Disclaimer: The following story is true, however the names have been changed for privacy. This is an incest fic that involves a father's sexual encounter with his daughter. Everyone in this story is either 18 or above.
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I helped bring down Dani's two bags to the front door while she was putting some of her makeup into her bag. Since the bags also contained a few clothes she would need for the trip to Langkawi, she was making sure that her handbag held her passport and a printed e-ticket with the brand new date when she would be leaving out of the States. All this time, I hadn't seen or heard from Marini. I knew she had at least seen me eating Dani's pussy with a passion — her blush when she saw me closing the door to the master bedroom said just as much. And honestly, I didn't feel as if there was anything wrong with that. I wasn't angry at her — although I had no idea how Dani would take it - but I wasn't angry. I wasn't even disappointed.
I hadn't really noticed Marini as anyone more than my daughter until I realised that she had seen Dani and I fucking each other. Of course I love Marini, and I would give her the best life that I possibly could, and be everything to her that a father should be... but I never saw myself as anything more than that. But as I stood at the door, with Dani's bags at my feet, my thoughts kept on going back to what it would be like to see Marini on her knees, my cock in her mouth as she looked up at me. I wondered what it would be like to lean her against the large glass window in our resort chalet that looked out towards the sea, her tits squashed against the glass as her hard breath steamed the glass while I shoved my cock in and out of her pussy.
"Marini!" Dani's call for our daughter pulled me out of my thoughts, the last image in my mind being the sight of my cum spattered on Marini's chest. I shook my head before looking up to the sight of my wife in a dark blue blouse and trousers walking down with a bag hanging on her shoulder. Behind her was Marini - her hair was freely framing her face, her eyes glancing at me before quickly looking away with a slight blush on her cheeks. She was wearing the same clothes she had on when I came home - a knee length T-Shirt and a pair of black leggings. When she was looking away from me and talking to her mother as they both stepped down onto the floor, I glanced at Marini's body; I could see the outline of the bra she was wearing underneath the shirt, but from where I was standing I couldn't make out if she was wearing panties under the leggings.
I saw Dani turn and kiss Marini on the cheek before telling her to be safe on the flight, "I'll see you soon. Enjoy some papa-daughter time, okay?"
I wanted to laugh out loud. Instead I chuckled mentally while thinking, 'you have no idea what kind of papa-daughter time I want with Marini.' Dani kissed Marini again on her left cheek before she turned and rushed over when the Uber we called honked its horn. Dani rolled her eyes upwards as I picked up the bags. The both of us then walked out of the front door and down the walkway to the pavement where the grey coloured car was waiting. Reaching the boot, I placed the bags inside, closed it, kissed Dani one last time before we would meet in Langkawi once again, and then I watched her get into the car, which then drove away. I waved when Dani turned back on her seat and waved through the rear window. The driver made a left turn, and the car was out of my line of sight.
Turning towards the door, I didn't see Marini standing there. As I walked up the walkway to the front door, a scene was playing on my mind where Marini and Dani were both naked - my daughter had her fingers around my cock shaft while Dani was slow dancing to a rhythmic tune as one article of clothing after another was discarded. By the time I entered through the front door, I could feel blood being pumped into my cock - I could feel my cock hardening slowly, the shaft struggling to escape the confines of the boxers I was wearing under my jeans. I closed the front door, I made sure it was loud enough for the sound to be heard by Marini in her room. I then started to head for the stairs, there were still a lot of things I wanted to do - the first being that I wanted so much to just go to Marini's room, swing open the door, and just tear off her clothes while the two of us fucked like uncivilised animals. It would be so easy... especially since the next thing I knew, I was standing outside Marini's closed door.
I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to taste her... that I wanted to do all matter of perverted things to her. So many images swirled around in my mind as I reached out to knock on her door; images of Marini lying on her bed with a welcoming expression on her face, there was also an image of Dani lying on our bed with her legs spread open, followed by an image of both Dani and Marini together — the three of us on a large bed just fucking away. In my imagination, the bed broke because it couldn't take what was happening on the mattress as the three of us just took each other like hungry animals.
Then as my knuckles knocked against the door, I pulled myself out of those images and mentally told myself to cool it.
"Sweetheart," I said leaning in towards the door. I heard the creak of the bed from the other side of the room, and that sound brought back a fantasy of Marini riding me as her bed creaked non-stop - her moans unable to drown out the sound of the mattress springs and the bed frame creaking. I shook that image, which lasted for a few seconds, away before continuing, "I know you saw me and Dani, do you want to talk about it?"
I wanted to go in there and tear her clothes off before screwing her until she couldn't walk properly.
And it was Marini's sweet voice that pulled me out of those thoughts once again, "Not right now, papa."
I sighed, wondering if it was a good idea to even bring what she had seen up. No, I thought to myself, I needed to bring it up. The question was if now was the right time.
'Of course it is the right time,' a voice in the back of my mind said. And a large part of me agreed.
"Marini," I said as the bed creaked again, "are you sure? I don't know how much you saw, or... well, how much you heard, but... it's a little awkward... I know..." At the same time, I was thinking to myself that I needed her. Knowing that Marini saw me slamming into her mother was driving me up the wall. I needed to do something.
"Later, papa," she repeated. I nodded my head before taking a step back from the door. Sighing, I rubbed the back of my head while saying that we had a few hours to kill before we had to leave for the airport. I told her that she needed to be packed by then, and that I had our passports prepared and ready in my room. When I finished talking, there was a few seconds of silence before I heard, "Okay."
I kept busy by doing my own things in the master bedroom - I was just packing some shirts, trousers, shorts, and a few others things that would at least get me through the first night. The original plan was that, as a family, we would have dinner at the over-water Thai restaurant after checking in at the Berjaya Resort. We were then going to spend the next day sightseeing and doing some shopping — mostly shopping. That was the plan. But even without Dani, Marini and I would go to the restaurant while I'd book another night for us as a family. The door to my room was open while I packed the things I needed; I even heard Marini's door open before hearing the footsteps that I thought was coming towards my room. Instead, the footsteps seemingly turned away towards the stairs. I then spent several minutes making sure that my power banks were charging; that my camera batteries were charging, and that my phone was charging. I then double checked the list I made of what I needed; made sure the passports were in place, the e-tickets were printed, I made sure that the large note that read "DO NOT FORGET POWERBANKS & BATTERIES!!!" was still at my eye level after being stuck to the mirror.
Fifteen minutes later, as I was locking the suitcase, I heard footsteps walking up the stairs once again. My back was to the door to the master bedroom and I turned when a soft voice called for me.
"Papa," Marini was standing at the entrance to my room with two cups of steaming hot cocoa. I gave her a smile as I strode towards the entrance and then reached out for, and grabbed one of the mugs. With everything I needed to bring with me on the trip packed and ready to go (except for the batteries, the power bank, and my phone), I now could place all my attention on my daughter who then went on to say, "I'm sorry."
That was a surprise for me. And I think my voice indicated my surprise, "For what?"
"I heard you and mom laughing when I was talking to Kara," she began. It was then I realised she was talking about walking in on me and Dani. Apparently, she saw the door to the master bedroom close. She was about to close her door again when she heard a thud — which was me being pushed back against the wall by Dani before she began her always fantastic blowjob. I remember seeing Marini's face turned red as she walked around me and sat down on the chair in front of the dressing table where Dani would put on her make-up. She placed the cup on the table while I took a sip out of the mug in my hand. I like seeing Marini blush as she spoke about how she thought that maybe one of us had fallen. She rushed to the door and was about to call for me or Dani when she recounted, "she said that she'll have 'It' now..."
