It Starts With a Kiss Pt. 01 - Mom (x.xx)	Jenny has an awful secret and confides in her mother.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	07/31/20

It Starts With a Kiss Pt. 02 - Dad (4.26)	Jenny's father is pulled into her dark world.	 Incest/Taboo 	08/21/20

It Starts With a Kiss Pt. 03 - Promises (4.21)	Promises are made under dire sexual circumstances.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	08/24/20



It Starts With a Kiss
by WriterMatt ©





01



It Starts with a Kiss

Part One

Mom

Jenny stared blankly at the food on her plate as her thoughts took her to a familiar but forbidden place. She mindlessly pushed her fork around the plate trying to build up the courage to talk to her mother about the feelings she had been experiencing for quite some time. She didn't fear being able to have an open hearted and private discussion with her mother. She feared the reaction she might get from one of the two people who were always supposed to love her unconditionally. She would find out if unconditional was everything she always thought it was.

She dropped the fork on the plate and snatched her phone from the table. Just as she was prepared to make the call, she tossed the phone across the table.

"Fucking coward," she said to herself.

She stared at her phone.

"It will haunt you your entire life if you don't get over yourself and take the plunge."

She picked up the phone again and stared at her mother's contact information.

"Press the button," she told herself.

As soon as she pressed the button, she could hear the ring. She set the phone down and put the audio on speaker. She clasped her hands tightly together in her lap as she waited.

"Step one. Step two is saying the words. Don't be a chicken," she coached herself.

"Hello," the woman on the other end said happily.

"Hi, Mom," Jenny said hesitantly.

"Are you ok? You seem nervous."

She almost ended the call when her mother accurately appraised her.

"No. I mean yes, I'm fine," she lied. "I was wondering if we could have a girl's night tonight?"

Girl's night was code in their home for Jenny wanting to talk with her mother about something she couldn't discuss with her father. She knew her mother focused all her attention on her and would never pass up an opportunity to spend an evening giving her attention.

"Yes! That sounds fun! Should I get us some food on the way home?"

Jenny didn't have a plan. It took all she had just to make the call and she was forced to wing it.

"I thought I would make us something nice," she blurted without thought.

"Fuck!" she thought to herself, "I burn water! What am I going to do?"

"Oh," her mother stated plainly. Despite her attempts at teaching her daughter the culinary arts, she knew Jenny couldn't cook. "What are you making?"

"Even she knows that's a bad idea," Jenny thought. "I'll figure it out," she said with a forced chuckle.

"You've never offered to make dinner, Jenny. Are you sure you're ok?" her mother asked again.

"Yes, Mom! I'm perfectly fine," she lied again.

"Ok," she hesitantly stated.

"Can you get Dad out of the house tonight?" Jenny quietly asked.

"He can't hang out in the loft like always?"

Jenny shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "I'd rather be alone."

Her mother hesitated, "Ok. He can go play poker or something with his friends. I'll be home about six, ok?"

"Ok," Jenny whispered. "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, sweetie."

She stared at her phone as the call ended. She knew she could still back out if she wanted to and it was going to take a lot of courage for her to follow through.

"No matter how it ends, I'll feel better not having to hide anymore," she thought.

She got up from the table, leaving her phone next to her unfinished lunch. She smiled softly as she walked through her parents' bedroom and into their bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she removed her clothes a piece at a time. She observed her nude body through the mirror. She knew she wasn't the prettiest. She knew her breasts didn't draw lustful eyes from men. She turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Nice butt, though," she said, complimenting herself.

She turned back around and ran her fingers through the forest of hair on her mound. She had no reason to trim or shave since she graduated high school. She shaved herself smooth one time for the boy she ended up giving her virginity to. She experimented with a long-time friend who preferred to not shave. She was indifferent about it, but decided she wanted to be smooth again.

She turned the water on and went to her own bathroom to get her shaving utensils. When she arrived back at the bath, she turned the water off and slipped in, exhaling deeply as the hot water surrounded her body. She soaked in the water for a while as she thought about the conversation she wanted to have later that evening. Her thoughts went from thinking about the talk to the reason behind the feelings.

Her hand drifted between her legs as she remembered the first time she felt like she did. She stood at her parents' bedroom door with her hand in her panties, masturbating as she listed to her parents have sex. They weren't loud but she could hear the rhythmic squeaks of the bed. She tried to hear what they said to each other while they had sex but all she could hear was the mattress springs.

"Do you like it when daddy fucks you, Mom?" she whispered to herself as she pressed her fingers against her clit harder. "Does he fill you up?"

She dipped a finger inside and slowly pushed it in and out.

"Does he fuck you every night, Mom?" she said louder.

The sound of splashing water filled the room as she plunged her finger in and out.

"Is mom's pussy wet for you every night, Daddy?" she squeaked.

She raised her hips out of the water as she continued to finger fuck herself.

"Do you lick her pussy before you fuck her? Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she said loudly.

Her body shook violently as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

"Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me," she grunted as her orgasm persisted.

When it was over, her body fell limp back into the water and she immediately chastised herself for thinking of her parents like that.

"Why am I like this?" she asked herself. "I'm going to be homeless if I confess my thoughts. No parent would think it's ok."

For months the ritual was always the same. She would get naked, masturbate to the thought of having sex with her parents then chastise herself for her lewd thoughts. Nothing ever changed, though. It started with invasive thoughts. Thoughts turned to actions. She started wearing her father's t-shirts at first. Then she would steal her mother's panties and wear them together. When that stopped being enough, she would masturbate while wearing them.

When the orgasms turned bland, she would cry out her thoughts. She would beg daddy to fuck her. She would invite her mother between her legs. She would beg to be fucked by her parents. It went on for months and she became afraid of what step she might take next. She thought of sneaking a video camera in their bedroom to record them having sex. She thought about hiding in the closet and watching them. The thoughts of what she might do overwhelmed her, and she decided she needed to confide in her mother the demons inside her head.

She continued chiding herself over her behavior as she sat on the edge of the tub and shaved herself. She would touch her folds softly, spreading the shaving cream around.

"It's happening again," she thought to herself.

She imagined the fingers exploring her pussy were her father's. She wanted them inside her.

"Stop it," she said out loud.

She shook her head in disgust and finished shaving. On her way back to her room, she snagged one of her father's shirts and a pair of panties from her mother's dresser. She went to her room and watched herself in her mirror as she slowly pulled the panties up her legs and over her hips. She turned one way, then the other as she admired herself in the mirror. She put on the t-shirt and smiled widely at herself. She felt complete and without shame and knew it was wrong to be absent of that feeling.

She took one last look in the mirror before heading back to the kitchen to clean up.

***

Jenny grew increasingly nervous as evening approached. She didn't know what she could or would say to her mother.

"I'd like to fuck you and Dad," she said to herself as she rolled her eyes.

She knew it sounded ridiculous. There was nothing she could do about her feelings, though. She did want them both and not in a "wham bam, thank you ma'am" style approach either. She wanted to mount her father and have him hold her as he always used to while he pushed his cock in and out of her. She wanted that extra feeling of love and attention.

"Was I deprived of all of this growing up?" she wondered.

She wasn't. She grew up in a happy, loving and stable home. While being an only child, she was loved and properly disciplined throughout her life; neither one being over the top. It took her maturing into a woman before her feelings betrayed her.

"What if she disowns me?" she asked herself.

She had no answer to that question. She prepared herself for the possibility that she could be homeless by the time the night ended. As she continued to mull over her incestuous thoughts, she heard her mother's car pull into the driveway.

"Fuck!" she said loudly, "What am I going to do?"

She had not thought of an answer by the time her mother walked through the door. When she did, though, Jenny ran up and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for obliging me on short notice, Mom," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

April walked into the room and was nearly pushed off balance at her daughter's abrupt receipt.

"You're obviously welcome, sweetheart! You know I enjoy our girl's nights!" she said, smiling widely.

"I know, Mom. I just hate springing it on you at such short notice," Jenny announced.

"That's ok. I feel like it's something important. As much as you denied anything being wrong, I still feel like something is off."

Jenny knew her mother wasn't easily distracted from the truth.

"I'm ok, I promise. I just want to talk to you about some things," Jenny said passively.

April walked into the kitchen and placed her work stuff on the table, "Let's grab some food and go talk, ok?"

Jenny nodded apprehensively and put the meal she prepared on plates as her legs shook uncontrollably.

"Baby, you're shaking. Tell me right now what's wrong!" her mother said emotionally.

Jenny let her plate drop onto the table and lost her self-control, "Mom..."

April went to hold her daughter in her arms without knowing the damage she was doing. When Jenny wrapped her arms around her, she knew there was something off. Her daughter's touch on her body felt personal and intimate, unlike any encounter before.

"What's going on, Jenny?" her mother asked, trying to find the source of everything that was happening.

Jenny sniffled and tried to stifle her tears as she tried to come to grips with what she was about to confess.

"Let's eat in the living room?" she asked as she was still on the verge of tears.

"Of course, baby, let's go."

They both walked into the living room and got comfortable. April dropped her shoes at the entry way and undid a couple buttons on her blouse as she sat down.

"What's going on, babe?" she asked her daughter.

Jenny observed her mother and decided that since she couldn't enjoy the benefit of alcohol, she would offer her mother some.

"Would you like a glass of wine, Mom?" she asked hesitantly.

"I think I'm ok," she began.

"Please, Mom," Jenny whispered.

April looked at her daughter oddly and nodded. Jenny got up and went back to the kitchen to poor her mother a large glass of wine

"What am I going to tell her?" she asked herself as the bottle poured.

When the glass was mostly full, she put the cork back in the bottle and brought the glass out to her mother. April accepted the glass, took a large sip from it and set it on the side table.

"What's going on, babe?" she asked her daughter.

"This is it. Say it now or chicken out. Don't be a chicken shit!" she coached herself.

"Mom..." she started hesitantly, "I've been having a problem the last several months."

"What's that?" she said dismissively.

Jenny knew she was about to drop the bomb and hoped she would be able to sleep in her bed that night. She kind of hoped she could sleep in her parents' bed that night. She hoped she could sleep in their bed as they had sex. She wanted to watch them, and she needed to say that.

"I've had bad thoughts," she said without further explanation.

April looked up mildly concerned, "What do you mean?"

Jenny fidgeted a moment while feeling her body betray her. Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. She debated abandoning the purpose of the evening right then in favor of something much less offensive or potentially heartbreaking. She didn't budge.

"I think about you and Dad in a way I should not," she admitted.

April didn't budge much, 'What do you mean?"

"Can you be that naïve?" Jenny thought.

She fumbled about for a moment before continuing, "I think about you two in a sexual way."

She exhaled loudly and fell back into the couch. April noticed the relief on her daughter's face and put that aspect above the fact that she just learned her daughter considered her and her husband in a sexual manner.

"How long have you been holding that in?" April asked.

Jenny exhaled deeply again, "Months."

"Why did you wait so long to tell me?" April asked her daughter. She tried to be nonchalant about it, but she displayed an overt amount of concern.

"I have her attention," Jenny thought to herself.

"I thought it was a stupid phase," Jenny stated.

April thought for a moment, "What do you think about?"

Jenny was stunned. She expected to be told how inappropriate she was being and that she should never bring any of that up again. She considered her options for answering her mother's questions and decided on the most direct approach without going too far into the weeds."

"I've thought about having sex with Dad," she stated quietly.

April looked at her daughter briefly before returning her focus back to her dinner, "Yeah?"

Jenny was shocked that her mother's response was not more of an outrage at her admission. She apparently didn't speak soon enough before her mother responded again, "Is that all?"

"Is that all?" Jenny repeated to herself. "I just admitted that I wanted to fuck my father. What else is she expecting?"

April took a few more bites of her food before setting her fork down and locking eyes with her daughter, "Your feelings are not abnormal, Jenny. Children throughout the world have feelings for their other-gendered parent."

Jenny sighed lightly at her mother's dismissal of her issue. She knew only part of the issue.

"It's not just that, Mom," Jenny said hesitantly.

April looked at Jenny in confusion, "What else?"

Jenny's leg started to bounce nervously as her fingers worked nervously moving together.

"I've also thought of you."

April stopped what she was doing for a moment and looked at her daughter for validation of what she just said. Jenny hid her face in her hands as she nodded, affirming to her mother what she just said.

Unsure of what she heard, April asked another question, "What about me?"

Jenny focused her stare into her mother's eyes. April took notice and read the stare accurately.

"Oh," she said, aware of what her daughter was insinuating. "Why do you think you feel this way?"

It was a question she had asked herself so many times in the past. She never had an answer. Her feelings were not the result of a single or culmination of several events. They just... happened. There was no reason as she was forced to provide the answer she swore to not give. She shrugged.

April took a few bites of her food as if nothing odd had just transpired between them. She was aware that her daughter pretty much just told her that she wanted her sexually. When she was done both eating and collecting her thoughts, she continued.

"What about Chris?" April asked about Jenny's previous boyfriend.

The question was a curveball to Jenny.

"He was my first and only. It didn't last much after that," she admitted.

"What happened?"

"We had sex early on but when he figured out I only preferred guys, he started being awkward around me," Jenny hinted.

"What?" her mother asked with great confusion.

"I simply prefer guys, Mom," Jenny repeated with emphasis.

April thought for a moment, then raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh!" she stated bluntly before refocusing her thoughts, "He had a problem with you liking girls, too?"

Jenny smiled at her mother knowing full well that she had admitted her bisexuality to her before that day but her mother either never caught on or passively denied it was a thing. She hoped for the former.

"He thought I would cheat on him," Jenny said. She thought her mother might not be paying attention but knew her mother specifically asked if he had a problem with her liking girls.

"Mom," Jenny said sternly, "you're getting that I also enjoy the company of women, right?"

April looked up at her daughter with a slightly pale face, "You told me that before."

"You don't believe me?"

"It was a long time ago, babe. I didn't know if you were sure," April stated plainly.

Jenny realized it had been years since she told her mother she liked girls as well. Since then, she had only a single female lover if you could even call her that. Her long-time friend Lisa was the only girl she ever traded sexual acts with if you could even call them that. At best, the most liberal person would say they simply masturbated together. It was the things they said to each other that Jenny was most turned on by. Had her friend demonstrated an actual interest in following through, they would have locked themselves up in their rooms during sleepovers. Jenny got wetter thinking about that. She was morally confused. She thought of her past friend and her mother in the same context.

"I am sure, Mom and I think of you the same way I think of Dad."

Jenny sat stoic in her seat as she observed her mother's reaction to her repeated admission.

Her mother was quick to shoot back a response.

"You know, I've heard of the Oedipus complex where sons lust after their mothers. I think you may be experiencing the same phenomenon. What do you think?"

The ball was in Jenny's court.

"Maybe," Jenny submitted, "but maybe I simply want to explore something different?"

She turned the tables back to her mother.

"Let's say what you feel is real," her mother said.

"It is real," Jenny thought.

"You want to have sex with your father?" April asked.

Jenny nodded.

"...and me?" April asked hesitantly.

Jenny nodded again.

April seemed to take things more seriously once she realized her daughter was not mistaken in her feelings.

Jenny sensed the sudden tension and decided to defuse the potential bomb, "I'd like to watch you two if that would be ok?" She thought reducing the perceived request would satiate the situation, but it only inflamed it.

"I will tell you now that you won't be watching anything your father and I do in the bedroom," April said sternly.

Jenny felt shut down. She didn't want to communicate her thoughts or feelings anymore. She wanted to cry and run away.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" April suggested, dismissing everything her daughter tried to talk about.

"A movie? Why don't I just go fuck myself in a corner with how you just treated my feelings, Mom?" Jenny angrily thought.

"Ok," she said, instead.

April flipped through the available options and was about to settle on an action movie when Jenny got up and set directly next to her and snatched the remote from her hand.

"What—" April started before being interrupted.

"Let me pick, please?" Jenny asked.

April smiled and released control of the remote to her daughter who flipped through the movies and found one she knew her mother would know nothing about.

"365 Days? What's this?" April asked.

"It's a thriller," Jenny lied.

"Oh, I like thrillers."

Jenny felt bad about deceiving her mother but thought maybe the nature of the move might shift her focus a bit and force her to take her daughter more seriously. She didn't intend for the movie to infiltrate her psyche so much.

In the middle of the third sex scene, Jenny was leaning against her mother as they both watched the screen. The sex became intense. Between the fact that she was leaning against one of the objects of her desire and an actual sexual being displayed before her, she could not help but feel her pussy get wet again.

"I want to cum," she thought. "I want Mom to make me cum," she added.

Knowing full well she was not going to get her wish, she carefully maneuvered her hand into her sweatpants and into her mother's panties that she was wearing.

"Maybe if I cum on her, she'll know I'm for real... or she'll throw me out."

Jenny rubbed her clit as she watched the scene on the television persist. She squeaked and moaned as quietly as she could, but she knew her mother heard her.

"Please replace my hand with yours, Mom!" she begged internally.

"Put your fingers inside me!" she begged in her mind.

She was disappointed when her mother didn't bat an eye to what she was doing. April continued to watch the unbridled sex show on the screen while her daughter masturbated herself as she leaned against her.

"There's no way she's that absent of mind," Jenny thought. "Maybe I can cum and make a little noise to get a reaction from her."

Jenny continued watching. It took a few scenes before she felt her orgasm approach. When it built up inside her, she gripped her mother's arm and continued rubbing her clit.

"Lick my pussy, Momma!" she thought to herself. It made her orgasm that much more intense. Her body began to shake, and April felt it.

"She's having an orgasm," her mother thought peacefully. "Come on baby, let it go."

April mentally coached her daughter as she held onto her mother like a frightened child. Finally, it all subsided and she released her mother's arm. April waited a few moments before standing up.

"It's been quite a night, babe, but I'm awfully tired. I'm going to get some sleep, ok?" her mother asked.

Jenny was filled with pleasure, embarrassment and shame.

"Yes, Mom," she said plainly.

April looked at her daughter and tried to hide everything she was thinking before strolling to her room for the evening. Meanwhile, Jenny nearly decided to leave home that night and never return. Instead, she decided to see if her mother thought even a little about what her daughter had confessed to her.

***

The next day, Jenny's attention was focused on every move her mother made and she hung on every word that came from her mouth. Her mind languished with doubt about what her mother might be thinking. Eve worse, what her mother might being thinking about her.

"Give me something before you go to work, Mom! I need to know something about what's going on in your thoughts!" she cried inside.

Lisa was aware her daughter was carefully watching her. She knew Jenny was waiting on something, but she didn't know what to say to her. The previous night, she lay in bed alone thinking about her daughter and the courage she must have drummed up to be able to come to her and confess her feelings. She was proud of herself for instilling in her daughter the knowledge that she could say anything without judgement. More so, she was proud of her daughter for continuing to trust her enough to pour her heart and soul out like she did.

When she was about to grab her keys and head out the door, she turned abruptly and approached her daughter. Just as she did when Jenny was a small child, she got on her knees on the floor and turned her daughter in the chair she was sitting until they were eye to eye. She saw the desperation in Jenny's eyes.

"I'll never discount your feelings. I loved you before I met you. I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I will love you tomorrow," she told her. She pinched her daughter's chin as she always had and stood up. "We'll talk about it again soon, ok?" she added.

Jenny nodded happily and watched her mother walk out the door. Mere seconds passed before she got up from the table and walked down the hall toward her parents' bedroom. With each step, a piece of her clothing found its way to the floor. By the time she entered their room, she was naked as the day she was born.

She climbed up on their bed and laid in the center with her head on the pillows. She rested her hands on her stomach and closed her eyes as she imagined her mother and father on either side of her. Both were naked and both roamed their hands up and down their daughter's body.

Her fingers found a nipple and pinched it lightly, "Yes, nibble it, Daddy."

She felt her pussy getting wet as the ritual began. She twisted her nipple between her fingers as her thoughts ran wild. Visions of mommy and daddy danced in her head as the tips of her fingers drew closer to her hole.

"Put your tongue on it, Momma while Daddy takes my mouth," she whispered as she dipped two fingers into her mouth. One hand's worth of fingers danced around her clit while the other owned her mouth.

"Yes! Put your tongue in me!" she cried as her fingers slipped inside her.

She opened her mouth and stiffened her lips as if she were sucking on her father's cock. She was in her own erotic heaven and she needed real satisfaction. She imagined them switching places. Daddy was fucking her pussy while Mom was sitting on her face while their eyes met.

"That's it, baby girl. Eat my pussy," she imagined her mother whispering as she looked down onto whatever was left of her face to see.

Moments later, her body became taught as the ripples of her powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh," she started before having to pause to breathe deeply, "God!" she cried loudly.

She shook silently on her parents' bed for a few moments before she began to feel ashamed for her behavior. It was the second part of her routine.

"Why am I like this?" she always asked herself. She never gave herself an answer, but she resolved to ask her mother the same question the next time they could speak candidly with each other. She also promised herself to pursue a resolution to her feelings about her parents.

She meandered about the house all day hoping her mother would come home and want to talk. She was disappointed when the activities of the night consisted of the normal family routine. Dinner, living room chatter with the TV on and eventually bed. She paid careful attention to her parents to see if her mother acted differently than she had before or if she could determine from her father if her mother had spoken to him at all about what they talked about.

Nothing.

She was frustrated that perhaps her mother had regarded their conversation as completed without further action needed. She remembered her mother saying they would talk again soon, but soon wasn't coming fast enough for Jenny. She wanted to act out like a toddler and throw herself on the floor until they not only paid attention to her but gave into her wishes. Neither would happen that night. She pouted as the evening routine finished and walked to her room feeling rejected.

When she laid in bed trying to fall asleep, her mind kept reminding her of the rejection she felt. Instead of crying, she was determined to push forward.

"My feelings are real, and I can't not have what I want. She hasn't kicked me out of the house for what I've said," she thought. "What is the next step I could take that would not have me on the streets?"

A chill went down her spine as she went back to a previous thought she had about watching her parents. She realized she could record them and pretty much get away with it.

"That won't get me where I want to go. There has to be something else."

She fell asleep trying to think of all the possible scenarios until one seemed to have promise. She went through the entire process from start to finish and considered all the possible outcomes she could think of. She eventually fell asleep happy thinking her idea would be the next successful step. When she woke up in the morning, she considered her idea and realized it could also propel her father into the situation.

"I need to know if it will work," she whispered to herself.

She scurried out of bed to the window to find both her potential lovers already gone. Without dressing herself, she padded over to her parents' room and shut the door. She looked around before pouncing on the bed. She laid in each spot then in the center. In each position, she looked toward the door. When she was satisfied her plan was on track, she leapt out of bed and closed the blackout curtains and looked toward the door.

"Yes!" she said happily.

She looked in her mother's closet and picked out a pair of shoes. She placed them on the outside of the door and closed it again. She rejoiced that her idea could very well initiate the reaction she needed to move forward. She was unsure if it would be noticed, though. There was only one way to tell and it could take days before the next step in her plan could be enacted.

Sure enough, it was several days before she was able to act. Each night she would sneak out and listen for the trademark bed squeaks coming from her parents' room. When she heard them finally, she turned on the light and waited a few moments before slipping out of her panties and positioning herself so the shadows of her feet could be seen from inside the room. She knew it could be a long shot, but she imagined all the ways she could be seen.

"Put her one all fours and fuck her from behind, Daddy," she thought as her finger slid between the folds of her pussy. "Pull her hair and make her see me."

Jenny shifted her feet around hoping to draw attention to the movement as she continued fantasizing.

"He wants to see your ass, Mom. Ride his cock and shake it. Know that I'm out here wishing it was your fingers burying themselves in my pussy," Jenny thought.

She continued masturbating outside her parents' bedroom as she listened to the shifts in the way the bed squeaked. With every alteration of sound, she imagined them making love in a different position. She finally came to the moment she was waiting for when she felt her legs begin to shake. She was not accustomed to masturbating while standing. While her right hand was busy pushing her over the top, her left hand made a lot of noise against the door frame as she attempted to brace herself.

She panicked over the noise she made and interrupted her orgasm to run back to her room. As soon as she got there, she realized not only did she leave the light on, her panties were still on the floor in the hall. She snuck across her room to her door and listened for any movement in the hall while paying attention to the light under her door. When she felt like the light was going to remain on, she opened her door and tip-toed over to the switch and turned the light off before grabbing her panties and leaping to her room like a young teenager sneaking to the kitchen.

She laid in her bed thinking about what she had done and what could come her way the coming days. She was so excited she didn't even finish the masturbation session she started in the hallway earlier. She fell asleep smiling and woke the following morning the same way.

***

April stormed out of the house the following morning in anger. She wanted to pretend she didn't know why her daughter was creeping outside her door while she and her husband had sex, but she knew precisely why. She knew why and she was furious. She specifically told her daughter that her desires would never be fulfilled in the way she wanted but she knew Jenny was trying to take everything she could.

She puzzled all day about how she could approach her daughter about her behavior but never came to an acceptable conclusion. She considered many options, including giving in to her daughter and letter watch. Much of the time she spent on that option was considering the ramifications of such a move and she could only think of one she couldn't live with.

"It's weird, yes, but what if he fell for her?" she thought of her husband.

As she fabricated every conceivable detail in her head, all she could see was her husband watching his daughter while he fucked his wife. She was not prepared to have to conquer that situation and settled on going home without a solid plan. She wasn't as mad as she was when she left, but still plenty confused.

"Why would she put me in this situation," she asked herself.

She resolved to talk to her daughter that night... alone.

"Jenny! I need you to do me a favor, is that ok?" April yelled from the front door as she put her things down.

Jenny sprinted around the corner from the kitchen as she prepared dinner. "Alright," she said, mildly annoyed at the yelling, "You don't have to yell, Mom!"

April seemed put out by her daughter's authoritative tone, "How was I supposed to know you were in there?" She looked at her daughter and realized they were already butting heads and they hadn't even talked yet. "I thought maybe you were in your room fantasizing about things."

Jenny stopped dead in her tracks and felt her face begin to turn red. She narrowed her eyes at her mother, "What is the favor, Mom?"

April smirked, "Call your father and ask him to be absent tonight."

Jenny lit up with enthusiasm at the implications of what her mother just told her.

"So soon?" Jenny asked herself as she pulled her phone from her back pocket. She touched her father's contact number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hi, Daddy!" she said happily.

"Hello, my princess," he responded, "What can I do for you?"

She shuffled shyly about the kitchen as she always did when she asked her Dad for a favor, "Could you hang out with the guys tonight?"

He sighed loudly into the phone, "Another girls night?"

She turned and looked at her mother as she nodded her head, "Please? I'm working through some things and Mom is being a great help to me."

She could hear him shuffling around, "Will I ever know what's been troubling you?"

"I hope so, Dad," she whispered. She caught herself whispering to him almost like a mistress whispering to her lover.

He sighed again, "Ok, my love, I'll be home late tonight. Don't wait up. I love you."

"Thank you so much, Daddy! I love you, too!" she quipped as she skipped around the kitchen in excitement. She hung up the phone and invited her mother to the kitchen for dinner.

"Get the table set and I'll be there in a few minutes," April said to her daughter as she walked toward her bedroom.

She didn't think much of her mother changing before dinner as she set the table but was mildly shocked as her mother came out in just a robe and sat down at one of the place settings. Jenny served the meal while April contemplated her first move. Jenny sat at the table with her mother and they both began the meal in silence. Jenny was adamant about not starting the conversation since she initiated the actions that brought them to the table.

April had enough of the silence, "I know you were at our door last night." She knew that statement wasn't going to initiate a response from her daughter. "What were you hoping to hear?"

"Whatever I could," she quickly responded. There was no hint of shame in her voice.

"It's not watching, which is what you asked to do, but standing at our door listening to us make love is still an invasion of our privacy."

Jenny felt herself becoming confrontational despite her mother's even tone.

"I can't make the feelings inside me disappear simply because you asked, Mom."

"I know," she admitted, "I don't know what else to do."

Jenny offered her solution again, "You could let me watch."

Her daughter had taken the upper hand in the discussion and April decided to switch directions and appraise her progress as she went along. She decided to acknowledge that she considered the idea that day but had a lurking fear.

"I thought long and hard today about what you did and how to react to it. I'm not saying this will happen, but if you watched us, I have a fear of what could happen," she admitted.

"That we might have sex?" Jenny blurted out. She cupped her hands over her mouth quickly in shock of herself. "I'm sorry, I..."

"No," her mother said, waving a finger in the air, "you're not far off the mark."

"What do you mean?"

April sighed as she put her fork down, "I haven't accepted the concept of you watching, much less participating. Let's continue as if that happened... either one of them. What if you became his primary focus?"

"Are you saying he might prefer me over you?" her daughter asked.

"Haven't you considered that a possibility?" April asked.

Jenny reflected on every thought she could recall having about her lust for her parents and didn't come up with that possibility.

"No, I guess I didn't," she admitted.

She observed her mother's unsettled demeanor and slid her chair next to her mother.

"So, you see the fear I have in the long run," her mother said solemnly.

"I'd like to start from the beginning and work toward that, if you're willing to have an open mind," Jenny mused with a smile on her face.

April looked at her daughter and recognized the smile on her face. Her daughter was at peace with herself and truly happy.

"She's being genuine. She's in a good place and is as happy as she could be," April thought to herself.

While Jenny sat in a state of awkward silence, her mother was busy going through all the pro's and con's of letting her daughter guide the situation. When she left that morning, she was not remotely open to the idea. She went through a tough process at the table of accepting her daughter's feelings as they were while also accepting that her daughter was correct. Just because she asked, it didn't mean her daughter could just stop feeling the things she felt. She thought there might be another way to proceed.

"Where would you like to start?" April happily asked.

Jenny slid closer to her mother and put her hand on her exposed knee, "Why are you wearing this robe, Mom?"

April became unsettled and put her hands in her lap as if to guard herself, "I don't know, Jennifer."

Her mother didn't have any ulterior motives for dressing as she did. She chose comfort over style while completely forgetting the subject of their conversation that night. April was unsure in that moment if she regretted wearing the robe or that she wasn't wearing anything under it. Jenny knew her mother was in a fragile state and she moved to take control.

"You're naked under that robe, aren't you, Mom?"

April nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Were you thinking about allowing me to move forward with you?" her daughter asked quietly.

April sighed, pulling her robe closed more than it was before, "I'm unsure what to do."

"Let's finish dinner and I have an idea to help us get closer than you ever imagined," Jenny suggested.

April became alarmed, "I'm not having sex with you!"

Jenny laughed, "That's not what I had in mind, Mom."

Her mother sighed a breath of relief just as Jenny said, "...yet."

April still felt relieved but also felt the necessity to slap her daughter. "I've not told you that anything will happen. I'm simply here to find out where your mind is at."

April put her fork down again and stood up, forcing her chair to slide noisily across the floor behind her. She looked down at her daughter and in a single motion, opened her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. She stood trembling and naked in front of her daughter for the first time. She thought she lost complete control of the situation until she realized that she could still test her daughter's resolve.

"What do you want to do with me now?" she asked shakily.

Jenny gently placed her fork down on the plate and stood up. She calmed her desire to do everything from kiss her mother to fall to her knees between her mother's legs. She closed her eyes and placed her hands out just in front of her to calm herself.

"Take my hand, Mom. Let's go relax and talk."

Jenny led her mother to her own master bathroom and positioned her in front of the mirror. Mother and daughter stood side by side. April was naked and waiting impatiently for what was to happen next.

"I want to have sex with you, Mom. I want to have sex with Dad, too," Jenny said as she began to remove her clothes. "I just didn't do a good job of telling you that while that is my fantasy, it's only going to work if we're all comfortable with each other in every way possible. This is how you and I get comfortable with each other."

Jenny moved behind her mother and wrapped her arms around her. She pulled April close to her body and felt her mother tremble.

"Let's take a warm bath and talk. I don't want to touch you and I don't want you to touch me. I want our girl's night. I just want it right here in a more intimate environment."

April turned her head slightly, "I would like that."

Jenny ran the bath while April watched. Her eyes focused completely on the water coming out and not her daughter's nudity. She was still very much in disbelief that she and her daughter were naked together and about to take what could be the first step into a world of intimacy.

***

Jenny got into the water first and settled into the large tub. April was timid about getting into the bath with another woman, let alone her daughter. She found that she wasn't disgusted with the concept as it were but was hesitant about opening the door to other possibilities. She decided as she was slipping her body into the hot water that she would explore her daughter's feelings a bit more.

When she was finally settled, she found her legs intertwined with those of her daughter and her body was mostly underwater. Her breasts floated just slightly, and her daughter could clearly see her nipples.

"I'd like to learn more about your feelings," April said.

"I told you about them, remember?" she said curiously.

"I know what you told me," her mother said, pulling water up out of the water and pouring it over her shoulder, "give me some detail."

Jenny looked absent mindedly around the room as she tried to put together the details in a logical and easy to understand way.

"I'm not sure what to tell you. I can tell you about the first time I noticed it. It wasn't that long ago. I was walking past your bedroom and heard a sound. I didn't initially know what it was until I snuck over and listened. I listened longer than someone would have but wasn't exactly turned on by what I was hearing."

"What did you hear?" her mother asked suggestively.

"The same thing I heard last night, bed springs squeaking. I walked away without another thought. The problem came weeks later when my mind began to be preoccupied with thoughts about what was happening in your room when you two had sex. I began to fantasize about it in my daydreams. Those fantasies would soon be acted out in my bed as I masturbated and finally it all culminated in me asking you to watch."

April was still dousing herself with the hot water, "What do you imagine we're doing?"

"Sex," her daughter responded sarcastically.

"Jenny, you know what I'm asking."

"I know what you're asking, Mom, but I'm too nervous about sharing my fantasies to you."

April snickered loudly, "Too nervous, but here we are naked in the tub together and that's after you asked my permission to watch me and your father have sex."

Jenny looked nervously around the room, "You want details?"

"I want you to tell me what you think is happening on the other side of the door when you stand there and listen."

"You're having sex with Dad! I don't know what else you want me to say."

Jenny wasn't expecting such a candid conversation. April wasn't going to have let herself go that far without getting more information or at least making her daughter more knowledgeable.

"I want you to tell me how you think we have sex. Do you think I'm on top? Do you think it's under the sheets? What do you think?"

Jenny thought for a moment, "I have imagined probably everything two people could do. I never gave thought to what you might actually be doing."

"I see," April started, "would you like me to tell you?"

Her daughter nodded happily.

"First thing you have to understand is that we're not fucking. We're not having sex. We're not even making love. Yes, by science we are having intercourse, but it's so much more. You can hear the springs of our bed squeaking so often per week because we have learned to keep our passion for each other alive. The question I asked you was a trick question. We don't have a routine when it comes to sex."

April noticed her daughter's hand slowly dipped beneath the surface of the water.

"It always starts with a kiss. A simple kiss didn't tell the other that sex was imminent. It was the feeling behind the kiss. I could be kissed on the nose; gently on the tip," April said, putting the tip of her finger on her nose. "It could be that emotionally complicated or it could be as obvious as suckling my earlobe into his mouth."

Jenny's arm was making small ripples in the water while trying to hide her masturbation.

"The partner would return the kiss in the same manner and it would go from there. That's where it would start. There was a real possibility I wouldn't feel him inside me for a long time. The pleasure is the build-up, Jenny. Anything you could imagine happening between the kiss and the orgasm does happen. Maybe a lot of it, maybe just a little."

April's hands drifted under the water to join her daughter in self pleasure.

"I think you're tired of hearing about the foreplay," April started.

"No, Mom, tell me more."

The corners of Aprils lips turned up slightly, "Our mouths aren't simply for sucking dicks and clits. They're soft and sensitive. When used properly, they can provide sensual feelings to both parties. We've taught each other to tantalize each other's bodies with our lips. Sometimes our tongues make an appearance, but it's mostly our lips. I know you're probably doubting how much erotic pleasure can be obtained just by the mouth's tender protectors, but I assure you, you have a lot to learn."

April was happy to have regained control. She wasn't over-the-top thrilled about ending up in the bathtub with her nude daughter, but she became very interested in where things were headed.

"Teach me, Mom," Jenny thought to herself as she continued to gently manipulate her clit.

"So, now I guess you're wondering what position your dad fucks me in," April said, shifting her language to aid her daughter's orgasm. "I like him on top. I like straddling him. I like any position where we can see each other's face. It's important to us that we see our partner's eyes, mouth and total face. We can tell if what we're doing is working for us or not. We read our partner's mood and thoughts when we read their face. When you know your lover, you know how they react to you and even the smallest expression can tell you everything you need to know."

"I want to see it all, Mom," Jenny squeaked.

"Last night, it was more than an hour before I mounted your father. I used the features between my legs to pleasure us. Did you hear me? Us. It's not about me or him. I feel him slide gently over my skin. Whether it's the rougher outer skin or the wet, sensitive skin on the inside, you can make it all work for each of you. When I finally felt him part my lips, I had cum twice just by the touch of his body against me. Feeling my body being filled by your father was just the icing on the entirety of the cake."

"I want to learn everything! It's like you both have mastered the martial arts of sex and I need to learn!" Jenny stuttered.

April ignored the comment and continued her tale, "You can cum simply by a lover's touch, but nothing tops the orgasm that comes as a result of them fucking you. For us, it's the penis filling us up as it pushed into its maximum potential. For them, it's the velvety feeling of the vagina wrapping around their cock until they can't bury it anymore."

Jenny was close to her orgasm as she asked her much needed question, "What makes you cum at that point?"

April looked at her daughter and noted her parted lips and staggered breathing, "It could be as simple as him filling me or the right word that my brain uses to trigger my natural responses."

"I wish you would teach me everything you know," Jenny said as she began to feel her orgasm approach.

"I haven't decided if that will happen, but I will teach you one thing," April stated.

She got on her knees in front of her daughter, exposing her fully nude body to her daughter again.

"Look at my body. I know you like what you see. As you begin to cum, bring yourself to that moment and stop," April said as she waited.

Jenny rubbed herself until she was at the edge of the cliff and pulled her finger away from her clit.

"Keep thinking of my body and where you want your lips to touch me. Imagine my breathing as I feel your lips touch my body. Quick breaths, Jenny. You hear me draw in quick breaths each time your lips touch my neck, shoulders or ears. Now, touch your clit again."

Jenny pressed her finger against her clit and applied a slight pressure and felt her orgasm begin again. April reached out and took hold of her daughter's wrist and pulled until she couldn't reach her clit.

"Now, you won't be touching your body any longer. Think of my naked body as I slowly slide toward you as we lay in bed. You're naked with your legs open wide. You think I'm going to dip my fingers inside you as I whisper dirty thoughts in your ear. Instead, I'm going to press my body against you and wrap my arms around you."

Jenny began to shake without a single thing touching her.

"I'm going to cum, Mom!" she announced.

"Keep thinking about my body being pressed against yours. Now, as your orgasm builds inside you, you know how it works. It's like a nuclear blast. It pulls in all the eroticism within you and explodes, filling you with pleasure. You're only missing one thing."

"Touch me, Mom!" Jenny pleaded.

April was slightly disappointed that her daughter wasn't picking up what she was teaching but continued regardless.

"As you feel the growing orgasm inside you intensifying, your mind is waiting for that one thing to push you over the edge. My legs, my arms and my body are touching yours. As you're staring into my eyes, waiting for my next move..."

April leaned in closer to her daughter and whispered in her ear.

"Your father puts his warm hand on your chest," she said.

"Fuck!" Jenny grunted loudly as her orgasm exploded within her.

"This will be more intense than your usual orgasm, Jenny. Let go and allow your mind to control your body," April told her daughter as she leaned in closer and pressed her lips against her daughter's cheek. "I love you, Jenny."

Jenny's body shook as she struggled to regain control of it. "So hard," Jenny said as she continued to cum. "So good."

April waited until her daughter's orgasm subsided and rested on her heals until her daughter opened her eyes.

"How was that?" she asked happily.

It took a while before Jenny was able to focus on the world around her. When she finally stopped shaking, she opened her eyes and looked at her mother.

"You're a sorcerer."

April laughed and put her hand on her daughter's shoulders, "No, I've just learned a lot about sex and how the mind and body react to it. The mind can be manipulated to cause your body to react differently to things."

"Teach me, please!" Jenny begged.

April lifted her daughter's head until they locked eyes, "I've already taught you everything you need to know, love. You simply need to know what to do with the knowledge I've given you."

Jenny looked confused.

"If you want more from me, you will have to convince your father to join the game. You see, last night, I was the only one who saw you standing at our door. I would have been angry if you had forced my hand and brought your father into this, but you didn't. I wanted no part of your fantasy, but you've changed my mind... kind of."

Jenny focused on the concept of convincing her father, "How can I convince him?"

April smiled widely, "You managed to change my firm position on the matter, Jenny. I know if you talk to your father, not only might you also sway him, but you might learn a thing or two from him as well."

"What happens after I talk to him about everything?" Jenny asked.

"Then perhaps we'll all be on the same pages and we can agree on a way to move forward together," April surmised.

"So, I have to move forward on my own right now?" Jenny asked.

"Yep! You came this far with me, no pun intended, I think you can figure out how to engage your father. If you get this far with him, you'll find that we're on the same page, but you might also be a little surprised."

"Mom," Jenny said as she thought about everything that had happened and what her mother just told her, "if you're so sure that you and dad are on the same page, why do you have a fear that he'll lose interest in you in favor of me?"

Her mother stood up and looked down, "It seems like magic, Jenny, but at the end of the day, we're all still human and when you introduce something new in a situation like that, it's hard to tell how even the most predictable things will react."

April stepped out of the tub, water dropping from her lower body, "It's late, your father will be home soon and because of you, I now have plans for the next couple hours with him." She winked at her daughter as she wrapped the towel around her body and walked out of the bathroom.

"Mom!" Jenny yelled in disbelief at her mother.

"Great, now I have to go through this whole thing with Dad," she thought as she grabbed the body wash from the shelf.





02


It Starts With a Kiss Pt. 02 - Dad
by WriterMatt ©




It Starts with a Kiss

Part Two

Dad

Jenny spent several days thinking about the moments she spent with her mother in the tub. Between thinking of her naked, masturbating and trying to take in the information she learned about her parents, she nearly forgot about her father's side of the puzzle. A puzzle which she created.

It was a lonely evening in bed when she began to vet ideas about how to get her father into the fray. Scenario after scenario went through her mind and she discarded them all. What she didn't realize is that each one was having a profound impact on her body. She eventually found herself at square one.

"Daddy are you going to fuck me now?" she whispered as her hand dipped into her panties.

Her ritual began in earnest. She discarded the entire episode she had with her mother in favor of lewd thoughts about her father wrapping his hands around her throat from behind as she felt the tip of his cock gently spread her wetness around her slit.

"Be gentle, Dad," she grunted.

She imagined him easily sliding inside her. The tip slid inside just enough for him to feel how tight his little girl was. She imagined him coating her body with compliments about how beautiful she was and how amazing she was making him feel.

"I'm ready," she began before feeling her body begin to shudder.

Moments before her orgasm, she prepared herself for the guilt she would inevitably feel. When her orgasm subsided, however, there was no guilt. She laid in bed with her hand still in her panties and she considered the ramifications of her then guiltless obsession with her parents, specifically her father. Her mind was a wreck as she returned to considering all the possible angles, she could approach her father with about her desires.

Over an additional several days, she debated how to bring him in until she decided to use his curiosity to her advantage. She waited until Friday to enact her plan. It started with a phone call to her mother.

"Mom, I have a favor to ask," Jenny said.

"Of course!" April said, "Anything you need."

"Can you come home late?"

She could almost hear her mother smiling from the other side of the line, "I think I can arrange that. Will I be interrupting if I came home tonight or should I make my grand entrance in the morning?"

Jenny smiled, "Later tonight is fine, Mom. Thank you so much!"

Her mother snickered quietly, "You're welcome babe. Good luck!" Jenny didn't know how to respond. As she considered her options, her mother's voice came across the line again.

"I love you, Jenny."

She read the sincerity of her mother's voice and felt overwhelmed with emotion as she realized her mother was on her side.

"I love you, Mom," she responded. She waited on the line to hear her mother's voice again, but the line went dead.

"On to the next step," she said to herself.

She navigated to the text app on her phone and selected her father's contact information.

"Dad, do you remember when you asked me if I would let you know about my problems?" she wrote.

"Yep," he responded after some time.

She debated how she would phrase what she wanted to say. She ultimately decided on the obvious, "I would like to let you in on what's been bothering me lately."

There were a few moments that went by before he responded.

"Does this have something to do with what you wanted to talk to your mother about?" he asked accurately.

She nodded as if he were in the room, "Yes, Dad. Mom gave me a lot of information, but I need you to fill in the gaps," she wrote.

She felt like she was lying to him but in a manner of speaking, she was simply extending the truth to include him.

"You know you have my attention whenever you need it, my love," he told her.

Jenny melted at the words he wrote. While his choices of words were innocent to him, she read deeply into them. Time slowed as she repeated the words "my love." She focused on how his tone would have been and how the words would off his tongue had he said them to her. She felt a jolt in her stomach and wetness building between her legs.

"Jenny?" her father wrote, bringing her back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I drifted off," she admitted. "I would like to have a daddy-daughter night. I'll make us some wings and I'll bring you up to date."

She made an offer she couldn't follow through with and her father knew it.

"You're going to cook?" he wrote quickly.

It was a mixture of mild alarm and poking fin at her. She accurately sensed both.

"Yes, Dad," she wrote and annunciated to herself sarcastically, "I'm not a chef by any means, but I can read."

He was quick to stabilize the situation, "I know, baby. I know you'll do great and I look forward to spending the night with you."

She smiled as she concluded the conversation with her father then her mood turned to one of panic. She frantically began searching the internet and decided on a recipe. She went to the store and began her culinary adventure as soon as she got home. The entire time she was preparing the meal, thoughts raced through her head about how the evening would go.

"Let's have sex, Dad," she joked out loud. She put her utensils on the counter and rubbed her forehead with her hand. "I can relate to Mom, but I don't know how to engage him."

She gripped her utensils in frustration and turned her knuckles into the hard granite of the counter.

"Fuck it!" she yelled. "I'll just wing it."

She laughed loudly again at her inadvertent pun and carried on with her meal prep. As her father's time of arrival encroached upon her, she began to worry whether she would finish with enough time to get a shower. She ridiculed herself for thinking she needed a shower as if something were going to happen that night. She resigned to do it regardless of the reality of what was going to be happening.

Her father showed up before the wings were done, giving her something to finally feel relieved about.

"Hi, Dad!" she said, bouncing over to greet him.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek, "Smells good in here! Glad to see you didn't burn the place down."

She returned the affectionate gesture after lightly slapping his shoulder, "The house is indeed still standing and while the food may smell good, I do not. If I could task you with finishing up the preps, I would like to get a shower to kick off our night."

He looked over her shoulder, "What can I do to help?"

"Pull the wings out when the timer goes off," she said, pointing to the countdown happening on the microwave clock, "and then get some dips together. I will be done when the food is ready."

"I think I can do that," he told his daughter as she pranced toward her bathroom.

As she promised, she was done when the wings were ready. Chris was bringing them out to the living room as she made her way to the same room in a baggy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"You read my mind!" she announced.

He had time to change as well and had everything ready when she bounded into the room.

"Have a seat! Take a load off and tell me what's on your mind," he said as he sat on the couch. She chose to sit directly next to him and leaned against him as she always did.

"Straight to business, as always."

"Why delay the inevitable," the both said in unison, mocking his typical response. They both enjoyed a chuckle as she began her story.

"Well, as you know, I've already spoken to Mom and got some perspective, but I need your guidance on this as well. I've been having a rough several months all due to thoughts that have invaded my mind and they're not good."

"Uh oh," he said half-heartedly.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and thought twice about bringing him into her dark world. The thoughts she had about her mother kicking her out of the house re-emerged and she imagined her father turning against her in her time of need. She suddenly found a way to ease into it.

"I'll first start by telling you something I told Mom a long time ago. I'm bisexual."

"So?" Chris said, dismissing her concern that it was a big deal for him to hear.

"What do you mean, 'So?'"

He leaned his head against hers, "There's more in life to worry about than who you love, especially when it wasn't a choice you were afforded. What would you have done if you had the choice?"

"That's an interesting question. From a logical perspective, I would have said I would not have chosen it because the attraction would not have already been there. I would have..." she stated before her father interrupted her.

He placed his hand on her chest and her body quivered.

"Don't think from your head. Think from your heart, Jenny."

She sighed loudly, "I would have chosen to be exactly who I am."

"I know you would have. That's one of the things that makes you special. What else is troubling you?"

She wrapped her arms around her father and held him tightly without answering him. She became completely at ease voicing her concerns to him considering his encouragements so far.

"Jenny, you can tell me anything. Please don't be afraid to tell me things." It was like he was begging her to follow through the plan he knew nothing about.

She snuggled her father a little tighter before speaking. "I've been having thoughts about you and Mom that I know I should not be having."

He shifted about in his chair as he considered how deep her thoughts could be.

"I'll spare you from having to ask. I've had sexual thoughts about both of you."

It was the last thing Chris expected to hear from his daughter's mouth that evening. He put his hand on hers to let her know he meant what he said but continued trying to come up with a response that wouldn't shake her confidence in his love for her.

He sighed softly before he spoke, "Freud talked about a son's love for his mother. The fact that the phenomenon has such a widely famous and talked about name clearly suggests that it is the most common aspect of a sibling-parent relationship. It doesn't dismiss the possibility that the opposite attraction could exist. What exactly are we talking about here?"

Jenny was filled with mixed emotions. She was happy her father was still speaking with her in his normal, upbeat tone but she was also hesitant about bringing him further down the rabbit hole.

"If they were just fantasy, we wouldn't be here talking about it. I wouldn't be putting myself through the most embarrassing experience I could think of."

"Jenny, please be frank with me. Don't you think I would have blown up by now if I was going to?" he asked.

She nodded quickly as tears began to fill her eyes, "I just feel bad for feeling the way I do."

Chris turned quickly in his seat so he could look his daughter in the eye, "Do you feel bad about being bisexual? Of course, you don't. We've established that you don't get to choose your feelings."

He was getting frustrated that she wasn't understanding his compassion for her. He put his finger under her chin until her eyes met his and he waited for her to acknowledge his statement. She half-smiled and nodded slightly.

"Now, what kind of thoughts are troubling you?" he asked, holding eye contact with his daughter.

Her eyes continued to fill with water as she dreaded saying the words to her father. Her chin trembled while thoughts of backing out filled her mind. She let herself go and cried as her arms continued to grip her father tightly.

"It was so much easier with Mom!" she cried.

He let loose an elongated sigh when he realized what was about to take place. His mind raced with all the questions he felt he was about to be asked and the implications of the answers he might give. First, he had to put her at ease so she would talk to him.

"It can be just as easy to talk to me if you realize that your mother and I are on the same page with damn near everything. Calm down and talk to me, Jenny."

She slowly pulled away from her father, grabbed a pillow and held it close to her body.

"I've had thoughts of having sex with you and Mom, individually and together," she finally admitted.

"I kind of gathered that. Fantasy is just that, though," he said. He understood why she might be uneasy having the thoughts. He didn't understand why she was so distressed.

"It's gotten to the point where I have considered taking action, Dad," she whimpered.

Chris made sure to show no noticeable reaction, "What does that mean?"

"I'm guessing Mom never talked to you about any of this?" she asked.

"No, it was your night together. I never asked and she never told me, and I am completely ok with that."

"Well," she started, "my first thought was that I wanted to watch you and mom have sex. Mom said that would never happen, so I considered sneaking around and figuring out a way to watch without you knowing."

Chris was taken back by his daughter's confession.

"Did you do any of that?"

"No! I decided to talk to you about it instead," she said.

"I appreciate that, Jenny. We've always told you that you could talk to us about anything and I'm glad you listened. I would have been very disappointed if we discovered you invaded our privacy."

Her voice cracked as she continued to pour her heart out to her father, "I waited so long to talk to you because even though you said I could tell you anything I know I'm not normal for feeling this way and would not have been surprised or angry if you asked me to leave."

Chris, much like his wife, was disappointed that she wasn't understanding what unconditional love really meant. He wanted to reach out and pull her to him and comfort her, but he was cautious about physical touch.

"I just sat there and told her it's not her fault for feeling this way and here I am denying my daughter physical affection because of her feelings," he thought, shaming himself.

"Ok," he said in a more positive tone, "let's recap. You want to have sex with us." He almost replaced 'us' with 'your parents' but didn't want her to feel like she was being looked down upon. "What would that do for you?"

"Holy shit," she thought as she stared at her father, "is he considering this? Maybe taking a shower tonight was absolutely necessary."

"Jenny?" he prodded, interrupting her thought.

"I'm sorry, it's a question Mom never asked me, so I don't have an answer. You're asking me a question I cannot possibly answer. You're my parents and I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I do, and I guess I just feel like being closer to you than I am."

He thought for a moment, "What did your mother tell you?"

"That I couldn't watch," she repeated.

He rolled his eyes slightly and chuckled, "I know. You said that just a minute ago. I meant to ask what else did she tell you?"

Jenny began to pick at her nails, "She talked to me about your intimate life just a little. She said what you two have is special and it's not just sex."

"I would have to agree. We've been together for a long time and even after all that time, our intimacy never died."

Jenny looked back up at her father, "I'll tell you something that I didn't tell her. What she told me did nothing to quell my thoughts. I want what you two have and I would like to share it with you."

He looked confused, "I feel like you're leaving something out."

Jenny told him about how she tried to get him to notice her outside their door one night while they had sex. She mentioned the discussion that followed and flowed into the intimate evening she had with her mother. Chris listened intently and without significant emotion until she was done.

"Interesting," he commented immediately after she was done. "That's a little surprising that she shared a moment like that with you. Just a little surprising, though. I can't tell you if that was the end of the line with her or not. What do you think?"

Jenny's spirits were lifted after having gotten it all out and her father was engaging her in meaningful discussion.

"At first, I thought it was a lesson she wanted to teach me about intimacy and how it's not what you see in the movies or in porn. I can think of a dozen other ways she could have done that, though, without getting in the tub naked with me."

Chris snickered, "I think you missed the point of what she was trying to show you, honey."

Jenny's eyes shifted about as she tried to think of what her father meant. Chris waited to see if the lightbulb over her head would suddenly come on. When it didn't, he took her hands in his.

"Your mother made herself vulnerable by revealing her body to you. She shared the moment in the tub with you to drive home the idea that intimacy isn't just foreplay and sex. It's in your mind, it's in your heart and it's in the time you spend with your lover. I'm not saying she was trying to fill that role with you, but it was the example she needed to teach you. Think about how I am touching you now. Is this intimacy?"

"No," Jenny said confidently, "you've always done this with me."

A tender smiled appeared on her father's face, "It could be, though, couldn't it? With the right person, the right time and the right follow-on actions or words, it could be."

Jenny looked at their coupled hands and tested the theory. She moved her hands around his, trying to exemplify what he just told her and shift the discussion back to her sexual attraction to him. Her fingertips gently traced the veins on his strong hands. The smile on her face grew wider when she heard him audibly react to her touch.

He looked down at her hands and the floated over his, "This is going too fast," he thought.

He pulled his hands slowly away, "I think you understand more about this than you give yourself credit for, Jenny."

She took that as a compliment, "I think I understand more now than I did before."

"So, you understand also that these moments are often shared by only two people," he informed her. He didn't want her to feel let down, but he also needed time to figure out if there was any kind of future that involved any amount of intimacy with his daughter.

Jenny had another battle raging inside her. She didn't let on how fully she understood the mechanics of intimacy. That short moment told her a lot about what her mother was trying to teach her, and she told herself she was right for having brought her father into it. He was the hammer needed to drive the nail home. It also set her hormones ablaze. She wanted to leap across the couch and pull her father into a deep, lustful kiss. She wanted to run to her room, strip her clothes off and shove her fingers in her pussy until her body shook with repeated orgasms. She did neither.

She slumped in her seat without a clue how to move forward, "Well, now you know."

"Yes, and I appreciate you telling me even though you doubted that I would react the way we always told you we would," he reminded her.

She fumbled around in her seat at the awkwardness that had settled in the room. Both Jenny and her father didn't know how to move forward. The awkwardness was turning to discomfort when Chris came up with an idea.

"I'll put the food away, why don't you find us something to watch?" he said.

She watched him walk into the kitchen as she considered her next move. Masturbating next to her mother was one thing but she dared not attempt such a thing with her father just then. She scrolled through the choices and landed on a fairly benign movie, but decided on a more risqué position for her to relax in. She would test her parents' position that sex was more than just foreplay and intercourse. She waited until her father came back and resumed his position on the couch. When he was comfortable, she laid her head in his lap and extended her legs out completely before turning to face the TV.

"I picked this one. I've never seen it before," she lied. She'd seen it several times and was quite aware of the timing of the steamy love scenes. She would measure his reaction to them, and it was her hope she would know how to move forward.

He pressed play and the test was in progress. Twenty-seven minutes into the movie, she prepared herself for the answer she sought. The scene played out with typical theatrical sex play being displayed on the TV. There was no indication her father was turned on by what he was seeing on the screen.

"He isn't turned on at all. Not even by me," she thought.

She was disappointed, but recalled her mother having similar non-reactions to her advances and provocations. She resolved to finish the movie, go to bed and try another day. Instead, they both fell asleep until well after the movie ended.

***

April arrived later that night and found her husband and daughter fast asleep with the TV still on. She enjoyed seeing her husband and daughter in tender moments but couldn't help having questions about how the night went. She set her things down and quietly padded over to the couch. She got on her knees and leaned in to kiss her daughter on the cheek. The kiss lingered as her soft lips pressed gently against her daughter's skin.

"Wake up, Jenny," she whispered.

She observed her daughter's face and was ready to try again when she began to rustle.

"Wake up, baby. Sit up quietly and come with me."

She waited for her daughter to rise quietly and took her hand, "I'll come back for your father."

April walked to her daughter's room. Jenny was just short of being completely coherent. When they were both standing by Jenny's bed, April put her hands on her daughter's hips.

"I hope your night went well. As you probably know, I didn't mention any of this to your father, but we will now discuss it between just us. If there is a way forward, we'll figure it out, ok? Understand though, a path forward is not a guarantee. It will be on our terms."

Jenny nodded quickly without saying a word. April didn't know her daughter's state of mind but decided to tease her a little regardless. She slipped her thumbs inside her sweatpants outside of her panties and pushed her sweatpants down to her ankles.

"Step out, sweetie," April said as she knelt before her daughter.

Jenny put her hand on her mother's shoulder and stepped out of her pants. As her mother rose, she lifted off her t-shirt in hopes that her mother had intentions on carrying on. April had other ideas.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" she asked her daughter. Her hands glided over Jenny's skin, intentionally avoiding her erogenous zones. "What are you thinking right now?"

She wanted to tell her mother that she wanted to do the same to her but knew what the real answer was. It was a test.

"I'm thinking I love the way you're touching me right now. I want more."

April smiled widely as she looked into her daughter's eyes. She nodded a single time, "Perfect."

She began to walk out when Jenny stopped her, "You know, I would have accused you of being a tease." She stared confidently into her mother's eyes, "...but you already knew that I was going to do in this bed tonight and you made it better."

April winked at her daughter and pointed to her panties, "Don't forget to take those off."

She closed the door as she walked out of her daughter's room and headed back to the living room.

She went through the same process to wake her husband and led him to their own bedroom. He fell into the bed, still tired and ready to go back to sleep until April lifted the dress she was wearing over her head, revealing her entire nude body to him.

"I've been thinking about this all day and I want you so bad!" she loudly whispered to him.

He looked at her breasts as the hung beautifully on her chest. His eyes wandered down her body, observing the perfect imperfections on her body until his eyes rested on her shaved mound.

"I'll never deny your desires," he said.

She crawled next to him and nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing him all over.

"Tell me what happened and how you felt as she told you," she whispered into his ear.

"You knew she was going to tell me all that tonight?" he asked.

She let out a muffled giggle, "Of course I did, just like you would have known if I was the last of us she told."

"Ah, yes. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that," he admitted. He began to shed his clothing as he continued. "She was very emotional as she spoke and even seemed like she wanted to back out a few times."

"Mmm-Hmm," April moaned as her hand began to explore her husband's face and chest.

"She told me she asked you if she could watch us have sex and you told her it wouldn't happen," he stated, expecting a response from his distracted wife.

"I did tell her that," was all she replied.

"I assume she told you she wanted to have sex with both you and me?" he asked, shucking off the final garment.

"Mmm-Hmm," she moaned again.

Chris began to feel as if his wife had already decided on what was going to happen in their family as a result of their daughter's confession.

"Well, to be honest, I don't have much of a thought about it. She probably drummed up the nerve to say something that I feel maybe most children feel about their parents. A mother and father are their son's and daughter's first love they say."

April pressed her body closer to her husband, "I feel that could be quite true. The fact that she also like's girls only made sense for her to admit she wanted me as well. I actually find it a little flattering."

"I felt a little flattered myself," Chris said as his own hands began to explore his wife.

"Did she masturbate next to you?" April asked quietly.

"No! She did that to you?"

April grinned widely, "She did. I had her pick a movie and she picked probably the dirtiest one she could find. We never really talked about it, but I think she wanted to see if I would join her."

Chris thought back to the movie they mostly watched together. It wasn't anything to really mention save some steamy scenes.

"She picked out what we watched but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary," he offered.

April's hands began to drift slowly down her body, "Was she laying on you like that the whole time?"

He nodded, "Yes and I believe she was testing me to see if what we told her about attraction and intimacy was just lip service."

April raised her head up. She had furled her brow and was nodding slightly, "Oh, I can tell you she absolutely was. I will tell you, though, whatever you two talked about made it all click with her. I teased her a little after I got her to her room. She was either going to make a move on me or realize I was simply making her obviously pending orgasm that much better."

"You don't even have to tell me. It was the latter."

April's hand drifted down and her finger wrapped around her husband's cock, "Yes. She is laying on her bed, masturbating right now. She's either thinking of you, me or both of us."

She felt only a slight reaction from his cock.

"I won't lie to you, Chris. It's a bit of a turn on that she's in there rubbing her pussy, potentially thinking about having sex with me."

Chris pulled his wife close and kissed her like two teenagers parked in make-out alley. April began to slowly stroke his cock as she thought about her daughter between her legs, pressing the tip of her tongue against her clit.

"Fuck! I love it when you kiss me like that. We have something no one else has," April stated.

Chris almost spoke without thinking after a strange thought went through his head. He thought twice about asking his wife what could be so wrong about teaching their adult daughter what love was really about. Instead, he wanted to know if she had made up her mind. He placed his hand on her chest and traced his finger in the canyon between her breasts, under one then the other. Eventually, his fingers found her nipples and he teased them as he asked her intentions.

"Have you decided to move forward with Jenny?"

She was too busy being mesmerized by his expert hand movements. When he realized she was in her own world taking in the love and affection he had to offer, he pulled his finger away and gently tapped the end of her nose.

"Boop! Did you hear me?" he asked with a smile.

Her eyes met his and she realized she didn't here him while she was under his spell, "I'm sorry."

"Never apologize to me when we're lying naked on this bed together. Have you decided to engage Jenny in her wish?"

"When I said I thought about it all day, I was thinking about this moment and what she said to me. We've taught her everything she knows. Is it wrong to teach her this?"

That was April's first question. If he decided it was wrong, the other question had no relevance.

"I don't know, April. I know what people would think if they knew we were even talking about it, let along if we followed through. For me, and I'll be honest with you here, it's not teaching her that has my mind in a twist. It's being able to touch her like that and have her hands on me the way you do right now."

They had always marveled at how in sync they were with each other and that occasion was no different. April confessed the same reluctance with her daughter's request. She pulled her husband on top of her and nearly begged for him to be inside her.

"I'm so wet and I'm kind of afraid that it's partially because we're considering bringing our daughter into our intimate life, Chris," she whispered.

He entered his wife slowly when her concern was voiced. She moaned her approval as his cock slid inside her pussy.

"We take everything slow. Why not just explore her desire one day at a time and do what we've already done," he suggested as his powerful hips drove his cock in and out of his partner.

Her eyes were closed as she wrapped her mind around their coupling. She heard his offer and countered with a question. "What have we already done?"

"We already allowed her to feel comfortable asking to have sex with us. We determined how far we went, and we can continue to control this adventure while showing her the gifts we give each other when we're alone."

April took in a deep breath and a wide, warm smile took over her face, "I think I know how to do it."

Chris listened to his wife lay out her plans between her coos and moans of pleasure. She described a game of seduction with a twist. Hours passed as they made love and talked about how they can bring their daughter into the fold. It was hours past midnight when they found their eyelids falling as they stared into each other's eyes.

"I find myself excited about this, Chris," April said as her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

***

Part two had much more dialog than I originally intended but I enjoyed the outcome. I hope you enjoyed this part as much as the first. Part three will continue to hold the same pace and hopefully keep you mentally on the edge of your seat as Jenny learns she's about to get what she asked for.




03


It Starts With a Kiss Pt. 03 - Promises
by WriterMatt ©




It Starts with a Kiss

Part Three

Promises

April deliberately avoided the subject of sex with her daughter since their time in the tub. Jenny, however, took notice of her mother's increased enthusiasm as she carried out her daily activities. Weeks after the idea took root in April's mind, she began the game. When she changed or bathed, the doors would remain slightly open. She would be fastening the buttons of her shirt as she walked around the house, ensuring her daughter saw her in various states of undress.

After she mastered the timing and ensured she had been sufficiently exposed to her body, she changed the game. The morning routine changed a little each day. It was a peck on the cheek and a loose embrace before it all started. She used the touch of her fingertips and the gentleness of her breath to send her daughter a message ever since. The kiss on the cheek lingered a bit longer. The touch of her hand on her daughter's arm was softer. She watched and listened for any reaction Jenny gave and smiled deeply inside when she got the reaction she wanted.

One afternoon, Jenny had enough and confronted her mother after she arrived home from work. After a lengthy embrace and a lingered kiss, Jenny pushed her mother gently away and held her at arm's length.

"What is going on?" she asked her mother. She stared at her mother with a determination only a sexually unsatisfied woman could.

April smiled slightly, "What do you mean?"

Jenny opened her mouth wide in feigned shock. April took advantage of the moment to inform her daughter of the game. She pulled Jenny back into a warm embrace. She placed on hand on the small of her back and the other behind her head and held her close as she whispered in her daughter's ear.

"Listen to me. If you want what you asked for, you have to make us want it," she said. She kissed Jenny's earlobe softly. "Your father and I will not sacrifice the love we share and how we share it. When you have aroused our interest," she said, choosing her words carefully, "then the reward will be worth the effort." She pulled her head away so she could look her daughter in the eye. "I promise you that."

Just as the realization of what was happening struck Jenny, her mother leaned in and placed her lips softly against her daughter's. Jenny began to feel weak in her knees as her mother kissed her like never before. When April released her, she was breathless.

"Mom," she whimpered quietly.

April put her curled finger under her daughter's chin and nodded a single time, "I promise you."

Jenny took a shaky breath in and released it as unsteadily as she took it in. She was still trying to take it all in when the mood in the room suddenly changed.

"Now," her mother stated loudly, "I'm going to change and make dinner before your father gets home."

She turned and walked away, smiling ear to ear knowing the shock she instilled in her daughter. Jenny remained standing in the same place for several minutes as she processed what happened to her. As she was evaluating everything that happened, she realized how turned on she was. She slowly made her way to her room thinking about the kiss.

She flung the door closed, allowing it to remain slightly ajar as she took her clothes off and threw herself onto her bed. She wasted no time, allowing her fingers to dip between her legs.

"We kissed like lovers do," she whispered to herself as she rubbed her clit.

She pressed the tip of her middle finger against her clit and slid it down to her hole. As each measurable moment passed, she pushed a little more of her finger inside her. She imagined stepping out of her body and watching as her mother pressed her lips against hers. She moaned as she felt her first orgasm began to quickly approach. Her legs opened wider and her other hand went to her breasts.

"Make me cum, Mom," she grunted as her body shook.

When her orgasm passed, she opened her eyes to find her mother watching her from the door. She made a quick move to cover herself, but stopped short as her mother walked in. April came to the side of the bed and sat next to her daughter.

"What are you doing?" she asked Jenny.

"I'm sorry, Mom. The way you kissed me was so intense. I didn't even realize how it affected me until you walked away."

"That was the intent, babe. You should know, though, that what your father and I have together is enough to keep us from masturbating alone. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're turned on and desire pleasure."

Jenny was confused, "What do you mean?"

April pressed her hand against her daughter's chest, "I've gotten off on my own many times before. Your father was with me almost every time, though. He would talk to me while I did it. He would sometimes join me, too. You're not alone, Jenny."

She kissed her daughter's forehead and walked out of the room, leaving her a little more confused than she was before.

That night, April laid naked in bed with her husband while he read. She threw the comforter off her and opened her legs a little wider. Her hand began to manipulate her clit as she informed her husband of the progress she made.

"I kissed Jenny today," she admitted.

Chris laid his book on the nightstand and turned onto his side to face his wife, "What did she think?"

April moaned softly as she recalled the scene, "I didn't know at first. It was when I caught her masturbating on her bed that I realized how much it turned her on."

Chris smiled, "I know how that feels."

"Me too," April sighed. "I told her that we don't do that kind of thing alone. I left it at that hoping she would get the message."

"Do you think she did?" he asked.

April dipped a finger inside her pussy and groaned, "I hope so. I made her a promise, too."

Chris cupped one of his wife's breasts in his hands and leaned in and suckled her nipple for a moment.

"What kind of promise?" he asked, tweaking her wet nipple between his fingers

"I promised her that the work she puts in to make us want to be with her will be rewarded in the end."

He nodded approvingly, "she has no idea what she's in for."

"I need you to find a way to promise her that same thing," April said unsteadily.

Chris didn't respond. His hands traveled across his wife's body as he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed like teenagers as she worked hard refraining from begging him to fuck her. She slid her finger in and out of her pussy slowly as she thought about the kiss she experienced earlier that day. April eventually finished and she joined her husband in reading. There was no further discussion of sex, their daughter or the sex with their daughter following her orgasm.

***

Several days later, it was Chris' turn engage Jenny in a way he never thought he would. He hadn't planned his angle of attack much, preferring to take the opportunity when it presented itself. The opportunity came in the form of Jenny being in the shower while he was the only other person in the house. A simple turn of a valve and his hastily thrown together plan was in motion. He simply had to wait.

As predicted, there came a knock on his bedroom door.

"Dad, can I use your shower? For some reason, the water just shut off in mine."

He looked over his book at his daughter, "Of course you can! I'll take a look at yours later."

Jenny walked past her father, shooting him a shy smile as she held her towel and bath things in her arms. She closed the door as expected, but surprisingly, not all the way. He waited until he heard not only the shower running, but the sound of uneven water hitting the shower pan. When the time came, he went in.

"Jenny, I need to come in, there's something in there I forgot to get before you showered." He chuckled, "I'm not used to you using our shower!"

"Sure, Daddy, it's ok," she said loudly, speaking over the splashing of the water.

He walked in and began searching the vanity for an item that didn't exist. He shuffled the items around and repeatedly sighed loudly in mock frustration.

"I know it's not your bathroom, sweetie, but have you seen a box of medication around anywhere? Turns out it's not where I thought I left it," he lied.

Jenny poked her head out of the shower and wiped the excess water off her face, "What?"

"I'm looking for my box of medication, but I don't think it's in here. Have you seen it?"

Jenny shook her head and offered no words of assistance. It was as if she never confessed her sexual desire for him. Chris felt his plan falling apart and adlibbed from that point forward.

"Maybe your mother put them somewhere else," he said, pausing for a moment. "Speaking of your mother, have you two talked anymore about what we discussed?"

Jenny smiled nervously. "Dad, I'm showering," she stated plainly.

He paused as he thought of another direction to take the conversation. He was not prepared to give up just then. He had a revelation and moved close to the shower.

"I'm asking for a reason, babe. I know you talked about your feelings toward both of us, but I feel like you're probably getting closer to your mother than you are me. That's perfectly ok, but I want you to be prepared."

He intentionally left his statement at that and began to walk away.

"What do you mean," she asked.

"Well, your mother is shaved, and I think she might prefer you the same. I don't know if you are, or if you ever have, but now might be a good time to get used to it if it's something you would like to do."

She looked at her father as if he were embarrassing her.

"I'm not sure what that look is for, but I don't think you're embarrassed over the topic. I think you might not be sure on how to do that," he offered.

"I've done it only once," she admitted.

He nodded, "I can help you with that if you like. Remember, a touch isn't always sexual."

Jenny laughed, "I think it would be if you're touching me... down there!"

"You may think that," he said as he started to walk away again, "but that's what we're trying to do. Show you that not everything you think you know is right."

He closed the door behind him and resumed laying on the bed reading. As he read his book, he was sure to take note of the sounds from the bathroom. First, the water turned off. Then he could hear the sounds of her stepping out of the shower and toweling off. It was the minutes of absolute silence that interested him. A smiled crawled across his face as he knew she was debating his offer. He read his book in amusement until the door slowly opened.

Jenny stood in the door frame, staring at her father as she made several attempts to ask him if he was serious about his offer. He got tired of waiting for her to be brave. He turned and looked at her. She was wrapped in a towel, but he took special note of how sensual his daughter looked standing there with only her womanly charms hidden from view. He couldn't help but also think that he could he back in the bathroom with his little girl, between her wide-open legs, talking to her about sex as he shaved her pussy.

"Dad?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, baby?"

She moved nervously as she built up the courage to take her father up on his offer. Chris wasn't going to be her savior that time. He needed her to say what she wanted.

"I would like your help."

"Sure!" he said as he began to get off the bed. "Do you have everything ready?"

She laughed nervously, "No." She looked around as if about to explain away a guilty look. "I didn't know I was actually going to ask you until now."

He snickered, "Ok, ok."

He put his hand on the small of his daughter's back as he led her back into the bathroom. He fished out a razor and his wife's shaving cream. He turned around and looked over his daughter from head to toe and back.

"We have the people, we have the tools," he said. "You know what has to happen now."

Jenny's face turned flush red. She put her hands on the top of her tightly bound towel and hesitated.

"What have we taught you about this, Jenny?" her father asked.

She let her arms fall limp by her sides, "That this isn't sexual, but Daddy, it's all new to me. You've never been... down there, and I think it's fair for me to be shy about it!"

Chris recognized his daughter's frustration.

"You're allowed to be shy about it, baby. You're even allowed to be aroused by it!" Chris announced excitedly, "What you need to not do is act on your impulses just yet and let me help you."

Jenny smiled as she looked at the floor, "Just yet?"

Chris realized the error of his words, "We'll get to that later," he said in an uncertain tone. He looked around, searching for a way to make the situation less awkward for his daughter. He realized there was no way other than the obvious.

"I'll need you to remove your towel and sit on the edge of the tub with your legs sitting outside here," he said, pointing to the tiled floor.

She looked deep into his eyes, "I'm going to show you my body, Dad. I know it's not sexual for you, but I have a hard time letting go of that concept. I'm already turned on and I can't hide that."

He smiled warmly at her, "That's the point, baby girl! You're allowed to be turned on! What I'm trying to show you is that not only does it not take a make-out session to be turned on, but that being turned on doesn't mean that I'm going to haul you off to my bed after this and have sex with you!"

He winked at her before focusing on the tools of the job. She recognized his words for exactly what they were. He was teasing her and intentionally getting her worked up even more. She was not going to allow that to happen unchecked.

"You did that on purpose!" she accused.

He turned to face her once again with a Cheshire grin on his face, "I did."

He said nothing else and motioned to her that it was beyond time for her to drop her towel. She judged his intent one last time before opening the towel and allowing it to gather at her feet. She stood naked before her father for the first time in many years. She shook timidly, waiting for her father to notice her and sooth her soul.

He turned and looked her nude body all over, "What were you afraid of? You're beautiful!"

She wrapped her arms around her mid-section, weakened over his compliment of her body, "Thank you, Dad."

He smiled and nodded toward the tub, "Go ahead and take a seat, I have what I need."

She sat on the edge of the and hesitantly placed her feet on the tile outside of it. She was shy about opening her legs at first but knew she didn't want to have him tell her a second time what to do. She opened her legs and waited for his touch.

"Like I said, Jenny, you'll probably get turned on by me touching you but it's ok. Don't be embarrassed. I'm going to get you all nice and smooth, ok?"

He looked up at her, waiting for the final nod of approval before he began. She nodded hesitantly and he proceeded to pour the shaving cream into the palm of his hand. He looked her pussy and judged the amount of cream he would need before applying the first amount. As the tips of his fingers touched her mound for the first time, she jerked suddenly.

"It's natural, sweetheart. Don't kick yourself in the ass for reacting that way," he told her softly.

She could feel herself getting wet by his touch.

"Dip your finger in me, Dad," she thought as she watched him cover all her hair with the cream.

She could feel the wetness seeping past the lips of her pussy and she knew he would feel the difference between water and her natural lubricant.

"Maybe he'll make me cum before he's finished. There's no way he'll leaving me in such a state," she hoped.

Once she was lathered up, he took the razor to her skin. He started shaving from the top down toward her clit. He shaved the open area smooth until his fingers were needed to spread the lips of her pussy and delicately move forward.

"This is where it gets hard, babe," he said before thinking.

Jenny snorted with laughter, "I bet it does."

Chris laughed, "Touche."

He continued to chuckle as he maneuvered the blade around her pussy, not being particularly careful about where his fingers touched. He had developed an agenda for the remainder of the afternoon, and he hoped his ministrations on her body would get her into the right frame of mind for it. He was smooth with his strokes and careful with the blade. She drew in several quick breaths and felt her bottom lip go numb as the top row of her teeth dug into it. She struggled as she tried to make her reactions inconspicuous.

"Let your body naturally react. Remember, because you didn't have a choice in who your heart beats for, it's natural for your body to react the way it is," he told her.

Jenny pressed her hands hard against the edge of the tub. She knew she would not last much longer.

"He's only touching me," she thought to herself. "That's really all it takes! Maybe it's because it's new and I'm excited."

She watched him intently, paying close attention to his fingers as they manipulated the folds of her pussy to give her a complete and smooth shave.

"What are you thinking?" he asked her as he continued to focus on his task.

She tried to contain her breathing enough to answer.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," she said. "Maybe you do. Dad..." she added without being able to continue.

"It's ok, babe," he told her.

He knew exactly what was happening to his daughter and pulled the razor slightly away as her body began to shake. He took that moment to deliver his promise.

"You're picking up on what you should be learning from us. When we're through, I promise you all the time you thought we teased you or made you wait will be all worth it." He looked up into her eyes as she struggled to keep them open.

Her hand went between her legs. She slowly pushed her finger through her slit as her orgasm blossomed inside her.

"Oh!" she squeaked loudly.

Chris put his hand on the side of her face, "It's intense, isn't it?"

She put her hand on the back of his head and pressed her forehead against his as her body began to violently shake.

"Ride it all the way through," he whispered to her.

"It's so..."

"Powerful. Now you see the power your mind has over your body," he informed his daughter.

She finally began to come down from her high and nearly collapsed into the tub. Her father grabbed her quickly and stabilized her while she regained her footing. She put her hand on his shoulder and took long, deep breaths until she was back to normal. When she had a moment to think about what just happened her eyes welled up quickly and she crumbled to the floor in front of her father.

He smiled widely as he knew the feelings rushing through her body. He wrapped his arms around her naked body and held her as she let herself be overcome with immense happiness.

"I never would have known it could be this good until you showed me!" she cried.

"Remember how I said you're seeing the power your mind has over your body? Just wait until you make it to the next level," he informed her.

She continued to cry on the floor of her parent's bathroom, forgetting that she was not completely nude. When she was done, she picked herself up and sat back down on the edge of the tub.

"Woo!" she said happily, "I wasn't expecting that."

"It's quite the experience when you learn to unlock your sexual potential. Now, stay still while I finish up, ok?"

She nodded and opened her legs once again. It wasn't long before he was done and handed her the detachable shower head to clean up. He cleaned himself up and put everything away and headed back to his bed to read. He expected her to come out wrapped in a towel as she did before. He figured she would head to her room and go about her day. Instead, she waltzed out of the bathroom without a stitch of cloth on her body and strolled over to the bed.

She leaned down and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for taking the time to do all that. You'll never know what it means to me."

When she was done thanking him, she moved slightly and pressed her lips against her father's and kissed him slow and passionately.

"I'm happy to teach you anything I can teach you, baby girl."

She kissed the tip of his nose before padding toward the door and into the hall.

***

That night, April lazily laid against her husband as he regaled her with the events of the day. She asked a lot of questions and they discussed the consequences of the things they have done to date.

"Are we harming her?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

He thought again about what happened between his daughter and him. He wrapped his previously trapped arm around his wife.

"Remember, babe, she asked us individually for what she wanted," he reminded her.

"We didn't have to fall into her dark world, though."

He considered her opinion, "Is it so dark?"

She looked him in the eyes and sighed lightly, "No, I suppose it's not. I guess I'm still a little uneasy about the idea of bringing our daughter into our intimate life."

"So am I," he said before kissing her forehead, "Are you forgetting what the next step is?"

She looked confused.

"We did our part to teach her, remember?"

She nodded gently, "It's her turn to show us what she learned."

"Yes. I'm still not sure how I will feel if she puts her hands on me in an intimate manner, babe," she admitted.

He pulled his wife closer to him, "We've been in uncharted water for some time, April. We're winging it. We've also not committed to anything."

"From the sound of it, your daughter had what may likely be the most powerful orgasm of her life almost enitrely at your hands. It feels like we committed to something."

Chris looked at his wife strangely, "I simply showed her not only the power of touch, but what our world is all about."

She sighed lightly and thought deeply about her husband's words. The only sounds in the room were of the couple breathing.

"What other father shaves his daughter's pussy and makes her cum while doing it?" she asked half-heartedly.

"It wasn't like I fingered her!" he protested.

April giggled lightly, "I know, babe. Do you think she will make a move on us?"

"If I had to guess," he pondered, "I would say she will, but on her own schedule."

"I think you're right. I just hope she learned something and doesn't engage us by pinning one of us against the wall and molesting us as if she were in a porn movie."

"She's a smart girl, babe, I think when she makes a move, it will be calculated and educated," he said.

April considered her daughter's first move, "I wonder what she'll do first."

"I wonder how we'll respond when she puts her hands on us in a manner that we're not used to from her," he thought out loud.

She nodded again, "That's my continued fear. We've done all this. We've led her along this far. What happens when she does what we have suggested but we can't handle it?"

"Well," he said, "I would guess we do for her just the same as she did for us. We communicate and tell her it's uncomfortable."

April's hands roamed over her husband's chest as she thought about their future. She began to focus on her daughter and if she may be scarred in life by having an intimate relationship with her parents. It wasn't in her nature to take the risky path in life.

"I still have reservations about it," she said as her hand slowly drifted down her husband's body.

"So do I, but let's take it a day at a time and keep communicating. Worst that can happen is that she learns that talking about your thoughts and feelings is much easier than holding it. She's already learned that by coming to us in the first place, right?"

Her hand slid into his pants and wrapped around his hardening cock. She slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, feeling him harden with each stroke.

"Best case scenario?" she asked, curious if his answer would tell her where he would like things to go.

His hand slithered down the center of her back and into her panties, "We create an unusual but potentially fun family dynamic."

April smiled, "A family threesome?"

"I guess, but I wouldn't label it as that. Call it another lover, maybe?"

"Another lover," she repeated.

"Yeah," he confirmed, "for me and you."

The room eventually fell silent. They expertly worked to bring each other to orgasm. Inside, though, the battle raged for each of them. Mother and father imagined the hand of their daughter as it would rest on parts of their bodies she had never touched before. Some thoughts brought shivers down their spines while others gave them mixed feelings. They fell asleep resigned to let their little girl continue to grow closer to them in a way they never thought possible.




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