13 comments/ 171964 views/ 18 favorites A Summer to Remember Ch. 02 By: espeteroh Revised - someone noted a few errors in the writing here and I've fixed them. Feedback is good. * * * * * I knew it was too late to cover up and act innocent. My mind raced trying to find words to defend our actions but what. "I can't believe this!" Anne yelled. "Laura, what the fuck?" I didn't believe Anne would say shit if her mouth was full of it and now this. "Umm," Laura stammered, "It just sorta happened." Laura gave Anne her best pleading look hoping for a miracle of some sort. "Yeah right." Anne said sarcastically her disbelief showing through. Then Anne's look softened. "I guess I shouldn't judge considering the feelings I've had." Laura and I waited for Anne to continue but when she didn't I asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, ummm," Anne stumbled, "this is a little hard to say but Laura I've had feeling for you for over a year now?" "What? Are you saying you're a lesbian?" "No, I like guys but I like girls too." We were speechless and I think my jaw fell open with Laura's admission. Suddenly I saw her in a whole new light and my imagination took over. Unfortunately, or maybe not, my imagination show up in my cock as it grew hard once again. Laura had walked over to us but was looking just at Anne. I started to get uncomfortable with the silence and decided it was time to leave. "Listen, why don't I leave you two alone." Finally Laura looked at me and then down at my cock. She smiled as she saw it. "Why don't you get us a couple of beers as long as you're going that way?" Laura asked in her sweetest voice. I grabbed my bathing suit as I headed for the kitchen. When I got in the kitchen I looked out the window to see if there was any action but Laura and Anne we just sitting and talking. It was too much to hope for I thought. I made a stop in the bathroom to relieve myself, grabbed the beers and headed back out to the pool. I was about to announce my return as I got to the pool area when I say Laura and Anne in what I can only describe as the hottest kiss I had ever seen. Laura was running her hand through Anne's hair as the two of them kissed and Anne was rubbing her hand up and down Laura side. I hoped she get brave and grab a little tit but it was just about then that Anne saw me. "Great, you're back! I'm so hot that beer is going to taste really good." "Yeah I can see how hot you are." I replied sarcastically. "Smartass!" Anne said half laughing. Her gaze went down to my tented bathing suit. "I guess you liked what you saw." I let out a deep breath and said, "Oh yeah!" "What is it about guys and seeing girls kiss?" Laura asked acting like she was a little put out. "I don't," I said, "but it's hot." "Actually, I have a confession," Anne said, "I think it's really hot too." My gaze had returned to my sister's naked breasts and then down to her pussy. I looked briefly at Anne's a breasts and then back at Laura's. "So whose do you like better?" Anne chided. "I don't know," I answered quickly, "I've never seen yours." "Well I can fix that." Anne replied and then stood up and quickly undressed herself. Before I knew it she was standing naked before me and then said, "Well?" "What?" I asked dumbly. "Whose better?" The funny thing was they were both built alike as I said earlier. Both had fairly large firm breasts and both were about the same size. They both looked pretty good to me but I did like Anne's just a little better so I finally said, "I like Laurie's just a little better." I said this almost apologetically. Anne looked a little better by my response. I guess she didn't expect me to say I favored my own sister's body over hers but what she didn't know was I had decided that if I didn't show Laura favor I might regret it. Years later I did get a chance to fix my response but Anne never did buy it. "Maybe you just need to feel them before you decide." Anne said taunting me just a bit and then holding her chest out toward me very suggestively. I wasn't about to turn down the obvious offer and so I reached out and gently squeezed her breasts and withdrew my hand. "Oh come on," Anne chided me, "you can hardly tell by that little touch. Do it again." I wasn't sure what Anne was up to but I wasn't about to argue with her either. This time I squeezed her breasts and then ran my finger tips over her nipples. When I did that she shuddered noticeably. Laurie, not wanting to be left out had edged inward toward me and her breasts were only a few inches from my hand. I took it as an offer and squeezed and caressed her breasts just as I had Anne's. Laura let out a couple of moans. As I was feeling Laura's breasts Anne took the opportunity to start nibbling on Laura's neck. In no time at all Laura was moaning a lot. "Listen," Anne finally said, "Why don't we take this inside where we can be more comfortable." None of us felt the need to say a thing and as I led the way Anne and Laura followed. I thought about taking it to the living room but then I thought a bedroom made much more sense. My parents had a king size bed and Laura and I only had doubles so I figured we needed the room of the king size. "Mom'll fucking kill us if she finds out!" Laura said tersely. "She won't find out if you do the laundry when we're done." I said snappishly to her. "Why should I have to do it?" "Stop it you two and get on the bed!" Anne said this as a command and we both followed her order. I wasn't sure what to do so I just lay down on one side of the bed. Anne and Laura got on the bed facing each other and I was behind Anne. While looking directly into Laura's eyes Anne slowly ran her hand up Laura's thighs lightly dragging her finger nails lightly as she did so. Laura shuddered and moaned as Anne did this. When Laura's fingers reached Anne's pussy I could see the tip of her middle finger slip between Laura's pussy lips. Anne now looked down at Laura's pussy and I could see her finger going slowly up and down between Laura's pussy lips. Laura had closed her eyes and every now and then let out an "oh!" as I guessed Anne's finger touched Laura's clit in just the right was. As Anne continued to rub Laura's pussy she bent her head forward and started sucking on Anne's nipples. With the first touch of Anne's lips to Laura's nipple Laura let out a much louder "oh!" Laura was now squirming noticeably. I had inched closer to Anne and I could feel the tip of my cock pressing into the fold of Anne's ass. Finally Anne said to me, "Don't put it in there, I don't like that." I actually hadn't thought of putting my cock into Anne's ass but as soon as she said that I felt a bit of disappointment come over me. This surprised me as I had never had anal sex and it really wasn't on my list of things I wanted to do and now all of a sudden it was. Still, I wanted to be a part of this and I took the opportunity to put my hand on Anne's breasts and start caressing her. I snuggled up against Anne my cock wedged firmly along side her ass. I started rubbing my cock slowly up and down her ass crack and the sensation was fabulous. By this time Laura was moaning almost continually. The two women became even more animated and finally Laura screamed out, "Oh fuck I'm gonna come!" Seconds later she did come and screamed in a manner I thought only happened in porn movies. I had been surprised and a little disappointed that Laura and Anne had not kissed again but as soon as Laura's orgasm started to subside Anne started kissing Laura. I thought this was just sort of a thank you kiss but then I noticed Anne's hand moving rapidly in Anne's pussy and suddenly Laura was screaming again as she came. Finally, as Laura calmed down I saw Anne withdraw her fingers from Laura's pussy and then very slowly and deliberately put first one finger in her mouth and then another sucking on each as if she were licking frosting from a spoon. That scene alone almost made me come all over myself. I actually didn't hear myself say "oh fuck" but then Anne looked back to me and asked, "Like that?" "Oh hell yeah!" I replied very enthusiastically. Anne reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock and said, "We've got to do something about this before you hurt yourself. What do you think?" She said looking to Laura. "Huh?" Laura said in a bit of a stupor, "Oh yeah, go ahead." "Well, that's not what I had in mind. I thought you two might," then Anne paused and continued, "yeah, I'd like that." Anne rolled over onto her back and pull me by my cock until I was between her legs. I saw Laura roll her eyes but surprisingly to me she didn't say anything. I was about to push my cock into Anne's obviously wet pussy when she said, "No, not yet. I want you to eat me first." Now, I shouldn't have been surprised by her descriptive language after all I'd just seen but I was. I still had this virginal idea of Anne and it wasn't leaving very quickly. I looked down at Anne's pussy. Her wetness was obvious and my only thought was I hoped she'd like it. A little unsure of myself I first ran the tip of my tongue along the outside of her pussy lips. Then as I pressed my tongue into her folds I felt Anne move her legs apart a little further and her lips opened up to me. I could clearly see her clit now and as I ran the tip of my tongue over it I was surprised at how hard it felt. The first time I ran my tongue over it Anne said, "Oh yeah!" I really liked her taste and scent. Her scent was soft and for reasons I didn't understand it was very erotic. Until that moment I had always thought Shalimar was the sexiest scent I'd ever known but now that thought had been replaced by Anne's scent. Her taste was light, gentle. Although I was still unsure of what I was doing I was sure I was enjoying it very much. I licked and sucked on her pussy for what felt like a half an hour when Anne finally put her hands on the side of my head and pulled me up a little bit and said almost feverishly, "Put it in me." Now only a young inexperienced guy could say what I said next. "What?" "Put it in me, now!" Anne commanded and I fortunately didn't require further explanation. My cock was as hard as I had ever felt it and I had all I could do to keep from just ramming it right into her as fast and hard as I could. That probably would have been the better thing to do as it worked out because as I slowly slid my cock into Anne's waiting pussy the sensation was so great I could feel the swell of cum rise within me almost immediately. I looked down at my cock as it disappeared into Anne's beautiful pussy and then saw it coming out glistening with her juices. Then I looked over to Laura and saw her staring at the point where my cock entered Anne's pussy. I suddenly felt my cock swell like it was doubling in size in Anne's pussy. At the same time it felt like the walls of her pussy were clutching at my cock and trying to keep it inside not wanting it to leave the hot confines of her pussy. "Oh my gawd I'm going to come!" Anne said surprising and relieving me. I pumped my cock a little faster in and out of Anne still doing my best to hold off coming. Then this guttural voice from Anne said, "Oh yes, I'm coming." I stopped trying to hold back and exploded into Anne's pussy. I didn't want it to end so quickly and so even when I stopped coming I continued to stroke Anne's pussy with my cock hoping against hope that I wouldn't go soft. "Suck her tits." I said suddenly. Both Anne and Laura responded at the same time by saying, "What?" I looked at Laura and said, "Laurie, suck her tits." Laura looked briefly confused and then lowered her head to Anne's tits and started suckling on the one while her hand played with the nipple of the other. What ever bit of deflating my cock had done it quickly regained all its possible size. I didn't feel in any immediate danger of coming quickly and felt like we could fuck like this for hours. As my cock ran quickly in and out of Anne's pussy I could hear a squishing sounded emanating from her pussy as we fucked. Then I saw Laura slide up on Anne and start kissing her passionately. "Oh yeah," I said breathlessly, "That is so hot!" I saw Anne looked up toward me briefly and then back towards Laura. I could see the mixture of lips and tongue and then the feel of my come rising in my cock once again and long before I wanted it to. Still I felt confident I wouldn't come right away. It was then I saw Anne break from her kiss and say, "Oh! Oh yeah." She was coming and just that was enough to put me over the top too. My second orgasm felt almost as strong as my first but the pleasure was even greater. The scene before my eyes was so hot, so erotic, I felt it would stay with me forever. I figured this was the start of a very nice long affair between the three of us. It never worked out that way though. The three of us never got together again. That's not to say I didn't have sex with Laura and Anne again, I did and many times just separately. At one point Laura actually got jealous of my being with Anne. I reminded her that she was my sister and by most people's accounts we were just a couple of sick bastards. Laura quickly got the idea and never said anything again. At that point, however, it being the end of August it really didn't matter. Before Anne and I could have sex again she headed out for Stanford. Well, there are other stories involving us but those are other stories for other times. A Summer to Remember Ch. 02 Dawn began to spread it's gold and rose coloured rays across the once darkened horizon, each golden drop spilling into the house and being filtered by gauzy black drapes so that a deep maroon light shone in through the master bedroom's windows and fell upon two sleeping figures, both tangled in a mess of crimson sheets. Jezebel's hot breath against his neck made Grenne smile, his eyes closed and his muscles stretching as his back arches and he let out a pleasant grunt. He felt magnificent, as if everything was wonderful in life, a small ache in his belly called to him, letting him know that he'd need some type of nourishment after the night he'd had. Last night began to drift lazily back into his mind, at first only flashes of sweet rose petal lips, soft mountainous breasts and perfect white skin. Her body shifted next to him, her breasts no longer covered by the thin cotton, but very visible and leading up to the face of his sweet little girl, a dried bit of cum on her bottom lip. The memories of last night rushed forward with a force that nearly knocked him off the bed. He remembered how he'd called her in to speak of the book he found in her room. The nightgown flying up and revealing her gorgeous pussy to him. Then the way they had sex and she'd sucked him off at the very end. Various clips sped through his head; his mouth on her cunt, her breasts heaving as she moaned and called him daddy. Vaulting off the bed and to the wall, he stared at the bed. Cum stained sheets and his step-daughters wonderful body laying asleep in it. He barely even remembered bringing her to his room, then recalled fucking her down the hallway and stumbling onto the bed, oh how she begged him to lick her naughty little cunt. But no, it couldn't be, this was his little girl! Two options stared him in the eye. One, he wakes her up and hopes to the gods that she doesn't go to the police. Two...he puts her back into her own bed and hopes she doesn't remember and if she does he goes back to option one. He'd take his chances with option two and scooped Jezebel into his arms. She stirred slightly, then seemed to go back to sleep. Leaving her like that was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do, it was as if she were no longer just his little girl but his lover...maybe even his true love? He shook his head at the idea and made his way back to the master bedroom. Drop after drop of hot water hit his back, working out the tough knots that worry has brought on him. Grenne closed his ice blue eyes and thought about her. Her curvacious body and sweet tasting skin seemed to materialize out of the steam, the memories coming together to create her inside of his head. The way her lips were firm yet gave way to whatever he wanted her to do with them. The long slender fingers that sent erotic waves down his spine and straight into his balls. ~Fucking hell~, he thought, ~how am I supposed to resist that!?~ Even as he struggled to wake from his sensual daydream, he felt his knees buckle as his hips thrust forward, spurt after spurt of his hot cum landing on the cool gray tile of the shower. Stepping to the side, he let the warm water pound away the evidence of his lust then he left the steamy room to his own and pulled on a pair of red flannel pajama pants. In an hour or so he'd have to face hell, either at the hands of his beloved step-daughter or by his own guilt, but in the meantime, he decided that starting breakfast would be one way to get his mind off of Jezebel. An hour or so later, back upstairs: Crackling oil woke Jezebel from the most wonderfully sinful erotic dream that she'd ever had. Her step-father was fucking her, and not just on the sheets of his bed, but in a classroom. Somehow she'd conjured up the perfect schoolgirl fetish and had been dreaming of him dressed up as a priest teaching religion at a catholic school. Oh! It had been wonderful, he looked so handsome, like a mysterious sexy, dangerous man, dressed as a priest to escape the police! He'd held her after class and seduced her then forced her to suck his cock and then do all sorts of naughty things to him. She licked her lips and tasted cum. How real it all seemed, yet she felt as if there was something more than a dream that she ought to be remembering, yet her mind drew a blank as she thought about last night, perhaps she'd fallen asleep again while masturbating and simply forgot the details. Nothing like a good orgasm to make you forget! She stretched out then slipped on her nightgown and grabbed a sexy pair of white lace boy short style panties, a white lace bra, a black oversized t-shirt with the batman logo on it and a pair of short black shorts then headed off to the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water felt good against her breasts and back which were sore from some odd reason which she assumed was the wrong sleeping position. Rubbing a cream coloured wash cloth over her pussy she gasped as it turned slightly pink. Biting her lip, she poked and prodded around the area of her sex, trying to find the reason for the blood. Inside she found nothing and her fingers came out clean. Finally, she realized what had just happened. She must have broken it while masturbating, probably pushed in too deep, too hard and too fast. Examining herself in the mirror, she wondered if the breaking of her hymen really did change her. Her breasts looked fuller and her hips narrower. Spinning around, she curiously noted the claw marks on her ass and back. She reached back and tried to see how she could have made them and shook her head, ~at least now I know why I was so sore when I woke up, trying to scratch myself like this must've been the reason...right?~ and yet there was a doubt in her mind, the spacing of the marks was wider than she could have ever made, but reason changed her mind making sense of it all when there really was none. She slipped on the panties and clasped her bra and watched herself dress in the mirror. Perhaps it was narcissism, but Jezebel was pretty damned sure that if she had a twin, she'd screw herself. As she descended the staircase she ran to her step-dad and gave him a big hug, "Guess who?" He turned and smiled down at her and hugged her close, "My, aren't we in a good mood this morning?" There was a silent accusation in his voice, an uneasiness to the way he spoke. "Well, I just had a really good night's sleep, must've crashed early after the party last night, sorry if I left you alone watching a movie or something..." She skipped to the fridge and spun with the grace of a ballerina to pour a large cup of white grape juice. "What? You mean that you forgot what you did last night?" A curious eyebrow rose above his blue eyes, and Grenne hoped he wasn't being too blunt. "Mm, not really, you know how it is when I'm tired, I can barely remember what my name is." She smiled and sat down at the old scratched kitchen table and played with the fruit in a terracotta bowl as the center piece. Grenne smiled and sighed happily. ~So, she really didn't remember? Oh thank the gods!~ Yet somehow he kind of wished that when she'd put her arms around him that she'd slip that cool hand down into his pajama pants and... No! He forced himself to tear the image from his mind and continued dunking little O's of dough into the oil and then drizzling a bit of powdered sugar based icing over them. "Donuts?" Jezebel's eyes lit up as she smiled. "Are they normal donuts or the special kind?" Grenne grunted as he held up a creamy white substance in a mixing bowl along with strawberry jam. Jezebel clapped her hands in glee and smiled brightly. When she was a child, she'd watched in amazement as her step-father had made fresh donuts and then she suggested they make them into pastries. The idea, at first, sounded silly, but to humor her, Grenne had mixed up some sugar and cream cheese, filled the holes, baked them until the creamy mixture was hardened slightly and then dabbed on various different jellies. It was her favorite ever since, coming to a close second behind scrambled eggs and syrup. ~Sometimes~, he thought, ~she is a really odd girl, but I'll be damned if I don't love her anyway!~ It only took a few more minutes for him to finish up the doughnuts, and he started coffee as he waited for them to bake. "So, you haven't told me yet, did you get any responses back from those colleges you applied for?" He hated to bring it up, but he knew that he couldn't keep her at home forever unless he chained and shackled her... He mentally smacked himself for even entertaining that idea, even if she might enjoy being his little sex slave. He winced as another imaginary hand connected with the back of his head. "Yeah, but I'd really like to take a year off to try and get everything sorted out...mom's funeral really messed me up and I'm not ready to be away from home yet, you're my only family now and well, I'd really miss you..." She looked away, the familiar look in her eyes that said she might cry. Grenne pulled her to her feet and held her tightly, wanting to protect and love her as much as he could. How stupid he'd been, thinking of her in such a crude way before. She was a delicate flower, easily hurt and yet so beautiful and eager to make everyone else happy. He kissed her forehead and sighed. "Hush now baby-doll, I'll always be here for you, my home is your home and even if you move to China for fifteen years, I'll still be here waiting for you with open arms." His words spoke volumes to her, and they were each subtly aware that there was something more than a father and a daughter in a sweet loving embrace. The scent of sugary pastries wafted through the kitchen and Grenne quickly finished the delicacies and smiled proudly at what a fine cook he'd become ever since finding Jezebel and her mother. "Well, we have all summer, so, what do you want to do first, Jezzy?" Him using her old nickname like that tugged at her heartstrings and she smiled as she bit into the doughnut. "Hmm, I do need a new swimsuit...we could go shopping today, maybe see a movie?" He nodded and thought about seeing her in a sexy black string bikini and his mouth watered. "Sure, anything you want to go see?" Jezebel slouched in her chair and grumbled slightly. "There really aren't any good ones out now, how about we just stay home and rent one?" Grenne nodded as he took the dishes away and shooed her away to go get herself ready. As she walked away, Grenne made a mental note of the fading red scratches on the insides of her thighs. Chastising himself for marking her in such a grotesque way, he angrily scrubbed the dishes then quickly got dressed for their day out. At the mall: Jezebel dragged Grenne into various lingerie stores in search of a high priced sexy swim suit to show off all her curves in. Usually, Grenne would have stone walled and not let her have anything more revealing than a 1950's bather, yet he somewhat liked the idea of seeing his little girl all dressed up and wet while washing the car or swimming in the pool. The next store she dragged him into was called Mitternacht, a lingerie store for especially curvy women. The store was small compared to most others and had deep blue sparkling fabric draped over the walls and ceiling, making the store look like a twilight wonderland. Jezebel slowed and admired a sexy black teddy until Grenne groaned and pushed her towards the back of the store where the bathing suits were. A tall blonde saleswoman rushed towards them and smiled brightly, a wide gap showing between her two bleach white front teeth, "Hello, welcome to Mitternacht, the store with a thousand and one fantasies all to make your midnight dreams come true." The woman, Elsa, as her name tag identified her, spoke in a rough German accent that was more than likely quite fake. Elsa ushered Jezebel over to a display of corsets and bodices, the cup sizes starting at DD as the smallest. Jezebel blushed as she looked back at her step father which only encouraged Elsa to wink and shake a finger at Grenne as if he were a naughty older man with a younger play thing. "This, this is perfect for you!" Elsa held up a faux leather corset with half cups so that the wearer's breasts would be pushed up nearly to her chin while still displaying the nipples. Grenne coughed as he saw it and put a protective hand on Jezebel's shoulder. "Hell no. No daughter of mine is going to ever wear that..." Grenne glared down at both Elsa and Jezebel while still managing to check the prince tag out of the corner of his eye. Without a shadow of a doubt, he'd be back and he certainly hoped it would be for Jezebel. "But Daddy..." Her eyes were wide and her lip pouting. "This is the only store that sells my size in a two piece." She turned to Elsa to explain what she was looking for. "A simple, elegant two piece, or maybe a one piece that acts like a two piece, you know, like the European styles? I don't want it to look too slutty though!" Grenne rolled his eyes, knowing that she'd thrown in the last part just to please her over-protective father. Elsa nodded and showed them over to the swimsuits, many were overly slutty, yet Jezebel finally settled on one she thought was perfect. A two piece that had a black curved bust that cinched in the middle to make the breasts look even bigger with crimson double straps that would add a touch of sexiness. When she tried it on, the look was amazing. The bottoms were boy short style with the sides cut out and replaced by two crimson strings that tied just like the two strings that tied the top around the neck. Even more titillating was the fact that Grenne could see the white lace through the straps and had to bite his lip so the pain would distract him from wanting to imagine her on his bed. How sweet she'd look there, her legs up and bent at the knee. Her panties down around her ankles, obscuring the sight of her tight sweet... He bit harder and tasted the faint metallic taste of blood. Jezebel pouted and looked at Grenne with her great big puppy dog eyes and two minutes later, Jezebel was dressed and they were leaving the store with a navy blue bag that was sprinkling glitter on the hard tiles of the floor. They stopped at a small shop and bought two sandwiches and iced teas and ate in the food court while watching the other shoppers walk around the mall, making small talk and looking for the next big sale. Grenne dusted off his hands and left to throw away their napkins and empty cups then to buy one of the large cookies at the artificial bakery that claimed to sell home made cookies for the cheapest price. "Hey Darlin', what's a sweet piece of cherry pie doing here?" A boy, around twenty two was standing beside her, his dishwater blonde hair spiked with hair gel and a thin line of facial hair along his jaw. He was thin and looking straight at Jezebel's chest. His friend, a chunky brunette with more than a few pimples held up the sparkling blue bag. "Looks like you were shopping for something special for your guy? Well sweety, there's only one thing any guy would want to see on you, and maybe if you come out to Josh's car, I'll tell you between licks" The creep made rude slurping gestures as his chunky friend, Josh, laughed. "Hey, asshole.." Grenne dug his index finger and thumb into the space along the muscles of his neck and the jerk stiffened up. "Shit dude. Jake, fucking punch him." Jake tried to spin out of Grenne's grip on his neck but fell to his knees soon as Grenne's fist connected with his stomach. Grenne arched an eyebrow at Josh who hightailed it out of there as fast as his chunky legs would allow. Grenne knelt on the ground and whispered so that Jezebel couldn't hear. "Listen punk, I ever see you looking at my little girl again and I will fuck you up so bad that your face will be little more than bird shit on the sidewalk. Oh, and I do look forward to seeing her in that bathing suit..." Grenne stood and kicked the kid in the side then escorted Jezebel to the car. On the drive home: "I'm sorry..." Jezebel was staring down at her lap, her curly hair pulled back into a loose bun that made her seem so beautiful without trying. "For what?" Grenne turned the radio down and glanced over at his step-daughter. The song playing was some soft rock ballad by another band that sounded exactly like all the others that were so popular these days. "Well, just, in the past two days I've caused a lot of trouble with guys... I don't mean to...do you think that I dress like a slut?" She looked at him, wide eyes in concern. Grenne debated on how to answer then finally sighed and said, "Listen up sugar, you don't dress or act like a slut, but you're beautiful and have a gorgeous body, any guy who sees you probably thinks the same, its not your fault, its theirs. Those assholes need to learn to keep it in their pants otherwise overprotective Daddies such as myself will chop their wimpy little cocks off." She smiled and blushed and murmured something he couldn't hear. "Huh?" She looked out the window and sighed, "I doubt every guy does, what about men like you?" He could tell she was fishing but said to hell with it. "Yes, even men like me want you..." After a few moments of silence he turned up the music again, this time a hard rock came on about bisexual strippers and sex, one of the many crucial elements to rock 'n' roll. Jezebel stared out the window the rest of the way home and he couldn't help feel that there was something bothering her, something more than she was saying. The whole ride back to the house, Jezebel was mentally kicking herself for the comment she made about men like her finding her attractive. But he did say that he did want her, well, that men like him wanted her, but men like him include him, right? She didn't know, and though she really really wanted to find out if he did really like her as more than a daughter, she knew that it could end up ruining their relationship and she didn't want that. Maybe she just needed advice...maybe she could find someone on the internet? Of course, she vowed that when she got home later she'd search the inter-webs for advice. Back at the house: Jezebel smiled at Grenne. "I've got an idea for something, start looking for a movie then get popcorn started, I shouldn't be more than a few minutes!" She rushed up the stairs to her bedroom and clicked in her password and started searching through various websites, looking for anything on relationships between fathers and daughters. Page after page of smut came up, and as she clicked onto a website with short stories she was about to give up, and then she spotted a bit of a story and bit her lip and clicked on to it. She read the entire short story in under five minutes and smiled. It was damn near close to what happened recently with her and her step-father. "Hey, Jezzy, you coming down or not?" Grenne called up and she gasped. She didn't have much time. "Yeah, be right down, just a minute, I promise!" Jezebel shut the door with her foot and clicked on the name of the author. ~Dear LoveBlossoming, I read your story and feel like it's almost exactly what has happened to my step-father and me. Well, almost... You see, I feel sexual tension there and I don't know how to find out if he does want me or not... Could you please please PLEASE respond with your idea on how I could find out the truth? With hope, RoseBudLove~ She felt so clever about that screen name as she hit the send button. And yet, she felt like this was a huge step that she might not be ready for, but as she descended the stairs and saw her father laying out on the couch already dressed for bed in a pair of blue pajama pants, his shirt off and his chest broad and muscular, she knew that she'd made the best choice in the world. Sitting beside him, smelling his cologne mixed with the musky scent of his skin, she nearly swooned. A Summer to Remember Ch. 02 The Count of Monte Cristo was a better movie than she expected, however, tiredness took over and she was asleep before the clock struck midnight. Grenne ran his hands absentmindedly over her legs as he watched the sword fight play out on the screen. He looked over and saw Jezebel cuddling with a pillow, her chest rising and falling ever so subtly with each breath. When the final scene came he reached over and shook her gently but with no response. Slowly he moved so he was leaning over her and he couldn't help himself, so he kissed her, so softly that she barely responded except to press her lips gently against his. He pulled back and smiled then lifted her and took her up to her room. Looking at her, all sprawled out on the bed, he couldn't help but feel that old familiar pang of lust. His hands hooked the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. The white lace bra caught him by surprise. Her pink upturned nipples were just visible enough to tease him, but he continued to tell himself that his intentions were nothing but pure, wearing all that to bed had to be uncomfortable. He unbuttoned her shorts and panties, pulling them down her long milky white legs as he kissed her thighs with hesitant lips. Gently, he rolled her over and kissed her back as he unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. He was barely inches away from his darling naked step-daughter whom he'd already slept with, but still, the forbidden lust was there and it was as if he were dreaming of pushing into her for the very first time all over again. But he stopped and rummaged through her dresser and found a red thong and a thin white nightgown and dressed her. It made him sad that he couldn't touch her as he wished, but it also fueled the fire in his loins. After just a moment in his cold sheets that still had the lingering scent of sex, he was wrapping his hand around his hard cock and groaning as he thought of her, the way her pussy squeezed his cock, oh gods he felt like he was about to cum already, and after a few more well placed strokes, he did. He was dizzy from the thought of her, and why was he masturbating? He hadn't jacked off since he was Jezebel's age. God how he wanted her, and hopefully he could find some way to satiate his need without ruining his relationship with his step-daughter. In the morning: Jezebel yawned and rolled away from the lemony sunlight shining in through her window, but she was already awake and something felt odd. She stood and noticed that she was wearing the white nightgown that she hardly ever wore because it was so thin...and with a red thong? She must've been really tired when she got dressed. But then again, she didn't remember even waking up from when she fell asleep during the movie. Could it be possible that Grenne had dressed her? No, she loved the idea of that but knew that it was utterly ridiculous. Remembering the message she sent to the author of the erotic story, she logged onto her email account and wished that a return message would be there. When the page loaded, there it was, highlighted in blue. She clicked on it and read each word carefully as if it were an online recipe for love potion. ~Dear RoseBudLove, First, I must say that I absolutely love the name. And secondly, thank you for the praise of my story. I am so excited that someone can relate to my story and I would be so happy to help you! Right now, before I know the whole story, I can recommend a few tricks to help you out. When I know the whole story though, I can hopefully help more! My first suggestion is to wear sexy clothing, nothing slutty because that simply isn't tasteful. Wear things that are only semi-opaque or suggest that you go to the pool and wear a sexy swimsuit. Usually, if he does mention anything you'll be able to play it off as an accident, or ignorance. Secondly, make small hints, if he really gets curious he may try to seduce you, then again, there is the morality issue and either he'll feel guilty about thinking these things or he may feign ignorance, that is if he isn't already pretty ignorant. Finally, try to do things so that you spend more time together, invite over friends that are in couples so you seem like the third wheel and have an excuse to talk to him alone. You can also combine these ideas, depending on the availability and the current season, I'd suggest something like a pool party. Tell me how things work out and get back to me with the rest of the story, I am completely intrigued by your story and might even use it for the sequel to the first short story! With luck, LoveBlossoming~ Jezebel could barely believe what she was reading. She was so happy that the author had written back so soon, and yet she wondered if she would have the courage to do what she had suggested. Looking down at her thin nightgown and the pink splotches of red from her thong that showed through, she decided that she would definitively try the first thing on her list. She mentally checked off the list she'd made using LoveBlossoming's ideas. Jezebel quickly wrote a short list of the oddities that had happened and hinted that there was more. She hoped that she would get a quick response. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she found Grenne sitting in his chair watching the news, already dressed for work at his hardware designing job. She smiled genuinely and walked right past him on her way to the kitchen. She smiled slightly as she saw his head turn and his jaw drop open. He couldn't believe it, she actually stayed dressed in what he put her in. Arousal laced with fear sped through his veins as he wondered if she had only been pretending to be asleep as he dressed her. But it couldn't be, she gave him a puzzled look despite the blush on her face. Maybe though, just maybe, she actually had sensed the sexual tension in the air and was acting on it. He stood and followed her to the kitchen. "So, looking for something good to eat? Sorry I didn't wake you and fix breakfast, I figured I'd let you sleep in today." Grenne watched as she bent over the counter and fixed herself a cup of coffee. "Right, well, I'm up anyway." She smiled and looked back at him. Her curves were just barely visible through the semi-opaque fabric and she blushed as he took in the sight of her body. He grunted and snatched his jacket off the hook and waved goodbye. "I'll be back around five, see you then." She waved goodbye, the silhouette of her globular beasts shifting as she did so. His jaw tightened, a slight tightening in his pants reminded him it was time to go before she noticed it. As soon as he was out the door she smiled brightly and laughed nervously. ~Holy shit, I did it!~ The excitement was evident as she rushed upstairs to wait for LoveBlossoming to respond. Soon after she had rushed up the stairs she became extremely bored with waiting and decided to continue her wild streak by looking around her step-father's room. Stepping into the room she felt like it was foreign and similar all at once. She glanced through the dresser and found nothing of interest. Next, she flopped down on the bed and lay back, a musky sensual scent tickled her nose and she curiously pushed aside the covered and found cum stained sheets and a flash of white lace. Her breath caught in her chest as she pulled out the pair of panties she'd warn yesterday, still wet from what she assumed was cum. Now she knew for sure that her step-father wanted her, perhaps more than ever. A hint of either a memory or a dream suddenly flashed into her mind. His lips on her neck and his hands on her hips. Her lips around the head of his cock tasting his salty cum as it squirted into her mouth. She was practically shaking as she put the memory together along with the blood on the washcloth. Was it a dream or was it a memory? Jezebel hurried back to her room after quickly shoving the panties back under the covers. On her computer was a pop-up IM from LoveBlossoming using the email website's built in messenger. ~LoveBlossoming: I hope you don't mind talking like this but I got your message this morning and thought that you'd need some quick answers.~ ~RoseBudLove: Yes! Thanks for messaging back so soon... I just found something in his room.~ ~LoveBlossoming: Really? Well, what is it??~ ~RoseBudLove: Well, I was waiting for your response when I became bored and decided to look through his room for any clues of whether or not he really felt anything for me. I looked through the dresser then sat on the bed, it smelled of sex and was covered in cum, then I found my panties that I was wearing yesterday in his bed! Just this morning I was wondering if maybe he dressed me last night, I didn't remember waking up from the movie we watched to get dressed. And then while I was sitting on the bed, I remembered something, it might be a dream or it might not, it was like a flashback of us having sex! Do you think we could have and he just put me back in my own bed so I'd think it was a dream?~ ~LoveBlossoming: Wow, well, maybe you've been too subtle, do you have a pool or a hot tub? It might be a good way to do some accidental exploring. Dress up in a sexy bathing suit, accidentally bump against him and see where that goes?~ ~RoseBudLove: Well, we have a hot tub out on the upper deck, right outside of his room...Do you think that's too blunt though?~ ~LoveBlossoming: Well, to be frank, you two could have had sex before, drastic times call for drastic measures. Either way you might get information, a good fuck or maybe even both! Good luck, I've got to go, my fiance is back, I hope your night turns out like mine!~ ~Love Blossoming has logged out~ Later that night: Grenne walked through the door three hours late. First he got detained at a business meeting, then he had to deal with an angry customer and to top it all off, there was a ton of traffic on his way back home. The day had been hell, and now he had to deal with resisting his supple young step-daughter. He opened the fridge and found a diet coke and drank half of it before he saw the pink post-it attached to the fridge. ~Dear Daddy, I tried on my new swimsuit today and it felt so wonderful that I heated up the hot tub today. The night promises to be cool so I'll be in for a while, so come on in and join me! Love, Jezzy XOXO~ Groaning, Grenne smiled slightly and headed up to his room to change into swim trunks. Just as he got home, Jezebel had slipped into the bubbling hot water and bit her lip as she waited. The light came on on the bedroom and she watched his silhouette through the dark curtains, the bulge of his cock evident as he slipped on the swim trunks. "Hey there." He smiled and slipped into the water, his long hair pulled back with a few strands brushing his chin still. "Hey!" She swam over and hugged him tight, her breasts intentionally. He pushed her back and examined her chest and the swim suit thoroughly. "It looks really good on you." He pulled her back into a hug and ran his fingers across her spine, the response was evident as he felt the two tight buds of her nipples harden through the thin material of her swimsuit. "Thanks" She murmured and she let herself drift so that she was somewhat on his lap, the evidence of his arousal pressing against the inside of her thigh. "So, I was curious about something, I went to do some laundry today and an article of clothing had gone missing...one that I was wearing yesterday..." Grenne's heartbeat stalled for a moment as what she said sank in. "Oh...really? What was it? Maybe it got caught in the drier or something..." She nodded and he could have sworn he felt her thigh rub against his throbbing cock. "I thought about that, then I realized that you took the laundry into your room to fold it, so I went looking and in your sheets..." She blushed as her breasts bumped against his chest. "In your sheets I found my panties, dripping in cum..." There, she said it, and Grenne had no way to respond, so he sat there, silent, his hands slowly drifting down to her ass. "And then I remembered something odd... It was either a dream or a memory and I don't think that I need to explain what it was about, so just tell me...did we? And do you want to...?" A pink blush spread over her cheeks. He'd been caught, she asked and he knew he had to tell her the truth. "Darling..." His hand brushed over her cheek and he sighed. "It's true, the other night...I found you in your room masturbating and then, well..." He smiled a knowing smile that faltered as he grew more nervous. "And so...you do...want me?" She looked away and blushed brightly. He could feel her heart beat against his chest and he went wild with lust. "Let me answer you like this..." His hand grasped the back of her neck and his lips pressed against hers. Without any hesitation she kissed back with a clumsy neediness that just fueled his lust. He gasped and looked at her with wanting eyes. "But...you don't feel like this is morally wrong? That we shouldn't be doing this?" She untied his hair and ran her fingers through it. "Well, I'm eighteen and you're not my biological father..." She moved away from him then sat on the edge of the hot tub, her belly flat and her breasts heavy and large. He wanted her in the worst way. His hands pushed against her belly, gently urging her to lay back. She did and he kissed the inside of her thighs and whispered against the warm wet material that covered her sweet little slit. "Just relax...let me take care of my little girl." His hands hooked the crimson straps of her swimsuit bottoms and he tossed them to the other side of the hot tub. Grenne was nervous as his lips closed over Jezebel's swollen clit. A moan of approval escaped her trembling lips and he smiled. Her cunt was dripping wet and so tight that he could barely fit the tip of his tongue into her sweet hole. He licked and laved until she'd cum twice and her pussy was ready for him, her need obvious in her glimmering golden eyes. Grenne helped her to stand and untied her top and tossed it away, eagerly taking her nipples into his mouth and sucking and biting till he could feel her knees give way. Catching her and wrapping her legs around his hips, he carried her inside and lay her delicately on the bed and stripped off his trunks. Jezebel gasped and sat up on her elbows and stared at his cock. It was thick and nearly eight inches long. Suddenly, she felt shy and wondered if it would even fit, but then she remembered that it had fit before. "Gods Daddy...its so big..." Grenne smiled and crawled on top of her, the head of his cock pressing against her opening. "It'll fit baby-doll, don't worry..." His teeth nibbled on her earlobe and he whispered, "Daddy will take care of you." With that last comment, he pushed deep into her and savored the sound of her moan. This time, he made love to her, each thrust of his hips and each sultry moan, they told each other how they felt and what they needed. His nails dug into her buttocks and her teeth bit into his neck and left a deep purple bruise. Thrust after thrust, he grunted and moaned. She hesitantly twisted his hair around her hand and pushed her lips against his ear and moaned then whispered, "...Choke me, I remember you doing it and that I loved it...but I want to feel it again..." He complied with her demand and clasped his hand around her throat and squeezed. Every muscle in her body reacted, her pussy tightened then shuddered with the intense feel of her orgasm. His body shuddered, his balls tightening and screaming that he was about to cum, but suddenly her arms held him tight, not letting him move away. "Baby, let me pull out." He grunted. "If I cum inside you..." She moaned and pulled him tight. "I want you to...please" He couldn't resist it any longer and thrust one last time, his hips shaking with the intense feel. Spurt after spurt of cum shot inside of her, the feel of his warm seed squirting inside of her triggered another orgasm. He held her and kissed her for nearly an hour as he tried to catch his breath. So many emotions filled him; lust, worry over the possible pregnancy, and above all, love. Finally, he pulled out of her, still semi-hard. He expected her to snuggle against him as her mother once did, but no, he felt her body shift and there she was, kneeling in front of him, her head down, lips pressed against the base of his cock and the curve of her ass visible over her shoulders. It was incredibly erotic watching her as she licked their juices off of his cock. She closed her mouth over the head and twirled her tongue then pushed down till her bottom lip was against his balls. His cock was suddenly out of her mouth and she was licking his balls clean. Now, his cock was fully hard again and he was drawing in the sensory experience. Once again, she pushed the entire length into her mouth and then gasped as he pushed her head down. Her throat and mouth sucked and squeezed and within moment he was shooting wave after wave of his hot seed down his throat. Jezebel yawns and rested her head on his chest and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Daddy..." Grenne smiled and pulled her close and kissed her long and hard. "I love you sugar, as my daughter, as my lover and...if you feel the same, my one and only love..." She was shocked and kissed him softly. "I love you too Daddy, and I do feel the same, completely..." She yawned and started to doze off. They slept that way, naked and covered in sweat, cum and juices. The next day, Grenne called off of work...To Be Continued.