Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep34

They heard the screech of a tent zipper and James stepped out into the sunlight. He was wearing a pair of small, dark blue shorts. Not a speedo, but something small and tight that left his every muscle out in the open to be appreciated. James tossed back his greying hair and stretched his arms outward. Molly practically creamed herself watching the muscles of her Daddy's arms -- his chest, his legs -- tense and bulge.

"Maybe it's a good problem to have," Molly said. She jumped off the picnic bench and screamed, "Daddy!"

Her father wrapped his baby girl in his arms. Buried his nose in the crown of her head.

"Hey Dad," Lexi said. James smiled wryly as she limped over. He pulled his other daughter in for a hug, crushing Lexi and Molly together to his chest.

It felt awkward -- as if maybe James and Lexi had also done dirty stuff? Molly didn't remember her father being with Lexi. But then, a lot of things were hazy in places. And the way father and eldest daughter were acting made Molly convinced that it had to have happened at some point.

Molly felt the jealousy pull at her gut, but she willed it back. Her Daddy falling for those tiny titties and nothing ass? As if. Maybe they'd done something while Molly was passed out. When her Daddy had only that one option. He'd never choose low-fat Lexi over full meal Molly if given the option.

They separated and made their way to the lake. James and Molly helped Lexi along, slipping through the dew-slick grass. Birds chirped happily in the distance. The lake looked dark and glassy.

When they got to the shore, the three separated. Lexi knelt down to unwrap her ankle while James and Molly waded into the water. The lake was cold, and Molly shivered. She hugged her arms around herself. She had a flashback to the day before. Riding her Daddy's cock and trembling in the icy rain. Her father looked over at her, and the look in his eyes told the curvy blonde that he was remembering the exact same moment.

James sloshed over and put his arm around his daughter. "We'll go in together," he said. Molly felt Lexi sidle up to her other side. They all took a step forward. A six-legged monster -- warm and only slightly clumsy.

The lake water lapped up to Molly's thigh.

"Fuck! That's cold!" Molly cried.

"Maybe it's not too late to go and hit the showers with your Mom and Austin," James said.

Molly heard the criticism and she steeled herself. She wasn't giving up. Not on something as simple as this. She gritted her teeth and stepped forward. The shore dropped away. Molly went deeper. The water to her waist. Her chest. Finally, she dipped her head under, then flung it out and screamed, blonde tresses slapping wetly on her cheek.

Molly heard her sister and father whoop out war cries and suddenly large splashes hit Molly on either side as James and Lexi dunked themselves.

"Whoo!" James shouted.

"That is fricking freezing!" Lexi said. But she laughed and clapped as she spoke.

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"God, it feels nice to clean off," James said. He looked over at his daughters. He had a funny look in his eyes. He reached over to Molly and pulled her close. The blonde baby girl curled up against her father's chest. She felt another body close around her. Lexi. The three of them wrapped around each other once again. Molly felt warmer than she had on dry land.

All three of them held still. They panted like they'd been sprinting. Molly felt her father run his hands through her hair. She looked up and caught him smiling. The little crinkles around his eyes. His square jaw and thin lips.

Being held by her father, feeling her sister nearby, it felt right. Were these the urges that her mother had been warning about? They were being affectionate, that was all. The fact that every touch from her father sent lightning straight to her pussy, it wasn't ideal. But it didn't mean they had to stop. Families could be close. They could hold each other. That was normal.

Molly felt Lexi drift away. Her father pulled her closer. Arms wrapped around her. She felt his hardness against her stomach. OK. That was normal, too. She couldn't judge him for it. He was a man, she was a woman. Bodies reacted like that sometimes. Heck, her pussy was dripping hot lava -- who was she to judge?

This was still fine. They were still in control. No one was doing anything they'd regret later. Fathers and daughters cuddled across the country. And sometimes things, biologically, just happened. This was more than appropriate. It was right. Moving back towards being a perfectly normal, absolutely acceptable family.

Molly looked up at her father.

"This is nice," she mumbled.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," James said. Yes. Nothing wrong with that. Daddies always gave their daughters compliments. "Your eyes. Your tits. Your ass. You're so fucking perfect." OK. Not great but still technically alright.

"Oh Daddy, I love you, too," Molly said. The look in her father's eyes. Oh God. Molly ran her hands through her father's greying chest hair. Felt the muscles of his pecs. Strong shoulders. His lips parted. Molly reached up further. She stroked her Daddy's cheeks. Pulled his mouth down to hers.

Maybe? Maybe this was still OK. If they only did a little...

"Wooooooo!" There was a loud scream followed by a series of splashes. Still in her Daddy's arms, Molly spun to look where the sound had come from. Lexi was standing next to them, staring across the lake, her eyes wide with something that looked a lot like fear. Molly had almost forgotten about her older sister when she'd been wrapped in her Daddy's arms.

But it wasn't the tall brunette who'd shouted.

"Guys?" Lexi said, "I think we have a problem."

*

"Mom?" Austin called out over the rush of the shower water, "What's wrong?"

Austin stood under the hot water, doing his best not to freak out that his mother had just barged into the boy's room. He was confused. A little embarrassed. And, dammit, more than a little aroused.

"I can't use the other shower," Christine said. Her voice was shaking. She sounded nervous, even a bit scared. That was not something Austin was used to hearing from his Mom. It didn't help any with his current condition of worried/sheepish/horny.

Rather than open the curtain -- Austin's sense of propriety was active if not often misplaced -- he looked down. The shower curtain was short enough that he could see his Mom's bare shins and even a bit of her knees as she stood in front of the shower.