Capítulo 3834: SHHHH, MOMMY WILL HEAR YOU
It can be said that circumstances lead to debauchery. That would be my excuse. First I would like to introduce all of the parties involved. It's important to note the word "All," it's an intricate part of this story.
Megan and I (John) have been married many years. On the day my story begins, our daughter Lexi was 11 years old. Megan and I were both Professors at a local University. Because we were anticipating many changes in our personal lives, I decided to take a sabbatical. The first of those "changes" was that we expected to close escrow on a new home. As a result, Lexi was to begin attending 7th grade at a new Junior High School. Yes, eleven years is very young to be entering 7th grade, but she was advanced in 2nd grade.
I remember that day, as it was life changing. It was 7:30 in the morning when I dropped Lexi off in front of the Administrative building. She gave me the obligatory kiss on the cheek. I couldn't help but notice she was much smaller than many of the kids in the crowd; however, soon she disappeared into a sea of kids. Just as I was pulling out of the parking lot my cell phone rang. It was our real estate agent informing me that the home we were expecting to move into had burnt to the ground . Authorities suspected arson because of an ongoing labor dispute with the builder.
Here we were, completely packed and ready to move within the week. The sale of our existing home was due to close escrow in 10 days. We were legally homeless. My mind was spinning as I tried to determine multiple options to present to Megan. I didn't want to burden her with this distressing news at work, so I decided to wait until the evening to drop this bombshell.
I had to see for myself how bad the damage was, so I drove over and it couldn't have been worse. The only thing standing were the two fireplaces. The neighborhood was still filled with fire trucks, police and nosey neighbors. I located one of the detectives and he confirmed what my agent had told me. Two evenings prior another of this construction companies sites were struck. In those cases, little damage had been done. I guess practice makes perfect, even for arsonists.
When I went to pick up Lexi from school, I notice she had been crying. She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but in the interest of understanding the progression of this story, I will tell you now so that we can move forward. Later that night I learned that Lexi, being almost two years younger than most of her classmates, was embarrassed and made fun of in gym class. More specifically, the showers. It's not necessary to go into details, we all have been on, either the giving end, or most likely receiving end, of this type of taunting. The rest of the day for Lexi was met with continued harassment and telling her she should go back to kindergarten.
Lexi dropped her boxes on the floor of the entry foyer and ran to her bedroom ignoring me. She punched and dodged between all of the packed moving boxes. I guess she used them to get out some of the anger she was feeling. I just fell into my chair. It wasn't really a chair, more of a loveseat for two; however, the macho in me insists on calling it my "chair." It is high-backed and covered in real leather. Most importantly, it reclines. A perfect place to sit in the evening after a long day and read one of the many books from our private library while imbibing a nice shot of whiskey or bourbon.
I just sat there staring into space, debating our options. We could probably stall the closing of the sale of this home. Who would be so cruel as to get "legal" with someone who just lost the home they were suppose to move into. We could rent an apartment, or other home while waiting for our home to be rebuilt. That seemed the most likely option, but living out of boxes for six months wouldn't be appealing to Megan or Lexi. Maybe we should look to buy an existing home. It wasn't long before I dozed off.
Time quickly passed and when I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5:30 and Megan was 30 minutes late. It was only because she was always prompt did I even take notice. At the very least, she would call to let me know she was going to be late. I called her cell and I got a recording that said, "this number is temporarily out of service." My heart jumped. We were on the same mobile plan, so why wasn't her phone working? I hung up and started to call the University when my phone rang. It was campus security informing me that Megan had been the victim of a car jacking. She was alright, but they managed to get her purse and cell phone.
"Oh John, I am so sorry. They took my keys, they have our address and house keys....." She cried into the phone. I did my best to calm her, but she wouldn't listen to anything I said. Finally I convinced her to put the Security Director back on the phone. He agreed to send a car to the house to protect it while Lexi and I came to pick Megan up.
The next 24 hours was a nightmare. I won't bother you with the details of changing locks and canceling credit cards. The bottom line is that Megan and I decided we'd had enough of "civilization," if you wanted to call it that. We decided to move to some remote community in the Northwest. We didn't know where yet, but somewhere we could live in peace and quiet.
Chapter 2.
We drove several hundred miles, and then several hundred more, before we reached a small town of about 30,000 people. It was late in the evening, so we checked into a nice little motel and went out to dinner. As we settled into our room for the evening, Lexi went to take a shower. Megan began taking off her clothes getting ready for bed. She always wore the sexiest bras and thong panties. Although at that time it had been over 15 years since we had married, she still got me hard just looking at her.
Megan is a fitness "nut." To this day she works out regularly. She is 5'-3" weighs around 105 pounds with barely any fat on her body. Because of that, she had breast enhancement after giving birth to Lexi. She went from a 32B to a 36D. If her breasts didn't turn heads, her biceps and triceps did. Even though she was almost 40 years old at that time, she looked 15 years younger. Combine that with her skin tone of being middle eastern decent, dark hair and eyes. Little else needs to be said, she is beautiful. I pushed Megan back on the bed as she tried to dissuade me by reminding me Lexi was there.
"Yea, but you know how long it takes her to take a shower, we could do it twice in that amount of time," I grinned an fake evil grin at her.
"Ok, but when we hear that shower shut off, you are done whether you are or not. Get my drift?" She said. I had my head between her legs before she could finish her sentence.
"Ohhhhh gawd John, that feels so fuckin' good." she moaned. "I didn't realize how much I needed this after our long drive today. DAMN!"
Megan always keeps her pussy mound waxed. I love that I can go down on her and enjoy her juices without getting little hairs in my mouth. I looked up and her bra was still in place holding her boobs in a position that defied gravity. Just as she was on the edge of her first orgasm I pulled back and climbed on top of her. My cock easily slipped into her wet and ready pussy. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and continued hard and fast thrusts. With each thrust she reacted with contorted facial expressions. I was aware of our limited time and there was no way I'd be deprived at this point. With one hand I unsnapped the front clasp of her lacy bra. Her breasts sprang forth and I began pinching her dark nipples causing them to become erect, which only encouraged more pulling and pinching. It always worked as Megan turned her head away from me, eyes rolling back in her head, body tensing in painful, yet extreme pleasurable orgasm. I shot stream after stream of cum into her slick pussy causing her to cum once again. Wave after wave of pleasure, her taught ab muscles contracting.
Just then we heard the shower shut off. "Get off me, get off me," Megan pleaded. Her strength for her petite size always amazes me. I rolled off her and she quickly covered her body with the sheet. I slipped on my boxer shorts just as Lexi opened the bathroom door. My semi hard cock, covered in sticky pussy juice wasn't cooperating, so I sat down on the bed and put a pillow in my lap. We couldn't see her around the corner in the bathroom, but she said, in her usual bubbly voice, "It's steamy in here making me all hot and sweaty. What are you guys doing?"
We just laughed and said in unison, "Nothing."
Lexi settled into her bed and we turned on the TV for a couple of hours. Finally Lexi and Megan both seemed to have drifted off to sleep, so I shut off the TV and turned off the light next to my side of the bed. As always, I was hard and horny. After all, it had been almost two hours since my cock had been satisfied. Not really expected to get her cooperation; nonetheless, I spooned Megan reaching underneath her pajama top to fondle her breasts. Although her nipples said otherwise, she pushed my hand away with no need to explain. Yes, Lexi was in the bed next to us, but she was asleep. I just wanted to cop a feel before I jerked off. Teasing, I whispered into her ear, "I want some grapefruit." I thought I had said it quietly, but obviously not quiet enough, that is when we realized Lexi was still awake. The silence of the night was broken. "Daddy, you can't have grapefruit now, you have to wait until breakfast," Lexi giggled.
I realized that jerking off wasn't going to be an option tonight. I wasn't one to go into the bathroom to "take care of business." Instead, I turned over onto my stomach forcing my hard cock into my belly. I thought of humping one of the pillows, but decided that would be even more obvious. I turned my mind from my groin to what we might find when we explore what could potentially become our new home. Eventually I fell into a deep sleep.
Not one to change her routine, even though she didn't have to be at work, I felt Megan get out of bed. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 4:30. I decided that if I was going to get any pussy today, this would be my only opportunity. I was very quiet to get up, not wanting to wake Lexi, I waited until I heard the shower turn on and slipped into the bathroom.
"What took you so long?" Megan laughed.
"I hope you didn't start without me?" I tried to pretend I was kidding, but actually I was hoping she had. What we needed right now was a quickie, and although I always try to be a gentleman, sometimes there just isn't time.
"I started last night after you fell asleep. I've been playing with my pussy off and on for almost six hours," She said as I soaped and massaged her beautiful firm boobs. No husband should ever tell his wife that her boobs are too small, so I was happy when she decided on her own to get the plastic surgery. Every time I saw them I thought to myself, these are every teenage boy's wetdream.
"Ok, turn around and bend over," I commanded pushing her in a way to hasten her movement into position. She did as I commanded and with one thrust I was completely inside her. She gasped as the tip of my cock hit her cervix. I reached around and continued to massage her ample breasts as she moaned. I enjoyed the feeling of my cock being completely enveloped. The muscles of her pussy constricting in an attempt to keep me from withdrawing, only to be thrust into again causing those same muscles to retreat.
Megan began rubbing her clit, occasionally massaging my balls. I felt her body tense and experience taught me that I'd better hold her around her waist or she might slip and fall in the shower. I could hold it no longer and thrust one final time spewing my cum deep inside her. Feeling the warmth of my cum, she let out a muffled "Oh fuckin' gawd holy shit" and began to cum. I couldn't help but laugh as she started slipping around the shower as her orgasm overtook her body, her knees buckling. I pulled my cock out with the sound of a plop. I gently lowered her to the floor of the shower where she could sit and enjoy the waves of her orgasms. I stood in front of the shower head to keep it from hitting her in the face.
When she finally smiled at me with a look of satisfaction, I handed her the tiny bar of soap. "I think your pussy made a mess on my cock. Don't you think you should clean it up?" I mocked sternness.
"We need to conserve this tiny bar of soap. I think my mouth should clean it up, don't you?" She said, opening her mouth wide. As Megan took my semi-hard cock into her mouth, she played with my balls. Soon, I was hard again. Now my knees were beginning to buckle so a sat on the edge of the tub, legs spread apart. I held the back of Megan's head and her mouth swallowed me completely. It took a while since I had already shot one load into a Megan's pussy, but within a couple of minutes I shot what little bit I had left into her mouth.
"Worth the wait?" She smiled and winked.
I didn't reply vocally, instead I showed her. I kissed her deeply tasting my own cum as I sucked on her tongue. By now, water from the shower was going everywhere. We hadn't noticed. "Now I have to finish my shower. Can you clean up that water sweetie?" she said pulling back the shower curtain. How could I refuse the love of my life, I thought to myself.
After drying off and putting my robe back on, I quietly entered the room. To my surprise, Lexi was awake watching cartoons. She was snacking on a cookie leftover from the night before. I crawled back into bed, completely satisfied and drifted off to sleep. Before I knew it, Megan was asking me if I wanted to get up. It was a rhetorical question, I knew full well. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Almost 7. And Lexi said she's hungry." Like that's a big surprise, Megan rolled her eyes so that Lexi couldn't see her. I got up, went to the bathroom and threw on some clothes. Being a guy, it only took me five minutes. I didn't bother to shave. As we walked out the door of the motel room, Lexi looked up at me and asked if I was still wanting grapefruit like I did the night before. Megan and I laughed. "Probably not," I told her.
After a satisfying breakfast, we went to meet the real estate agent I spoke to on the phone. We made all of the necessary introductions. Because the property we were going to look at was over 40 mountainous miles outside of town, the agent was lazy and just gave us the key. If you aren't back by 4, I'll send someone up to look for you. That caused Megan to look at me, eyes squinting in disbelief that we would be going so far into the wilderness that the need to dispatch a search party was a real possibility.
Chapter 3.
We unlocked the gate at, what we assumed, was the end of the road. Instead, it was the beginning of a mile long driveway up the side of a mountain. The real estate agent in town told us the structure was on the mild side of the mountain, meaning it was shielded from the harsh winter winds.
It looked like an old house and Megan laughed asking if we were going to change the name to "Green Acres." Reminiscent of the 70's sitcom about a big city couple who move into a run down, falling down farmhouse. I couldn't help but laugh. We jumped out of the truck and were amazed at how clean and crisp the air felt. The view from there was breath-taking. My research prior to arriving told me that we were approximately 6,500 feet in elevation. I would guess we could see 100 miles.
The "house" was a converted barn; although there was no evidence of any other structures ever being located on the site. The website said it was 40 feet x 60 feet in length with a loft on one end. Although very rustic, the massive frame and timber construction created an openness of the area had a lot of appeal. A place where family members could communicate without going room to room looking for each other. The floors were laid used brick. Very esthetically appealing.
Running from here to there, Lexi was exploring every inch of the house. As she started to climb the steps to the loft Megan shouted, "STOP!" Startling both Lexi and me. "Let Daddy make sure those steps and loft are safe," she added more calmly. As I looked them over, they appeared to be newly constructed from old material. I deemed them perfectly safe, and we all proceeded to the top.
I asked Lexi if she would like that to be her new bedroom. Overlooking the rest of the house, it's romantic appearance would enchant child and adult alike. It ran the width of the house and was about 20 feet across. She squealed at the prospect telling us where she would put her bed, and.... Just then she stopped in mid-sentence. "Where's the closet?" She asked in naively.
"There isn't one. I'll have to put up a bar for you to hang your cloths on," I told her.
"Cool. Then I don't have to mess with doors anymore," she smiled smugly with her hands on her hips.
"Where's the bathroom?" Megan asked, looking around.
"Well, maybe behind that door," I offered in suggestion. It was the only other door in the structure. The bathroom was small, but appeared to have the basic necessities, water and a flushing toilet. A claw foot bathtub sat on raised platform on one side.
The house was filled with building materials. Ceramic tile, drywall, paint and in the corner were a set of the Architectural blueprints. The plans had the seller's name on them. A name recognizable by anyone who had turned on a television in the last 20 years. They were very fancy, but it made me wonder why you would take a rustic house like this and try to turn it into a "silk purse." Why not just appreciate it for the beauty it holds within.
There was an old rock fireplace in the middle of the room and nearby was a very old black cast iron cooking stove. There were several small old wood tables scattered about. Sitting on one was an old CB radio and Shortwave Radio. They were plugged into an electric socket, so I walked around the outside of the house and located a small enclosed area with an electric generator. About 100 feet away was a propane tank. An old windmill turned slowly in the breeze. It supplied the well and 2000 gallon storage tank with pressure tank.
On the way back into town we discussed our options. Of course, Lexi was 100% behind the adventure. "It's so cool" were her exact words. Megan repeated her previous concerns. Mainly the logistics of it all. Once again, I reassured her that it would all work out and only the details needed to be worked out. When we got to the real estate office at 3:45 the agent seemed relieved that we made it back.
"So, what did you think?" He asked.
"Very nice. We have some concerns about the septic, well and generator, but I'm sure that can all be worked out. Let's write an offer. Do you mind if I borrow these blueprints? I will make copies when I get home and mail these back to you. I want to see what the seller intended to do to the place."
"No problem. I'm sure they have copies. So what would you like to offer?" He seemed very happy to be writing an offer.
After a few minutes of studying the plans I came to understand why they were finishing the home so much. It had to do with energy conservation. There was a need to insulate against the extreme cold, as well as install solar panels for electricity. Until that work was completed, there would be plenty of hardwood burning in the fireplace and cast iron stove. Thankfully, there was more than an adequate supply of cut wood in a storage shed on the property.
After reviewing the plans in more detail, I made a major decision to wrap the outside of the house with insulation, thus keeping the rustic look on the interior. I didn't really care what the exterior of the home looked like as long as we attained our objective of energy conservation.
Chapter 4.
Within a few weeks we were living in the middle of nowhere, or should I say, 40 miles outside of the middle of nowhere. I found the perfect place for my favorite chair. Next to the chair were the CB and Shortwave Radios. The stove was about five feet to the right of my chair, and near the loft where Lexi's room was set up, and even closer to where Megan and I placed our bed. This would supply sufficient heat during the upcoming winter season. Megan set her quilting and crafting area behind my chair so that she wasn't as close to the stove, but closer to our bed.Lexi and Megan began homeschooling. She helped her with History, Government, English, etc. I taught her Math, Science, etc. With our extensive library, there was no shortage of educational material. Life was never better. I had time to study astronomy and the clear dark sky was amazing.
We all worked on our new home with so much enthusiasm and fun. Even when things went wrong, it didn't seem such a big deal. We just laughed about it. I think the fact that other stresses of civilized life were absent. It was all "small stuff." I think it can best be explained to the reader like this. Have you ever tried to get a home improvement project completed over a weekend because you had to get ready for work the next day? The phone ringing, the neighbors knocking on your door, etc. Now imagine if there were no clock or calendar, no phones or neighbors. It gets done when it gets done.
I would have to say our evenings were the best of times. We loved all of the seasons, each of which held their special magic. All year around it was cool enough to justify a fire in the fireplace. The wood stove was only used in late autumn, winter and early spring. After dinner I'd grab the current book I was readying and settle into my chair with a nice glass of whiskey. After cleaning the kitchen, Megan would begin working on either a quilt, or latest craft project. Lexi would grab a book of her own and settle down next to me under the cover of a nice handmade quilt. The quiet of the room broken only by the occasional chatter from one of the radios. We never communicated with them. I told the girls it wouldn't be safe letting people know we lived alone so isolated. Instead, we heard truckers talk about where they were going, and where they had been. There were a few embarrassing moments when one trucker or another would ask if anyone knew where he could get "a little pussy." The first time we heard that Lexi giggled. I never realized she knew such language. I looked at her and asked her if she knew what that meant. Her reply was a matter of fact response, "Daddy, I'm not a kid anymore." Regardless, she would always be a kid to me.
With such a good life, the years flew by quickly. One morning when I came inside to get some iced tea Megan said she needed to talk to me. It sounded serious, and since that was a strange emotion, I sat down at the dining room table. "What's the matter sweetie?" I asked.
"It's about Lexi. You know, she has been studying on a daily basis, not because she has to, but because she loves it so much, and this environment is very conducive to exploring. We never really kept track of what 'grade' she was in or gave her tests. Do you realize that if we still lived in the city she would be graduating from high school this year?"
"Isn't that hard to believe?" I added.
"Yes, she will be 18 next week and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday." she continued.
Now before I go on with that fateful conversation, I must interject this little bit of our family tradition. When we moved to this mountain, we decided that the typical trappings of civilization didn't make much sense. What good would a cell phone or fancy clothes do up here? Instead, we give of ourselves. Something handmade, or doing a loved one's chores for the day, or my favorite, breakfast in bed. Now back to the conversation.
"What did she say?" Relieved that this didn't seem to be as serious as first assumed.
"John, you and I both realize we moved up here for our benefit, as well as Lexi's. I can honestly say that the last 7 years have been the happiest in my life. I'm sure you feel the same way, and when I asked Lexi, she agreed."
By now, I was beginning to wonder where this was leading. There would be no purpose in stating the obvious, unless it wasn't the case after all. "Soooooo...." I encouraged her to go on.
"Lexi is lonely. Yes, she loves this life, but she hasn't been able to establish normal social relationships."
"Morgan, you know I love you and want you to always know you can talk to me, but I'm totally confused. What does Lexi not having friends have to do with her birthday wish? Does she want to visit someone, or move back to the city?" I asked somewhat frustrated at the fact that she seemed to be dancing around what she really wanted to tell me.
"Lexi said she needs to cuddle." Megan finally blurted out.
"Cuddle? Cuddle with who?"
"Lexi needs to cuddle with you and me."
"Morgan, you know that Lexi and I cuddle every night while we read our books and listen to the radios. Then we both tuck her into bed. What's wrong with that?" I asked.
"Lexi wants to cuddle while she falls asleep at night. She said she wishes she had someone to cuddle with when she goes to bed at night. She said it wasn't fair that I had you, and you had me at night when we go to bed. She feels lonely at night and...." She hesitated.
"Go on," I said, motioning with my hand.
"She said that many nights she cries herself to sleep wondering if she will ever have anyone to sleep with. She didn't want me to tell you that part. You know how strong she wants you to think she is."
"So, what are you suggesting?" I couldn't believe Megan would actually suggest Lexi share our marriage bed.
"What would you say to letting Lexi sleep with us? I know, I know, it will cut into your bedtime delight," Always trying to lighten the mood, Megan joked. "I'm sure after a few nights she will get bored and go back to her bed."
"I don't think that's a good idea for many reasons. Yes, I love her. After you, I don't love anyone more. I mean she's not six years old anymore and afraid of a thunderstorm." I protested.
"Come on, be a sport," she smiled. "If you change your mind later, we can end it. Until then, we go to bed, Lexi gets a few hugs and kisses on the cheek and she feels connected."
"But what about us sharing with each other?"
"John, you know that since we moved up here my libido has exploded. We've done it almost every time we are alone. Sometimes two or three times a day. I don't think you will be the least bit deprived in that department."
Knowing by now that I couldn't change her mind once it was made up, I nodded agreement. Something in my gut told me no good could come of this, but I guess we could try it.
Chapter 5.
Lexi's birthday was Saturday. As her present that morning, I brought her up a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows to her in bed. I told her she could sleep late, and I would do her chores. I couldn't believe that little girl of mine was now an adult.
"THANK YOU DADDY!" she squealed. I could tell she was more excited about the fact that it was her birthday than a small cup of hot chocolate. Regardless, it made me happy as she flung her arms around me and kissed my cheek. The rest of the day went on as usual, but that evening after dinner Megan presented Lexi with a cherry chip birthday cake in the shape of a heart.
"Lexi, for your birthday present, Daddy and I want to give you your wish. You can sleep with us on a trial basis. We will see how it works out for all of us."
"OH MOM! That's so spectacular. Thank you," she jumped up and hugged Megan.
I guess I looked less than enthusiastic because Lexi looked at me sheepishly, "Are you sure it's ok Daddy?"
Without answering her question, I reminded her, "You know you will always be my babygirl and I love you." I reached out my arms inviting a big hug, which I received.
That night it seemed a bit strange. Lexi made sure she was in our bed before us and took her place in the middle of our bed. When we climbed in a while later she began giggling like she did with she was little and knew she had gotten away with something. First she jumped on Megan kissing her cheeks and hugging her tight. When Megan finally convinced her to stop, she turned to me and did the same thing.
Now, I had never thought of Lexi in a sexual way. I think nature wires a parents' brain to reject such thoughts. I'm not judging mind you, I am simply stating my opinion. I was use to getting sexual relief when I got into bed, so although I tried to think of many things, Lexi kissing and rubbing her body all over me caused a familiar stirring. My guess is; although it was never mentioned, Lexi felt my cock hardening between us. Abruptly she stopped what she was doing and settled down for a night's sleep.
The next evening Lexi took the situation more in stride. We all gave each other hugs and kisses goodnight and fell asleep. Well, everyone fell asleep except me. I had a hard cock causing me discomfort. After about 30 minutes of considering my options, I decided the most secluded place to jerk off was the loft. Otherwise known as Lexi's bedroom. I quietly climbed the stairs. The room was dark as I laid on her bed. I pulled out my cock and reached for a tissue on her nightstand. I laughed at the irony that I had to jerk off in her bed to avoid sexual contact while she slept in mine. After load after load of cum squirted into the tissue, I relaxed a while, then I pulled my boxer shorts back up carrying my used tissue with me, and climbed back into bed next to Lexi as she slept quietly.
This routine continued for about a week more or less. I have to admit that during the day I no longer looked at Lexi as a little girl. Her body was still very petite, but sexy. She has slender hips and small but obvious breasts. I would guess that, at that time, she weighed less than 100 lbs. Her natural blond hair lay just below her shoulder blades. She kept it in a single ponytail. She got her blue eyes from me. More than anything it was her ability to smile and melt my heart. Now when she climbed into my chair in the evening, I actually enjoyed her hugs and playful teasing.
The room was lit by a full moon. Maybe that is what caused me to behave in a manner completely foreign to my personality, character and morals. As Lexi lay still next to me on our bed, her breathing normal for someone asleep, I couldn't help but notice her chest rising and falling in gentle waves. The top two buttons of her pajama top were undone, and if the third button were to come undone, it would expose the curve of her milky white breast. I lay there for several minutes staring before I got the courage to reach over and undo that button. I quickly pulled back waiting for a response, but she lay silent.
Once again, I reached over and pulled back the flimsy fabric of her top and could see the complete roundness of her small right breast. Although it was small, it stood proudly on her chest. It reminded me of a pure scoop of vanilla ice cream. Knowing I was the first man to ever set eyes on such beauty caused my heart to race even faster. I could see her nipple, but did not have access to it. I noticed there were only two more buttons holding her sweet tender flesh secure from my assault. I made the fateful decision to undo those last two buttons. I'm sure it happened quicker than my mind is now replaying it. Still no noticeable movement from my Sleeping Beauty.
Like a lion stalking his prey, I lifted the fabric, first the right side, then the left, completely exposing both breasts and the innocent pink nipples which were not erect. I decided that Lexi was a sound sleeper and unless I jarred her significantly, she would remain asleep. Using my index finger I touch her left nipple, which was closest to me. I then moved my finger from the nipple and began making circles with my finger around her light pink areola. Slowly her nipple buds began to rise, not unlike my cock. They were so sweet and innocent, and I was humbled at the thought that, once again, I was the only man who had ever touched them. I wanted to suck on my own flesh and blood more than anything, but feared the chaos which might ensue should I be caught. Instead, I decided to lick the tip of my finger. With it moist, I returned to touch her pert little bud.
Not long after her nipples rose to their ultimate arousal, I noticed Lexi's breathing begin to increase in rhythm. I decided to minimize exposure of my actions, by minimizing her exposure to my prying eyes and finger. I pulled first the right side of her pajama top over her, then the left. As Lexi began to stir, I decided not to take any more chances, so I only buttoned the third button. My thinking was that as long as her breasts were not exposed when she awoke, she would not be suspicious.
On the other hand, my cock was now harder than it had been the previous few nights and I decided that unless I obtained some sort of self release, I would not enjoy a minute of restful sleep. I slowly pulled myself out of bed, and pulling a few tissues from the box, went to sit in my usual chair instead of Lexi's bed.
Viewing Lexi's tender breasts in my mind's eye, I reached inside the fly of the boxer shorts I was wearing and began to slowly stroke my cock. I knew it was wrong to invade my daughter's privacy by lecherous means, but what was done, was done. I would have to have a talk with Megan in the morning telling her I changed my mind. It was not ok for Lexi to cuddle with us in our bed. I continued jerking off wondering what it would have been like to suck on her tiny nipples. How would she react? Does she ever masturbate? What does she think of when she does? I justified my evil thoughts of Lexi by imagining they were thoughts she had of me while playing with her virginal pussy.
I went back to bed after taking a quick shot of bourbon. Lexi and Megan were still asleep, only this time, Lexi was on her stomach. I was actually happy that further temptation had been removed. I did take notice of her tiny pajama shorts. I wondered if she also wore panties to bed. I decided to stop thinking those nasty thoughts. It seemed that no sooner had I fallen asleep, the rooster began to crow. I knew it was time to start the day, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but dwell on how I had changed in one single evening. I could no longer challenge anyone on their moral beliefs as I had abandoned mine at the slightest temptation.
Chapter 6.
The next morning started as usual. I was the first one awake and got up to prepare a pot of coffee for the girls and me. Sometimes I would prepare some blueberry muffins, today seemed a good day to do that again. I fixed the coffee and had my first cup before the muffins came out of the oven. For the first time ever, I realized the top of a muffin somewhat resembles the curvature of a young woman's breast. One little blueberry was centered in the middle of the muffin. I couldn't help but lick it a few times in mock erotic movement. Another crow of the rooster brought me out of my trance. After a few cups of coffee I got dressed and went outside to begin my daily chores.
Later that morning Megan brought me out a nice glass of iced tea and I took a short break. The whole morning, the events of last night weighed heavy on my mind. Of course, I couldn't tell Megan how I had violated Lexi, but decided there was no time like the present to give her my thoughts. That would give her the rest of the day to break the news to Lexi before bedtime. Lexi has always been a good girl, but at the same time, she has me wrapped around her little finger.
"I think I've changed my mind," I sort of just blurted out.
"About what?" Megan asked smiling at me.
"Lexi sleeping in our bed at night to 'cuddle'" I replied. I've never been able to deprive my girls anything which seemed reasonable and, a change in sleep arrangements, at the time I agreed to them, even though I believed it was a bad idea, it wasn't completely unreasonable.
"What made you change your mind?"
"Well, it deprives us of our 'alone' time." I pretended to be busy working on a small motor to avoid eye contact.
"Translation, you don't get any when she's in our bed," My wife laughed at me at the same time poking a finger in my side to let me know she was playing with me. "You know we can continue to do that at other times of the day like we do now." She added in an attempt to get me to change my mind.
"Yes, I know, but after all of these years, it is very comforting to be close to you right before falling asleep," This time I looked her straight in the eye. I was very serious about this, and she could tell.
"Ok, I'll tell Lexi that tonight she has to go back to her own bed. Don't worry any more about it." Megan said. Her words fading as she walked back toward the house. I just couldn't understand why this arrangement was so important to Megan.
As evening fell, we continued our usual routine. Lexi acted her normal self, so I was not sure if Megan had explained things to her. We finished our dinner, and I selected a book from the library, stoked the fire as I settled into my chair. Megan finished the dishes and went to work on her latest quilt.
A while later, as was typical, Lexi came down from her room and snuggled under the quilt with me. My heart started beating faster. Not for any particular reason other than the guilt I felt for violating this sweet girls body the night before. I tried to act normal and kept reading my book. I noticed Lexi had a book of her own, but didn't notice what her latest selection was. I reached over and turned on the CB and Shortwave radios for our typical nightly entertainment.
About 20 minutes had passed when Lexi, under the quilt, took my hand. That wasn't unusual, so I just let her hold it as she snuggled close to me. What shook me to the core was when she whispered quietly, "I was awake last night when you touched my boobies."
"OH LEXI...." I said with a start.
She interrupted me and whispered, "Shhh, Mommy will hear you."
Lowering my voice, as though it were my obligation to follow Lexi's instructions. "I'm so sorry, and I feel so ashamed. I promise I will never do anything...." Again, she stopped me in mid-apology.
"It's ok Daddy, I didn't mind. But why did you stop?" She whispered. Then as quickly as she asked that question, she moved my hand. I wasn't even paying attention to that, as my mind raced through possible consequences I might face. Would Megan shoot me? Divorce me?
My eyes widened as Lexi moved my hand. I felt the familiar feel of pubic hair. I jerked my hand, but obviously anticipating that I might do that, Lexi held it firm to her pussy mound. Again, I said aloud, "LEXI, I'M NOT...." Again she whispered, "Shhh, Mommy will hear you."
In my ear she continued, "Why didn't you touch me here last night Daddy? It feels so much better to me than my boobies." She pushed my hand down and I sensed her legs had been spread even further apart. With the skill of someone familiar with self pleasure, she pushed my middle finger between the folds of her pussy. She was extremely warm and moist. Her body stiffened slightly and she moaned softly.
"See Daddy, that feels so good to me. Why did you stop with my boobies last night?" She asked so innocently.
I couldn't believe I was less than 10 feet from my wife with my daughter forcing my finger into her tight pussy. I was actually being blackmailed into violating her. If I tried to stop, would Lexi make a scene? I could only imagine what Megan would think if Lexi jumped up, her pussy exposed, my cock hard as a rock and my finger smelling of sweet virgin pussy juice. She would then tell her Mom that I touched her breasts and nipples last night when I thought she was asleep. In the best scenario, divorce papers, and not bullets, would be flying. I decided it would be in my best interest to obey my daughter.
"I shouldn't have done that to you Lexi. I was wrong. This is wrong." I tried to sound convincing; however, by now my finger was moving in and out of her moistness. "You know this is wrong Lexi, don't you?"
"I don't think it is. Mom always told me you shouldn't have sex unless you love someone. I love you Daddy. Don't you love me?"
Lexi shifted her body slightly and I mistook her move as an order to "cease and desist." I quickly pulled my finger from between her now closed legs."You don't have to stop Daddy, if you don't want to. I like it." Lexi whispered in an almost seductive voice. Then she continued by fishing my hard cock from my boxers. My body instinctively pulled back, knowing I would surely be going to Hell. "I saw what you did last night with your cock after you played with my boobies. Does it feel as good to you as when I play with my pussy?"
"Uh hmmm" was all I could utter. Slowly she stroked it up and down very slowly. Every once in a while she would stop and massage my aching balls. My mind went from conscious, that my wife was only a few feet from what was happening, to the subconscious fact that never in my life had I needed to cum as bad as I did now. Only the high back of the chair kept our sins from view. During one of the latter moments I grunted to Lexi, "Do it faster." She didn't answer me, but obeyed my wishes. Within less than a minute cum was shooting out of my cock as it never had before.
"Shhh, Mommy will hear you" brought me back to reality. "You're jerking the chair Daddy." Lexi giggled as she squeezed the last remaining drops from my cock. I don't know why, of all things, the fact that this quilt was now covered in cum worried me most. I think my defense would be that I was legally insane by this point.
"Is that your cum that came out?" Lexi asked.
"Yea. Sorry I made such a mess," was all I could offer. What happened next was like something from the best porn DVD. Lexi pulled her cum covered hand from underneath the quilt and looked at it for a second before licking the palm of her hand.
"Tastes kinda salty," was her only innocent observation. Then she started sucking each of her fingers in the most erotic manner before sticking her hand back under the cover and collecting more. "This is the same stuff that created me Daddy, don't you think that is cool?"
Repeating her was all I could think to do at the moment, "Yea, cool." It had been over 20 years since my cock stayed hard after cumming. I'm sure most men remember those days fondly. Always hard when we were teenagers. I was now reliving those days.
"Now it's my turn Daddy," Lexi said as she pulled her body on top of mine. I tried to push her off, but as she had said many times before, "Shhh, Mommy will hear you." She lay prone so that her Mom wouldn't wonder what she was doing. Like a pro, she reached between us and adjusted my cock so that the tip was lodged tightly between her pussy lips. Without moving her upper body, she squirmed, swayed and wiggled her hips so that slowly inch after inch of my cock entered her virgin pussy. I was worried about what her reaction would be when my cock broke her hymen. I didn't have to wait long. She tensed her body and biting her lower lip she push herself once, her face falling to my chest. Looking me in the face for the first time that evening, a small tear rolled down her cheek. I kissed it and she smiled. As wicked as I felt for what I had started, my heart felt glad that I was able to share this special moment with her.
We had gone this far, and I decided there no unringing of this bell, so I moved my hand from the small of her back to the silky softness of her butt cheeks. It amazed me that I could completely hold her this way with one hand. I guess since I never thought of her in a sexual manner, I never took particular notice of how petite she was. I ran one of my fingers between her butt cheeks and Lexi started moaning as she lay her head on my chest. She planted sweet kisses on my neck and she gyrated her pelvis on my cock. All I can say is that fucking must be instinctive because she worked it like she had been doing it a lifetime.
"This feels so good Daddy. Thank you for letting me do it with you. I watched you and Mommy do this so much that I wanted to feel what it was like." Just then she lifted herself off of my chest, completely in view of Megan. She began to moan and bounce on my cock ramming it in as deep as it would go, shifting from right to left, her body tensing. This girl had gone totally wild on my cock. I recognized it as the beginning of an orgasm, and tried to pull her back down, out of sight. Not that it would have mattered as she began saying in a loud voice, "Oh gawd Daddy, this feels sooooo goooood. Oh geeze I think I'm going to die. It feels so wonderful. Oooooooooo... Awwwwwww... Uggggggggg and as her body started shaking, and her eyes rolled back in her head. If it hadn't been for the fact that her vaginal muscles were constricting on my cock and that I held on to her tiny waist, I am sure her body would have lifted off like a tiny little rocket. As her orgasm subsided she collapsed on top of me. Trying to catch her breath she gasped over and over, "That was so amazing. I loved it. Soooo good."
I couldn't see behind me, so I had no idea what Megan was doing, and why she was so quiet. Had she left the house? Retrieving a rifle? My curiosity was soon satisfied when Lexi once again lifted up and looking toward where her Mom would normally be sitting, she said, "You were right Mom, that was so amazing. Thank you for sharing Daddy with me."
"WHAT?" I tried to get up, but Lexi was still laying on me and being reclined as I was, I wasn't able. Megan was in on the whole incestuous blackmail escapade? I quickly changed from being afraid to angry.
"Ok Lexi, that's enough. You'd better go take a shower, I need to talk to your Mom." I forcefully pulled her body off of me. I was sincerely pissed that I had been used and tricked.
"Ok Daddy, but we can do this again, can't we? Pleeeeze" she begged.
"I don't know. Maybe." I wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying as I stood, wrapping the quilt around myself, glaring at Megan.
"Good, because I want to try all of these," Lexi said, handing me the book she had brought with her earlier in the evening. It was a copy of Kama Sutra. I looked at the book not believing my innocent little girl had been looking at that book. I stared at her tiny little butt as she skipped toward the bathroom.
I glared at my Megan. "What the fuck is going on?" I never used profanity, especially to my wife. I don't think I had ever been more angry in my life. "Yes, I admit I did something last night that was unforgivable; however, using that action as an opportunity to blackmail me into fucking my own daughter.....your daughter... That is so low it can't be described. Was the idea of Lexi sharing our bed a way of leading me into temptation?" I shouted at Megan. "You knew it would cut me off from sex with you at night, and instead you placed our innocent daughter between us. What the fuck did you think would happen? Are you that sick?"
Megan began sobbing. "I didn't think about everything. I knew that Lexi was being deprived of natural social activities. She grew up without anyone her age. I know we did what we thought was best, when we did it, but Lexi was a child at only 11 years old. All she cared about back then was her own little world. Of course she was happy. No school, no teasing by peers, no responsibilities, other than those we gave her. What child wouldn't love that life?"
Everything she said was true; however, that didn't excuse her setting me up for something as serious as incest. "So when did you realize this and why didn't you talk to me about it?" I asked. No, I pleaded. "You know you can always talk to me."
"Yes, I know I have always been able to talk to you. This happened over time. Yes, I was with Lexi as she entered puberty, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She started her period, her breasts began to grow along with the usual hair. There was nothing to talk to you about. You never even seemed to notice she was turning into a woman. When we stocked up on supplies, I just made sure we bought extra feminine products for Lexi. It wasn't until this last year that Lexi would ask questions like, "Do you think I'll ever get married?" I told her that of course she would. A few days or weeks later she made a simple comment, but it cut through my heart. She said, "Being all alone up here, I don't think I'll ever have a boyfriend."
"Are you ready to move back to civilization?" Megan asked, knowing the answer before she asked it. "Then are you going to throw your innocent daughter alone out into the world to fend for herself?" She knew that answer too. "Then, what do you suggest?" throwing her hands into the air in mock resignation.
"I don't know. I'll have to give it some thought," was all I could offer.
"Well, while you are taking your time to think about it, remember that Lexi is no longer your 'babygirl.' She's a grown young woman with sexual needs which someone needs to meet. You are the only man she has known. When she started puberty and learning about physiology, you were the only man around her. You have taken care of her and met all of her needs. She only knows her love for you. Is that someone going to be you? Or are you going to deprive her of the pleasures of sex, the same sex you crave, desire and even sulk about when you aren't getting it? I guess the choice is yours." Megan walked away.
Once again, she turned something she did wrong into something I had to apologize for. Just then Lexi came out of the bathroom, her blond hair still damp from her shower. She came up to me for one of my usual bear hugs.
"Daddy, can you tell me about the first time you had sex?" She asked while reaching into the opening of the quilt I still had around me. By now my cock had softened, but just the touch of it by her tiny hand brought it back to life once again. "Daddy, I haven't really got to see what it looks like up close. Is it ok?" I sat my butt on the arm of the chair as Lexi pulled the quilt from my grasp. "It's beautiful," she said looking up to me. Her crystal clear blue eyes fill with wonder and lust. Standing near our bed, Megan smiled at me. I had to smile back.
As Lexi continued to massage my balls and cock, she asked again. "Daddy, will you tell me about your first time?" Before I could answer she said, "You have a lot of hair here Daddy, don't you?"
That caused me to laugh, "Yes, I guess I do."
"Do you want me to trim it for you tomorrow?" she offered. "I try to keep mine trimmed. Do you like the way it looks? She asked standing and running her fingers through her blond public hair.
"Yea, you can trim it if you want, I guess. But for now, you need to get your hair dried before bed." The father in me came out for the first time that night.
As Lexi headed back to the bathroom, I went to talk to Megan. "I'm still not sure about this whole thing. Besides being illegal, there are a lot of moral issues. What if she becomes pregnant?"
"There are a lot of people who live perfectly normal lives in incestuous relationships. If she gets pregnant, then she will have a baby. Again, there are a lot of people without fins and two heads who are the product of incestuous relationships. It's not something you are considering, are you?" Megan looked at me as though that thought had already crossed my mind.
"Of course not!" What we are doing is bad enough. Bringing a baby into this situation is almost unforgivable.
"I'm just asking because I know you wanted more children."
"I wanted more children with YOU, not my daughter." Do you really think I'm as perverted as..... I stopped in mid-sentence.
"As me?" She knew what I was going to say.
"Well, you have to admit, this isn't the norm." I wanted to end the conversation acting smug while knowing full well that I was as culpable, if not more so. Megan would have none of that.
"Tell me, just now, didn't you enjoy having your cock worshiped by Lexi's innocent eyes. Her hands tenderly massaging your cock and balls as if they were the most valuable treasure? My guess is that you could teach her to give you amazing blowjobs, something you enjoy so much," she teased.
Just the thought caused my cock to once again get hard. Megan reached out and grabbed it, jerking it just enough to let me know she was in need of a little release herself. I pushed her back onto the bed. How could she not be after knowing all day what was going to happen, then actually witness and then justify the whole activity. My wife was just as kinky now as she was when I met her 20 years ago.
"Does Mommy's pussy need a little attention?" I teased.
"Mmmm hmmmm" she moaned into my mouth as our tongues began their mating ritual.
I opened her robe to be pleasantly surprised that I wouldn't have to bother removing any panties. Her hairless pussy was so inviting. I love the musky scent and taste. Lifting her legs and putting them over my shoulders, I pulled her pussy lips apart and noticed how wet she already was. I blew onto her wetness causing a chill to be sent threw her body. I started kissing her inner thighs. Every so often, I would run my tongue quickly over her swollen clit.
"Please just do it," she begged.
I knew that with all of the sensual foreplay leading up to this moment, it wouldn't take much stimulation to throw her over the edge. Using my nose, I made circles around her clit as she continued to moan. Suddenly I stopped and place my entire mouth over her love button I started sucking. As always, she managed to keep her voice down as she erupted into multiple orgasms. She tried to push me away so that I would stop sucking, but I would have none of it. She needed a major release, and I was going to make sure she would get everything she deserved.
"Oh gawd stop. Pleeeease stop. I can't cum anymore, I'm dying," she begged.
The only thing that caused me to stop was when a voice behind me said, "OH DADDY!
Will you do that to me next?" I have to admit I jumped. I'm not use to having an audience. Megan lay on the bed, her pussy completely exposed to her daughter, just laughed.
"Thanks for getting Daddy to stop. Oral sex is really intense Lexi. You will like it." Megan spoke so calm and matter-of-fact.
My mouth was covered in pussy juice as I lick my lips. Lexi unbuttoned her pajama top and pulled down her panties, then climbed up on the bed laying next to her mother.
Lexi looked at her mother, "I don't have to wear panties anymore do I? Daddy has seen everything and they get in the way sometimes when I want to touch myself here." Not waiting for an answer she spread her legs nonchalantly and added, "Daddy, are you going to do me next?"
Unlike her Mother, Lexi had downy soft blond, almost white, pubic hair. Being this close, I had to agree with Lexi. She kept it nicely trimmed. I got down and gently kissed the inside of Lexi's milky white thighs. She giggled, "that tickles."
"Ok, I'll use a little more pressure sweetie so it won't tickle." I couldn't believe how pink and tender her pussy looked. Using my thumbs I pulled her pussy lips apart, as gently as pealing a grape. My tongue licked everywhere, avoiding her clit. I wanted her to get more relaxed so that her arousal would sweep over her more gentle than I had just satisfied her Mom.
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, so I know she was enjoying the sensations I was providing. Her face, so angelic, a soul burning with a feminine lust that I had never experienced in my life. I looked over and Megan had dozed off. I wondered if Lexi had also fallen asleep. Not very ego boosting. Having your sex partner fall sleep in the middle of the act. I chuckled to myself. I stopped licking and pulled away from Lexi. She raised her head and said in a very sleepy voice, "don't stop Daddy." I told her she needed to get a little sleep.
I picked up my, no longer innocent, babygirl in my arms. I marveled at the beauty of her nude body. Her skin had not one single blemish. Her skin was so supple. It seemed so natural to see her this way, totally abandoned to her father. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "I love you Daddy" as she dozed off. I carried her totally nude body upstairs to her own bed and tucked her in. I looked around her room all in pink. Stuffed animals she had received before we moved to the middle of nowhere were scattered around the room. I noticed one of her tiny bras lying on the floor. For the first time, I was curious about the size of her boobs, so I picked it up and looked at the tag. Two scoops of vanilla ice cream came to mind.
Downstairs I gently woke Megan up and got her tucked snuggled into our bed. I saw Lexi's bikini panties lying on the floor and I picked them up. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but without a doubt, it was the most frightful and fulfilling day of my life. I went and sat back down in my chair, still completely nude. I took my cock in one hand and held her little panties in the other. I had no need for a tissue this time. I closed my eyes and relived the events of the last 24 hours as I stroked my cock.Another crow of the Rooster meant another day. Expecting to find Lexi next to me, I turned and then remembered taking her to her bed after last evening's incestuous hedonistic activities. Was it a dream? Finding Lexi's panties next to my pillow, as well as the dry flaky white substance on them, was enough evidence it really happened.
I drug myself out of bed and went to put on a pot of coffee. I had to admit to myself I enjoyed last evening. I didn't like being lied to by my wife, what husband would. Forget whether she's your daughter or not, what near-middle age man wouldn't love being seduced by an nubile and naive young woman. Regardless, I didn't see how anything could go back to the way it was. All that was left was to ask for forgiveness by our Father Almighty. I decided more than coffee, I needed to clear my head, so I started my chores.
One thing about living in such isolation, with the need to provide all of your essential living necessities, time does go by very quickly. Such was the case when Megan came out to bring me a glass of iced tea. "Is it 10 already?" It was a rhetorical question.
She replied with an unenthusiastic, "Uh huh."
We both sat in silence as I drank my refreshing beverage. I wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. Was there a chance Megan was regretful? Did she hate me? I was wrong in abusing Lexi by fondling her nipples that night, but if I had been a real man..... real father, I would have "manned up" when Lexi started "blackmailing" last night. If I had stood up immediately and confessed my sins at that moment, maybe everything would be different. Did I subconsciously want to fuck my own daughter? Was I hoping she would have woke up that night and encouraged my abuse? So many thoughts, but no answers.
"I'm sorry," Megan offered.
"I'm sorry too," I reached out to hug Megan, but her body stiffened. "Do you still love me?" I asked sincerely.
"I do, but I don't know how you can still love me," she began to cry.
This time she allowed me to comfort her. "It's alright sweetie. I know it's what Lexi wanted last night. The question is does she regret it?" I pushed Megan back just enough so I could look her straight in the eyes for her response.
"She doesn't John. You should see her this morning. She is dancing around like she was a kid telling me how happy she is." She sobbed.
"Then are you having regrets sweetie?" I offered.
"NO, not at all!" Pulling her head away from my chest. "I just feel like I totally betrayed your trust in me, not to mention Lexi."
"We have betrayed each other Megan. The question is do we forgive one another?"
"I do John. Can you forgive me?"
"Absolutely. Now what?" Looking to Megan for direction.
"I think the next thing to do is sit with Lexi and discuss expectations. I can tell you that in the last couple of years we both noticed her becoming quiet, somewhat melancholy. Today she is acting so full of life. I asked her what she thought about what happened last night. She told me it was the first time in many nights that she didn't cry herself to sleep."
My heart sank. Who's wouldn't. So often, as parents, we do what we think is in the best interest of our children. Most young people spend puberty experimenting with the opposite sex. Flirting, teasing and even making out. Girls talking about which boys might like them. Boys... Well, we all know what teenage boys are thinking. Lexi experienced none of this. Her mind thought of the opposite sex, but her life involved only one, her Father.
Megan reached out for my hand, which I gave to her with pleasure. We walked toward the house confident that whatever had happened, could be fixed. As we opened the door I was knocked off my feet, both figuratively and literally. Lexi ran up to me, jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and started kissing my neck and cheeks. "I love you Daddy."
"I love you too Lexi. Why are you so happy?" I asked, expecting her to reject my question.
"I'm a woman now!" She beamed. "I'm ready for you Daddy," she continued.
So much had happened in the last 24 + hours that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Ready for what Lexi?"
"Remember you said last night that I could trim your hair.... down there...." she pointed.
"I boiled some water and have the scissors and lotion ready. I put blankets on the library table and got your pillow. It should be really soft for you Daddy. I'm all ready."
I looked at Megan and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, Lex, I think we all need to talk," I said.
"Ok Dad. What do you want to talk about?"
"Mom and I are concerned. It's normal, as an adult woman, to need the attention of a man. You know that doesn't mean your father, don't you?
"Yes, I do, but I don't want another man." Lexi began to cry. "I love you Daddy. I always have and always will. I have tried to get you to notice that I was a woman, but you never noticed. That is why I always cried at night. It wasn't because I wanted a man. It was because I wanted YOU!"
"I'm touched Lexi. I really am. I just don't know why you consider me to be the man you want. I think its because I'm the only man you know?
"No Daddy. I have read..." she paused, realizing she almost admitted to reading her mother's romance novels, which Megan and I already knew she was doing. ".... I know that there are a lot of boys out there that I might like, but a while back I asked Mom why she was so happy all of the time, when I was so sad. She told me it was because of you. When I asked her what she meant, she blushed. It was like I did when.... ummmm..... Reading certain books.... I knew that she meant with sex."
"So Mom said I made her happy?" Now I was felling boastful. "I'm glad I make Mom happy. She makes me happy too. " I didn't really know where to go with this conversation. I suppose we should have thought it out more before beginning that discussion. "So what are you saying Lexi?" I decided to toss the ball back into her court.
"I am happy that I get to experience everything with you and Mom. It's like you have always treated me as equal to you guys. The only thing I wasn't sharing was.... having umm sex. Then one day I was reading an old book that you and Mom have in our library. It was about polygamy, where a man marries more than one wife. Sometimes he marries girls who are sisters. One story was about a man who married a woman and then later her daughter. So I started thinking, you could marry me too. Then we'd be sharing everything." She said, smiling sheepishly.
I have to say I was ready for a lot of things, but not the semi-logic she presented. She was right. We didn't keep any secrets from Lexi, other than, to the best of our ability, our sex lives. I guess when you live in such close quarters with someone, you can't keep such a thing completely secret. I will say that I believe what she had actually witnessed was our flirting and loving gestures with each other.
"So, are you ready for me to shave you Daddy?" Lexi broke the uneasy silence.
I looked at Megan again. She was trying her hardest not to laugh. I think she took joy in seeing me stumped in an argument. Finally, behind Lexi's back so she couldn't see, Megan stuck her tongue out at me. I decided I was probably going to hell anyway, so why not. "I have to take a shower first Lexi, I'm all sweaty."
"Can I take it with you?" She asked in an excited voice. "We can wash each other's back."
"Yea, wash each other's.... back," I motioned with my hand for her to follow me.
Soon Lexi was right next to me. She took my hand and we continued into the bathroom. Lexi was wearing a white pajama top with little red hearts and snaps in the front. Her panties matched. Even though we had already fucked and stuff, I still felt awkward. It must have shown.
As she reached behind her and pulled the rubber band from her hair, she began to shake her head from right to left to get it completely undone. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes and said, "Just do to me what you do to Mommy."
That was all the encouragement I needed. Gently, but with force, I pushed her back against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Since she had never kissed like this before, she was innocently adorable as she opened her mouth like she was a baby bird waiting to be fed. I pulled back and told her just to kiss my lips, which she did. Then I told her to gently bite my lower lip. She giggled and then did it. Then I instructed her to lick my lips with her sweet innocent tongue. By now I was as hard as a rock, but my cock was still confined in my work clothes. Nevertheless, I pushed my hardness into her belly. Then I told her to put her tongue into my mouth and lick all around. By now, her passion was building and there were no more giggles. My tongue danced with my daughter's. I sucked on her tongue which caught her by surprise and she gasped. I pulled the upper half of my torso away from her so that I could remove her top. Snap.. snap..snap.. snap.. snap... She jumped with surprise as I ripped open her pajama top exposing her young female flesh.
"Oh Daddy" she gasped. Until that moment, I had only fondled Lexi's boobies. Now I sucked on one of her nipples for the first time. Her boobs were so tiny and skin so white compared to Megan, but that made it even that much more erotic. Her pink buds became erect. I pulled down her panties as I sucked on her nipples.
Then I knelt in front of her and spread her legs. She had shaved herself pure. I placed one and then the other on my shoulders, using my hands on her butt cheeks to support her weight. I slowly pushed her body up and over using the wall to support her back. Taking a hold of the towel bar attached to the wall, I then supported the rest of her tiny body in my strong arms. It looked like her body was laying in a human hammock. I began to savor the scent and flavor of her once again. All Lexi could do is moan and groan, her eyes rolling back in her head as it moved from right to left. Her body experiencing total pleasure as it approached certain ecstasy. Her juices dripped down my chin. As she started to convulse into orgasm, I was concerned she might fall out of my arms, so I gently lay her on the floor of the bathroom.
"Oh gawd Daddy.....(gasp) Oh gawd Daddy....(gasp) Oh gawd Daddy.... (gasp)," was all she was able to utter between inhaling air. She drew her legs to her chest as wave after wave of spasm swept through her body causing her stomach muscles to contract. I lay on the floor next to her, holding her as her body calmed. "Oh Daddy, that was amazing... awesome.... Oh Daddy," she began to cry.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" I held her tighter. I still kept expecting her to regret our actions.
"Oh Daddy, I want to make you feel as good as you do me." she continued to sob.
"Sweetheart, you do. Believe me that you do. More than you will ever know."
After a few more muffled sobs, she looked up at me and smiled. I placed my hand behind her head and leaned toward her. Once again, we began kissing passionately as I ran my other hand over every inch of her supple flesh. I looked up over Lexi's head. After all we had experience the last day or so, we had no need to close the bathroom door. Megan looked at me from the living room and smiled. I pulled away from Lexi enough to throw her a kiss. Then I picked Lexi's nude body up off of the floor and placed her gently into the empty bathtub.
"Now you have to take your clothes off Daddy, or they get all wet," she giggled.
"Do you want to take off my pants?" I asked. I had long ago kicked off my shoes and socks.
"YEA!" She said as she reached for the button on my jeans. I sucked in my gut enough to allow them to undo with ease. Then she pulled down my zipper, but with my hardened cock, it was tight. Kneeling in the bathtub, her tiny boobies with still erect buds, bounced as she moved, she pulled them down to my knees and gravity caused them to fall to my ankles. She rubbed my cock through my boxer shorts. "Does Daddy want his babygirl to take off his underwear?" She teased.
"I think we both want you to do that," we both chuckled.
Before pulling them down, she reached in the fly and played around, massaging my cock and balls. "Oh my goodness, what have we here?" She looked so subservient on her knees like that, looking into my eyes as she smiled; although I was keenly aware who was enslaved in this entire escapade. Finally she pulled them the rest of the off. I kicked both completely off without causing her to let go of my cock. Her mouth began to lick the tiny slit on the tip.
I had completely forgotten about Megan until I felt her come up behind me. I suspected she was totally nude and I was right. "It looks like Lexi could use some help." That was when she reached around and ripped my shirt off, buttons flew everywhere. "Oh my, looks like Mommy has some sewing to do, doesn't it?" She laughed.
Megan removed my shirt as Lexi continued trying to suck in as much of my cock as she could. I twisted my upper torso so that I could kiss Megan. She met me half way and stuck her tongue as deep in my throat as it could go. I started squeezing her tits as she massaged my ass cheeks with both hands. All of this was having a serious effect on my balance as my body reached fever pitch in it's journey to orgasm. Lexi pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to ask if I was going to cum in her mouth this time. "I will if you put it back in your mouth," I grunted
As she put it back in, and squeezed my balls one last time, I shot load after load into Lexi's tiny mouth. She didn't gag or spit it out, instead she continued to milk my cock until every last drop had been consumed. My knees began to buckle and Megan did her best to hold me up. I slid to the floor totally spent. Face to face with Lexi, I pulled Megan down so that she was level with us. We all started kissing one another. For the first time that I knew of, Megan and Lexi kissed, as if they were sharing my cum between them.
"Daddy, are we going to take a shower?"
"We have one last thing to take care of. I reminded Lexi that Mommy hadn't been satisfied yet.
"Can I do it Mommy? I really want to."
"It's only fair," I told Megan. She blushed and said she'd never done it with another woman although she had always been curious. "Well, now's your chance. I can tell you Lexi has a natural talent Mommy," to which Lexi only smiled.
"Please Mom, can I?"
"I guess, but not on this hard floor," Megan laughed as she stood up, "We can go to my bed while Daddy takes his shower, but first I have to pee." Lexi and I stood there for a minute as though it were necessary to watch Megan pee. "I can do this by myself," Megan chuckled.
"Ok, I'll be in your bed waiting." Lexi said. I think almost absentmindedly Lexi stood there squeezing her breasts, almost massaging them. Then she skipped out the door, I loved watching her boobies bouncing up and down.
I didn't want to miss a minute of Lexi and her Mom, so I quickly turned on the shower while Megan finished using the toilet. I don't think I ever took such a quick shower. I didn't even bother drying off in the bathroom. I could do that as I watched the show which was already in progress.
Megan had brought out her toys. They were looking at them when I appeared. "I was showing Lexi the toys she could play with if we are both busy and she needs something hard in her pussy, plus we thought you'd want to witness our first time together, so we waited for you," Megan winked at me and motioned for me to join them on the bed.
"You don't mind if I jerk off while I watch you, do you?" I knew I didn't have to ask, but always the gentleman.
Megan lay back on several pillows. She place a couple under her ass also, to raise her pussy up and give Lexi easier access. Then she closed her eyes. Lexi looked over at me with a Cheshire grin as she lowered her face between her Mommy's legs. Once again I admired Megan's muscular legs. Not an ounce of fat, just toned smooth skin. The contrast between Lexi's blond features and the dark ones of her mother were a sight to behold.
I could hear the noises of Lexi's tongue in action. I turned myself so that I was in a 69 position to better view Megan's pussy. It was actually more beautiful and sensual than sexual. A child pleasuring the one who gave them life, in the most loving and intimate way.
I could tell from the expression on her face that Megan was in heaven. Her eyes remained closed as she pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts. Small little gasps escaped her lips. I looked over and could see Lexi's pussy lips exposed between her legs. They looked like a small pink butterfly sitting on the crevasse of a peach, just the smallest hint at fuzz. Just then I shot my load into the air and stream after stream landed on my stomach.
I didn't realize it, but at that exact moment Megan had opened her eyes, noticed me looking between Lexi's legs, staring at our daughter's bare pussy, then she witnessed my eruption. That was enough to throw her over the edge and she started pulling Lexi's head into her pussy mound as though she were trying to get her back into her womb.
"Oh gawd sweet Lexi.... Ummmmmmm. Oh geeeeze sweet geeeeze. Pleeeze stop!" Then she started pushing Lexi's head away which confused and seemed to upset her.
"Is Mommy mad at me? Did I do it wrong?" she asked, her eyes as wide as silver dollars.
"It's ok sweetie, Mommy is just really sensitive after her orgasm. Go up to her and kiss her and suck on her breasts. She likes that." Lexi went to lay on Megan's left side, as I joined them her on Megan's right. We each started sucking on one of her breasts which she like immensely. Soon we had all drifted off to sleep. All nude and sexually satisfied.
Chapter 8.
After a nice nap, we slowly came back to the reality that there were a few chores still left to be done. Lexi was the first to wake up and whispered to me, "Daddy, I want to shave you now. Is that ok?" I was still a bit groggy, so the idea of being able to lay around a while longer while Lexi worked on my hairiness sounded inviting.
"Do I need to get dressed Daddy?"
"I don't think you have to. It's up to you. Where do you want me to go?"
"Over by the library. It's where I set up the table for you. I need to reheat the water." Lexi walked past me and stopped after a few steps. She looked back to make sure I was looking at her, and then she leaned over and shook her ass suggestively at me. I moved really quickly so I could spank her tiny little butt. "DADDY!" She exclaimed in mock surprise.
"Daddy, remember last month I went into the woods alone after you told me never to go there without you? I was chasing our puppy Maxie. When you screamed at me to come back."
"Yea, Lexi. I remember. I think that was the only time I remember being seriously angry with you. Not because you disobeyed, but because of how naive I realized you were, and danger you could get yourself into. My heart skipped a beat when I realized you had disappeared."
"But Daddy, it wasn't like I was a child. I was within a few weeks of being an adult. I remember you spanking me after that. I never told you, but that didn't hurt and ummm, it actually kinda made me tingle. I almost made sure I got into more trouble so you would find other reasons to spank me."
The things I was learning about my daughter were overwhelmingly erotic to say the least.
"Ok Daddy, you can get up on the table. I put a lot of blankets on it so it wouldn't be so hard. I put a pillow up there for you."
This was a new experience for sure. I had thought of shaving myself in the past; however, I could never convince Megan. She said she liked the hairy look of a male. She didn't object to Lexi doing this to me, so I have to assume she didn't want to spoil her innocent exploration.
As I lay splayed out on the table, Lexi looked my cock over like she had never held it before. "I have to decide what to do first," she said so seriously. "I think I will cut as much off as possible with the scissors. Are you always hard Daddy?"
"Well, lately...," I laughed, causing her to laugh along with me.
"You know Daddy, if you didn't wear boxers around the house, Mommy and I would always know when you were hard and we could find a way to satisfy you," never looking me in the eye, I had to believe she was serious. "Ok Daddy, relax and just enjoy what I am doing. I promise not to cut you."
I'm not sure of whether it was because of her gentleness, but soon I was dozing again. "Daddy, turn over." I opened my eyes and Lexi's mouth was within inches of my face. She was still nude. "I'm done with your front."
"Only if you give me a kiss," I smiled. I didn't have to ask twice. Lexi's sweet tongue started licking my lips seductively right before she pressed her lips against mine and placed her tongue where it would be appreciated most, in my mouth. Her blond hair tickled my face, and I must have made a funny face because she started giggling again.
"Why do you want me to turn over?" I asked while complying with her orders.
"Mommy came by and saw how good you look without hair on your..... ummmm cock and stuff. She asked if I would do that to your bottom."
I decided she was referring to the crack of my butt as I have never had hair on my butt. I was so relaxed and content, I no longer cared what she shaved. Finally she said she was done and asked if I want to take a shower. Remembering the events earlier in the day I told her yes, but alone this time.
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