All characters in this story are fictional and solely the product of the author's imagination. Any character depicted as being sexually active with another person is always at least 18 years of age or above and engages willingly in the sexual activity described. The main characters live in the fictional state of South Tennebama where most laws against incest have been rescinded and the remaining laws are ignored because there are more pressing problems requiring the attention of law enforcement.
They arrived at Kay's house. It was a nice suburban home. Ted parked in the driveway. He and Sarah went up to the front door. Sarah rang the doorbell and the front door was quickly opened by Kay, Wanda standing just a little behind her and to her right. Ted recognized Kay as being a cheerleader, and remembered seeing Wanda with Sarah after basketball games. She might have been a cheerleader, too. They were both pretty girls with strong athletic bodies. They were already in bikinis. Sarah made the introductions: "Dad, this is Kay and this is Wanda; Kay, Wanda, this is my Dad, Ted, but I like to call him Daddy."
The girls held out their hands and said, "Pleased to meet you Daddy," in a very nervous giggle.
"You're not wearing your swimsuit," Kay said to Sarah.
"That's because I brought one along for each of us. They're a little tinier than the ones you are wearing. I borrowed them from my mom. I thought you might want to wear them." She held out a tangle of strings in her hand.
"Those are swimsuits?" asked Wanda.
"Sure are," said Sarah, "three of the sexiest swimsuits you've ever seen. You wanna try them on?"
Both girls were eager to do so, but Kay had some sense of being the hostess and said, "We can't just leave your dad - Daddy - standing here in the entrance way. Let me take you out back to the patio where you can lie down on a lounger and get some rays." The four of them walked back through a hallway, into a kitchen, and then out a sliding door onto a patio which had four outdoor lounge chairs set up.
When they got there Kay said, "We're so glad you came here, Daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot to ask whether you needed to change into a swimsuit as well?"
"No, I've got mine on under my shirt and shorts," he replied.
"Well then, why don't you take them off and put them on the table over there and then spread out on a lounger and we'll put sunscreen on you to keep you from burning."
"I'd prefer waiting until you've put your swimwear on from my wife before I do my great reveal. I got the impression from Sarah that I was supposed to wear something kind of daring. So I did," said Ted.
Instead of dissuading them it just made them more eager to get him out of his shirt and shorts, so he took them off, folded them and placed them on a table which was also on the patio. At first there was a gasp, and then silence as they saw him from the back. Then he slowly turned around to face them. A whispered "Oh my - - -!!" came out of the mouths of the two girls while Sarah said, "Oh, Daddy, you look hot!"
"Too much?" he asked.
"Oh no, Daddy, just right. Now the girls will understand why I want to be your little slut. You're fuckin' hot and I love it."
"Fuckin' hot!" the two other girls chimed in. "Let me get the sunscreen," said Kay as she quickly ran into the kitchen and came right out again. "Now lay down and we'll oil you up. Then we'll put on the micro suits and be right back." Ted lay on his stomach and the girls all got in the act of oiling him up, paying special attention to his ass. He spread his legs a little bit so that they could get his inner thighs and they spread his ass cheeks just because they could. Then the girls disappeared into the house. It sounded like they went into an upstairs bedroom to change into the strings Carol had sent. Ted could tell that they were making progress in figuring out how to put on the strings because he would hear bits and pieces of exclamations as the girls described how sexy they looked or how hot they felt wearing what was really a display suit.
Suddenly, Ted's listening in on the girls having fun was interrupted by what sounded like the front door of the house being slammed. Shortly after that he heard a loud female voice coming through the kitchen yelling, "Who the fuck parked their fucking truck in my fucking driveway?" With that, the owner of the voice appeared opening the sliding screen patio door and stepping onto the patio.
As she looked around, she spotted Ted, who met her blazing eyes with a slight wave and a bashful smile and said timidly, "That would be me."
"Don't move!" she yelled at him as she was rummaging around in her purse. "I've got a gun in here someplace and I know how to use it." She quickly retrieved the gun from her purse and demanded, "Now who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?"
"I (the fuck - as you so delicately put it) am Ted Watkins the father of Sarah Watkins. Thanks to that same daughter, my wife and I have gained a reputation - at least in parts of the JV cheer leading squad - for wearing very minimum swimwear around the house in warm weather. Today was supposed to be a warm day so my daughter was invited to come over here by Kay to catch some rays in the early afternoon before she had to go to work. My daughter was also asked to bring her father along in one of those minimal cut articles of swimwear. Seeing as how they were all over 18, and my daughter asked me nicely I chose to accommodate her. She brought along three of my wife's minimum suits and the girls are somewhere in the house trying them on right now even as we speak. I brought along a Frisbee so that we might have something to do besides lying on these lounge chairs for the next two hours."
"Is that your pair of shorts on the table?" the voice asked.
"Yes it is," he answered.
"Is your wallet in one of the pockets?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered.