Unspoken Pleasure

James reached around and slapped his daughter's bottom again. The taut muscle jiggled in a very satisfying way, but James couldn't get much purchase in this position. He thought about moving, but for all his 'anger' he couldn't bear disconnecting from his daughter. Instead, he reached up again and slapped Alexis' tit.

"Oh!" she cried, reflexively reaching up to protect her boob. Almost as quickly, she let her arm drop.

"That's for calling me James," James said, "Now what's my name?"

"Daddy," Alexis said. Her eyes really did start to well with tears. James leaned forward and took Alexis' tit into his mouth. Right as he felt her body relax, he bit her nipple. "Oh!"

"That's for talking back to me," James said, "You going to do what I say from now on?"

"Yes, Daddy," Alexis said.

James leaned forward and bit his daughter's other nipple. "And that's for cursing before. You're not a bitch. You're my daughter. My first born."

"Your best fuck?" Alexis asked, sort of quirking her lips. Oooh, that little bitch had him there.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I love each of you different, honey," James said, "Being with you. It's special in its own way." Alexis nodded like that was a good answer, but both father and daughter knew the truth of it. "Fuck me Daddy," Alexis said, "Make me feel special."

She began slowly climbing up her father's cock, then sliding down. Her pace moved faster and faster.

"I'm a good daughter," Alexis said.

"Yes you are," James said.

"And I'm going to get my good girl reward, right Daddy?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

Alexis reached down and found her clit. She began strumming it hard. Like the world's greatest guitar solo. And as she jammed on her pussy, her father drove the beat into her wanting quim. The picnic table creaked. A cool wind whipped over them. The sun was sinking under the western sky. James looked back and found his wife and son were spooning in the mud. His youngest daughter was still asleep against the tent. This was it. This was the end.

James felt it building in him. Alexis was shaking now. Murmuring to herself.

"D... Daddy. Oh Daddy. Oh, that Daddy cock feels so good." She gasped and threw her head forward, almost cracking her father in the face. They both started to laugh, but then Alexis' body tightened, and their giggles switched to groans. Impossibly, James felt another orgasm building. From what reserves he could not imagine. He lifted Alexis by the shoulders.

"We're so bad, Daddy," Alexis said, "You fucked your baby daughter. You let Austin cum in Mommy. Now you're... You're fucking me. Making me cum. I came on my Daddy's cock."

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. Daddy's... Daddy's getting close too."

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"It's so naughty Daddy," Alexis said, "You can't cum in me. Can't put those Daddy sperms in your daughter's womb. The dick that made me. It can't knock me up. It's so wrong."

The words that should have made James slow, they only drove him faster. But as he felt his peak grow closer, suddenly it all hit James at the same time. Like reality was racing against desire.

His daughters. His wife. Fuck. They'd all done things they would never be able to shake. It would haunt them. So maybe it didn't matter what they did now. Because it was all in the pile and who cared about one more? But then, James realized that he cared. That maybe the only way to live with losing control was to fight to get it back.

If only for a moment.

James grabbed his daughter's hips and made her stop. Sighed.

"You're right, baby girl," James said, "I'm sorry."

James gently lifted his daughter off his dick. As he did it Alexis made a strange face. Almost sad? James started to think about sticking it back in his daughter, but she jumped back. He waited for her to shout at him. To cry. But instead Alexis dropped to her knees took his cock into her mouth. One swift slurp.

Alexis' mouth was impossibly tight on James' dick. She sucked so tight, so wet, with such abandon. Her eyes alight and oh-so-happy. She'd wanted him to say she was the best fuck and he couldn't. But holy fuck, he could honestly admit that his Alexis was unquestionably the queen of the cocksuckers. He couldn't imagine anything better than this.

"You taste so good, Daddy," Alexis said, reaching back to cup her father's balls.

"That's both of us, baby," James said. "Yours and mine. Together."

"Mmmmmm. Like it should be," Alexis said. She grabbed his dick with her free hand and started pumping. As if he needed any more stimulation. James' body jerked. He trembled. Before he could even warn his daughter, James exploded into her mouth. One long stream of cum.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." It escaped his lips like steam. Long and satisfying. Another jet. Another. Alexis gulped. Gulped again. She coughed and a little sperm leaked down her chin. But she kept her Daddy's cock tight in her mouth the whole time. As her father filled it with his seed.

"That's a good girl," James said, and Alexis smiled proudly. James cock finally melted on the warmth of Alexis' tongue. She let him slip out gently, then licked his cum off her face like cleaning up extra ice cream. She smiled at him, then didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Father and daughter. Naked and covered in each other's spend. Finally, Alexis did a curtsey, like a little girl on stage for the school play.

James laughed. Alexis turned bright red, but she laughed, too. They held each other, tight, naked bodies pressed together, as the sun finally gave way to darkness.

*

Christine woke up with the odd mixture of mud and cum in her mouth. Neither was particularly explicable. She felt a warm arm around her belly and squeezed it tight against herself. She realized she was naked. And cold. And the arm felt a little too muscular, a little too hairless, to be her husband's.

And it all came rushing back.

Christine was lying in the dirt. She felt her son's cum leak warm down her bare leg. She lifted Austin's arm and tried to stand. Her muscles ached as bad as when she'd run the marathon the year before. Christine gritted her teeth. No. Weakness was for other people. She forced herself to stand up and stretch. The lithe blonde felt oddly rested for napping on the hard ground, covered in mud, naked under the open sky.

It was dark, but the night was overfilled with stars. Like standing under a planetarium. Christine hadn't realized the effects of ambient light until there was none. The difference in the sky she saw in their backyard and the universe unfolding over them here at the lake was like going from watching a slide show to 4K HD TV. The whole galaxy looked down at her, so small and insignificant.

Christine took a deep breath and hugged her arms close to her in the cold. She resolved to recover her family. She found her husband lying on the ground behind the picnic table, spooning his oldest daughter. His hand cupped on her little tit. Well, it was a bigger breast than Christine's but in the grand scheme of things it was still small. Then again, compared to Molly, most women were lacking in the chest department. Christine chided herself. That kind of thinking was only going to encourage this behavior, not help her gain control of it.

She looked down at her life partner -- sleeping peacefully, his lips against the back of Lexi's neck -- and felt equal parts affection and revulsion. The things he'd done and didn't do. Admirable and awful. But Christine had been no better, had she?

She resisted the urge, then, to kick her husband awake. Instead she simply reached down and shook his shoulder. James groaned and blinked. He looked over at his naked daughter, his flaccid penis nestled in her apple-shaped butt.