14 comments/ 57129 views/ 100 favorites Five Women and One Lucky Guy By: BrettJ Most men who walked in on what I walked in on would likely have not reacted in the manner in which I did. I entered my home and found two lovely young women having sex on my new leather couch. I recognized them on sight -- my oldest daughter, Alexa and her younger sister, Kara. Alexa is a lovely, slender blonde and Kara, a young and petite, half-Latina beauty. They are both exceptionally lovely and high-spirited young ladies. Alexa just turned 20 and her sister is 19. I am in the loop on the lives of all of my daughters and am completely aware that they are both sexually active. I also knew that this was not their first time being intimate with one another. More on this in a little while. I cleared my throat to alert my girls to my presence. Alexa moved so that she could look up and see me. "Oh, hi daddy," she chirped merrily. "When did you get home?" Allow me to add that she made absolutely no attempt to cover herself. "A few minutes ago, now ..." Kara sat up and she too, remained defiantly naked. "Uh-oh, daddy's got that look again," she cautioned her older sibling. "I think we're in trouble." Indeed they were, but not for the reason most of you are expecting. I tapped my foot and stared at my daughters with no small amount of anger and frustration. "Have I not told you, time and again, that I don't want the two of you having sex on the furniture?" I stated firmly. "That couch was incredibly expensive and it's only a few months old." Relieved that she wasn't in deep trouble, I saw Kara's face relax and I noticed Alexa's winning little grin. "Sorry daddy, but sometimes, you just have to go when the mood strikes you," Alexa answered me. "You both have huge bedrooms," I said, intent on not letting either of my girls off the hook. "Why couldn't you use one of those?" "Mom," Kara commented. "She's in spring cleaning mode and you know what that means," she said and shook her head. I nodded and decided to grant them temporary amnesty. I did indeed know what that meant. I love my wife, but when she gets in her cleaning frenzies, nothing and no one is safe. Even our pets run for the hills. I assumed that when I checked later on, our bedroom furniture would be spotless and not in the same place it had been earlier that morning. I had to let the girls off the hook and I informed them of that with a smile. "Whee, we got away with it!" Kara chortled. "Okay daddy, now that you've decided that you're not gonna punish us, why not join us? We've been at it for a while and a nice, fat daddy-dick might just hit the spot. Get out of your clothes and let your favorite daughter give you one her patented, perfect blow jobs!" Kara glared at her older sister and stuck out her tongue. "Hey, no fair leaving me out in the cold, big sister! Besides, what makes you think that you're his favorite daughter? There are four of us, you know!" Kara and her sister love teasing each other, so I knew by now that this was only the playful banter of two loving sisters. "Okay, okay, so I was the first daughter!" Alexa sighed as she playfully threw up her hands in defeat. "Happy now?" "Yep!" By this point, I was down to my skivvies. Of course I was going to join them. I know a good idea when I hear one. I'm sure that some of you are wondering by now why I wasn't freaked out by catching my daughters having sex. It wasn't the first time and it won't be the last. I have a very unique -- but happy -- relationship with my girls and with their mom. To help you understand the extent of it, I need to go back about 15 years. I was not a lucky man in a lot of ways. Ever since high school, I've had issues with women. Unlucky in love, that was me. Most of the relationships I had fizzled out or went down in spectacular flames. I also had not achieved much success in life. I had worked a series of dead-end jobs that helped pay the bills, but only just. I lived in a cramped apartment that I could barely afford. All of this hardly made me a chick magnet, as I am sure you can understand. I had only a few things working in my favor. One was my physical appearance. I decided when I past 30 that I was going to lose weight and take care of myself. It took 18 months, but the end result was a 6'2" guy who tipped the scales at 225 pounds, most of it muscle. My other and my strongest asset was my mind -- I had always possessed a good imagination and I'd always wanted to write. As my social life was nothing to write about, I decided to spend a goodly portion of the time I wasn't scraping out a living to write. I managed to get a few short stories published and even got a few encouraging pieces of fan mail. If you think you know where I'm going with all of this, stop right now. You are likely mistaken. What happened next was not something I could have foreseen. I often spent a portion of the extra dollars I earned from writing on lottery tickets. Now you might know where I'm going. Yes, I won the lottery -- and I hit it big. Not as much as a huge Hollywood star might have, but a lot of money -- and here, lottery winnings aren't taxable. Here's the second curve ball. Not even one week after I was picking up my lottery winnings, my third -- fourth -- fifth? -- attempt at selling a novel -- sold. A new publisher had read the manuscript, liked it and had decided to make my meagre effort their first published novel. In less than one year, I had sold a few million copies. The apartment gave way to a sprawling home with a pool and a servant or two to tidy up, while I began working on another book -- or two. I didn't want to rest on my laurels and even though I had enough money to live large for the rest of my life, I had discovered that I loved writing. I also felt I owed my readers some more material, because even if I had not won the money, I'd still have achieved my dream. As they tell you when you win money, people are going to come out of the woodwork. I didn't expect my luck to be any different -- and it wasn't. However, in my case, it proved to be a nice little piece of serendipity. You see, the very first person who came a-callin' was someone I wanted to hear from. She was the one that got away. I hoped that this might prove to be a golden opportunity. It wasn't, at least not at first. Stay with me, all right? My parting with Sarah Shannon had been -- less than amicable. I didn't know it at the time, but she had serious issues and I caught all of the flak. Because I was blindly in love with this woman, I was oblivious to all of her flaws until it was almost too late. In my collegiate years, as some young men and women are wont to do, I partied. I drank a bit too much and I partook of substances I should not have. I wanted the full college experience, although I always erred on the side of caution. I never once drove under the influence -- of anything. Blinded by a bit too much alcohol and too little sleep, I didn't see that the same could not be said of my girlfriend. Sarah overdid it and it became her lifestyle. She didn't graduate college and when I finally saw how fucked up she was, I had my own problems to deal with. I had to either let her go or be dragged into the mess myself. I am sure the smarter of you can understand what I did and why I did it. Cutting Sarah loose was the hardest decision I ever made. She was the love of my life, I had been contemplating asking her to marry me, or, at the very least, move in to a shared apartment. I had been totally oblivious to the train wreck she had become. When I did cut her loose, I did something Sarah herself might have understood. I got blind, stinking drunk and remained so for the better part of a week. Then I started my new life, eliminating most foreign substances and working hard to achieve whatever kind of life I could eke out, When Sarah's call reached me, I felt my heart pounding a mile a minute. Whatever she needed, I now had the money to help her and I would. If that was what she was calling about, because it had been several years since I had last seen her. She could have been better or she could have emerged from that train wreck a mangled, damaged human being. It was somewhere in the middle, as it turned out. There was a tremor in her voice and she sounded a bit shaky when she first spoke. What she didn't sound like -- was high. "It's good to talk to you, Brad, very good," Sarah's voice said to me. "Please, let me apologize for everything I did back then, anything that hurt you. I -- wasn't myself for a long time, but I'm working on it." Not knowing what she wanted, I had to play aloof while remaining cordial. "That's -- good to hear, Sarah," I intoned. "You're too -- special a person to not take the good things that life is offering you," I said. I was trying to remain calm, as much as this was killing me. I have always known that I never got over her, and I likely never would. "Thank you, although that is a lesson I'll likely be learning for several years to come," Sarah said softly. I could almost hear a slight smile. "I'm sober now, a month, and I'm entering rehab -- I start next week." "Good." "I have a favor to ask -- a huge favor and if you say no, I won't bother you anymore," Sarah said. If she was on the level, I would have given her the moon. "After we broke up in college, I made a lot of mistakes. The one mistake I didn't make -- I didn't give up my daughter," she confessed. I had no idea that Sarah had a child. "She's almost 5 and a very bright, loving girl," she continued. "I want her to have the best, but you know my family." I did and I can't say I thought much of her self-centered relatives. "If I go to rehab, they'll take her or it's foster care. I don't care much for the outcome of either." I could understand that. Sarah lacked stability in her life and she wanted it for her daughter. "Brad, I know that you're doing well now. Would you possibly consider taking care of my little girl until I complete rehab and get back on my feet?" She asked me. I knew that I would help because I had the resources. Don't judge me for how I answered Sarah's request. I was trying to think clearly and not as a man still in love with a woman who had caused him a lot of pain. "I'll do it, but only under one condition," I said, trying not to let Sarah hear my voice tremble. "I become her legal guardian -- you have to surrender parental rights. That way, if something happens, you can't change your mind or god forbid, if anything worse happens, your daughter will always have a father." Sarah's response was the minute I began to hope that she was not too far gone. "Yes," she choked up and I could hear the tears in her voice. "Yes, I'd be willing to do that to insure that Alexa has a better life." So, that was how my daughter Alexa came to live with me some fifteen years ago. A few days later, Sarah arrived at my new home with Alexa in tow. It was hard to see Sarah in her condition, she looked rough, but I could still see flickers, minute traces, of the woman I had been in love with. With all of my heart, I hoped she could come through the other end of this horrific nightmare she had been living. What I had not counted on was becoming an instant parent. One look at the lovely blonde cherub who would soon become my daughter and I fell instantly in love. She had the most lovely blue eyes, a resemblance to her mom that worked in her favor and a beautiful smile that was infectious. For some reason, when Sarah explained to Alexa that I was now her daddy, she didn't question it. She just flashed me one of those smiles and gave me a welcoming hug. I was determined to do right by my now-daughter from the instant that I signed all of the legal documents. It proved to be the wisest decision I ever made. Alexa was a ray of sunshine and it even helped me reconnect more with my own family. My mother had despaired that I would never marry or have children. She knew the huge torch I was carrying for Sarah and she loved Alexa on the spot. "Grammy" spoiled my little girl rotten -- and she still does. I had the money that I could raise my daughter right and give her anything that she needed -- save for one thing. As much time as she needed, that I could not supply her with. I now had money, from two fronts. Once you inherit or win money, much of your time is not your own. My book was starting to do well and my publishers were very much interested in a second book. They wanted me to do a tour to promote the first one. I knew that if I wanted to make all of this work out, I needed to heed their advice. Alexa was in school and making lots of friends. I didn't want to rock the boat by pulling her from school and away from all of her extra-curricular activities. Some men would have had to make tough choices. Luckily for the two of us, I didn't have to make such a choice. I had money now and money can solve a whole lot of problems. I did something smart -- I asked around with some of the other parents at Alexa's school and got references for a nanny agency. I wanted someone responsible and caring to care for Alexa when I could not be there. I did get one little eye-opener when I went to the Domestic Agency. I was met by a receptionist who looked as if she could have posed for Penthouse. A long-legged, redheaded stunner named Jayme, who listened carefully as I explained -- or tried to, distracted by her swinging, high-heeled long legs -- what I required. Honestly, I wondered if this place might just be a front for an escort service or if they only worked with bachelor fathers and single dads. Every girl I looked at was beautiful and sexy. I did see that each woman came with impeccable references and tried to make a selection. I supposed that there was nothing at all wrong with a single father hiring someone attractive to watch over his child. Why not enjoy a bit of eye candy for what I was willing to pay whatever young woman I hired? I finally decided to hire an attractive black woman named Shay. She had worked with children all through school and university and held a degree in ECE. Was I at all influenced by the fact that she was sexy, petite and in her video, had the cutest French accent? What do you think? Regardless of why I chose her, she fit in like she had lived with us for years. She bonded with Alexa almost immediately and my daughter hung on her every word. Shay could get my tenacious little girl to do things that even I or my mom could not. Alexa would even eat vegetables for her. Of course, there might be a reason for my daughter's reluctance to eat them, as her daddy hates a lot of veggies -- especially beans and Brussel sprouts. It did not escape my attention that Shay seemed to have a small thing for her new employer. I wouldn't have made any untoward moves on the younger woman, because I wouldn't have wanted to jeopardize Shay's relationship with my almost-6 year old. However, that decision was soon taken completely out of my hands. One night, around 10 PM, I was actually relaxing in my bedroom. I had completed the latest chapter of my second novel and as it was summer, there was nothing exciting to watch on television. I thought I might watch a movie or do some light reading although neither of those things happened. Instead of any of that, Shay appeared at my door. Posing at my door, she wore a lovely black and white lingerie ensemble and high bedroom slippers. I did not do the obvious and make some kind of flippant remark about why she was there. I rather thought that was obvious, so I simply smiled and nodded. She had also brought a bottle of wine and two large goblets. "I've been trying to attract your attention for several months, now," she informed me as she perched on the edge of my bed. "At first, I thought you might be celibate or gay, but I've seen you checking me out when I've worn something slightly provocative, so I know it isn't the latter. Aren't you at all interested?" I had been celibate for several years now, working on my career and then, focusing all my spare time on Alexa. I responded with a simple answer by kissing her lips softly. Oh yeah, as I had expected, the girl could kiss. Her reply was more passionate and we just made out for a few minutes before I came to my senses and broke our almost-torrid embrace. "Alexa ..." "... could sleep through a tsunami," Shay chuckled lightly. "You deserve to have some fun and so do I. What good is having all of this money and success if you don't live a little?" She poured us each a glass of wine which we drank, a delicious prelude to something that would prove to be even more delicious. After finishing our drinks, we might have been light-headed, but only barely. My dusky seductress had the wherewithal to do a nice little strip and enhance the mood. After that, Shay proved that I had seen only the smallest amount of her talents. For example, she proved to be a world-class fellatrix -- that's cocksucker, for the laymen / laywomen out in the audience. "I love cock," Shay purred as she moved up and down on my shaft, making a rather noisy, yet sexy, display of her talents. "Of course, working and living here, I haven't had any for a while, so I'm glad I finally got up the nerve to do this. I sort-of figured you might have a nice, big cock!" "Oh?" "Yeah, there have been some -- indications -- that you were rather well put together," she giggled as she came up for air. I knew what she meant by that. Despite my own best intentions, there were a few of Shay's outfits that leaned towards the "fantasy inspiring" side. I let her have fun with my cock for a while longer and then I spun her around. Her meticulously-trimmed pussy beckoned and I went after it like a man who had -- well, I actually had -- done without for years. I'm almost surprised that we didn't wake Alex, although she wouldn't have understood the yelps and squeals that Shay was making. It had been a while, so I was pleased that I obviously remembered how to make a woman cum with my tongue and fingers. "Oh baby, are you going to sleep well tonight!" Shay gasped as she struggled to regain her breath. She mounted my cock and raked her nails on my chest. "Let's turn up the heat boss; it's a bit too cold in here!" She hissed through clenched teeth. Shay was the kind of lover a guy like me needed after a long hiatus. She wasn't afraid to voice her enthusiasm, she used all the right words and she let loose on me. My cock was in a snug, tight pussy and she used it to wrest a lot of cum from my balls. Even when I wasn't sure how much more of this sexy black bitch I could take, she still didn't let up. She moved up and down on my cock, she rolled her hips; she thrust herself against me and fucked me until I was exhausted. It was actually a bit cute how we finished. In a way, she reverted to being an employee again and helped me tidy up before checking in on Alexa. There is a lot more I could tell about my affair with Shay and that is perhaps for another time. You know that I am Alexa's lover now and that she has a sister. Here's how the latter came about. One of Alexa's closest friends in grade school was a petite little thing named Kara. They never went to Kara's home and always played here. As a dad, there was something that troubled me about that. I asked Alexa but managed to get very little out of her, only that Kara's parents were "sad". I discussed this with Shay, who was able to pry more information out of my daughter than I ever could. Kara's parents weren't sad; they were falling-down drunks. Worse yet, they were just her foster parents and they barely acknowledged her comings and goings. I knew how much happiness Alexa had brought to my life. I knew how happy she was in the company of her little friend. I didn't even have to think about what I was about to do. I only had one hurdle, that was Shay and she almost cried when I told her what I was thinking. Five Women and One Lucky Guy "Alexa baby, you love your friend Kara, don't you?" I approached my daughter on little cat's feet, knowing well how children can react badly to perceived changes. She smiled and nodded, her face beaming. "Yes daddy, she's, like, my best friend, EVER!" She said to me and then, corrected herself. "Cepting you and Shay, of course!" "You know that she isn't happy where she is living, don't you?" Alexa nodded although she glared at Shay. Evidently, she hadn't wanted me to know the extent of her friend's unhappiness. "Well, yeah daddy, but that's because her parents are stinky!" Alexa informed me. I had to keep from laughing at her childish choice of words, although they likely were more succinct than she knew. "Well, maybe we can do something about that, what do you think?" I continued. "Oh yeah daddy, that'd be neat!" Alexa chimed up as she looked me directly in the eyes. "Like what?" "Well, you know that Kara's parents aren't her real parents, right?" My daughter nodded, wondering just where I was going with this. "I was thinking that maybe, your friend needs to have a real daddy, like you have. If you thought it was something you might like, I would be willing to bring her here and adopt her, just like I did with you!" You'd be surprised at how strong a little girl can be when she is really, really excited about something. Alexa nearly knocked me down; she was hugging me so hard and crying. "Oh daddy, daddy, that'd be so cool!" She said. Then her big blue eyes went wide with further delight. "Daddy, if you 'dopt Kara, would that make her my real sister?!" When I informed her that it would, the tears started up again and she could barely speak. I looked over at Shay and wasn't sure who was crying harder, her or my daughter. It took a bit of legal wrangling, but a few months passed and Kara came to live with us. She asked in a timid little voice if she could call me "daddy" now. It seemed like an odd question until I learned a few weeks later that she had never known her real father and the foster parents weren't exactly loving and supportive. From that day forward, you never saw one of my girls without the other in tow. Alexa and Kara were joined at the hip. In school, they refused to be separated. They tried, in the 5th Grade and both of my girls threw temper tantrums that got me called in for a parent-teacher conference. When I asked in a straightforward manner why the school felt the need to split up such two loving sisters, I got blank stares and lame excuses. I left with my girls returned to sharing a classroom and two little girls who looked at their daddy as if he was a big hero. My girls showered me with love and affection and Shay, well she showered with me and kept my libido in check -- partially. Now that I was a success, there were some very tempting offers coming my way. Shay and I were just fuck-buddies, so yes; I succumbed when I felt so inclined. I had more free time now that my girls were becoming independent young teenagers. Despite all the craziness that was going on in my life, what happened a little over a year ago still took me completely by surprise. I had been away on a book tour for my most recent novel. There was a fire in the last book store where I was supposed to do a signing, so I took the opportunity to come home a day early and take my 3 best girls out to dinner. I thought it would be a nice surprise for my little family. I was the one who got the surprise. I entered my home to find my two young, barely-legal daughters in a torrid embrace. I was so stunned that I can't recall to this day who was on top of whom. I remember that the girls were in really scanty lingerie, stripper heels and making love with such passion that there was no way this was their first time together. A loud scream from, Alexa, I think, shattered the silence. They broke apart and two sets of eyes looked at me for a response. I didn't have one yet, I was still in shock. My next thought was to wonder where the hell Shay was. While the girls no longer needed a nanny, I was away enough that I had kept her on to help run the household -- and as a companion. By now, she was family and I truly would have missed her had she decided to move on. My girls and I were just staring at one another, neither of us saying a word for what seemed like an eternity. Then, as now, it was Kara who addressed the elephant in the room. "Well daddy, now you know," she said without making any attempt to cover her near-naked body. "We would have told you a long time ago, but Alexa didn't want to risk alienating our daddy." With that, the girls gathered up what little covering they had and went upstairs. A few minutes later, Shay came downstairs. "So, now you know about -- them," she said, revealing in one brief sentence the fact that I was the only one who hadn't known. "I suppose the only question to be asked now is what do you intend to do about it?" "Isn't it obvious?" I said without trying to raise my voice to a near-manic scream. "I can't allow that to continue -- it's incest! Shay kissed me on the cheek and shook her head. "Technically, it isn't. They aren't related by blood, only through being adopted by you. No matter what happened -- or happens -- there is no real incest in this household." I looked at Shay and knew the answer to the question before I even asked it. "Have you ...?" She nodded. "Yes, I've been with them -- separately and together and several times. They were both curious about sex with women and once they reached legal age, I said that I'd give them some helpful tips if they promised me not to be careless or promiscuous. Those two adore each other and always have. They were going to do this whether or not I -- let's just say, aided and abetted. They're smart, healthy and I have to admit, gangbusters in bed. I have no regrets and you shouldn't either." I looked at Shay and said "I have no idea what you're talking about." I didn't when I said that and then, with a cold shock of reality hitting me in the face, I did. "NOT going to happen," I said to her and this time, I'm pretty sure I did raise my voice. "It's different for you, but they are my daughters!" "Who are both legal adults and have made it clear that no man is ever going to touch their gorgeous little bodies, save for their own beloved daddy," Shay explained to me. "Face it Brad, you're caught between a rock and a hard place. You've dated a lot of young women, face it, you're a bit of a dog. If they weren't related to you, you'd jump at the chance to bed either one of them. Tonight is your lucky night -- everything is out in the open and you can bed both of them!" "But -- I can't!" "You can, daddy!" I looked around to see Alexa, clad in a slinky black negligee, holding her sister-lover's tiny hand. I wanted to say something parental, but damn, Shay had a good point. My girls were both true beauties! "We want this daddy, there is never going to be another man who loves us as much as you do, who has sacrificed as much as you have," Alexa continued, with her sister nodding in agreement. "We, um, sort of know that you're good in bed, daddy," Kara giggled nervously. "Shay isn't exactly quiet in bed and as soon as we were old enough to figure out what was going on ..." I groaned in response as the thing I feared might happen was confirmed. Still, I held firm to my resolve ... ... for all of about 30 seconds as two gorgeous, lingerie clad, barely-legal teen girls swarmed all over me and tackled me to the ground. Shay blew me a kiss and left the room with a chuckle. Alexa was fumbling with my clothes while her gregarious sister was kissing me as often as she could manage. Some might condemn me for it, but I had to give up the fight. I knew my girls would win the battle, so why fight it? I trusted that they had considered all of the repercussions and were ready for whatever came our way. The little imps were virgins, at least to heterosexual -- well, heterosexual three-way -- sex, I knew that much. You would never have known if you weren't reading what I am telling you here and were just observing their performances. The two little hotties worked me over in tandem as if they had years of experience. If Alexa was in one place, her younger sister was another. Not a part of my body went without attention. I wondered how my two seemingly innocent little ones had learned so much, so fast. I would find out the answers to that, but not for a while. "We really, really wanted this, daddy," Alexa sighed happily as her young body hovered over my rock-solid shaft. I would have liked more time with my girls and more foreplay, but with the two of them so eager, patience was not a virtue. "We want you to make love to us at first, but then, fuck us like we're your personal cum-sluts!" "Which we are, daddy," Kara breathed as she and her sister exchanged sexy kisses. "We are both going to be your personal fuck sluts!" I knew that this was wrong and I struggled with that, but as with anything my girls had ever wanted or needed, I found that I could not deny their wants. I looked at Alexa's smiling face beaming down at me and then, the deed was done. With one forceful shove, my little girl impaled herself on my cock. As there didn't appear to be any tearing or signs of blood, I rightly assumed the girls had done the deed themselves or perhaps, with another participant. "It's everything I dreamed it would be," my cock-crazed little blonde groaned as she moved around and up and down on my dick. "Oh Kara, my beautiful lovely sister, I can't wait for you to experience this! I know you'll love it just as much as I do!" Her sister was alongside of us, playing with Alexa's gorgeous tits and openly admiring the two of us having sex. "Well, of course I will, silly baby," Kara said before offering her sister her long and sensual tongue. Once the kiss was done, she added "I'm just as much a fuckable little slut as you are, maybe even more!" "What do you think, daddy lover?" Alexa asked as she ground her slender hips against my midsection. "Did you make the right choice in allowing us to fuck you?" I nodded, overcome with emotion and too confused to speak the thoughts I was voicing. I could see Kara flitting about, participating in any way that she could. It came as a bit of a surprise to me that I didn't feel complete yet, because I had yet to be with Kara in the same way I was with her sister. I grabbed for her and managed to position her over my face, facing her sister. The girls were now able to touch and kiss and caress each other. Here now, we were truly a family. A kinky, perverted family, but a family nonetheless. For the first time, we were fucking as a family. I came to a quick realization that I did not want it to be the last time. While I flashed back to that first time, I let my mind rejoin the present. Kara was now on her knees, giving me one of her A-Plus, sloppy blowjobs. Alexa was eating her sister's cunt and I knew that likely, the couch would require a good cleaning when we finished. "You couldn't have waited another hour until I finished with the upstairs bedrooms and my shower?" Sarah mock-scolded our girls with a tell-tale grin. The girls and I knew that she wasn't too upset, because she was already slipping out of her bathrobe and preparing to join our loving little family.