. After my initial scrutiny and assessments of my captivating companions, I managed to banish impure thoughts and observations for the most part and enjoy a fun, ordinary day at the pool. We periodically assisted each other with sunscreen; I was careful to avoid inappropriate touching or anything sexually suggestive.

Spending time together as a family was wonderful—bonding, joking, and connecting without sexual overtones. For the most part, bare breasts went back to being just another part of the body: lovely but not unusual or tantalizing in their exposure, as they had always been with us in the past. All of us relaxed, had fun, and enjoyed the gorgeous day.

The four of us swam, chatted, and lounged until early afternoon. Hunger eventually rumbled, and we decided it was time for a late lunch. We stripped off our damp suits and rinsed them and our bodies in the outdoor shower to remove the pool's chlorine.

I mentally reminded myself we were merely continuing our usual family activities, as we had been all day. At least I tried. My mind admonished myself for lewdly staring at the attractive, naked women and for thinking that our nudity was anything but incidental and unremarkable.

My primal instincts didn't obey my mind, however, because I savored seeing all three women wearing nothing, if only for a few minutes. When they closed their eyes facing the shower or their faces were covered by a towel, I was particularly able to scrutinize them without being caught leering. So I looked. Closely.

Marie's delicate, closely trimmed pubic hair formed a silky triangle on her mons, with soft, downy wisps of hair framing her lips—nearly the identical look of her younger sister Sophia. Our daughters' matching grooming stood in contrast to Angeline's, whose labia were bare below a small patch of trimmed pubes.

All three women's clits partially hid under little hoods like shy animals peeking out of their burrows. Below, delicate inner lips visibly extended slightly beyond their puffy outer pillows, forming irregular wavy lines of flesh that at once advertised and hid their intimate feminine treasures.

Damn, they're all so sexy—delicious looking.

As we toweled off, I dried slowly, watching the now fully nude women chatting and casually standing with lifted arms as they used towels to squeeze water from their thick hair. Naked, we walked over and hung our suits and towels on a line to dry.

My body instinctively began to react despite my mental attempts to prevent the clear and growing evidence of my arousal. I moved quickly to pull on my shorts to cover my expanding cock. I glanced furtively at my family, suddenly bashful as I grew fully erect—something unheard of for me in such non-sexual situations.

Shit, it's like I'm some teenager seeing naked women for the first time and can't control himself.

A wave of relief passed through me as I saw my nubile daughters casually walking naked back towards the house carrying their clothes, talking and giggling, not noticing my distress. Ignoring me. I sighed, releasing the tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Then I glanced at my wife.

Angeline stood in her birthday suit, watching me with undisguised amusement. With one hand on her hip, she waggled her finger at me and murmured so our girls couldn't hear, "Naughty boy." She dropped her gaze pointedly at my tenting shorts as a grin spread across her lips. "Daddy's got a boner," she said in a sing-song, near-whispering, teasing voice. "So, you like what you're seeing, do you?"

Mesmerized, my cock surged in my trunks as I watched my wife. Angeline traced circles around her nipples with her fingertips, then sensually sucked one finger between her lips. She pulled her bottom lip down slightly as she pulled her hand away, drew her finger between her boobs, along her belly to her pussy, and slowly pressed between her puffy labia with a tiny gyration of her pelvis. Then she lifted her hand off her pussy and blew me a kiss.

I shook my head 'no' with wide eyes, snapped my head to see where our daughters were, and then looked back to my naked wife. I whispered, "Fuck, Angeline, you're killin' me here. They're going to see us—Marie will see us."

Angeline grinned, dropped her arms, then picked up her clothes and slipped on her shorts. "I don't know what you mean," she said coyly. She paused and looked at me expectantly as if nothing had just happened."Well, then, let's get going; it's time for lunch. Hurry up now, don't be such a slow-poke."

I watched my topless wife pass me and walk towards the house. I tried unsuccessfully to will down my raging hard-on so I could join them. Angeline pulled on her top as she walked, then paused and looked back at me, a questioning look on her face. I picked up my shirt, took a deep breath, and followed, hoping my hard-on would have settled down by the time I reached the house. I shook my head as I walked.

These women are going to be the death of me.

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Chapter 10:

Sophia and Marie met up with friends the next day and stayed out late, so I didn't see them past breakfast. I used the quiet day to catch up on unfinished work. Later, Angeline and I had a relaxing dinner and evening together. She was curious about my getting an erection at the pool the day before because it was unusual for me during family affairs.

"Can you blame me?" I asked. "Seeing you naked, teasing me, and touching yourself like that—who wouldn't get hard?"

"I'm talking about before that, and you know it," Angeline said playfully. "You've seen our girls topless and nude hundreds of times, and I've never seen you get hard like that. I'm not judging—I'm sure it's natural—but I'm interested."

"It was different yesterday. We've had very sexual interactions with Sophia, of course, and seeing Marie in only a tiny bikini thong made it easy to imagine how she looked naked. I started thinking of Marie as an attractive grown woman instead of just my daughter." Angeline began to say something, but I cut her off. "But that was primarily just curiosity most of the time. Some noting and admiring, but platonically."

"That makes sense," Angeline said. "It's natural to look. I think we all do, whether family or strangers, and there's nothing wrong with that. And It's not like anyone was doing anything sensual or acting differently around you." With a wink, she added, "Before I did, of course," Then she shrugged. "Casual and natural swimming, sunning, and chatting—like always. Except you were saying how it was different yesterday."

I nodded. "Natural and casual, but this time, I had to contend with memories and mental images of you and Sophia naked, masturbating, showing each other your pussies, and the three of us discussing graphic sexual sensations. It was hard to separate the innocent nudity from the sex the way we'd always done."

Angeline gave a little smile and ran her palm along my arm. "Mmm, thinking it turns you on having sexy memories of us makes me all warm and nummy inside. It's hot knowing that. And I would understand if you battled your boner all along having such thoughts. But you seemed unfazed—at least visibly—around us until the end. What changed or tipped you over the edge that finally triggered your arousal? Because Marie was there?"

I squinted slightly as I tried to determine if Angeline's questions were serious or she was just playing naive with me for fun. I decided to give a straightforward reply.

"Well, Marie's being there probably was part of it, at least somewhat." I looked back at Angeline. "As I said, I initially appreciated Marie's appearance, but not salaciously. But when we were rinsing off and drying at the end, I had a close-up view of her body—especially, um, well, of her pussy. Of all three of your pussies, added to your magnificent naked bodies."

Memories of my graphically sexual conversations with Angeline and Sophia and my recent close up views caused heat to build in my groin. "And, well, I took a good look. So that's when I started reacting." I gave a curt nod, assuming I'd clarified the matter perfectly.

Apparently, I hadn't clarified the matter because Angeline looked legitimately confused. Somehow, despite over two decades of sex and male companionship, she lacked a basic understanding of men's libidos.

"I still don't quite get why seeing us showering and changing turned you on when swimming, lounging, and walking around pretty much naked, except a little triangle in front didn't. Just seeing our pussies made that much difference? Just standing there, not doing anything sexual?" She quirked her head. "It's nothing you haven't seen many times before."

I shook my head and exhaled like a teacher disappointed in a student's failure to grasp a simple concept. "Not like that, I haven't. Three hot, sexy, naked women with stunningly delicious-looking pussies, right there in front of me. Wet, bare skin, with water streaming down their naked bodies, over their tits, across their pussies, down their thighs." I turned my palms up and quirked my head. "That would get any red-blooded straight man excited. Hey, I'm a guy; it's in my genes." My cock stirred in agreement with my own description.

Angeline laughed. "Ok, ok, I forgot how much visuals get men off. And thanks for the wonderful compliments. You make a woman feel sexy and attractive." She bit her lip in thought. "But... not to belabor a point, you saw us wet, water on bare breasts, everything you just said the whole time. So, you're saying it was just showing that little bit more, taking off that tiny triangle of fabric that barely covered our pussies, that tipped the scales?" She was trying so hard to understand what evidently was a fundamental guy thing.

I chuckled, "Well, yes, for the most part. But also, the context wasn't the same. Marie's pussy looks very much like Sophia's, so all the images and experiences with you and Sophia flashed through my mind as I looked at Marie. Seeing the three of you naked, I imagined Marie doing the same sexual things as you and Sophia—maybe with you two. I couldn't keep out all the sexual thoughts. The combination of lustful thoughts and visual eroticism was too much for me. So I got hard."

"Wow, ok," Angeline chuckled. She made a 'poor you' face of pity. "Should I feel sorry for you, having to shoulder such a heavy burden—bombarded with the sight of beautiful nude women and sexy fantasies and fighting to keep physical control?"

"No pity necessary," I bantered. "I'll just add the new sexy images to my spank-bank for future solo events. Although, with all that's been happening with you and Sophia recently, I don't really need more material."

"Speaking of spanking—or wanking—do you think about me with Sophia much? I never asked if you get off thinking about us together."

I squinted dubiously at Angeline's question. "Do bears shit in the woods? Of course, I get off over you. Often."

Angeline looked pleased. "Mmm, it's really nice, thinking we turn you on," She purred. "Makes me feel all warm and squishy and sexy."

"Squishy?"

"You know, wet, and gloppy, and swollen."

I smiled. "Mmm, yeah. I think I like you getting squishy. I'll bet you're tasty when you're all squishy."

"I'm pretty squishy right now," Angeline grinned and bit her bottom lip.

"Well, I think it's dessert time then." I flipped Angeline onto her back on the sofa, causing her to laugh in surprise. I pulled off her shorts, revealing her swollen labia coated with shimmering juices. My eyes flared as I dived in for my epicurean treat.

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Chapter 11:

The girls went on a day trip with friends the next day, and Angeline had some planned activities involving shopping. Or something like that. The four of us spent an hour or so at our pool late in the afternoon, and thankfully, I managed to keep my libido under control the entire time.