Authors Note
My thanks to AquaFire for editing.
This is the second chapter in a longish series I have planned, I have written the first five chapters whether I finish the rest will be dependent on whether people are reading and enjoying
The full story will explore themes such as incest, water sports, male on male, submission, if any of these turn you off then don’t read at all or skip the bits you don’t like.
Everyone in this story is over 18.
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My conversation with Bill had played on my mind for days and I couldn’t stop thinking of the texts I’d sent to Alex and how I wished it had really been Mary on the other end. I played over and over Bill’s suggestion that maybe Mary had deliberately exposed herself and that she was only pretending to be so drunk that she didn’t know her pussy was exposed, if that was true then maybe there was a chance that things would go further than furtive glances and sneaky looks.
I started seeing Mary differently, as I’d admitted to Bill, I occasionally would see things I shouldn’t have and been turned on by it but now, I was actively checking my daughter out. Her movements were graceful, silky even, and she floated around the house like a sprite. I knew she was pretty, sexy, sensual really but I now started to notice all those things that made her so.
Her long blond hair and blue eyes both of which she got from her mum. Her body was slender, athletic from years of swimming, she wasn’t skinny but curvy. I used to think she looked amazing in her team swimming costume as it cut across her arse cheeks and pressed her breasts tight to her chest even then they were impressive, not big, just perfectly formed.
I found myself watching the gentle curve at the top of her breasts wondering what it would be like to run my hands over and down to her nipples. I found myself looking at the perfect curve of her back as it ran into her arse and wondering what it would be like to grab those cheeks and pull them towards me, pressing my cock against her pussy whilst kissing her passionately. I found myself wondering what her pussy looked like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like, what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. However what I found myself wondering most is whether she could, or would, respond to the sort of text I sent to Alex.
Yesterday, we were alone at home and Mary was standing at the breakfast bar eating. She was wearing a pair of skin tight black jogging pants ready for a run. I sat there staring at her beautiful backside voluptuous and alluring as she stretched her calves. The curve formed by her lower back as it ran into her rounded cheeks looked so enticing I wanted to run my hands over them to feel their warm soft curves. I could see no line from her panties and I wondered whether she was naked under there.
I imagined texting her instructions, her picking up the phone to read them and then following them without question or hesitation. Without looking across at me, she would pull her joggers down to her knees, reach behind and pull her cheeks apart and wait for me to use her as I wanted. I imagined her inviting me as Alex had done to Bill. “There you go daddy, my cunt is ready for you.”
I imagined moving behind her and slipping my cock into her tight young pussy, so wet, so warm. We would groan as I went balls deep, she would push her cereal bowl away so that she could lean tighter to the counter top to accommodate my demanding thrusts. I imagined fucking her with long strokes as she milked my cock with her pussy urging me on, pushing back against me to increase the depth of the penetration. I imagined her saying, “Fuck me daddy, cum in my cunt.” As I fill her with my cum and orgasmed into my daughter’s pussy.
I groaned causing Mary to look over “Dad are you alright?”
I snapped out of my fantasy daydream and quickly hid my erection that was tenting my pants.
“Yeah, sorry baby I was just having a day dream.” She turned and leaned with her back against the counter giving me a great view of her joggers pressed tight to her young pussy, her breasts tightly wrapped in her running top.
“Anything you want to share?” She asked.
“No, no it was nothing.” I answered averting my eyes from her obviously erect nipples.
“Ok, well if there’s anything I can ever do for you, you just need to ask.” With that, she drifted out of the kitchen. God, given what I’d just been thinking, she couldn’t imagine the suggestiveness of what she just said.
It wasn’t just Mary that had been the subject of my increased horniness. Since the night with Bill, my sex life with Kath had been vigorous. Every night, most days and twice on Sundays. Yet despite having it freely available, every time I thought about Alex or Mary, I would get stiff.
I also started to imagine what it would be like to watch Pete and Kath fucking. Would she ever let it happen, if she did would she go for it with the vigour I know she’s capable of? gaziantep escort bayan ilanları Or would she be more reserved?
Yesterday, Pete came back from his usual morning run, Kath asked for his running gear so she can put it straight into the washer. He’d gone upstairs to change and thrown it over the balcony for her to pick up. But in my head, I imagined him stood in front of his mother peeling his sweaty top over his head to reveal his toned, tanned torso then pulling his shorts down to reveal his young rock hard cock. He would lean into his mum gently, hold her head and kiss her passionately. Then, when he thought she was ready, he would gently push her down to her knees. She would blow him with gusto, deep throating him and slobbering over his cock. I wondered where he would want to come. Would he shoot down her throat or would he prefer to pull out at the last minute to come over her face and tits?
Fuck! It was all too much and I still didn’t know what Bill meant about, “Do I want this and do I trust him.” Hopefully I didn’t have to wait long.
A couple of days later, a package arrived at home which started to make Bill’s plan clear.
I arrived home from work and the family were gathered around a parcel on the breakfast bar. I squinted at Kath looking for an explanation. She shrugged and gave me a nearly imperceptible shake of her head to show she didn’t know what it was either.
Pete and Mary both turned to me, Mary spoke first.
“I thought you were never going to get home, this arrived hours ago but we can’t open it until you got here.”
I was puzzled. “What do you mean, what is it?”
Kath chipped in. “We don’t know but it came with this letter.”
I took the letter from her outstretched hand and read it out aloud.
“To the Robinsons. The contents of this box are exciting and potentially very rewarding but it concerns the whole family. You must therefore only open it when all 4 of you are together”.
The letter had no identifying marks and the envelope was blank too. I looked at the other 3 in the room but it was clear that they were as dumbfounded as me, but the excitement on the faces of the children was clear. It reminded me of the reaction they had on Christmas morning.
I put the letter down and picked up the box. It was around 18″ square weighed a couple of pounds and was wrapped in pure white paper. It felt silky, plush, almost high quality which is a ridiculous way to describe a wrapped box but it did. I slowly turned it over looking for clues as to what it was inside but found none.
Pete said what everyone else was thinking “so dad, are you going to open it or what?”
I looked at the others and got no arguments so I placed it on the counter, retrieved a knife and carefully cut the wrapping paper to reveal the contents. Inside there was a pure white box with “The Robinsons” embossed in gold on the top. The luxurious lid flipped up to reveal a top of the range digital camera which Pete excitedly grabbed and started to examine, a top of the range digital video recorder which Mary did the same too and 4 white plain boxes with each of our names on. The final item was another letter which I opened and read aloud.
“Hello to the Robinsons,” It started. “I cannot reveal who I am at the moment but I am doing an experiment into sexual proclivity within families and I have selected you to be part of that experiment.” I looked around. I had everybody’s attention.
“The equipment I have supplied for you is to aid the experiment and if you continue, I will send you more. If you decide not to be part of the experiment, you can keep anything I have sent you to that point including the cameras you have already. The experiment takes the form of a game, the rules of which are simple. I will send you a series of tasks which you must complete. You must upload the evidence of completion to a secure server, the details of which are below. You can stop the game at any point but once one person removes themselves from the game it is over for everyone. You will be financially rewarded for each task you complete and if you get to the end of the game, you will each have accumulate $1,000,000.” There was a gasp from Mary. I glanced up to see her almost drooling at the idea of winning a million.
I continued to read. “The tasks are of a flirtatious or sexual nature and are designed to test the interactions, sexual norms and the taboo limits of a modern family. Some of the tasks will have multiple parts which are only revealed as you progress through that task.”
I looked around at the other three; they were looking around at each other with a mixture of shock, excitement and puzzlement but I didn’t detect any hint of disgust. I pressed on. “Your first task, should you choose to accept it, is to wear the underwear I have selected for each of you for the rest of the night and at the end of the night, to escort bayan gaziantep ilanları take a family photo whilst wearing it. For this, you will each receive $1000. The photo must be uploaded to the secure server by midnight tonight.”
There was a long pause as everyone digested what they’d just heard. Surprisingly, the silence was broken by Kath. “It’s only underwear for God’s sake how bad can it be? I’ve seen you all in less than that recently and heaven knows you two need the money with college around the corner. Get it out, have a look, and see what you think.”
There were no dissenting voices and so we started to open. The first to get theirs open was Mary, she opened her box and pulled out what appeared to be a mass of string and lace that she soon realized was a pair of knickers; they seemed small. The next out was a matching bra and a pair of thigh high stockings. “Wow these are nice.” She said as she turned them over in her hand checking out the labels. “And all my size, how could they know?”
Everyone had paused to watch Mary and the next to open was me, I pulled out a pair of tight white boxer shorts. I checked and they were my size but they looked smaller than I would normally buy. I pulled at the fabric and realised that they were some sort of stretch material. They would fit but they would be snug and they would be revealing; that was probably the plan.
Pete was next and pulled out exactly the same as me, he stretched them and offered them up to his waist, again tight but doable.
Finally Kate pulled out a matching set of bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings. They were all a rich, deep slate grey colour with tiny pink bows at the thigh and between the cups of the bra. She whistled as she examined the labels. “These are super expensive, whoever it is doesn’t mess about with cheap rubbish, do they?”
Again there was a pregnant pause as we all stood there with underwear in our hands.
Mary broke the silence “Are we going to put these on or not, I for one, have no problem wearing these around the house for 1000 bucks”
I looked around, Pete and Kate both shrugged as if to say ok. “The only thing I’d say is, we don’t know who this is and they might not follow through on their promise.” I warned.
“I don’t care.” Responded Mary. “What they’ve already given us,” she pointed towards the photography equipment, “Is worth a picture of me in my undies. Even if there’s nothing more to come, I’m happy with that deal.”
I looked around and again, Pete and Kate shrugged and nodded in agreement.
“Me and Mary will go upstairs.” Kate suggested “Why don’t you two change here and we’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” With that the two of them wheeled away.
“Wait.” I shouted after them. “You know that there is likely to be a…reaction right, and this…” I held up the shorts whilst nodding in the direction of my crotch “this isn’t going to hide much.”
“I expect so and I expect that that’s what they want.” Kate said as she grabbed Mary’s hand and led her upstairs. I heard giggling from the landing before the door closed.
I turned to Pete and raised my eyebrows. We turned our backs to each other and started to undress. The shorts fitted better than I thought they would but they were tight. I would have been ok if I were a woman but there was virtually no room for my cock, I tried it every way I could but eventually, the only comfortable place was to lay it across the join between my thigh and abdomen. I stood up straight feeling very self-conscious that I wasn’t well hidden and that I was clearly at half mast, I turned to Pete and it was obvious that he was having similar issues.
We were both meaty, I’d always been proud of my cock maybe 7 or 8″ on a good day with decent girth and Pete looked very similar. I’ve never been embarrassed in the shower and I’ve never had any complaints from my lovers.
I checked Pete out, he was tall and well built in a very masculine way, he played football for his school and it showed. He was chiselled and sculpted and formed well. He looked very good in his tight white pants and I found myself wondering about Bill’s suggestion of foursomes; how far would we be willing to go with each other?
When I was his age, I had a similar physique but 20 years on, I’d softened around the edges. I still kept trim and went to the gym most days but I didn’t have the hard bodied advantage of youth. I checked his cock out and it looked good, a good size about the same as mine, I knew Kath would be impressed when she saw him, not least, I hoped, because he would remind her of a young me.
“What do we do now?” He looked at me expectantly.
“Tell you what, you sit down and I’ll pour all of us some wine, I think we might need it.” I went across to the fridge and selected a decent bottle of white I knew everyone liked. I poured four large glasses and returned to the living gaziantep bayan escort ilanları room.
I’d just sat down when Kath called from the hallway.
“Are you both ready?” She sounded a little nervous and excited at the same time.
“Yes.” We both replied in unison.
The door opened and Kath walked in. Pete groaned, sat bolt upright and his hand went straight to his pants fighting to keep his cock inside his waist band. She walked into the room strutting with a confidence I doubted she had, she looked amazing.
The slate grey stockings fitted her perfectly, her smooth skin at the tops of her thighs led to a beautiful pair of briefs that sat high on her hip and was tight against her pussy. Her generous tits straining to leap out of the low cut bra that lifted and shaped her breasts separating them so that the little pink bow was clearly visible between her perfect globes.
She’d always kept herself trim and she’d always been attractive but, God, tonight she looked smoking hot. She strutted like an underwear catwalk model, each foot crossing the other, she wore her nude 4″ heels which served to accentuate her shapely calves and make her even more statuesque. She stood in front of us both, did a twirl and struck a pose with her knees slightly bent and her arse stuck out towards us and looked over her shoulder.
“You like?”
“Oh God yes!” I replied. “You look amazing.”
“And what about you Pete, do you like…?” She turned his way to give him an even better view from the front.
“I…Erm…erm…” Was all he could say as his eyes travelled up and down her body. It was clear he didn’t know where to look for the best.
I glanced down at his cock, you could almost see the vein throbbing through the material in his pants and the head was virtually sticking out through the waist band.
“I think your answer is between his legs.” I joked.
She looked down and spotted his throbbing cock and smiled at the effect she was having on him. Her eyes travelled slowly up admiring his chiselled physique and muscular torso. I knew Kath well enough to recognize the fire in her eyes.
“Is it my turn yet?” Mary called from the hall.
“Come on in, baby.” Kath invited as she sat down between me and Pete on the sofa grabbing a glass of wine as she did.
The door swung open and a goddess walked into the room. It transpired that the knickers I’d seen earlier were barely more than a triangle of cloth that were held in place by 2 thin strings of material that rose high over her hip bones and disappeared into the crack of her bum. Her perfect round cheeks were clearly visible, she was looking even hotter than when she wore her swimsuit. Her tits jiggled slightly as she walked and the lacy bra hinted at the hard pink nipples beneath. Her white stockings were topped off with an inch of fine lace. She walked with a swagger, turning every second step to reveal the magnificence of her arse and the all-round gorgeousness of her figure. She stopped in front of me and made a play of adjusting her bra then she hooked her fingers into the strings of her knickers and pulled them tighter over her hips, pulling the silky white material tighter to her pussy. The shape of her young pussy and the outline of her slit was clearly visible, fuck! She looked amazing
“What do you think daddy, do you like it? Am I as sexy as mum?” Mary said as she flashed her mum a naughty smile.
I couldn’t talk, my mouth was dry and my jaw hung limp.
“Oh yes, baby.” Kath answered for me, she was staring at my twitching cock. “I think he liked that, I think you look amazing too.”
“Thanks mummy.” She said giving a small curtsy and blowing her a kiss before throwing herself into the chair opposite, her legs were open and it reminded me of the movie night escapade. Her pussy was barely covered by the thin strip of material between her legs.
The sexual tension was incredible and we all sat there waiting for it to abate before we tried to speak. It was Kath who once again took control. She slapped both me and Pete on our thighs.
“Come on, it’s time for diner. Grab your wines, we’re going to cook.” She stood up and walked to the kitchen.
The next couple of hours passed so quickly. After the initial show, it had become a bit covert with sideway glances and hopeful quick looks. But after a while and after a couple of glasses of wine, we just seemed to stop caring and openly stared at whatever took our fancy.
At one point, Mary was washing up and I stood directly behind her. I was careful not to touch her but she could feel my breath on the back of her neck, I crooned my head over her shoulder and half jokingly looked down her bra. I expected her to cover up in mock modesty but instead, she adjusted her bra so her nipples rested on the top of the lace, fully exposing her erect pink buds. Her little coral coloured nips looked amazing, sat as they were on top of her perfect mounds. But the biggest turn on was the brazen way she did it, no modesty, no embarrassment.
“Is that what you wanted to see daddy?”
“I err…” I was a bit caught out by her boldness, aw fuck it I thought. “Yes baby, that is what I wanted, thank you. Your tits looked amazing in that bra but I wanted to see a little more.”
Kath overheard our exchange and looked over, spotting Mary’s exposed erect nipples. “Oooh, look at you pushing the boundaries.”
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