Bab 3298: RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

I have been with my wife Adele, for about four years. We were high school sweethearts but for one reason or another drifted apart before we became serious. Many years and a couple of failed marriages later, we found each other again and this time settled into a committed, loving relationship. Adele is an amazing woman, displaying talent as an artist, musician, housewife and mother. And lover. Her skill in the bedroom has certainly never left me disappointed and she seems to be perpetually horny. I only have to kiss her hard and she moans, often grabbing my hand to thrust it down into her panties, where she is already slick with lust. I have never known a woman with a wetter pussy. Definitely not complaining though!

My two daughters, Meaghan and Sophie, have grown up and flown the coop, as have Adele's two eldest, Amelie and Bethany. Her youngest, Emily, still lives at home. Adele and I plan to marry but my work commitments keep me away for much of the time and we've decided to wait until we can be together full-time before we tie the knot. I have a house but Amelie and her husband Sean are living in it. I stay at Adele's place whenever I come home.

Emily's father left when she was barely walking, and has never bothered to show much affection to her. As a result, she hasn't really had a father figure and grew up shy and uncertain of herself around boys. Aware of this, I've taken pains to show Emily plenty of affection, taking interest in her schooling, sporting and social life. As we've gotten to know each other more intimately during the past years, we've bonded as closely as any father and daughter. Emily cries when I have to go away for work and I must admit it's as big a wrench leaving her, as it is her beautiful mother. She has lately started calling me dad, or daddy if she wants something. She knows I can't resist her when she calls me daddy.

Where Adele is slim and petit, topping the scale at five feet three, Emily has grown into a vision of tall athleticism. At eighteen years she's a keen netball player and at nearly six feet, tops the team, making her the natural choice for Goal Defence or Goal Shooter. Her waist-length auburn tresses cascade down over her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous heart-shaped face. Emily's legs seem to rise from her slender ankles forever. Muscular calves and strong thighs culminate in a firm but round butt. She has alabaster skin and unlike many teens obsessed with tanning, takes care to stay out of the sun so she doesn't burn and freckle. Even as her father figure, I'm not able to overlook her sheer feminine allure. During the past year, I'd found myself wondering more than once just how those firm, high c-cups would feel in my palms...

We're a very cuddly family, prone to spontaneous hugs and kisses. Even at eighteen, Emily often comes into our bedroom of a morning and clambers in between us for a few minutes before starting the day. Adele and I sleep naked but Emily is usually wearing a nightie, pyjamas or track pants and tee shirt. She doesn't get into bed but nestles on top of the bedclothes in the valley between Adele and me.

Adele has raised her girls to be very open about sexuality and their bodies, so I'm accustomed to hearing discussions about the care and maintenance of vaginas, choosing bra sizes, shaving and waxing of pubic hair and so on. I knew Emily was on the pill because of one of these conversations in the recent past. Lately I've been keeping a keen ear tuned when the subject matter turns to Emily's body because she's just so damned sexy. Initially I'd struggled with my conscience over what I perceived as immoral thoughts regarding this gorgeous young lady, but I had finally reconciled myself to the fact that if they never left my head there would be no harm done. She was past the age of consent and I knew I would never act on them so I figured a little fantasising couldn't hurt, right? On several occasions I'd come across her worn panties while sorting through washing and had put them to my face, inhaling her aroma before running my tongue down the crotch, tasting her tangy goodness. "You sick fuck," I internalised, but again, justified it to myself as not hurting anyone.

A couple of months ago the subject of penises had come up at school; their function, anatomy and care and maintenance. Emily asked Adele one night when we were all sitting down watching a movie after dinner what they were like. She said she'd read about them in sex-ed at school but that the curriculum was very clinical and not very descriptive. Adele ran her through the basic anatomy lesson and then surprised me by saying, "Steve, show her yours." We all knew she was joking, but I nearly choked and Emily grimaced in mock disgust and cried, "Eeeew! No!" But I thought I glimpsed an undercurrent of something more, as well. Was that curiosity? My cock thumped to life as I pictured myself walking over to Emily and pulling my trousers down, waving my semi tumescent manhood in her face as she sat on the couch.

Later that night, as Adele's lips slid slowly up and down my engorged cock, my thoughts returned to that scene in my mind, and it was Emily's mouth into which I erupted, pumping my hot gouts of semen into her greedily slurping lips as I moaned in bliss. When I lay, spent, my heart pounding, Adele slid up to kiss me, tasting faintly of my orgasm. "Well that was quick," she said, lips quirking. "Anyone would think you were horny for some reason."

Several days passed, and all three of us were watching television after dinner on a Friday night. Adele was nestled into the crook of my arm and Emily was laying in her accustomed spot along the other leg of the large L-shaped couch. During an ad-break, Emily got up from the couch and with the boundless energy of the young, ran out to the kitchen to get a drink. I took no notice but Adele laughed and said, "Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Emily came back in with her drink, grinning, and replied, "How did you know?"

"When you have to grab your breasts as you run it's a dead giveaway."

Emily laughed again and came over to straddle Adele's legs, facing her mum. Sitting on Adele's knees, she started talking about her big sister, Amelie's dog. "You should have seen Gaijin today. He was wearing that new collar I got him and... Will you stop staring at my breasts?"

"They're bouncing around in front of my nose, Emily," Adele laughed. "They're impossible not to look at."

I too had been surreptitiously eying off Emily's chest as it bobbed and swayed around, inches from my face, wondering just what kind of nipples topped those fabulous chest puppies. She harrumphed and threw herself back over on to her previous spot, eyes twinkling as her gaze met mine.

"Pervert!"

I wasn't sure whether she was referring to me or her mother.

******

The following morning, Emily came into our room as usual but because of the warming weather, was dressed only in a large tank top which fell loosely down to the tops of her thighs. As she wriggled into her customary position I strained for a glimpse of her breasts through its arm holes. Although I gained several gratifying views of the sloping tops, I was disappointed to miss out on her nipples. A few minutes later, as she climbed over her mother to get out, I was treated to a heavenly view of her gorgeous arse. She was wearing tiny, silky black French knickers which had ridden right up her buttocks and clung tightly to her mound, which undulated delightfully as her thighs moved back and forth. My erection roared into being started clamouring for attention. I glanced guiltily over at Adele to see if I'd been caught out, but she seemed blithely unaware of the situation and was adjusting her pillow. As the bedroom door slid closed behind Emily, I was already reaching for Adele...

*****

Later that morning I was sitting on the couch enjoying my second coffee for the day. Adele had gone off to see a friend for lunch and some retail therapy and wouldn't be home for several hours. Emily swept into the room and bee-lined straight over to where I was sitting. She was in tight jeans and was again wearing a loose fitting tee. Watching her cross the room from the corner of my eye, I decided that she was again sans-bra. This time it was my legs she straddled, my knees that felt the weight of that tight little arse, my face directly in front of those swaying, bobbing delights. And my penis woke, stretching languidly in the cage of my boxers.

"Steve, are you still going to take me for a driving lesson this weekend?" She batted her lashes engagingly at me. Emily was still on her L plates and needed to rack up the requisite hours in her log book prior to gaining her P plates. It was a struggle for her as Adele was a nervous driving instructor and wasn't at all keen. Emily took advantage of the times I was home to cram as much driving in as she could.

"Ooh I don't know about that," I teased. "Mum reckons you're a bit crazy behind the wheel."

"Noooo!" She pouted. "Come on daddy. You know you want to." She bounced as she said this and so help me God, wild horses couldn't have torn my gaze from her jiggling tits.

"Now you're staring at my boobs," she pretended outrage, her sweet little cupids bow mouth compressed into a thin line.

"Well, Em, like mum said, it's pretty hard not to when you put them right in front of me. And, well, I am a man, after all, and only human."

Her eyes crinkled.

"Oooh, you dirty old man," she crooned. She straightened up, arms crossed over her head, thrusting her chest out so that her top pulled tight across her chest. Her nipples had hardened, making little pea-sized bumps in the thin material. "Do you like them?"

I was speechless.

"I, er, well, er..." I stammered, my cock escalating to Red Alert. "Jesus, Emily."

She lowered her arms and wriggled her hips from side to side, setting her breasts swaying inside the cotton.

"Say you'll take me for a drive and I'll stop."

Stopping was the very last thing on earth I wanted her to do at that moment in time. My cock was thundering in my pants. If Emily looked down, she'd see exactly what she was doing to me. I resisted the temptation to look down myself, knowing that Emily's eyes would follow mine down. It felt like I had the Great Pyramid of Giza in my lap.

"Puhleeease!" Now she was bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling and punching against her top.

"Ok, ok. I'll take you for a drive."

"YE-EEW!" she shrieked. She hugged my head and thrust it into her cleavage, wrapping her arms around it like a long lost teddy bear. "Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou-thankyou."

To this day I could not honestly tell you how I refrained from motorboating her right then and there. I felt a little lightheaded from the amount of blood that must have migrated south from my brain to fuel the lust-crazed monster in my pants. Emily's breasts were warm. And firm. Oh. So. Firm.

As she sat back again her nipples seemed to have hardened further, sticking out like little cherries, although it was hard to be sure as the material was loose against them now.

"You never answered my question," she smiled.

"What question?" I was befuddled.

"Do you like them?"

"Honey, I'm your dad. I love all of you." I prevaricated.

"Not my real dad. Answer me as a man," she insisted.

I could see there was no escape. "Emily, from what I can see, your tits are A-number-one perfect. Delightful! But I have to say that I'm so conflicted about looking at them because I do really think of you as my daughter."

"Correct answer!" she smiled down at me, then swayed forward and kissed me on the mouth. Firmly, but not sensually. She leaned back and as she stood, grasped the hem of her top and pulled it up under her chin. My eyes followed her hands as they revealed her navel, set into a firmly toned stomach, with just a hint of feminine abs. Narrow waist widening up to her ribcage, breathtaking. And up.

Emily's breasts were as milky white as the rest of her, if not more so. They sat high, with beautiful curves rounding the bottoms. There was a little brown mole underneath the right one. More than a handful, but only just. Her areole, no larger than my thumb tip, were well defined, crinkled and tight, the colour of a pink rose set in the winter garden of her snowy mounds. Her little nipples jutted toward the ceiling like pencil erasers. Astonishing in their naive, innocent beauty.

I don't know how long we were frozen in that tableau. It is, and will be indelibly branded into my brain until the day I die. It seemed like hours but must surely have been only a few seconds. Somehow I dragged my gaze up to Emily's eyes, which burned with some inner passion.

"Your mouth's open," she giggled, and dropping her hem again, turned and sauntered toward the passage door leading to her room, her heart shaped derriere oscillating smoothly with each step. "Tomorrow after lunch sounds like a plan, ok?"

I lurched to my feet and stood, bewildered. My crotch throbbed maniacally and at last I staggered towards the other end of the house and the bedroom I share with Adele. Walking through to the en-suite bathroom I freed my engorged manhood from my trousers and looked down at it. Five strokes later I was blasting cum into the shower stall, shuddering and moaning as the image of Emily's breasts floated in space before me.

*****

The next day was Sunday, and the last I'd be spending home for several weeks. I resolved to put all lecherous thoughts of Emily out of my head and spend the day as normally as possible with my gorgeous ladies. Some hope.

As usual, Emily flounced into our bedroom at around eight o'clock and burrowed in between her mother and me. She was again wearing the tank top from the day before and unable to resist, I vied for a peek at what I now knew to be the sweetest pair of breasts I had ever seen. Emily chattered away about the day ahead. I rolled on to my side, resting my head on my hand so I could see her and Adele properly. As I did so the coverlet pulled against Emily, unsettling her. She shifted slightly to adjust and as she did so her top pulled across, exposing one gorgeous, perky breast to my gaze through the large arm hole of the top. I looked up quickly to see if she or Adele had noticed, but they were clearly oblivious and so I returned my hungry eyes to the luscious morsel before me. It was no more than a foot from my face and could see the individual pores of her porcelain skin. I could also see the texture of her tiny nipple, so soft and round now - no sign of the crinkling that had been evident the day before, the centre barely raised. I could practically hear my cock growing.

"Oh, and Steve's going to take me for a drive today, aren't you!" I heard, and looked up into Emily's liquid green gaze. She looked down and noticed her exposed breast, then back at me, making no effort to cover herself. I nearly drowned in the pools of her eyes.

"I, ahh, yeah, that's right," I managed to get out, colouring at have been caught out.

"Better you than me," Adele laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that bad," Emily laughed too, setting the little nipple quivering. I couldn't tear my eyes off it. It was slowly contracting, perhaps as a result of Emily's awareness of my gaze. The areola darkened as it shrunk down again to the diameter of my thumb, its little nubbin growing steadily toward me. As it reached what I considered to be full extension I could see that the very tip had gone white, perhaps as the blood was forced away from the tissue by its very contraction. I was mesmerised by its heart-aching beauty. My penis was also aching, stiff and throbbing against the bedclothes.

"You're such a good daddy to me," she gushed and rolled over to give me a one armed hug. As she did so I clearly felt her nipple drag down my chest, coming to rest close to mine. Her left arm was trapped between us and the back of her hand was forced against my rampant member. This time her kiss wasn't quite as chaste. I felt her little tongue flicker across my lips and just caught myself before I opened my mouth in return.

"Anyway, I'm off for a shower. Too nice a day to laze about in bed."

I watched carefully as she extricated herself from me and got up on to all fours. Sure enough, I could see straight down her top and watched as both breasts hung straight down, swaying with her movements. As she spun around to her right to climb across Adele my engorged cock, which was now running the entire ship, directed my gaze to Emily's backside, in the hopes of a replay of the previous day's view.

Emily's choice of knickers that day was a tiny white thong and as she swung about I knew this was no accident, that I was being invited to watch as she stretched like a cat across her mother's body, arse presented to me, knees apart. The thin strip of the thong bisected the tiny pink rosebud of her anus before disappearing completely between the soft naked lips of her vagina. I could see a hint of deeper pink where her inner labia were briefly revealed before the material of the thong widened and emerged from between her lips. If Emily had any pubic hair at all, it could only be the tiniest of landing strips on her Mons Pubis. I could see between her thighs to her dangling nipples which seemed to mock me now, saying: "You thought you were horny before, eh?"

She rocked backwards and I was treated to the sight of her lips parting a little further with a tiny "plick" sound, revealing her pink, glistening interior. Somehow I resisted thrusting my tongue, my finger, my cock, my face... Fuck, anything into that beckoning eighteen year old wetness. I fancied I could smell her, a faint musky aroma but that could have been wishful thinking.

And then it was gone. With an energetic spring, Emily vaulted her legs to the right, all the way to the floor at the foot of the bed. "Don't forget our drive this afternoon, daddy," she called as she ran lightly from the room.

She had barely cleared the door when I grabbed Adele, dragging her to the centre of the bed. I flung back the covers and growled as quietly as I could, "I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it."

"Come on then, lover. Shove that hard cock into my tight little pussy."

I moved over her, between her legs. True to form, Adele's pussy was dripping wet. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifting then pushing them up to expose her to my painfully tight erection. Normally I'm a gentle starter, building up the pace and force of our lovemaking depending on the mood. Not today! With one thrust I entered Adele all the way, grinding our pubic bones together hard. Adele's liquid heat engulfed me and I lost all sense of self as I pounded into her again and again.

"Fuck, oh fuck yes, yes, yes," Adele moaned, so loud I thought that Emily must hear from the other end of the house. "Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me," she panted. When the mood moves her she likes it rough, so I grabbed a handful of her long, thick, blonde hair and pulled. Hard. "Oh Fuck Jesus Fuck Fuck Fuck I'm gunna cum."

"Yeah you fucking dirty bitch. You cum hard on my cock," I told her, releasing her hair and grabbing her around the throat. I squeezed just hard enough to make it hard for her to breath, knowing that she likes this too. God knows why. I've tried it and didn't like it one bit. By now I was riding the wave myself, punctuating my words with thrusts deep into Adele's spasming cunt. "You! Cum! On! My! Cock!"

And with that we both let go. A white tide engulfed me, blocking out everything except that moment, my entire nervous system focussed down to the sensation of pouring my soul deep into my beautiful Adele's pussy. Somewhere in the distance I could here Adele wailing and feel her bucking and writhing beneath me. I collapsed on top of her, twitching and moaning in ecstasy. We kissed passionately, enjoying the post coital fugue as we came back to ourselves."Jesus, babe, what's gotten into you lately," Adele asked when we had our breath back.

"I dunno," I answered, knowing exactly what had gotten into me.

"Well, whatever it is, I like it. Keep it up, big boy. And I do, mean, UP." As she enunciated the "up" she grabbed my slowly deflating member, still slick with our combined juices, and squeezed. I yelped and shot backwards, to her delight. She slowly raised her hand to her mouth and looking into my eyes, began licking the stickiness off her fingers.

"You are one smoking hot dirty bitch, Adele. And I love you.

*****

Any hopes I'd harboured about looking at Emily through paternal eyes were dashed for good. After lunch, she hung around and made a general pest of herself until Adele hunted us out of the house.

"For God's sake, take Emily out for her drive. She's driving me batty," she said.

"Alright kiddo, grab the keys," I told Em.

"About time," she opined as she headed for the key rack near the door to the garage. She grabbed the keys to her mother's station wagon and picked up her log book from the coffee table.

"So what's it going to be today," I asked her. "Parking, reversing or what?"

"Let me check my log book," she replied. She leafed through to the current page. "Parallel parking. Boring!"

"Probably, but you need to know it anyway." I said.

"I know what," Emily brightened.

"What," I asked.

"Why don't we go out to that skidpan you reckoned you were king of as a kid and show me how to control skids?"

"Ha! Good luck with that," Adele put in. "You'll need to be controlling the skid marks in your jocks."

"Everyone's a comedian," I grumbled, but it sounded like a bit of fun. Even though I'd never see forty again I'd never really grown up. And besides, controlling a skid is a necessary part of knowing how to drive safely. "Alright, good plan, chicky. Let's go."

"Don't get the car too filthy,' Adele called as we left the kitchen.

Emily affixed the magnetic L plates to the front and rear of the car, buckled herself into the driver's seat and ran through her pre-start checklist, adjusting her mirrors and seat, then started the engine. I made sure everything was good then directed her to open the garage door with the remote. Once the door slid up out of the way Emily carefully reversed out and a little way down the driveway. She thumbed the remote again and the door started on its descent. We backed out onto the road. Emily put the transmission into drive and pulled out smoothly.

"So, where's this skid pan thingy?"

"Out towards Thornden, past the aqueduct," I told her.

"That's miles away," she grumbled.

"And you need practice driving, so where's the problem?"

"I s'pose."

We hit the highway and Emily pointed the car towards Thornden. After a few minutes she glanced over at me and said: "I saw you looking at my breast this morning."

"You showed them to me yesterday," I pointed out. She chuckled at that and said: "That was probably a bit naughty, wasn't it?"

"You think?

She didn't answer and we drove in an awkward silence for a bit. At last she said: "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No honey, I'm not mad. I'm just a bit confused. And wondering what it is you think you're doing. And while we're on the subject, what was that display this morning?"

"What display?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You practically shoved your bare butt in my face."

She blushed bright red. "It wasn't bare. I had knickers on."

"Pfft! Some knickers. A little red string covering nothing at all. I could see what you had for dinner."

She gave me a sly glance at that. "It sounded like you and mum were having fun after I left."

I didn't know what to say to that. I settled on, "You shouldn't be listening."

"I think the Ericsons up at number 15 were listening to you this morning, dad." She giggled. "You! Cum! On! My! Cock!"

It was my turn to go scarlet. "Oh Jesus, Emily, I'm sorry, hon. You shouldn't have had to hear that."

"It's ok, dad, really. I don't mind. I think it's great that you and mum have a good sex life. I think mum is the luckiest woman on earth."

I chewed this over for a minute. "You mean you want to..."

"Oh dad I 'm confused too." She sounded near tears. "I don't have a boyfriend, I've never been with a boy. I watch the way you treat mum and make her feel special. She told me she never feels safer than when she's in your arms and I guess I feel, I feel, well, jealous. Maybe I'm just acting out because I know you don't feel that way about me."

I blew out my cheeks, perplexed. "If only you knew," I muttered to myself.

"What?" Emily sniffed.

"Nothing," I stalled. "We're coming up to the turn, sweetheart. Start to slow down and indicate."

Once we'd made the turn, I said, "It's about fifteen kilometres to the skid pan, Em. And..."

"And what?"

"You DO know you are driving the boys at school crazy, right? You must be the sexiest hottie at school." This was no lie. Emily blushed again, glancing at me to see if I was just buttering her up.

"Well I don't even care about boys my age. They're just dicks. All they care about is cars and bikes and stuff." I laughed out loud at this.

"Have you looked at the boys toys I have in the shed?" This was no idle boast. A lifetime in mining had allowed me to collect more than my share of cars, bikes, boats and associated tools. Along with musical instruments, medieval weaponry and firearms. I reckoned I had as good a collection of stuff as anyone in my acquaintance.

"Yeah but you don't carry on about them like they mean more to you than mum." I had learned this the hard way during multiple failed relationships and was glad that Emily had noticed.

"That's probably true. I paused as something occurred to me. "So when did you start to feel this way?"

"I think I've had a crush on you for ages," she conceded. Whew, this was getting heavy. "But I never really thought about it consciously until..."

"Until..."

"Do you remember a few months ago when mum said to show me your penis?"

Did I? Yes.

"Uh, yeah, I remember, honey. You seemed a bit grossed out."

"Well I was. I mean, I thought I was. Until later that night when I was lying in my bed. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"My penis!"

"The idea of seeing your penis. I mean, I've seen pictures and stuff. But never the real thing." I was glad to hear that, anyway.

"So..." Hesitant, now.

"Yes?" Fuck, was this going where I thought it was?

"I was wondering..."

"About?"

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Show me?" And there it was.

"You want me to show you my penis?" The penis in question was undoubtedly keen. On hearing his name he was stirring, trying to convince me this was a good idea.

"Yes." And I thought the tears were close again. This must have been huge for her.

Wordlessly I pointed to the approaching turnoff. Emily nodded and slowed, applying the blinkers. We took the turn and bumped along a rutted track into the plantation we'd been driving past for the last 10 minutes.

"It's about another three kilometres, Em."

"Okay."

The track looked as if it hadn't been used in weeks, if not months. This had been a popular hangout in my heyday, but it looked as if it had been shunned or forgotten by the youth of today. Probably too busy growing man-buns or chasing their iPhones around in Pokémon Go, I smiled.

"Emily I... Okay, so if this hypothetical penis demonstration was to take place, where and when would it hypothetically happen?"

"I think the skid pan would be a nice place, wouldn't it?"

*****

Bloody Hell!

The car bumped through a low screen of bracken fern into a large, naturally occurring clay pan around fifty metres in diameter. Plantation trees surrounded the clearing all around and I mused that they would be at least one generation, maybe two, later than the ones that grew here when my mates and I used to terrify the local wildlife in our old beaters.

I told Emily to turn off the car and when she did, the silence was terrifying. I turned in the seat and said, "This was never about learning to control skids, was it?"

She glanced at me, then demurely down at her lap. "No."

I reached over and took her chin in my hand, turning her head to me. Her eyes flicked up. She seemed so little all of a sudden. So vulnerable. A different creature entirely from the one who brazenly pushed her bottom at me a lifetime ago.

Her impossibly large eyes welled, then spilled tears down her cheeks. They ran down on to my hand where it gently cupped her chin. They were hot.

"Daddy I'm just so afraid you will think less of me. All I want is what mummy has. I want you. All of you."

"I thought this was just about seeing a penis."

"So did I. But now I want mo, mo, mooore..." This ended in a wail and she was crying now, huge broken sobs that shook her whole body.

I leaned over and put my arms around her as best I could, letting her cry against me for a good few minutes until she calmed herself down. Finally she quieted and leaned away, pointing silently at the glove box. I opened it and handed her the box of tissues that all good travellers know enough to keep in there. Emily busied herself with cleaning her face and when she was done, offered me a shaky smile. I knew what I had to do.

"Feeling better?" A nod.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Another nod.

"Okay, let me grab the picnic blanket." This was an item the car salesman had thrown in with the station wagon. It lived in a pocket in the rear compartment and had proven surprisingly useful on more occasions than you'd think. It was a plaid weave backed with a plastic layer so you could lay it on damp grass without worrying about moisture seeping through. I tucked it under my arm and went around to collect Emily from the driver's seat. She put her hand in mine. "C'mon, kiddo."

Being the middle of summer, the sun was quite high in the sky still, so I guided us toward the western side of the clay pan where the shadows were starting to elongate. When we'd penetrated the gloom of the plantation, I spread the blanket, gesturing for Emily to sit. I sat opposite her. Cicadas thrilled the afternoon air.

"You do know I love you, right?" A nod.

"What if this gets weird, honey? It could get very complicated." Another nod, then: "I know dad, and that's the last thing I want. To mess up our family."

This time the nod was mine.

"Alright then Em, let's agree to this: At the first sign things look like they're going to hurt our family, we stop, okay?" The nod came with a smile.

"Okay! Then let's do this." Big smile. "But I'm not just going to make it easy for you and flop my dick out." Puzzlement. "Do you want to see just any old limp dick, blowing in the breeze?

This time Emily laughed, her throaty chuckle making me smile, too.

"Okay, so do you have any idea just what you recent performances have done to me, what effect they've had on me?"

"Well, I hoped they'd make you look at me as a woman, and make you a little bit horny." Images of my rampant cock and urgent, violent ejaculations during the past few days flashed through my head.

"Well, you got that right."

"I did?"

"More than you could possibly know. So. Here's what we're going to do." Em leaned forward, rapt. "

"We'll teach you about sex, from start to finish. Okay?"

"But we learned all that stuff at..."

"No. Not book learning. Real sex in the real world. Are you up for that?"

Smile, huge sigh and a glimmer of tears. "Yes daddy."

"And because you worked so hard setting this up, you brat, you're going to get what you wanted. To look at my penis. So, let's undress each other." I stood and pulled Emily to her feet. "You first."

"Oh, but why, dad? You've already seen most of me."

"Trust me. It'll be better this way."

I grasped the hem of her tee shirt and tugged it up. Emily lifted her arms to allow me to pull it over her head. I thrilled at her body, still clad in baggy track pants and bra. My cock lurched, growing harder by the second. I pulled her close, running my hands down her sides, looking into her amazing emerald eyes. I slid my hands behind her back and gently unhooked her bra, easing the straps off her shoulders and allowing the cups to fall away from her youthful breasts.

"Oh Emily, you are so beautiful!" She sought reassurance in my eyes. I nodded. "So round. So firm. So white." It took all my will power not to reach out and touch them. Her tiny nipples were stiffening, emulating the roaring giant in my pants. I dropped to my knees, having to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous tits, to address her footwear. Emily placed her hands on my shoulders as I lifted one foot, then the other, to free her feet from the sandals she wore. I looked up at her as I gently grasped the drawstring of her track pants and slowly pulled, collapsing the bow she'd tied there. I placed my fingers inside the waistband and gently loosened the string, then gently drew her pants down over her hips.

Emily was wearing another pair of silk French knickers, a pastel floral arrangement that contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin. I pulled her pants down past her knees and still balancing on my shoulders, she stepped clear. She stood in front of me, naked but for those sexy fucking panties.

"Are you ready?" Another pensive nod, one side of her beautiful lower lip caught between her teeth. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I put my thumbs through the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down. As I had guessed, Emily was clean shaved. Her outer labia were puffy, completely hiding her inner folds. I slid the panties down past her knees and again she stepped clear. My princess was completely nude. I placed my hands on her hips and leaned forward, resting my nose on her pubic mount and inhaled deeply. There it was, that scent I'd wondered earlier if I'd imagined.

"Em, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." And she was.

"Okay daddy, your turn now."

"Not just yet, little girl."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Trust me, Emily. You do trust daddy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. I want you to sit down on the blanket." She did as I asked, kneeling and sitting demurely with her legs to one side, knees bent. I sat opposite, facing her. "Now, some questions." She looked at me, puzzled. "Do you masturbate?" Emily's lips parted in a tiny "O" of surprise, then she blushed furiously.

"I, er, well I..."

"It's okay, hon, you can share with me. Everyone does it. It's completely natural. God knows, I do enough and I've got your hot-as mum, helping keep my testosterone depleted."

"I do sometimes."

"That's my girl. Now, I want you to do just as I say, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl! Now, I want you to lie back for me and relax. Make yourself comfortable. Close your eyes. Keep them closed, no matter what." Emily did as I asked. She lay on her back with her knees bent and feet flat on the ground, slightly apart. I could now see her puffy outer lips clearly.

"So when you masturbate, what makes you feel sexy?"

She answered without hesitation. "Thinking about you." Crikey!

"Thinking about me what?"

"Touching me." Well, that made two of us, I thought.

"Okay. How exactly would I touch you?"

"You'd run your big hands all over me. All over my legs, my stomach, my back, my, my breasts."

"Like this?" I placed my palms on her knees and gently ran them down her calves to her feet, then back up to her knees.

"Yes"

Rising to me knees, I moved around beside her and ran my hands down the tops of her thighs to her hips. Emily gave a little shudder and breathed: "Yes." My cock was thundering in my trousers, begging to be let loose. I slid my palms on to her flat tummy and around the outside of her breasts, careful not to touch them just yet. Emily's little nipples were tighter than ever before, begging to be sucked. My hands went up to her shoulders and neck, caressed her cheeks, then made the journey back to her stomach.

"How does that feel?"

"Oh God, daddy, it feels amazing."

"Are you feeling sexy?"

"Yes!"

"Horny?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I want you to touch your breasts for me, slowly and gently. Imagine that it's me."

She obediently brought her hands up and caressed her breasts, gently kneading and rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

"How does that feel, little girl?"

"Oh daddy."

"What would I do next?"

"You'd want me to be naughty. To... touch myself."

"Good. I want you to open your knees and run your hands down to gently stroke the insides of your thighs."

I watched in amazed wonder as my sweet little stepdaughter slid her hands down to her opening legs and began caressing her inner thighs. As her knees spread, her pussy lips parted as though unzipped, revealing the delicious, neat little dual rows of inner labia, which for the moment, clung together. Her sweet little clitoral hood peeked forth, begging for my tongue. But I wasn't going there yet. My enraged penis throbbed wildly, beating at the doors of his prison. I wasn't going to be able to restrain him much longer.

"How does that feel, Emily?"

"Daddy I want to open my eyes."

What the hell. "Okay" Her great green lamps opened and sucked me down into their irresistible vortex.

I moved around her upraised knee so that I was kneeling between her legs.

"I'm going to tell you what I would do to you next."

"Yes, oh yes, dad."

"I'd kiss your beautiful lips. I'd kiss them gently, running my tongue slowly between them, tasting you for the first time. Breathing in your breath to savour you." Emily shuddered. "Then I'd kiss your beautiful, swan-like neck, starting under your ear, kissing my way down your throat to your chest. I'd go lower, gently circling your nipple with my tongue, but not touching it. I'd slide my tongue across your chest circling the other nipple."

"Aaaah, yes."

"Now I'm softly and slowly flicking my tongue on your nipple. I'm closing my lips and gently biting it."

"Yes. Yes"

I glanced down at her pussy. Her inner lips had parted, and flushed bright red, startling in contrast to her milky white skin. A single line of pearlescent fluid had escaped her vagina and was slowly making its way down her perineum towards her sweet little anus. Her mother's daughter. I looked her in the eye.

"Show me how you touch yourself, Em. Touch yourself for daddy."

Emily's right hand slid from her thigh to the top of her pubic mound and paused for a second. Still watching me, she slowly slid her middle finger down over her clitoris, all the way down to gather the moisture up and used it to coat her inner lips. Then she began a tiny circling motion over her clitoris, her hips giving a tiny involuntary thrust with each cycle. I was on the point of orgasm, watching this sweet little girl finger herself, knowing she was fantasising that it was my touch on her vagina.

"Yes Emily. Good girl." Her rhythm was speeding up, but I didn't want her to cum just yet. "Slow down, baby, we have a long way to go." She visibly relaxed, finger covering her scarlet opening.

"Now, slowly, put your finger inside." She did as she was told, slowly singing her middle digit in to the first knuckle, all the time staring at me with frightening intensity.

"You're such a naughty girl, Emily. Such a dirty, wet, naughty girl. Put it all the way in." Her finger slowly disappeared into her hot little cunt, which forced another stream of juice out of her pussy and down over her tight little arsehole. Unable to help myself, I reached out and caught it on my index finger, causing Emily to convulse as I touched her anus. Looking into her eyes, I raised my finger to my mouth, and slowly sucked her juices from my finger. Emily cried out and spasmed uncontrollably, orgasming on the finger which was now buried tightly in her teen pussy, staring at me hungrily the whole time.When she recovered, she was lying there on her back, legs wide open, panting. "Now it's my turn." I told her. I reached my hands out and she took them. I pulled her slowly to her knees, then her feet.

"Undress me." I ordered. She took my tee shirt by the hem and slowly pulled it over my head, throwing it to the side. I had earlier discarded my thongs and was wearing only jeans and boxers. Emily unbuttoned my Levis and drew them down past my knees, gasping as my boxer-restrained cock tried to spring free. I emulated her earlier strategy and balanced myself with my hands on her shoulders as I freed first one, then both feet from my jeans.

"This is what you you've been waiting for little girl. Are you ready?"

"Yes daddy."

"Alright. Don't just drag the waistband down past it though. Push it up and bring the waistband down slowly from the top to bottom." She did as asked, but oh so slowly. She placed the palm of her hand against the underside of my penis and held it vertically against my stomach. Then she delved her fingertips inside the elasticised waistband and pulled it up and over my glans, then slowly down, stopping as my naked, circumcised head was revealed.

"Oh, daddy, you've been snipped," she gasped.

"Yep, and I wouldn't have it any other way," I asserted.

She pulled my boxers all the way down to my ankles, allowing me to step clear. My granite-like cock waved around in a generally northern orientation, bobbing gently with my pulse. Emily looked from it to me, and back. We were naked. Together.

"God, it's so... big."

I knew better, but wasn't going to spoil the moment. Small side of medium, at best, but it made me happy. The girth was my point of pride.

"You can touch it, baby." She tentatively reached out and grasped it by the base. Her long, pianist's fingers barely managed to close over it. She leaned forward and, much as I had earlier, inhaled, as if trying to fix the scent. I was glad I has showered her mother's juices away a couple of hours ago.

I was mesmerised. I was standing naked in a secluded glade with my gorgeous naked eighteen year old stepdaughter's hand wrapped around my engorged cock, who's throbbing head was milliseconds away from erupting my hot plasma over said nymph.

"So this is your moment, Emily. You wanted to see my penis and here it is. What's next?"

She brought her other hand up and cupped my balls. "Do you think it would be alright if I, gave it a little kiss?" Considering that I had virtually slurped her vaginal juices from her arsehole a few minutes earlier, I wasn't in much of a position to object.

"Kisses aren't really what he wants, Em. Grab him by the base and gently run your tongue up the underside." She did this and as she reached the glans engulfed it in her hot, sweet, tight little mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as her little tongue circled my swollen head and I frantically pulled out of her mouth, prised her fingers away from my shaft and dropped to my knees in front of her.

"We have to stop there for a minute, sweetheart, or I'll cum in your mouth."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Well, yes, but If we're going to do this, I'd like us to do it together. That's how mum and I like to do it, too."

"Mmmm, that sounds good." The saucy little green-eyed minx actually licked her lips.

"Here's what we'll do. We'll get you to the point of almost orgasming and then I'll join in. I'm so close that I'll go off if you just touch me, okay?"

"Hurry, daddy."

"Lay back again, Emily." She did. I lay forward against her, arms around her thighs, nuzzling her lower abdomen. "Ready?"

"Hurry up, dad."

I kissed my way down to the top of her slit, rejoicing in her gloriously soft skin and tangy, sweet aroma. I darted my tongue down to touch the top of her little clitoral hood where it disappeared between her swollen lips and as she moaned, pulled my head back and turned my attention to her inner thighs. I licked up the side of her pussy, taking care to stay clear of her labia, running my tongue along that groove between thigh and vagina, then repeating on the other side. I gently bit her inner thighs. Emily was moaning loudly by now and I could see a thick stream of her secretion coursing down from her vagina. I abandoned the teasing and thrust my face against her gaping cunt, pushing my tongue deep into her. Emily cried out, her hips thrusting hard against me as I ran my tongue up to her clit and began lapping at her nerve centre.

I knew she was close and reared back, walking forward on my knees to position myself between her legs. Her eyes opened and fixed me with their oceanic gaze. I placed my hands under her buttocks and raised her up to my throbbing member. She was thrusting helplessly at me and I used her pelvic motion to allow my cock to slide up and down between her lips two, three times. Her inner petals were spread wide. The time was right. The next time her hips subsided I placed my drooling head over her slippery little hole and allowed it to edge into her. We both gasped and I backed out, then in again, another inch. She moaned and I was throbbing so hard I thought my cock would split. I pulled out again and then slowly thrust my entire length into her. Emily convulsed and grunted as I hit bottom and we stayed like that for a minute, looking into each other's eyes. She was hot, and so, so tight. Again I withdrew and as my head popped free she moaned again and shivered. Her hips began rolling in little thrusts that allowed just my glans to push in and out of her dripping lips. I couldn't hold back any more and thrust myself forward to meet her. I plunged into her like a harpoon, all else swept from my mind like dross before a storm. We bucked and thrust at each other like demons. Her firm tits jiggled madly with every thrust and the sight drove me to a frenzy. I grabbed her by the chin and forced her to lock gazes with me and we came together like oceans pounding against cliffs. She screamed out her pleasure and I pumped my entire being into her tight, hot little cunt.

We lay, insensible for unknown minutes. I was on top of Emily and as I came to my senses, moved to remove my weight from her.

"Don't move, daddy. I've dreamed of having you on top of me for so long."

I took my weight on my elbows and looked down at her. My Emily was flushed, strands of her gorgeous auburn hair plastered across her forehead with sweat. I leaned down and kissed her for the first time, gently sliding my tongue into her sweet little mouth. Sliding down, I took a pert little nipple gently between my teeth as I had told her I would, then swirling the tip of my tongue around it.

"Did I hurt you, my honey?" I couldn't remember feeling the resistance of a hymen parting under my frenzied thrusts.

"Hurt me? How? What do you mean?

"Your virginity. Did it hurt?"

"Oh. No. I took care of that ages ago with a hairbrush handle." She giggled. I pretended to be shocked, but the thought of this sweet little girl with a brush handle jammed into her pussy make my softened cock pulse inside her.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I don't think I can drive home."

*****

I drove us home, both of us seemingly caught up in our thoughts. I glanced over at Emily a few times and caught her doing the same to me. We smiled at each other. I reached over and placed my hand on her knee and she put hers on top of mine.

"Honey, no-one must ever find out what we did today."

"It's alright, dad. I understand."

"What we did... It's not right."

"It felt right!"

"Yeah." We sat in silence for a bit. I tried a different tack, "Mum would be devastated if she knew." Emily shot me a strange look but didn't immediately answer. Finally she asked the question that had been running around my head: "When can we do it again?"

"Emily hon I don't think it would be wise...

"Oh no you don't!" She was vehement. "You don't get to dangle a little piece of happiness in front of me then snatch it away again."

"Okay, okay, we'll find a way to..." To what, exactly? Was I seriously considering carrying on a protracted sexual relationship with my stepdaughter? I had never before cheated on a partner and here I was screwing my wife's daughter. This was madness!

"To come to some arrangement," I stalled. This seemed to mollify her and she started making plans.

"I wanna to get to know all about what turns you on," she purred. "And turns me on, too, of course. I get the feeling that I might turn out to be a very, naughty, girl."

"Oh really," I laughed, thrilled in spite of my misgivings.

"Really!"

"How so?"

"Well, maybe I might decide I don't need to be wearing panties when I visit you and mum in the mornings." I pictured her little show that morning, my lecher's mind supplying the image sans panties and so help me God, my penis lurched to his feet for what seemed the fiftieth time that day.

"Would you like that, daddy?" "Would you like to look at my little pink pussy first thing in the mornings?" She slid a hand down inside the waistband of her pants. I struggled to stay focussed on the road ahead. "Or perhaps taste it?" The hand reappeared, the first two fingers glistening with what I knew to be our combined juices. Emily brought them up to her nose and inhaled deeply before licking them slowly and then inserted them right into her mouth. She sucked them for a few moments and then her hand did its disappearing trick under her waistband again. This time when her gooey fingers reappeared she reached over and pushed them into my mouth. Salty, tangy and sweet. Unable to help myself, I sucked them clean. I was hard again.

By the time I pulled into the garage at home, I had gained some semblance of normality in the crotchal area, having prevailed upon Emily to desist with her sexy antics.

*****

Adele was on the back deck with her paints, laying down the background of a new canvas with a wide brush.

"Hey guys, I'm out here," she called as Emily and I came through from the garage. "How did you go? Did Emily frighten you, Steve?"

"Once or twice," I told her, which earned me a little punch on the arm from Em.

"He's the best teacher, ever," she told her mum. "He showed me what happens when I lose control and how to try and get it back." Straight faced.

"Yeah, he's good like that," Adele agreed. I was ninety percent sure this was innuendo, too. If only she knew. I wondered what she'd say if she found out that not only had I shown my penis to Emily, but had it inside her mouth and sweet young cunt.

"Well I'm off to have a shower," I said to the girls. "That experience with Emily left me a bit sweaty." Ha! Three can play at that game. I slunk off.

*****

The following day I was to fly out to the mine site I was currently working at. My flight didn't leave until three in the afternoon, meaning I'd get to site in time for dinner. Adele had an early appointment with a potential portraiture client and if it went well intended to conduct the first sitting at the client's home straight away. I told her I'd get a cab to the airport so not to worry about getting home before I left. As Adele and I climbed into bed that evening, she asked if I was all packed and ready. "Do you have everything?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Headphones charged?"

"Yep! Did that yesty."

"Something to read?"

"I'll pick something up at the airport."

Her hand slid down my stomach and gently grasped my member, which roused itself from slumber and started to take an interest in proceedings.

"Sexy memories of your girl?"

"I could never have too many of those." I murmured into her ear.

"Correct answer, my sexy man."

*****

In the morning I awoke as Emily threw the curtains wide, letting sunshine flood the bedroom. "Morning mum. Morning Dad."

"Morning, Emily," Adele and I chorused.

Emily was wearing a thin, knee length nighty, which she had to pull up to her thighs to allow her to crawl up the valley between Adele and me. I wondered if she'd made good on her threat to come into our bed without knickers on. I rolled over onto my side, facing her. She smirked at me and unseen by Adele, pressed a wad of cloth into my hand. I looked surreptitiously down and saw exactly what I suspected, a little satin thong, folded to reveal the tiny gusset which was liberally smeared with a moist white goo. She then rolled over to face Adele, making sure to hike up the back of her nighty so that I could see her entire backside, which was predictably, bare. Helpless to resist, I watched my hand steal down, knuckles contacting her spine first, then turning to cup her delicious globes. My middle finger followed her cleft as far as it could. Finding its way past her arsehole to the rear of that hot little hole. I stopped there, not wanting to push things any further with Adele right there in bed with us.

"Well, I should get up and make a start. I've got a busy day, today," Adele said. "Shower time, methinks."

I hurriedly pulled the back of Emily's nightgown down and thrust her panties under the pillow, all without being caught. Adele walked naked to the bathroom, earning her a wolf whistle from her daughter, and a comment of "Nice arse," from me. She stopped in the doorway and gave said anatomy a sexy little wiggle before disappearing inside and sliding the door closed behind her.

As the shower hissed to life, Emily threw the covers off me and dived for my cock, throwing a leg over me and hiking up her nightie in one movement. I barely had time to register what was happening before a hot, wet and slippery mouth closed over my cock and a hot, wet and slippery pussy engulfed my lower face. I had time for one brief thought that she'd be tasting her mother's pussy juices from the previous night before Emily's oral ministrations made coherent thought an impossibility. I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into her delicious centre as she ground and thrust her hips aggressively, forcing her clitoris up and down against my nose, lips and chin. Her little mouth kept time up and down on my now rampant cock, which she grasped firmly by the base. I took her buttocks in my hands, pulling them apart so I could see her pink little anus twitching at me and groaned into her cunt.

I guided her forward and began licking her perineum, hooking the tip of my tongue in the back of her pussy then gliding it up to her arsehole, which I knew drove her mother wild. Emily seemed to have inherited the gene as she shuddered and gave a little moan. Her excitement was pushing me toward climax and I puller her back so I could access her pearl with my lips and tongue. I used my lower lip to pull her clitoral hood back and flicked my tongue gently against her exposed button. She bucked and writhed against me with heightened vigour and I could feel a trickle of saliva course its way down my balls towards my own arsehole. As I thrust urgently into my little darling's mouth, this tiny sensation pushed me over the edge and I lost control. My eyes rolled back in my head and my seed burst from me in a fervid torrent, hosing in hot pulsing gouts. Emily was saved from choking only because my reserves had been exhausted so thoroughly over the past couple of days by both her and her mother. The sensation of me spurting in her mouth triggered Emily's release and she rocked her hips feverishly, forcing her now soaked pussy against my face with renewed vigour, clamping my head between her thighs and shuddering violently as she orgasmed, still sucking my pulsing cock of every last drop of semen.

Emily collapsed on top of me, twitching and juddering, her little pink arsehole contracting rhythmically as the last waves of her climax washed through her. I gave it a little poke with the tip of my tongue and she gasped, jumping.

"You ARE turning out to be a dirty little girl," I murmured between gasps. Emily slithered around on top of me until she straddled me, astride my now flaccid cock, hands on my shoulders.

"Oh I think we've got a long way to go before we've found out just how dirty this little girl can be, daddy," she whispered, smirking. And leaned forward to drive her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting her orgasm and giving me a sample of my own salty flavour. Then she rocked back and used her hips to slide her still swollen labia up and down the length of my member. "I can't wait for you to come home again. Then we'll see about getting some more of this," and with that she reached down and fastened her little hand in a tight grip around the base of my cock, squeezing until it stood up as the blood was again forced into its head. "Into here." Emily squatted over me and forced it into her slick vagina.

At that moment the background noise of the shower spray slowed then stopped. Emily stood up on the bed, releasing my cock with a little "plop" as it pulled from her. Then, with the impossible grace of a gazelle, she bounded from the bed and was gone.

I frantically wiped my face and flaccid penis on the sheets, trying to remove all the evidence of our wrongdoing before Adele re-entered. A minute or so later the bathroom door slip open and my hot little wife stood naked and clean, a white towel tied around her wet hair.

"Phew, it still stinks like sex in here," she grinned, fanning her hand in front of her face. "Emily probably thinks we're depraved." She bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "And you still taste like me," she laughed. "I hope she didn't kiss you."

*****

An hour later I was showered, dressed and alone in the house with my ravenous teenage seductress stepdaughter, who was for the time being, quiescent. I made some breakfast and a coffee, sitting at the kitchen table and paging through a current affairs app on my iPad. I'd packed the satin panties Emily had given me into a side pocket on my bag. They were going to get a decent workout over the next couple of weeks, I was sure. I wondered absently if Emily would find herself thinking about me while she masturbated. Even though I'm head over heels in love with my wife, I often found myself accessing porn and erotic literature sites during my work trips. I'd read somewhere that men were primarily visually oriented for masturbation and this seemed to align with my experience. Something told me I wouldn't have any trouble finding motivation during the next two weeks.

Emily wandered into the kitchen, also washed and dressed for the day in a calf length summer dress, her hair braided back into a thick ponytail. She was wearing no detectable make-up and her fresh skin, pert nose and glowing green orbs made her look good enough to eat. She walked over to behind where I sat on a kitchen stool and cheekily pinched a sip from my coffee cup.

"Eeww! Way too much sugar and no milk."

I swivelled around on the stool to face her. "Well, you cheeky minx, that's what you get when you steal other people's coffee." I smiled as I put my hands on her slender waist and marvelled for the thousandth time at her fresh beauty. I slid my hands down to her hips, noting the lack of a waistband under her dress. My keen eye had already marked the lack of bra by the way her firm C cups swung against the thin cotton.

"I'm going to miss you, too, Em."

"Will you... touch yourself, thinking about me?" Oh God yes.

"Yes."

"You have my panties?" I nodded solemnly. "Would you like something else?" I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Some... photos?" Another nod. "Would you like to take some now, before you go?"

"That sounds like fun," I said.

She laughed that throaty chuckle of hers and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the lounge room. "How about on the couch?" she bubbled.

"Perfect." I said. "That's where I did most of my falling in love with you."

She squealed and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist."You always say the most beautiful things to me. Ever since mummy first brought you home like a lost dog." I snorted at the image, which wasn't so far from the truth.

"How do you want to start," She asked.

"Why don't you do a little peek-a-boo show for me? Starting off innocent and getting naughtier."

"Perfect!" Emily clapped her hands in delight. She strutted over to the couch and sat demurely, legs crossed, hands on her lap. She offered me the sweetest smile, which I captured on my iPhone. I looked down at the screen, frowned and moved over to the window, throwing the curtains wide open and letting the morning sun flood the room. Moving back in front of Emily I tried again, with spectacular results. I reversed the phone and showed her the image, which she studied gravely. Looking up at me she spoke.

"You made me look beautiful."

"Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful creature that God ever blew breath into." Her smile was dazzling. I started clicking.

Emily moved as though a dancer, flowing from one sensual pose to the next. She had an instinctive understanding of the lens and knew how to maximise her allure. I was mesmerised as she slowly bared more and more skin until she stood naked and coy in front of me, an alabaster goddess in the prime of youth.

"Do you want some dirty ones?" she asked.

"Not today, Em. You've given me everything I need, for now. I still have the memories of the... things we've done." Again with the suggestive little smirk. I swear that expression was one of the naughtiest things about her.

"Daddy, would you do one more thing for me before you go?"

"What's that, honey?"

"Make love to me? Slowly. Here on the couch. Or in my bed, or yours?"

"I can't think of anything I would like more."

*****

I walked over to her, drinking her with my eyes. Her great auburn braid hung down over her left shoulder to her waist, obscuring her nipple, but she was otherwise bared to me. She reached up and released my buttons, then untucked my shirt before loosening my belt, then my trouser button and slid my zipper down. I shucked my deck shoes and my pants dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them. Emily peeled me out of my shirt and we were naked. Her tiny nipples were crinkled and taut. Her smiling face shone up at me like a beacon of trust. I bent my head and kissed her, warmly, our tongues softly entwining as though for the first time. I guided her back to the couch and lowered her, sinking to my knees in front of her. I pulled her forward until her bottom was almost on the edge and began kissing the insides of her knees, working back and forth and edging closer to the perfect little pink flower at their centre. Emily lay back, watching me with those great green orbs.

Her legs parted slowly to allow me access and a tiny shudder ran through her as I final kissed her mound just above her cleft. I could smell her tangy musk and almost surrendered to the desire to plunge in but somehow found the will to resist. Instead I gently kissed her outer lips, eliciting a little mewling sound from her. Emily opened her knees wide and I noticed a trickle of her milky fluid again running down towards her pink little pucker. This time I gently lapped it with my tongue, savouring her taste and she shuddered and groaned aloud.

"Oh daddy, how do you DO that?" she whispered hoarsely.

I had an erection a cat couldn't scratch, clamouring to be deployed, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and concentrated on my little girl's pleasure. I traced the tip of my tongue up to her hot-pink inner labia, allowing it to slide gently between and up to her clitoris. Emily gasped and arched her back. I reached around her thigh and used my thumb to gently pull up on the top crease of her vulva, popping her little pink pearl out of its hood. So beautiful. I blew a gentle stream of air between my pursed lips on to it and Emily's moist sex contracted, pushing another stream of milky liquid towards her anus. I caught this with my mouth too, and repeated the trip up through her lips with my tongue tip. Emily growled, an animal sound of unbridled pleasure and I smiled to myself. Time to turn up the heat.

I placed my lips over Emily's button and sucked gently, lightly flicking with my tongue. Her hips started rolling involuntarily as I alternated between plunging deeply into her vagina and lightly caressing her clitoris. It didn't take long for her orgasm to build and within seconds she was bucking and moaning, her hands pressing hard on the back of my head, forcing me against her.

As she started to relax, I pulled back, surveying my creation. Pools of Emily's cum had collected on the leather of the couch between her arse cheeks. Some had poured down onto the deep carpet. Not the first time that had happened on this couch and almost certainly not the last. Her knees lay against the leading edge, exposing her gaping pussy lips. Emily lay back against the cushions, one arm thrown over her eyes. I gently cupped her breasts, leaning forward to nuzzle them, one at a time. She removed her arm from her face, flushed cheeks and teethmarks on her lower lip where she had bitten it in the throes of ecstasy. I kissed her gently and she sighed.

"Ready for the main event?"

Her silent nod was all the encouragement I needed.

I moved forward on my knees until the head of my wildly thumping cock nestled between Emily's flushed lips. Holding her by the waist and looking into her eyes, I gently edged into her. Her eyes rounded and she gave a little shiver. We stayed like that for a minute and I retreated and pushed forward a little more. And again. And again, a little deeper each time until I was fully inside her, looking into her glorious green eyes. I moved to kiss her and we began moving, slowly, thrusting in and out.

Emily began to pant in time with our thrusts. She threw her head back and I kissed her graceful throat, tasting her, glorying in her, this teen goddess. I moaned with unadulterated pleasure and she echoed me. Our hips mirrored one another's movements, slowly but surely building in tempo. Emily began to form words within her panted breadth and I eventually discerned that she was breathing "Fuck. Me. Daddy. Fuck. Me. Daddy."

I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her to allow me better penetration and began to thrust in earnest. Emily's vocalisation grew in intensity, spurring me on to greater effort and our flesh began to make a clapping sound as our groins began to pound one another. Emily's cunt was a tunnel of sweet fire and my cock a locomotive of purest lust. She put her arms around my neck and wrapped those long, long legs around my waist and I stood, supporting her weight under her buttocks. She pressed her face into my neck as we moved to the wall and I pushed her against it, ramming her now, urgent, my passion a thing of silver flame, meeting Emily's and redoubling it. She was arching her hips and moving with me, sliding up and down my cock with single-minded intensity. I placed my finger against her clenched anus, pressing with just enough force to slide in to the first knuckle.

Emily's head flew back, eyes open and she lost control, howling with an animalistic ululation that filled me with savage joy. She bucked and spasmed on my cock like an epileptic jellyfish. Her passion pushed me over the edge and I emptied out inside her, adding my own howl to hers. We juddered against each other for what seemed like hours, but was more likely only a minute or so, kissing passionately, tongues writhing against each other in bliss.

I staggered back to the lounge with Emily still clinging to me like a limpet. We collapsed on the leather and lay there, gasping for breath. As my scattered wits regrouped in my feverish skull, I became aware of a breeze blowing through the room, billowing the curtains. I looked to the connecting door to the garage and my wildly beating heart stopped cold in my chest. Silhouetted against the doorway was Adele.

*****

"Well, look at what the mice get up to when the cat's away."

My befuddled brain refused to grasp the situation. I was still inside Emily, my cock softening rapidly now. My life literally flashed before my eyes and I pictured the divorce, recriminations, legal action, and public shame. Hell, I was going to lose the two beings I loved most and... Oh shit, what would my daughters think of me. It was too much. I couldn't grasp the size of the disaster I had brought down on myself.

"Adele, I..." There was nothing, absolutely no words to mitigate the catastrophe I had wrought upon this family. I had plunged from the heights of glorious love to the depths of darkest despair in less than a minute. "I..."

I couldn't even look at her. I couldn't look at Emily. I closed my eyes and wished for the floor to open and swallow me down whole. I could hear Adele's footsteps as she stalked over to where we lay, covered in sinner's sweat. At last something occurred to me. I could try and protect Emily, at least.

"Adele, listen. This had nothing to do with Emily. It was all my idea. Emily is the victim here. You should..."

"Bullshit!" I found the courage to look up at her as she stood over us, arms akimbo. The very image of a righteously wronged wife and mother. "That saucy little minx has been trying to get you into her pants for the past two years, haven't you Emily?"

"Yes mummy."

Something was wrong. Emily didn't seem cowed as a daughter caught in flagrante delicto with her stepfather ought to. In fact she sounded almost on the brink of laughter.

"And God knows, I've been helping her. It's about time you finally succumbed to our little girl's charms."

Wait, what? I looked from one to the other, completely unable to understand what was happening.

The girls burst out laughing. Nonplussed, I still had the presence of mind to notice how Emily's bare breasts jiggled delightfully as she shook with mirth.

"Oh daddy I'm so sorry. Mum and I have been scheming for ages. You held out way longer than we thought. We were starting to worry that we'd have to tie you up."

Adele leaned down and took my face in her hands, kissing me softly on the lips. "There's no better man on earth to introduce our little girl to the pleasures of lovemaking. And from what she's been telling me and what I just saw, you're doing a bloody good job. Now, go and get cleaned up, you two. I'll put the kettle on."

"I'm hopping in the shower with you, dad."

*****

When we were showered and dressed again, Adele had cleaned up the couch and carpet and was seated at the kitchen with three steaming mugs of coffee, leafing idly through an artist's supply catalogue. Emily sat next to her and I sat opposite so I could look at them both.

"Alright you two. Spill the beans. You nearly gave me a heart attack back there."

It turned out that Emily had asked Adele about the human side of birds and bees. Not the technical side taught in school, but the loving, passionate side that she'd witnessed in her home. After some lengthy discussion, they'd hatched the plan to have Emily work on my defences, eroding them to the point where they both felt I'd be ripe for the plucking. Instead of remaining oblivious to Emily's sexual predation of the poor hapless husband/father, she was orchestrating it. I groaned as I realised the significance of all the innuendos and double entendre that had washed past me.

"When Emily told me that she was falling head over heels in lust for you as well as her daughterly feelings, we talked about it until we realised it's not really a problem. I'm more than happy to keep the love inside this home. I know you won't hurt her and if she finds a boyfriend in your image down the track we can all be proud that we've eased her into the world in the best possible way."

The girls sat there beaming at me. I had no words at the fullness of my heart.

"Now, give me a look at those photos before I drive you to the airport."The next two weeks passed in a blur. I remember them dragging by with excruciating tempo - or lack of it - but couldn't honestly say what I did during that time. Except daydream about getting home to my girls, of course. I performed my work by rote and the lack of detail I was able to supply when handing over to my opposite number, Travis, drew me an irritated glare. I didn't care, I was going home. There had been plenty of phone calls and three or four video calls while I was away but they can't substitute for the real thing. Besides, I had a secret to share with the girls and couldn't wait to share it in person.

As if I was emerging from a coma, my world brightened as I closed the distance between myself and home. Colours intensified, sounds were clearer and even my in-flight meal tasted like food instead of the packaging. By the time I walked down the gangway to the tarmac in my hometown there was a spring in my step, a sparkle in my eye and an iron bar in my pants.

As I passed through the sliding doors into the terminal, I was nearly bowled over by a frenzied whirlwind of arms and legs, sweet scented hair and squeals.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, you're home at LAST! You don't KNOW just how much I've missed you."

I hugged Emily back hard, and murmured into her hair, "I think I might just know, kitten." I took her sweet heart shaped face between my palms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, drawing a warm smile from an elderly couple passing by.

Emily was wearing a summery floral print frock that fell to mid-thigh. Her copper-highlighted tresses were pulled back in cornrows and plaited into a long, thick snake. Her impossibly huge emerald orbs fairly glowed with excitement and my heart thudded to a stop as I drank in her beauty - that fresh, heart-aching beauty that captures the very essence of youth, unconscious grace and innocence. Then I remembered to breathe and my heart once again stuttered to life.

"God, you are beautiful, Emily," I managed, and she beamed, her radiance enough to rival that of the sun.

"Where's mum, honey," I asked and Emily pointed back the way she had come and I picked out Adele's smiling face moving through the arrivals crowd towards us. Emily grabbed my hand a pulled me in that direction.

"Hello, handsome."

"Hi honey."

Adele smiled as we hugged and kissed.

"Thank God you're home. This one's been driving me nuts."

"Have not!" Emily pouted but her eyes crinkled with mischief and she allowed, "Well, maybe a little bit."

I laughed and took each of my girls by the hand as we moved in the direction of the carousel to collect my bag.

It was good to be home.

Emily had passed her driver's test in my absence, so of course she had to drive home. Adele still wasn't comfortable with sitting next to a relatively new driver so I got that duty. Our fledgling driver was fairly bubbling with enthusiasm so I placed my hand on her thigh and said, "Em, hon, I know you're excited but to drive responsibly you'll need to take a breath and calm down, okay?"

She looked at me and did just that, inhaling deeply and calming visibly as she exhaled.

"Ok, dad, I'm good now."

"That's my good girl."

"No, I'm your BAD girl!" She leered at me. I could practically hear Adele's eyes rolling in the back seat.

*****

As I put my overnight bag down on the bedroom floor I was assaulted by a force of nature, knocking me sideways on to the king-size bed I share with Adele.

"About time." A husky voice rasped in my ear, followed by a hot wet tongue. I could feel her firm breasts pushed against my ribs and she straddled my thighs as I lay on my side, enjoying the sensation of nubile teen rubbing cat-like against me.

"Emily, give the poor man some time to unwind before you start raping him," Adele laughed from the doorway.

"Oh I think it would be entirely consensual, mum." Emily purred, but she kissed my nose and climbed off of me. She bounced out the door, pausing to kiss her mother's nose and a quick hug on the way.

"I swear that girl has a new lease on life since you two discovered each other." Adele told me. Emily had always been bright and outgoing, so I wondered aloud just what that meant for the sanity of the household.

"Oh I'm sure she'll settle down in a couple of days," Adele told me. And so she did.

*****

Later that afternoon I had unpacked and settled down on the couch with three fingers of Jameson's and a beautiful woman each side of me. It was time to drop my bombshell.

"Hey girls, do you remember that job I applied for as a number cruncher for the company," I asked the ceiling? "The one that's taken forever to hear back about?"

"The one where you get to live at home?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, that's the one." I had their attention now.

"Did you get it?" Adele asked.

"No!" The girls looked crestfallen.

"I got the next one up!" I crowed.

"Wait. What?" The girls looked at me, confused.

"You are now looking at the new Work Management Governance Manager for Basin Meta Minerals Propriety Limited - a position that comes with office here in town, a company car and a big fat salary increase." I announced with a flourish.

Adele whooped and Emily sprang from the couch and plopped straight on to my knees, almost spilling my whiskey in the process.

"Babe, that is amazing," Adele enthused and Emily bounced alarmingly on my knees, clapping and smiling. She had clearly removed her bra since we arrived home from the airport and her firm mounds jounced and jiggled invitingly through the thin silky material of her dress. I imagined her little nipples rubbing on the inside of the cloth and to my delight, they appeared to harden and jut appealingly.

"So what does this mean for us," Adele, ever the pragmatic one, put her finger directly on the important issue.

"It means, my love, that apart from occasional overnight visits to the various assets, I'll be home every night and weekends, too."

"Yes!" Emily shared her feelings.

"Yes!" agreed Adele and I.

Adele leaned across and kissed me, full and deeply, her cheeky little tongue darting into my mouth. I returned serve with gusto, feeling plenty pleased with myself.

"You best be sharin' THAT, mumma," Emily drawled and joined us, her dainty tongue plunging into the fray with abandon. I had never expected to have two tongues wiggling suggestively into my mouth and gasped with delighted surprise. Emily giggled into my mouth and Adele broke away to laugh aloud.

"Well THAT was unexpected, young lady," she growled in mock-outrage, swatting Emily's firm buttocks just above where they sat on the tops of my thighs.

"Fun, though." Em was unrepentant. I had to agree with her.

My mobile phone buzzed and skittered on the coffee table, ending the moment before we really understood there WAS a moment. Emily swung around from the waist and captured the glancing at the screen as she passed it to me.

"It's Meaghan," she announced, and rose to her feet to allow me to take the call. I thumbed the screen and answered.

"Hey, gorgeous girl, what's happening?"

"Hey dad, how are you?"

"Pretty good for an old bloke, how about you?"

"Aww, you're not that old, and I'm good."

"Glad to hear it, chicky."

"Soo... it looks like I'll be in town in a few days for work and I wondered if it would be okay if I stayed with you. I'm rolling out some training packages for the sales staff and the company will pay for a hotel but I thought it'd be nice to spend some time with you and Adele and Emily." As usual, Meaghan spoke in a breathy rush. She lives her life at 110% of the speed limit and can at times be hard to keep up with. Makes for exciting times, though.

"I think that'll be fine, Meg. Just let me check with Adele. What are the dates?"

"I'll get there... well, I'll get to Riverton on Thursday and have some work to do there Thursday and Friday morning. I'll get a hire car there and drive up to you on Friday afternoon and then I can stay for the long weekend. I can drop the car at the airport Monday evening and fly back down here to South Point ready for work on Tuesday morning, if that's okay?"

"Hey babe, is it okay if Meg stays with us this weekend?" I asked Adele.

"We'd love to have her."

"Yay," called Emily from the kitchen, where she'd gone to make herself a drink. Meaghan was five years older than Emily and the younger girl looked up to Meg, in spite of towering over her, height wise.

"Sounds like it's unanimous," I told Meg.

"Was that the beanpole I heard in the background," Meg asked.

I laughed. "Yep. I think she's grown another inch in the past month."

"That's all I need," Meaghan mock-grumbled. "More height insecurity. Alright, I'll see you Friday. I'll bring my highest of heels. Love you!"

"Love you too, honey. Bye."

Meaghan stood five feet three inches in her socks. She packed some powerful womanliness into her diminutive frame, though, with shapely curves enhanced by hours spent in the gym and a tiny waist topped by impressive D-cup breasts. She has a wide, generous smile and a perky little upturned nose with a gorgeous spray of freckles. Her eyes are vivid, clear cerulean and her hair... Oh, her hair. It's the flaming colour of a spring sunrise. Where Emily's long hair is a deep auburn with coppery highlights, Meaghan's is the fiery red that women pay a fortune for. As a kid she'd borne the brunt of all the 'ranga jokes and ginger taunts and had taken them all in her stride. As she matured the taunts dried up and the boys' heads started turning. Now in her early twenties, Meaghan was the embodiment of femininity. She often reminded me of a pocket-sized Jessica Rabbit.

*****

Emily came back into the living room with a tall, tinkling glass of juice. She placed it on the table next to my whiskey and plunked herself back down next to me.

"It'll be good to see Meg again," she said. "I haven't seen her since the wedding." Meg and Anthony had been married six months earlier. Emily had been one of the bridesmaids.

"Yeah, I wonder how married life's treating her," Adele put in.

"I guess we'll find out soon," I said.

"So, I think it's time we started my next lesson, daddy. What's next?"

"Ahhh, I'm not sure," I turned to Adele, "Has she been a good girl, babe?"

"Mostly. A bit cheeky at times but I s'pose that's normal for a teenager."

"Hmm, cheeky, eh? I guess we'd better beat that out of her, then." And with that I seized Emily and cast her, shrieking, across my lap. Adele, laughing, stood and moved around to grab Emily's kicking feet. I pinned Em with one hand and with the other I hiked her dress dress up over her pretty little derrière. Which, incidentally, was naked as a jaybird.

"Now THAT'S naughty," I said.

Adele meanwhile had manoeuvred herself under Emily's shins and was sitting next to me, barely keeping the flailing limbs under control.

Emily's pale bottom mooned up at me, breathtaking in its pert, firm roundness. I could see the tiny pale hairs that covered it, almost invisible but for the sunlight streaming through the window turning them into the softest golden corona. My penis lurched to life and began to throb gently with my heartbeat.

"Go on then," she said, "give her a crack on the backside."

"Mum, NOOO," wailed our little girl and I gave her a swat on the right cheek.

"Owowowow," she wailed, although it was nowhere near hard enough to hurt.

"Oh that's not hard enough," laughed Adele and gave Em's left buttock a resounding CRACK. Emily shrieked again, redoubling her attempts to escape. A red handprint appeared on her bum cheek. Feeling a bit sorry for her I gave it a tender rub, as she bucked and writhed under my pinioning arm. "Now the other side, said Adele and gave Emily a matching palm print on the right with another CRACK. Emily was caught between tears and laughter as I began rubbing her second welt. She quieted across my knee and I freed the hand holding her down to help rub here reddened arse. She moaned gently. I discovered that if I pulled her cheeks apart I could see her pretty little pink rosebud and the rear of her vulva, glinting softly with just a hint of dewy moisture.

I looked at Adele to see she was watching the show, too, her bottom lip caught gently between her teeth. I moved my hands down a bit and pulled Emily's cheeks apart giving us a better view. Emily's lips parted gently allowing us to see into her tight little pussy. Adele reached out tentatively and ran a long fingernail slowly and gently down Em's bum crack, bumping lightly over her tiny pink anus and stopped. Emily shivered and moaned again and Adele looked up at me. I nodded encouragingly and her fingernail resumed it's course, tracing down to pause at the entrance to Em's honeypot. Then, slowly, began to sink in. My rock hard shaft pulsed against Emily's stomach. I absolutely could not believe what I was seeing.

"Gaah," said our little girl as Adele's forefinger pushed in, past the nail, the first knuckle and eventually all the way in, her thumb resting against her daughter's sweet little freckle. Emily pushed her butt up against her mother's finger, making little gasping sounds. Adele withdrew her finger and, looking at me, slowly raised it and put it in her mouth, sucking it clean of her daughter's juices. I was panting now, close to orgasm. Adele slowly replaced her finger in Emily's vagina, thrusting it in and out several times. This time when she pulled out it was my mouth if found its way into. I savoured the sweet, musky flavour of our little girl and began jerking my hips uncontrollably as I pumped my semen into my trousers, making little grunting sounds. Waves of orgasm rolled through me and the world faded momentarily, concentrating into concentric spheres of pleasure radiating from my groin.

"Daddy did you just cum in your pants?" Emily giggled, causing her tummy to bounce against my still spasming member, intensifying the waves of pleasure rocking through me. Adele laughed too.

"Someone's got a hair trigger today."

"Well in my defence it's been two weeks since my last ejaculation," my orgasm was fading now, allowing me to marshal my thoughts into some semblance of order.

"Wait, you mean you haven't masturbated once since you left? I thought that was what the photos were for," Emily said over her shoulder.

"The photos were to remind me of what was waiting for me at home, honey, not porn."

"Oh!"

"Well, two of the three people in this room still need satisfaction, Mr Premature. Are you up for it?" asked my cheeky bride.

"I'm sure we can work something out," I put my game face on.

Emily extricated herself from my lap and stood in front of us. She crossed her arms at the waist and grasped the hips of her little summer frock. In one smooth, practised move she drew it up and over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her tall, slender frame in all its athletic glory. I marvelled again at the sheer youthful beauty of the girl. Smoothly muscled limbs shaped by years of netball and ballet: high, firm breasts tipped with incredibly dainty rosy buttons, now crinkling and shrinking further under my gaze: narrow waist with just a tiny hint of womanly shape over her stomach and slim, high set hips.

I rose to my feet and extended a hand to Adele. "Come on, let's all get naked," I said, pulling her up. I started unbuttoning Adele's blouse as Emily deftly unfastened her slacks and slid them down her legs. Adele stepped free and I peeled her out of her top. Emily moved behind her mother and unhooked Adele's bra, allowing it to join the growing pile of garments on the floor. Adele's breasts were unravaged by the passage of time, high, firm and proud. Larger than Emily's, they were crested by darker crowns, no less suckable.

I stooped and hooked my fingers into the waistband of Adele's thong, gently drawing it down so she could again step out. I placed my hands on her buttocks and rested my head against her lower abdomen, nose against her pubis and inhaled deeply. Her musk was somehow deeper than Emily's, richer and somehow more fitting for her forty years. It was no less dizzying, for all that.

"Your turn, dad," said Emily.

I rose to my feet and loosened my belt. Emily batted my fingers aside and took over releasing me from my trousers and shorts. As she pulled them down past my now semi-hard member she giggled at the mess I had made.

"Oooh, daddy, you did have a lot going on in there."

As Adele worked her way down my shirt buttons, Emily grabbed her discarded frock from the floor and began firmly but deftly wiping away my sticky mess.

At last all three of us were al fresco and I had one goddess standing in front of me, breasts thrust against my arm, with her daughter on her knees in front of me. Adele put her arms around my neck and kissed me, pushing her amazing tits more firmly against my side. I felt a warm, wet sensation engulf my glans and I knew Emily had taken me into her mouth. I moaned in pleasure as the girls worked me with their tongues. Adele kissed her way down my neck, my chest and then swirled her tongue around my nipple. Then she gently but firmly pushed me back until my calves touched the couch, Emily following along on hands and knees, still latched onto my member like a sexy little calf. As I sat down she released me with a wet little plopping sound, making us all laugh.

"Why don't we give dad a chance to regain his strength?" Adele asked Emily, who blinked in confusion. "Lets give him a little show to help him kick-start that beast of his."

"No more smacking?" Emily asked, mindful of the red splotches still adorning her sweet little arse.

"Not at the moment, honey. Here, come and get on your knees so he can see our butts."

Adele moved in front of me, got to her knees then leant forward so I had a clear view of her magnificent backside. Emily moved to her right side and emulated her, giving me an unrestricted view of two gorgeous bums.

"Now bend right down so your breasts are on the rug and push your butt back so daddy can see our bumholes and pussies. Boys like that, don't they Steve?"

As the girls adopted what I consider to be one of the sexiest poses a human female is capable of, a low rumble escaped from deep within my chest and my member thudded, mindless of its recent demise.

"And now we can just play," Adele told Em.

Both sets of labia were swollen with desire and moist. Adele's were luxurious, full and deep pink with prominent lips that grew all the way to the rear of her vagina with a little raised rim dividing her pussy from her perineum. They were parted and reminded me a little of a butterfly. Her anus was tight and light brown, complementing her labia. I knew from experience just how inviting that particular hole was.

Emily's lips were much paler pink and smaller, fringed with little crenulations. They tapered into the entrance to her vagina, which had parted due to her posture and revealed her rosy pink interior and little white bumps of her internal structure. Her anus was like a tiny pink blossom. I wanted so badly to explore the possibilities of that region.

I sat forward to better enjoy the show as each girl slid a hand between her legs, their knees touching as they spread them a little to allow better access. As if by unspoken agreement they rubbed their middle fingers lightly up and down their centres, moistening the pads before moving slowly down to begin lightly circling their clitorises (clitori?). I was at three quarter mast by this stage and the girls began to breathe more deeply as they intensified their motion. Their heads were laying flat on the rug, facing each other and I could see that they were looking into each other's eyes.

Adele slid across and kissed Emily, licking her daughter's lips and pushing her tongue into her mouth. Emily moaned and returned the kiss. Their hips were rocking now in time with the circling of their fingers and my cock had reached full extension.

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