Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

My hands were shaking in the shower as I washed my daughter’s juices off of my cock. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Honey – my beautiful, petite daughter – had just given me two of the best orgasms of my life, back to back, and in the process had changed both of our lives forever.

First she’d made me come in her tight little pussy, me pounding away at her while she begged me to shoot inside her. Afterward she’d fingered herself, pausing occasionally to lick both our cum from her fingers.

Then, when I’d started to become overwhelmed with guilt over what we’d done, she comforted me by taking my cock in her mouth and giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had. She’d kept going until I’d deposited another load of sperm down her throat.

But we’d gotten caught. My youngest daughter, Heather, had seen her sister go down on me, and then run into her room after Honey had finished swallowing.

Every muscle in my body was tense. My mind was racing and my insides were liquid. Would Heather tell anyone? One phone call to her mother and I was probably going to jail.

But worse even than that was the thought that I could lose either of my daughter’s love. They were everything to me. Honey seemed pretty damn happy with this new side to our relationship, but she’d also told me she’d been wanting it for a long time, so she’d had all of those years to get used to the idea. I was fairly sure the act wasn’t going to hurt her anymore than just wanting it that intensely had. I knew what it was like to have a fantasy that society would consider outside the norm, even wrong. Hell, I was even drawn to fantasies like that.

I had to talk to Heather. I had to do some kind of damage control. But I’d taken a shower first both so Honey could talk to her, and so I didn’t smell like incest when I went to her room.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Heather, baby?” I called out softly as I pushed her bedroom door open. I was wearing my robe again, not having wanted to take the time to get dressed fully. Honey was still in hers, her hair wet from a shower of her own. Heather was in her nightshirt, laying face down on her bed. Her eyes looked as though she’d been crying. Honey was rubbing her sister’s back.

I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather’s bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman’s body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

Heather didn’t answer and didn’t look up when I came in.

“She’s okay, Daddy.” Honey said with a small smile. “We just surprised her, that’s all.”

“Can I talk to Heather alone, Honey?”

Honey, always the obedient one (at least for me, her mother couldn’t get her to cooperate with anything) got up and stood on her tip toes to kiss me on the neck before leaving the room and shutting the door.

“Hi, Dad.” Heather said, finally looking up at me. She’d definitely been crying.

“Hi, yourself.” I sat down on her bed and put my hand where Honey’s had been. I started rubbing her back, and I took it as a good sign that she didn’t move away from my touch.

“Heather… I can’t explain what you saw. I – ”

“Dad, it’s okay. I thought you and Honey would end up having sex someday, I just wasn’t expecting to see her going down on you when I woke up this morning. She should have closed the door or something.”

“You thought we’d do something like that? Why?”

“God, I can’t believe you didn’t know all these years how much she’s wanted you. I mean, we talk about sex and boys and stuff all the time. We’re sisters. It’s just that ever since we started doing that, she has always told me fantasies about you and all the things she wanted you to do to her. I’ve been listening to it for a long time.”

“I didn’t know.”

Heather chuckled into her pillow and shook her head.

“Okay I think its a little weird all right? I’ll admit that some of the stories she used to tell me were kind of hot, but that was in fantasy. In real life… its a little intense. But she’s my sister and I know this is what she wants to do. So you guys keep doing it if you want. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I just want things to be normal around here. Well, you know, sort of normal.”

I comforted Heather for a while. I told her about how much I loved she and her sister and I thanked her over and over again for her understanding. She wanted to know if Honey and I were going to keep fucking, and I told her that would be up to her sister.

“Then you will.” She said simply. “God, what a family.”

Eventually Heather told me she wanted to take a shower, so I stood up to leave.

“Dad?”

“Yes baby?”

“Have you ever… thought about me like that? About fucking me?”