Archive of Our Own

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I stretched, glad to be out of the car. The roads up here to this cabin were not very well-maintained. In fact, the last mile or two hadn’t been on asphalt at all, just a dirt road that seemed more holes than road.

Still, we were here and it was time to relax. I worked a bit of stiffness out of my arms and then went around to the back of Alan’s minivan. Well, Zoe’s minivan that she was letting her husband borrow for a week or two.

Taylor was already there, shifting her weight from side to side. I smiled at her and ruffled her hair. She scowled reflexively and tried to get away, which just made me grin some more.

“Ready to have some fun, Taylor?” I asked, popping the latch of the rear hatch and pulling it open.

“I guess, Dad,” Taylor said, staring into the back of the minivan and all the stuff that was piled up in it. Emma sure had brought a lot of stuff. And only a bag or two of it was clothes. Well, who wanted to go to the store during a vacation? “This is going to be kind of weird.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Alan said, sliding the minivan keys into his pocket. “Danny and I used to head up the mountains all the time to relax and have fun, right?”

“Right, I said, nodding as he slapped my back with a smile. “Drink beer, play poker, that sort of thing.”

“Not that we ever told your grandmom about that, Emma,” Alan said with a snort. “But now that I own it, we can do whatever we want.”

“And I plan to,” Emma said with a bright, sunny smile. “And spend lots of time with Taylor here!”

I nodded, smiling a bit. A nice, relaxing vacation would be just what Taylor and I needed. It was quite decent of Alan to invite us along on this trip. I was looking forward to it.

We all picked up some bags and started for the cabin. It looked in worse repair than it had the last time I had been up here, years and years before Taylor had been born. It could certainly use a fresh coat of paint and getting the moss cleaned off of the roof. Ah well, maybe Alan and I could get around to that during our stay up here.

Opening the door, we all came on in. I looked around the living room. Despite being called a cabin, it was actually pretty large. A living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom, with an attic that had been dusty and creepy the last time I had been up here. I didn’t even want to think of what it was like now. None of the rooms were large, but put together, it made for a place that was only a bit smaller than my own, actual home.

“So this is it?” Emma asked, dumping her two sacks of canned food on the kitchen table. “Looks nice.”

I nodded, lugging my backpack of clothes and the like into the bedroom. That was when something occurred to me. I bit my lip, staring down at the beds. The two beds. Of course. The cabin had always had two beds. That had never been a problem when it had just been Alan and I and maybe a girlfriend that one or the other of us had brought along. Now, though…

“Hey, Alan?” I asked, poking my head back into the living room. “Did you think to pack some sleeping bags?”

“No, why?” Alan asked, looking up from sorting the bags he and Taylor had dropped onto the floor. “The sheets aren’t mildewed or something, are they?”

“No, the beds look fine. But there’s only two of them.”

“Ah,” Alan said, frowning. “And I don’t think that we packed any spare bedsheets or the like, either.”

“So… we share beds with each other?” Emma asked. “I’m fine with sleeping with either Taylor or you, Dad.”

“I can share a bed with Dad,” Taylor said quickly, glancing over at me. “I used to do that with you and Mom on vacation.”

I frowned, wincing a bit at the memories of how happy we had been on those vacations. We might have been so poor that we could only afford a one-bed motel room but we had all still fit in it. Of course, Taylor had still been in single digits back then. On the other hand…

“Yeah, either that or Alan and I can sleep on the floor,” I said, glancing down at the floor.

“My chiropractor would kill me if I did that,” Alan said with a laugh. “Only she wouldn’t need to, because I’d neve make it into the office.”

I nodded at that and sighed. Sleeping on the floor at my age wasn’t a very appealing idea, either. And while the bed was narrow, both Taylor and I were pretty skinny. And she was my daughter, anyway. How hard, really, could it be to get some restful sleep in a situation like this?

“Hey, Dad?” Taylor asked from the kitchen. “Do you know where the pans are?”

I put down my book and wandered into the kitchen. It took me a while to find my voice. Mostly because of what I was seeing.

Taylor was bent over at the waist, pushing her butt out behind her. And since she was wearing an extremely skimpy pair of shorts that clung to her skin like glue, I could see a lot of her butt. It was hard for me to tear my gaze away from her as I looked down at her rear, swaying back and forth as she searched the drawers underneath the kitchen counter.

Oh fuck, I shouldn’t be staring at my daughter like this. I certainly shouldn’t be getting an erection. But I was and I was helpless to stop it. I could feel my dick getting harder and harder inside of my pants as I looked down at Taylor. For a single, wild minute I felt the urge to step forward, pull her shorts down and start groping her butt, feeling her skin and muscles and fat moving around underneath my hands.

“Dad?” Taylor asked, looking over her shoulder. “Something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” I quickly said, sinking down into a squat and looking into the cupboard with Taylor. “What are you looking for, exactly?”

As Taylor talked and I helped her look, I took a deep, deep breath. Okay. Alright. I should not being doing that again. Just looking was bad enough but what if Taylor had caught me staring at her ass? That would be the worst of it, but anyone here realizing that I was checking out my teenage daughter would be bad.

And what kind of defense could I offer? That I was starting to get horny and worked up again, now that Annette had been dead for so long? That wasn’t at all acceptable.

Shaking my head, I did my best to put the thought completely out of my mind. Just think about my book or something. That would be fine. Just fine.

I was having trouble going to sleep. I wondered if anyone else was, either. I couldn’t hear anything else. Just the small, soft sounds of Taylor’s breath. And I could smell the shampoo she used. And…

And there was a girl sleeping in my bed. That meant exactly one thing to my body, no matter how much my mind tried to tell it otherwise. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to get myself under control. I should not be acting like some teenager who thought with his balls instead of his brain. This was Taylor, this was my daughter, she wasn’t doing anything and I should just go ahead and get some sleep.

I certainly shouldn’t have an erection that was brushing up against Taylor’s butt but that was exactly what was happening. I swallowed hard, wishing that I hadn’t worn boxers to bed, so that there would be more between the two of us. As it was, I was extremely aware of how my stiff, aching rod was brushing up against Taylor’s rear. Not very much, not by a lot, but just enough for me to feel the tip of my head pressing against my daughter’s ass. I really hoped that Taylor couldn’t feel it.

How on earth was Alan managing to sleep like this when Emma was in his bed with him? I had to admit that Emma was a lot more conventionally attractive than Taylor was and he was pressed right up against his daughter, since they were both built on a larger frame than Taylor and I.

I shivered and closed my eyes, rolling onto my other side and facing the wall. That… would just have to do. I’d get some sleep, try not to think about anything and in the morning, maybe be the first one up so that my morning wood would have some time to die down.

I couldn’t think of a much better plan than that.

“Sure you don’t want to come swimming with me and Mr. Barnes?” Taylor asked me, tugging at the towel she had tossed over her shoulder.

She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit that was quite modest and concealing but it still showed off her long legs. I managed to make sure that my eyes stayed on her face but it was a struggle to do so. She reminded me a lot of her mother, though I had never known Annette when we had been teens.

“No, I’m fine,” I said, tapping my book. “I just don’t feel up to freezing bits of myself off right now.”

“Your loss,” Alan said with a grin, slapping me on the shoulder before standing next to Taylor. “We’ll be sure to let you know how it was.”

I nodded, watching the two of them going. There was a small pond about half a mile up the mountain from where the cabin was. I just couldn’t imagine that it was that warm at this time of the day, without the sun having had a while to beat down on it. Maybe later I would go. But for now, I would just read.

Emma had begged off as well, saying that she wanted to work on her tan. She had been sprawled over a lawn chair quite close to me for the past hour or so and I thought that she was asleep by now.

As Alan and Taylor headed off along the trail, I glanced over at Emma. I swallowed as I did so. Unlike Taylor, she was wearing a bikini that showed off a lot more skin. A shocking amount of it, actually. She was laying on her front right now so I only had my memories to work off of, but I could recall that her top had been two small triangles of material that barely covered her nipples. And her bottom had covered so little of her crotch that I was pretty sure that…

I was pretty sure that I didn’t know what Alan had been thinking, allowing his daughter to wear a bikini like that. And I knew he had seen Emma wearing it. We had all seen Emma prancing around in that tight, tiny outfit.

I looked over at her again and swallowed. I realized that she had undone the strings on her top, letting them fall apart so that the sun could beat on her bare back. Meaning that if she sat up or rolled over, her bare boobs would be on complete display.

And even if she stayed right where she was, her legs were still widely spread and the rear of her bottom had been swallowed up by her cheeks. Except for the high-arching lines on her sides, it was like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

I wasn’t able to stop myself and rose to my feet. I just had to get a closer look. I found myself standing at the foot of the chair, staring right up Emma’s legs towards her pussy and ass. I swallowed hard as I stared once again, feeling my cock twitching inside of my shorts as I stared at the teenage model in front of me.

It wouldn’t hurt anything if I took care of some of the tension I was feeling, right? Of course not. My hand slipped inside of my shorts and I started to masturbate, staring at Taylor’s best friend. Emma was still laying as still as a stone, softly breathing. Good. I didn’t want to have to explain this to anyone.

I shivered as my hand pumped up and down along my shaft as I stared at Emma. God, she was so hot. I wondered if she had a boyfriend yet. Taylor hadn’t said anything about it.

Emma sighed softly and shifted a bit. For a moment I froze but then I realized what had just happened. Somehow her bikini bottom had come undone a bit and I could see a hint of her pussy. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing. I could so easily picture myself climbing on top of that chair and pushing myself inside of Emma, stuffing her pussy full of my dick and screwing her senseless.

It would be such a bad idea, of course. I shook my head and opened my eyes. And stared down into Emma’s.

Her gaze was hooded and cloudy, like she wasn’t sure what was really going on. She yawned and stretched, still looking at me.

“Mr. Hebert?” Emma asked in a soft voice. “What’s going on?”

“I,” I stammered, swallowing heavily and tugging my shorts back up. “Uh, never mind, Emma, just go back to sleep.”

“I am asleep,” Emma said slowly. “Oh.” She looked down at my crotch and smiled. “This is one of those dreams? I’m glad.”

I blinked at that and then again as Emma flipped herself around so that she was laying on her back. And sure enough, that meant that her breasts were completely exposed. I stared hungrily at them, seeing the large mounds rising and falling as she breathed in and out. She weakly reached one hand out to me but didn’t come anywhere close to actually touching me.

“Come on over here,” Emma said sweetly. “And I can have a fun kind of dream.”

I knew that I should resist, that what Emma was offering was not something I should take her up on. But I just couldn’t. I shivered and stepped forward, putting myself up by Emma’s head. She smiled up at me and tugged my shorts down, one hand reaching up to wrap around my cock while her other hand slid down her body.

I gasped as Emma started to stroke my cock, pumping her hand up and down along it. I stared down at her body, seeing how hot she looked. Her bare breasts were jiggling slightly as she breathed in and out. Her hand was working between her thighs, her bikini bottom pulled to the side so her fingers could directly stroke bare flesh. She looked like a slut and I knew that I should step away, stop this and tell her to put some decent clothes on. Instead, I just let her keep on stroking my cock, pumping her hand along it.

“I always like this sort of dream,” Emma said softly. “So many fun things happen in it.”

“I, uh, yeah,” I said, knowing I was doing such a wrong thing. “Why don’t you suck on my cock, Emma?”

“Hey, that’s what Armsmaster said the last time I had this dream,” Emma said with a smile.

I didn’t know what to say to that so I didn’t say anything at all. I just watched her prop herself up on her elbow and start kissing my dick. The feeling of her lips on my rod was wonderful and I shivered, feeling her tongue flicking out to run up and down along my head.

I kept on staring at her, glancing up every now and then, hoping that Alan and Taylor wouldn’t be coming back to see her dad getting a blowjob from his daughter. But there was no sign of them at all.

And when Emma wrapped her mouth around my cock, I entirely forget about any other concerns I might be having. I groaned, feeling those plump lips wrapped around my cock as she started to give me a proper blowjob. My hands flexed and for a moment, I was ready to reach down and skullfuck her. But that might make her realize this wasn’t a dream. So I let her keep on going, slowly bobbing up and down along my dick and making me feel amazing.

Emma was making herself feel amazing as well. I stared at her hand as she masturbated, plunging three fingers in and out of her pussy at a quick, rapid pace. It was amazing to watch. Better to feel what she was doing to me, of course.

I reached down and managed to cup one of Emma’s boobs. It filled my hand nicely, with a little bit left over. I could feel Emma’s stiff nipple pressing into my palm and she made a wonderful sound as I moved my hand back and forth. She shifted around underneath me, pressing her chest up against my hand.

This was… very, very nice. So nice that I couldn’t possibly hold on for much longer. I swallowed, feeling my dick starting to throb inside of Emma’s mouth. I thought about pulling backwards and cumming on the ground. But Emma’s mouth was just too good and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Instead, I panted heavily as my dick started to throb and twitch inside of her mouth. It was the best orgasm I had had in years and it was all going straight inside of her mouth. Emma’s eyes widened as she took it all and her thighs suddenly clamped together tightly around her hand. Was she cumming from this as well?

I couldn’t decide and didn’t really care. Not when it felt like I was pumping an entire gallon of cum into Emma’s mouth. I could feel her tongue working as she tried to swallow it all but some of it still came trickling out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.

“Holy shit,” I said softly, shaking my head as I stared down at Emma as she swallowed my cum and cleaned my cock off. “Holy shit.”

I slowly pulled my softening cock out of Emma’s mouth, looking down at her. She seemed happy at what she had done. She was certainly still masturbating, plunging her fingers in and out of her wet pussy with a pretty lewd sound. I swallowed hard as I stared down at her, seeing everything that was passing over her face as she smiled up at me.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Emma said, her voice a bit thick from the cum that was still inside of her mouth. “I really liked it too.”

I nodded, my dick still hanging out as I stared down at her. Emma was making breathless little sounds and I realized how close she was to an orgasm right now. That was a hot thought and I leaned forward, carefully studying her, looking at a teenage girl masturbating for the first time in my life.

Then Emma came. It was obvious what she was doing, even if she wasn’t obvious about it. She made a squeaking sound and leaned forward before falling backwards. Her entire body was twitching and pulsing and she looked amazing right now. I swallowed hard as I stared at her.

Emma pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and looked at them. She smiled at them, smiled at me and then lay her head back down on the chair, closing her eyes. It was obvious that she was still tired and going back to sleep.

Well, that was just for the best. I took another moment to stare down at her, seeing her naked chest and her wet pussy. I swallowed heavily and then carefully made my way back to my chair and sat down, picking up my book and staring down at it.

I wasn’t seeing what the words on the page were, of course. I was too busy remembering what I had done and not feeling nearly as guilty over it all as I knew that I should. I shivered and shook my head, swallowing hard.

Even half an hour later, I still wasn’t fully recovered from what had happened. I kept on glancing over at Emma and seeing her nearly naked teenage body looking like that, looking wonderful. But when I heard some voices on the trail, I looked away.

Taylor and Alan came into view a few seconds later. There was a big, big grin on Alan’s face and Taylor was staring at the ground, her cheeks red. For a moment, I remembered what I had done to Emma and wondered if Taylor and Alan- but no, that was just ridiculous. Taylor wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Enjoy your swim?” I called out, closing my book and resting it on my lap.

“Taylor certainly got nice and wet,” Alan said, patting Taylor on the shoulder, “but I didn’t go all the way inside.” He grinned at me. “Maybe that’s something the two of you can do later on.”

I nodded. Man, was I the pervert here? Well, it would be for the best to just put those thoughts out of my mind and focus on spending time with my daughter. What could go wrong there?

I looked at Taylor as she washed the dishes from the meal that Alan had whipped up on an old grill behind the cabin. She was staring down into the sink, her mind obviously elsewhere as she cleaned up.

That wasn’t a surprise. It had been obvious for months now that there was something wrong with Taylor’s life. And since it wasn’t happening at home, it must be happening at school. At least she had Emma there to help her through whatever was going on, whatever she was refusing to talk to me about.

“How is it going, Taylor?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder as I stepped up to the sink.

“It’s alright, Dad,” she said quickly. “I should be done with these dishes in a few minutes.”

“That’s good,” I said with a nod, my hand sliding down the front of her shoulder. “Anything else you’d like to talk about while we’re here?”

“No,” Taylor said. “You can go listen to the game with Mr. Barnes if you want to.”

“I’d rather spend some time with you,” I said. “Make sure that you’re enjoying yourself up here.”

“I…” Taylor said, pausing in cleaning the plate in her hands and taking a deep breath. “I am, Dad. It’s… new but it’s nice.”

“Good,” I said, my hand going down a bit further and arriving at her breast. I rubbed back and forth and could tell that my daughter wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. Well, her boobs were so small that she didn’t really need one, anyway. “And if there’s anything I can do to make it better, just let me know.”

“I,” Taylor said, shivering as I felt the softness of her tit underneath my fingers and worked at getting her nipple to stick out through her shirt, “just keep on doing this, Dad. Make me feel good.”

I nodded. I could do that. I could do that pretty easily, in fact. It wasn’t a challenge to try and make my daughter feel good. In fact, I was having a very good time as I touched her, stroking her chest and feeling the small amount of soft tissue there shifting around underneath my fingers as I touched her.

Taylor was letting out small, breathy gasps as I worked her body over. She was shivering and panting and it was sounding quite cute. I loved what I was seeing as she tried to finish cleaning the dishes.

I was loving it quite a bit, actually. I could feel my dick getting hard once again, though I didn’t do anything about it. I just kept on trying to make sure that my daughter got to feel good.

Taylor may not be conventionally beautiful, but when she was turned on like this, there was this air of life, of lust, that just radiated off of her. I loved seeing it, seeing her. She was rocking back and forth, gently pressing herself forward and back. I noticed that her legs were widely spread and that she was doing her best to grind against the counter. I left her to it and kept on trying to stroke her nipples, seeing just how hard they could get and how worked up Taylor could get.

“It feels so nice, Dad,” Taylor said softly as I toyed with her body through the thin t-shirt she was wearing. “I love it, I love it so much, please don’t stop.”

Stopping was the furthest thing on my mind right now. I just kept on going, making sure that Taylor got to feel good as she got toyed with. She was panting in lust, her mouth hanging open as she rocked back and forth. She was actually pushing her butt out behind her, almost grinding her rear against my crotch. That would have been quite nice, but right now I just wanted to make sure that Taylor got to feel good like my daughter should.

“Dad, please,” Taylor said, her voice soft and needy, “please, touch me. Touch my skin.”

I knew what she was asking for. I slid my hands up underneath her shirt and went straight to her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm and it felt wonderful to rub back and forth against it, feeling her shifting around and squeaking wonderfully as I toyed with her. She rocked back and forth, panting, arousal burning her up inside.

Then she came. It was obvious when that happened. She made a squeaking sound and her entire body tensed up, pushing her chest against my hands. Then she sank downwards, almost bent double over the sink. I could feel how fast and hard her heart was pounding as I kept on touching her. It was very erotic.

“Dad, thank you, thank you, that was amazing,” Taylor said softly, her entire body twitching and trembling. “I didn’t think it would feel that good but I love it, thank you.”

“Of course, Taylor,” I said, freeing one hand and stroking her hair. “If you ever feel the need for that sort of thing again, just let me know.”

I smiled as I stared down at Taylor. It felt good to know that I had helped my daughter out like this, that I had banished whatever bad thoughts were inside of her head. She was obviously feeling so relaxed and happy right now.

What kind of father wouldn’t want to see his daughter looking like that?
***
I looked at Taylor, all wrapped up in a rather thin and worn towel. I knew, I knew that if she opened the towel up, there wouldn’t be anything on her body underneath. Just her naked flesh. And that was a very nice thought.

Emma was standing right next to her, also only wearing a towel that barely covered her from breasts to thighs. She smiled at Alan and me before turning to Taylor.

“Come on, Taylor, let’s go get clean,” she said, dragging my daughter along after her. “The shower isn’t going to get any hotter.”

No, it certainly wasn’t. The hot water heater the cabin had could get water warm enough that a shower wasn’t a punishment, but it couldn’t do it very quickly. There was just about enough hot water for three showers in a row, after which you’d have to wait for an hour and a half for there to be more.

And since we had all gotten quite smoky from the camp fire we had roasted hot dogs on, we had all needed a shower to wash the smoke off. Alan and I had already done so but now Taylor and Emma had to team up if they wanted to be allowed inside the cabin.

I watched the bathroom door shut behind the two of them. Taylor still looked a bit nervous, but she should be used to group showers from high school. I shook my head as Alan chuckled. I looked over at him. He was staring down at one of those new, expensive smart phones.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, tilting my head and trying to get a glimpse of the screen.

“Well, it’s not funny exactly, but it is nice to see,” Alan said, turning it so I could get a look. “Glad to see that our daughters get along so well.”

I blinked as I stared down at the screen. It was obviously a live feed from the bathroom, some hidden camera focused right on the shower. I hadn’t even known it was there and suddenly felt a bit self-conscious about having showered there.

That quickly passed, though, as I saw Taylor and Emma step inside. They were both naked, their towels vanished. The shower wasn’t very big and the two of them had to press up close against each other as Emma twitched the shower curtain closed.

“You shouldn’t be watching this,” I said uncomfortably as I stared at the two of them on the small screen. The screen might be small but it was of pretty high quality. I could easily see what our daughters were doing to each other. Talking, actually, but I couldn’t hear the words. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Oh, what’s the harm?” Alan said with a grin. “Anyway, don’t they look hot?”

I had to admit that they did. I could see the water making their skin shine as they looked each other in the eyes. Then Emma took a step forward, pressing her body up against Taylor’s and snaking her arms around Taylor’s hips in a rather lewd hug.

I could feel myself starting to grow hard as Taylor and Emma embraced. I could picture how Emma’s body must be pressed up against Taylor by now, her large breasts sliding back and forth against my daughter’s smaller chest. And I could see the pleasingly round curve of Emma’s ass as well.

“Pity that I can’t get sound in there,” Alan said. “I’d love to hear what they’re talking about. But the water drowns out everything else. Oh well.”

I nodded. Just the video was hot enough, even though I knew that I should look away and focus on something else besides invading Taylor’s privacy like this. But it was just so hot. I was already starting to rub my hard dick through my pants and I knew that the two teens were just getting started.


“Oh, comparing boob size, that’s cute,” Alan said with a chuckle.

Cute was one word for it. Hot was another and a much more accurate one. Emma had one of her hands wrapped around one of her tits and her other around one of Taylor’s. It was obvious that she was comparing breast size and that hers were a lot larger than my daughter’s. I hoped Taylor didn’t mind that too much. I always thought that any size of breasts could be cute, whether they were large or small.

I watched Taylor slowly sink to her knees, moving her head in between Emma’s thighs. It was obvious what she was doing, even though the camera didn’t have a perfect position to record every single thing. My daughter was eating out her best friend. And doing a pretty good job of it, too, with how her head was thrown back.

“Hah,” Alan chuckled, shaking his head. “And here I thought that they needed to go to college like Anne before they turned into lesbian pussylickers.” I glanced at him and he grinned at me. “But she still takes care of her dear old dad just as well as she ever did.”

“I wouldn’t mind having your oldest here right now,” I said, shifting around. “Masturbating just isn’t the same.”

“No, but we can’t have them come out and suck us off while still giving us a lesbian show,” Alan said with a shrug. “We’ll just have to make do, right?”

I nodded, stroking my cock as I watched the screen. Taylor seemed to be showing a lot of energy and skill as she ate Emma out, though I knew that I might just be wishing that she was showing off. Had she and Emma got up to this sort of thing before now? I realized that it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if they had.

Emma was enjoying herself, her head thrown backwards and a hand on top of Taylor’s crown, keeping her in place and making sure that my daughter did a wonderful job of eating her out. I shivered as I stared at the sight, masturbating along with Alan.

Even with only a video to go off of, I could still tell when Emma came. She shivered and clamped her thighs down around Taylor, making sure that my daughter stayed pressed against her pussy. Taylor squirmed around cutely and for a moment, I thought about getting behind her and sliding inside of her. Though fucking my daughter would, of course, be a very bad thing to do.

The two teens stayed like that for a minute then Taylor was allowed to rise up. Emma didn’t show any signs of wanting to do the same to Taylor and Taylor obviously wasn’t pushing the matter. She just shivered as Emma explored her body.

The hot water had to be running out soon, so I couldn’t spend much more time doing this. For just a moment, I considered continuing to masturbate and order Taylor to take care of me when she came out from the shower. Then reason reasserted itself and I shook my head. Instead, I put my dick away as Taylor turned off the water.

“If you want a recording of that,” Alan said, putting his phone away with a chuckle, “I can shoot it to you anytime.”
“I’d like that.”
***

“Danny!” Alan said happily, looking up from what he was doing. “Grab a beer and join me.”

I could hardly say no to that. We had used to pass a lot of time sitting on the rocking bench out on the front of the cabin, shooting the shit and watching as evening turned to night. And getting drunk off our asses, of course. Getting blind-faced drunk didn’t hold the same appeal to me that it once had but a nice buzz from a good beer was always a good way to pass the time.

And there was the fact that Emma was sitting in between her dad’s legs, sucking his cock. I was feeling worked up enough that the thought of another blowjob from the redhead sounded quite nice.

I sat down next to Alan, making sure I didn’t hit Emma in the head with my leg as I sat down. I looked over the small clearing and then down at Emma.

She was busy doing a very good job of taking care of her father. For a moment, I thought of calling Taylor over to have her do the same but then decided to let her stay inside with her book. Emma was quite capable of taking care of the two of us, anyway.

“Care to have your cock sucked?” Alan asked, putting a hand on Emma’s forehead and getting ready to push her away and have her switch over to taking care of me.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, looking down at the redhead as I pulled my dick out.

Emma was wearing a pretty skimpy outfit that mostly just a pair of panties and a t-shirt so tight that even in the evening light, I could see her nipples standing out clearly. She looked up at me and smiled and then wrapped her mouth around my cock.

“This is the life, man,” Alan said, taking a sip from his beer as he looked down at his daughter sucking me off. “A pity vacation can’t last the whole year round, huh?”

“Well, we might as well make the most of what we have in the time we’ve got,” I said with a nod, staring down at Emma as she eagerly deepthroated me, going all the way down until her chin was pressed up against my pubic hair.

“I certainly plan to,” Alan said with a chuckle. “I’ve got all kinds of ideas of what we can do before we need to head back to the city. Emma, give your dad some love.”

Emma popped off of my dick and wrapped her mouth back around Alan’s rod. I watched her eagerly, happily sucking for a while, sipping at my own beer and feeling the liquid washing down my throat.

The two of us kept on chatting for a while about this and that. It was never very deep or touched on anything important. But it was still nice to spend time with my friend and his daughter. Emma certainly knew what she was doing. She was giving the two of us an excellent blowjob that always kept us building up without ever quite passing over. Taylor could certainly stand to take some lessons from her friend on how to suck dick.

“Well, the beer’s empty and I’m getting tired,” Alan said after half an hour or so had passed. “What do you say we call it a night, Danny?”

“Sounds good,” I said, looking down at Emma as she switched from Alan’s cock to mine. “Just need a little bit longer.”

“Yeah, me too,” Alan said with a nod. “Want it on your face, Emma?”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” Emma said in a breathless, excited tone. “All over my face!”

“I can never say no to my little girl,” Alan said with a chuckle. “How about it, Danny?”

I nodded. The thought of Emma’s pretty face getting all covered in semen was very tempting. I stroked my cock and aimed at Emma’s face, as she sat on her heels and tilted her head backwards, closing her eyes as she looked upwards. Making herself into the perfect target, in other words.

And it was hardly a target that I could ignore. I grunted as I pumped my hand up and down along my cock, staring at her face. It was a cute sight and one that I couldn’t resist for any longer. I grunted as I started to cum, just as Alan did as well.

Emma’s face got covered in our combined cumshots. She panted for breath, her entire body twitching from what was going on. She moaned softly, shivering as longs lines and thick pools of white were smeared onto her skin.

She looked incredible by the time we were done with her. Like a huge, utter slut, of course, but incredible none the less. I swallowed hard as I looked down at her, seeing the semen starting to slide and drip down her skin.

“There, that’s my good girl,” Alan said happily. “Stay like that until it dries, Emma, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Emma said softly, her voice trembling with arousal. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Mr. Hebert.”

“Y-yeah, not a problem,” I said, looking down at her again.

I turned around and saw Taylor looking at us through the window. She had a red blush on her face and I couldn’t see what her hand was doing. She saw me looking at her, blushed even harder and then drew back into the cabin, vanishing from sight.

Well, maybe tomorrow night, Taylor could take Emma’s place. Or maybe they could both work together. I doubted that they’d have any problems with either version of that.

I pulled Emma down into my lap. She squeaked a bit as she rubbed her butt against my cock. I didn’t pay that much mind and just kept on feeling her up, running my hands back and forth along her body, feeling her soft skin.

The same thing was happening to Taylor and Alan on the other side of the small living room. I looked at my daughter as she wiggled around, squirming and gasping as she got felt up by my friend. There was a healthy blush of embarrassment and arousal on her face, just like there was with Emma. It was good to see that both of these girls were enjoying what we were doing to them.

Both Emma and Taylor were naked. The washing machine had broken down right while they were doing their loads of laundry. Almost every outfit that the two of them owned was soaked through with an overwhelming scent of detergent wafting off of them. They were hung out on the line to dry but that still wasn’t going to get them clean.

And since they both only had one pair of clean clothes left, we had talked it over. Well, Alan had been the one to do most of the talking. The two girls had agreed that it made sense to strip out of what they were wearing and only wear it when we headed back into Brockton Bay once the vacation was done. For now, unless something changed, they would be wearing their swimsuits or going around completely naked. And they had chosen to be naked.

Seeing two cute teenage girls wandering around, completely naked, had gotten both me and Alan pretty worked up. And it was obvious that both Emma and Taylor had been getting pretty turned on from showing their bodies off to us as well. It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to end up like this, in our laps and squeaking and moaning as we felt them up.

It felt wonderful to run my hands over Emma’s body, feeling her up in every single way. Her body was just so enjoyable to touch. I cupped one of her breasts in one hand, squeezing down and feeling it shifting around underneath my fingers. My other hand was down lower, stroking her thighs and feeling her muscles twitching around underneath her skin. She made a whimpering sound and pressed herself backwards, rubbing up against me and panting.

Alan was being just as free with my own daughter. Taylor was obviously enjoying what was happening to her, moaning and shivering as she got touched and groped. I could see the arousal written all over her face and I was pretty sure that soon I’d be seeing it between her legs as well.

In fact… I reached between Emma’s legs and rubbed against her pussy. She made a whimpering sound as my fingers easily slid inside of her. She shivered on my lap, grinding her butt up against my cock and making it feel pretty good. I swallowed hard and kept on touching her boobs, pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy.

It was obvious that she could take a lot more than two fingers. I was certain that she could take my entire cock without any problems at all. I thought that idea over for a bit before deciding not to do it quite yet. Instead, I just kept on feeling Emma up, enjoying the feeling of her body underneath my hands.

Alan was obviously enjoying doing the same thing to Taylor. I looked over at my naked daughter, seeing how she was getting felt up, her legs widely spread and thrown over the outside of Alan’s lap.

Huh. I just now realized that Taylor had shaved her pussy. It was smooth and hairless. When had that happened? I had no idea but I was certain I knew who to thank. She was sitting in my lap and grinding against my cock, making a soft, whimpering sound in the back of her throat as she got toyed with.

“You look so good like this, Emma,” I said softly, stroking her skin and feeling her up. “You like showing off to your father, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Emma said with a happy sigh. “I love being Daddy’s good girl and doing what he tells me.”

I frowned at Taylor as she rolled her eyes. She needed to be more respectful to her friend. And I had to admit, I wouldn’t mind if Taylor acted like this towards me as well. It was wonderful to feel Emma up and I remembered what I had done to Taylor before. It would be just as good, I was certain, if Taylor was naked and sitting in my lap, letting me touch her however I wanted to.

I had three fingers pumping in and out of Emma’s pussy now, making her squirm as I stuffed her folds. I spread my fingers apart inside of her, drawing a very nice sound from her as she moaned. My other hand pinched her nipple, drawing it away from her chest a bit and getting another adorable sound. I shivered and licked my lips, still getting so turned on from her. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with my erection. The idea that kept on coming to mind was pushing Emma down onto the floor, pinning her there, and fucking her good and hard until I came inside of her wet teenage pussy. But Alan might not like me doing that to his daughter.

I shivered and just kept on groping Emma, sneaking my hand out of her pussy and around her back. I grabbed onto her ass, squeezing down and feeling the softness there as well. Emma moaned, throwing her head back and panting. I could see the lust written all over her body. She wanted to cum really hard. And I wanted to cum as well.

I lifted my gaze. There was a tightness to Alan’s expression that said he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. And Taylor was bouncing up and down, fucking herself on Alan’s fingers. I stared at my daughter, seeing the lewd, slutty display she was putting on. Who would have thought that my only child could turn out to be so much of a slut? Well, if she was a lewd, horny bitch, then there was no reason for me to hold myself back from taking what she was so eager to give out, right?

I nodded at the thought and went back to Emma’s body, feeling her heart beating inside of her chest. Her entire body was trembling and I was having a wonderful time as I toyed with her. Her body was just so much fun to touch and to stroke and to feel. My fingers left her boobs and went up to her face, softly stroking her cheeks and lips. She opened her mouth and let me slide my fingers inside to grab at her tongue. I chuckled and shook my head, seeing what a little slut she was being.

Not that Taylor was being any better, of course. She looked like a whore over there, a mindless expression of lust written on her face as she bounced up and down, obviously not focusing on anything other than sex. Had I really raised my daughter to act like that? Well, she certainly looked hot with another man’s hands running over her naked body and feeling her up.

“Please,” Emma whimpered, rocking her hips back and forth, “Please, I’m feeling so horny, can’t you please fuck me, it will feel so good if you do that to me!”

I swallowed hard as I listened to the pleading tone in her words. Emma obviously really did need to get fucked. To get screwed and used and satisfied. I was feeling pretty worked up as well and could see the appeal in sliding into Emma’s folds, filling her teenage pussy up with my dick. On the other hand, did I want to do what Emma wanted me to do or did I want to do what I wanted to do? I could remember what it had felt like to get a blowjob from her. And those tits… I had never gotten a titfuck before. Annette hadn’t been capable of it and the women I had dated before her had either been just as small or had thought that it was too degrading and insulting. While I didn’t think that there was anything Emma would refuse to do if I asked.

Decisions, decisions. And for a moment, I considered pushing Emma off my lap entirely and going after Taylor. Giving my daughter a nice spitroast, teaching her how to give a blowjob while Alan stuffed her pussy. That was a very nice thought and I felt my dick pulse as it rubbed up against Emma’s butt.

There were all kinds of new, enjoyable ideas running through my head as I moved my hands around on Emma’s body, taking everything that she had to offer. I could feel her wet pussy trying to suck my fingers deeper and deeper inside of her and I swallowed around a lump in my throat. And kept on groping her.

This was a really fun way to pass the time. Why hadn’t Taylor and I done something like this before?

My hand pumped up and down along my dick as I stared down at Emma and Taylor. Emma was making moaning sounds as she pressed her mouth up against my daughter’s wet pussy. And Taylor was doing the exact same thing to her friend. My eyes wandered over both of their bodies, looking at the two naked teenagers and wanting them so damn bad. I shivered, swallowing hard as my dick pulsed.

If either of them had noticed me yet, they hadn’t said anything or even looked up at me. But that was fine. That was just alright. I knew what I wanted to do and they could stay right there while I did it.

Swallowing heavily, I kneeled down behind my daughter, resting in between her widely spread legs. I stared down at her small, pert, beautiful butt and then lowered my gaze a bit, staring at her wet pussy and Emma’s tongue, flicking in and out of it. Emma looked up at me and winked, before she slid her tongue back into Taylor’s pussy.

What sort of man could resist a sight like this? Certainly not me. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and rested the tip of my dick against Taylor’s pussy. It was wet and hot and doing its absolute best to suck me inside of it already. I could hear Taylor making some muffled sounds but she didn’t look up.

I pushed inside of Taylor, feeling her wet teenage pussy wrapping around me and making me feel amazing. I gasped from the sensation, my dick seeming like it was going to melt. Last time had been amazing. But now? It was even better.

I shivered as I started to pump back and forth, in and out of her, over and over again. It was some of the best sex of my life and knowing that I was fucking my own daughter just made it even better. The way that Taylor was clinging to my cock, her hot, tight folds squeezing down around me was something that I couldn’t get enough of.

Emma’s tongue licking the underside of my shaft and tending to my balls was pretty amazing as well. From time to time she stopped and from the moaning sounds Taylor made, I was sure that Emma was going back to eating her out, or at least licking her clit. I groaned as I squeezed down on Taylor’s butt, getting a good, firm grip as I started to fuck her.

“Now that’s a nice sight,” a voice said from the front door of the cabin.

I looked over to see Alan. He was smiling widely, his own dick as hard as a rock as he stepped inside. I didn’t stop fucking Taylor and neither of the girls stopped eating each other out.

“It’s… pretty good to do, too,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed over what I was doing, but nowhere near as embarrassed as I should be. And certainly not enough to stop.

“I bet it does,” Alan said, kneeling down in between Emma’s legs, right in front of Taylor. He lifted my daughter’s head up and rubbed his cock against her face for a bit. “Come on, Taylor, give it a lick.”

Taylor did as she was told. I didn’t have a very good view of what was going on, but the sounds could only mean one possible thing. She was slobbering over Alan’s cock, even as I kept on fucking her wet pussy.

“I never thought I’d do something like this,” I said, staring down at my daughter’s ass as I pumped in and out of her pussy. “It should feel so wrong.”

“But really, it’s so right,” Alan said, letting go of Taylor’s hair. “Heck, ask them if you’re worried. They know how good they’re feeling.”

I nodded, listening to Emma gasp as Alan obviously slid into her and started fucking her. Well, Taylor wanted it. Emma wanted it. I wanted it. So what, in the end, was the harm of doing it? None that I could think of.

So I just kept on fucking Taylor, feeling her wet teenage cunt wrapped around me. I shivered, feeling how tightly her folds were squeezing down on me. It was an amazing feeling as I thrust in and out of her.

Taylor was making some moaning sounds and I thought that she would be cumming soon. My own daughter, orgasming because of my cock inside of her. That was so wrong but it was feeling so good that I didn’t have the slightest chance of stopping it. I just had to keep on fucking her.

As I stared down at Taylor’s tight ass, a thought came to mind. And I was feeling so good that I just had to follow it up.

I pulled out of my daughter’s pussy and lifted my cock up a bit. Taylor made a whining, confused sound. That passed pretty quickly, though, as I slid inside of her. Then she just made a loud sound as her head whipped upwards.

“D-dad!” Taylor whined as I slowly pushed more and more of my dick into her butt. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just relax, Taylor,” Alan said before I could say anything. “Trust me, it will start feeling good for you real soon. Right, Emma?”

“Yeah,” Emma said, her voice a bit muffled. “Don’t worry, Taylor.”

Taylor twisted her head around to look up at me. There was still plenty of lust all over her face but also a bit of worry and panic. I nodded at her and rested a hand on her head, pushing her back down against Emma’s pussy and Alan’s cock.

And I kept on sliding deeper and deeper into Taylor’s ass. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. It was out of this world. I shivered and took a deep breath as I felt her tight hole squeezing down around me. It wasn’t anywhere near as wet as her pussy was but it was somehow, impossibly, even tighter and hotter. And it felt amazing around me as I pushed inside of her.

Taylor was starting to like it as well. She was making a moaning, groaning sound as I slid inside of her, starting to thrust back and forth. I panted heavily as I fucked her, feeling her tight tunnel wrapped around me.

Emma was alternating between licking Taylor’s pussy and sucking on my balls. It was a very nice feeling and Taylor was obviously getting a lot out of it as well. I could see the shivers running all through her body as I fucked her and I rested my hands on her butt, feeling it tensing and then relaxing as I buried myself inside of her.

I finally managed to get my entire dick inside of my daughter’s rear. I stared down at it, seeing my shaft slightly sticking out from between her spread cheeks. Taylor’s ass was feeling wonderful as it squeezed down around me and I took a deep breath.

Then I started to pull myself back out of her, getting ready to properly fuck my daughter. She knew what was coming, too. She was making all kinds of squeaking sounds as I started to rock back and forth, pumping in and out of her, over and over again. And it seemed that she was still finding time to take care of Alan as he worked Emma’s pussy over.

The way that Taylor’s ass was wrapped around me was just too good for words. I shook my head back and forth, feeling the pleasure growing and growing inside of me. I swallowed hard, feeling the tight, hot walls wrapped around me. This was it. I wasn’t able to hold on for much longer, I could tell. I tried to speed up but Taylor’s rear entrance was just too tight around me for that to actually work. Not that I minded that much. Not when she was feeling so good as I fucked her.

I groaned and shoved myself as deep inside of her as I could manage. My fingers squeezed down on her butt, clenching tightly as I started to cum inside of Taylor, my dick twitching as I shot jet after jet of cum inside of her butt, filling her up with cum and cock. Taylor made a sound at that that I had never heard before. It sounded slutty.

I shivered, feeling my semen still shooting out inside of my daughter. Finally, I pulled myself backwards, seeing my dick flopping out of her hole. It stayed spread and a white river of cum soon followed, pouring down Taylor’s skin and marking her. It was a hot sight and I stared for a while, seeing what I had done to my daughter.

Then Taylor came. I liked to think that some of it was from me fucking her, but Emma had obviously done a lot to her as well. I could see her tongue flicking at Taylor’s pussy and suddenly Taylor shivered all over. She made some muffled sounds around Alan’s cock and she kept on orgasming.

The sight of my daughter cumming was something that was going to stay with me for a long, long time, I could tell. And who could blame me? It was very hot. I stared at her twitching around on top of Emma, panting and moaning and whining and it was all so very erotic. I could feel my dick starting to get hard again.

“Did you like that, Taylor?” I asked, staring down at her. “Did it make you feel good?”

Taylor whined and moaned, still busy sucking Alan’s cock. I already had an answer, anyway.

And I was ready to fuck her again. Or maybe fuck Emma. It didn’t matter that much which one I fucked because they were both going to be ready for me. I could tell that much already.

Even when this vacation was over, I didn’t think that there would be any need for us to stop doing this. It had been a while since Taylor and Emma had gone over to visit each other but I would be fine with those visits starting back up again. And Alan would be as well.

And most of all, it felt wonderful to be growing closer to my daughter.