25 comments/ 156050 views/ 128 favorites Tastes Like Candy Ch. 01 By: TheTalkMan (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) (Marcus) My life was perfect. Some see turning 40 as the beginning of the end, but I saw it as a new beginning. My name is Marcus and I couldn't have been happier about where I was in life. Married to my lovely wife, Linda, for almost 18 years now. And I had a good house, great friends and a good job. My cup was full. My marriage was still going strong. We had had our rough patches in the past, but we had settled into our groove. She was an interior decorator, and the group she worked with had really grown over the years and gained a strong reputation. She started out decorating homes, but now she helped new businesses set up stuff and create a warm inviting atmosphere. We lived in a fairly rich area of the state, new businesses were always going up, so she was kept busy. Her job complimented mine well. I was always good with my hands, so I got pretty good at woodworking. I knew my way around a shop with the best of them. After I graduated college, I got hired at a wood shop at a nearby school. Me and Linda moved around a few times, but we settled at where we're at now, and I found a job at the local school here. On top of teaching the students the finer points of the shop, I was an assistant coach on the varsity football team. Much like in the shop, I was never loud, never mean, never a dick. I was a coach to these young men, not a taskmaster. The head coach and most others I dealt with were that type of guy, kind of taskmasters, but I could tell the players gravitated towards me more than them. That old saying, you get more flies with honey than vinegar, kind of applies here. I was pretty popular with most of the players, and the students I had tended to feel the same way. But, with that relaxed attitude comes the fact that I had been working the same job for years, with no promotions or added work. Sure, I was happy where I was job-wise, but sometimes, I would have been more than happy to gain a little bit more responsibility within the school. But I wasn't too aggressive about moving up and it wasn't really a big deal that I didn't. I never wanted to be more than this. I just did my job to the best of my ability, and gave these students someone they could like and trust. Spending all day in the shop allowed me to indulge myself. I loved custom woodworking, just creating things out of blank blocks of wood. Most of the furniture in our house was made by me. Dressers, tables, even my marital bed. All built by me. I built some things to sell as well, hoping to supplement our income at shows and stuff like that. I was moderately successful. But as the years went on, coaching ended up taking up more and more of my time, so I had fewer opportunities to create. It had reached the point where I was coach first, shop teacher second. But I loved to coach. I loved to mold these children into good, upstanding adults. Like this one guy on my team, Raymond. He was such a good kid, but he was a shy boy. He would come to me for advice. He was an average looking guy, but he was a lineman so he was a bit husky. But he was a good kid. The son I never had. And he had confided me that he had a crush on one of the cheerleaders, Becky. She was a good girl, a bit preppy, and way out of his league. He asked my advice, and I gave him the best wisdom I could. About dating and girls. And I was happy to say Raymond had worked up the courage to ask Becky out and they were going to prom together. Things like this left me fulfilled, being a father figure to these young men. And that wasn't the only time I helped mold one of my students into strong adults. I was happy. With my wife being a decorator, and me a woodworker, you could imagine that our house was the shit. And it was. Two stories, awesome furniture (if I do say so myself), interesting decor, it was great. But there was one thing missing. One hole in our house that would never be filled. I still remember that day when I heard the news. Me and Linda had been having trouble conceiving, as we had been pretty hot and heavy during the first year of our marriage. We went to the doctor where we found out the truth. Linda would never be able to conceive. She could never give me what we both wanted. Children. I cried, we both cried, it was the darkest point in our marriage. We fought, we screamed, we cried. I was forced to confront things, confront my marriage. I loved Linda obviously. She was beautiful, clearly. Not overly striking, but the type of beauty that sticks in you, that keeps making you think about her. My first thought was that she was a bit of a hippie, with her dressing in weird clothing, and also that she was kinda of a bit kooky. But she was far from a hippie. Hippies are laid back, you know, calm. Linda was not. She was tough. She was demanding. Her very unique sort of fashion was misleading, a facade, hiding her hard as nails interior. The only thing I could think of was what she was like if you got past her hard exterior. It had to be a smokescreen. There had to be a soft side to her. I became obsessed with her, obsessed with that soft side that she must have. I had never met a girl like her. And I was the jock, the all-American guy. But Linda just grabbed my attention. I was fascinated by her, by her uniqueness, and this grew into love. Our early relationship had been a bit volatile, as she was very passionate, and there was some friction that developed. I tried to get her to grow up a bit, stop being such a wild child, and she wanted me to loosen up. We had had some fights, horrible fights, about our different lifestyles. But we eventually pushed through it, and married soon after graduating. She had grown into a great, professional woman, but she still had her uniqueness. She was silly, she had funky tastes in things and she was so fun. And I had loosened up a bit. We both got what we wanted. That made the news we got devastating. I always wanted kids. I loved kids. But she could not provide them for me. I had thoughts, dark thoughts, wondering if I should stay with her if she could not provide me with children. I was an only child, and my name would die with me if I did not have children. I wanted to live on. I wanted someone to carry my genes and my family's history once I was gone. Me and Linda talked for a long time confronting this fact. A lot of fights, a lot of tears, but we had pushed through it. I finally came to a realization: if I had to choose between having kids, or having her, I would choose her. I would rather share my life with Linda than with anyone else. I had made my choice. I accepted I would never have children. It still gnawed at me, I would admit. It came up in my head every so often and when it did it felt like there was a pit in my stomach. I would bury those thoughts, accepting the choice I made. We never adopted or anything like that. I had nothing against it but I felt like I wouldn't be able to look past the point that they were not mine. Maybe that makes me a jerk, but it was the truth. However there were some blessings to not having children. We didn't have to put money away for them. All our earnings could be used for ourselves. We lived humbly for a few years, saving money. Our dream was for us to retire early, travel the world, and live our lives totally together. We worked hard and saved up and we were getting close to our goal. One other pro to not having to worry about kids was to not worry about birth control. No pills for her. No condoms for me. I hadn't used a condom since college. So our sex life was good. She always kept me satisfied, and she was willing to try new things. I had stayed in good shape. Being a football coach allowed me access to the weight room, so I stayed pretty fit. And I didn't look like too much of an old man yet. Sure, I had a little gray, but Linda assured me I looked distinguished. I had a few wrinkles, but I would say I was still a good looking guy. So life was good. Our marriage was good. Our home was good. Our jobs were good. We had money. My life was perfect. Then the doorbell rang. *********** It had been a normal day, like any other. Me and Linda had gotten home from work and we were discussing our day as we were starting dinner. Linda usually had more excitement than I did, as she traveled around town to different places and establishments. She had even met a few celebrities. So, I usually let her talk about her day and usually didn't give many stories in return. Hey my days are usually pretty boring anyway, and her stories were usually more interesting than mine, and I enjoyed living vicariously through her. "So, this place is huge. Just totally open floor space. Just a big canvas for me. I can't wait to get to work in it." Linda said with a smile. "It sounds great." I said. I marveled at how far my wife had come. When she was in College she was so cynical, such a downer. But I had seen that spark in her. The spark that said there was more to her tough exterior. Through our marriage, our trials and tribulations, she had grown so much. The Linda I knew in College would never have gotten this excited over anything. She would never smile this wide. I took some pride that I was able to bring this side out of her. That was when we heard the doorbell. We glanced at each other in confusion. We didn't get many visitors so I had no idea who it could be. Probably a solicitor or someone from the church. I put down the wooden spoon, brushed off my hands and made my way to the front door, opening it up. I was surprised to see a girl at my doorstep. As soon as I opened the door she looked straight up at me, taking me in. She didn't say a word for a bit, she just stared. I took her in for a moment. At first, I thought she was one of the students from the high school, but I didn't recognize her. And she was the type you would not forget. She was stunning. Her face was gorgeous, with expressive, blue eyes, full lips, and smooth, tan skin. Her hair was black, cascading from her head, full and lustrous, falling past her shoulders. She was a petite girl, probably a head shorter than my six foot frame. And, uh, I don't want to come across like a dirty old man, but this girl had enormous breasts, straining the fabric of her pink blouse. They were just huge, and she clearly knew it, as the blouse was spread to show a hint of her cavernous cleavage. Those suckers were practically the size of watermelons it seemed like, especially in relation with her otherwise lithe frame. I looked past her boobs, to see her wearing a tight pair of jeans, leading down her legs to the pair of sneakers on her feet. I met her eyes again, and hers looked to be tearing up. Her look almost broke my heart. Breaking the silence, I spoke up. "Can I help you?" I asked, confused but willing to help. She smiled cutely, trying to stop herself from crying. I felt like I knew her, or at least I should know her. I felt some weird immediate bond with her. "Are you, uh, Marcus Edwards?" she asked nervously. "Yes. Why do you ask?" I asked. She smiled wide and wiped her eyes. "Uh, it's just..." she stammered. I smiled, trying to ease her along. The next thing she said changed my life. "My name is Brandy. I'm your daughter." *********** My mind went numb. I didn't have a daughter. How could this be? Could it be true? Did I have child after all this time? My mind burned for answers. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm 18." she said, looking overcome with emotion, a big smile on her face. "It's not possible. I was with Linda at that point." I said. Her smiled dimmed a bit, but she would not let up. "My mom is, uh, Regina Slater." Brandy said. Regina Slater. That name did sound familiar. I searched my memories, trying to remember. Then, like a vision, there she was. Regina Slater. I remembered her now. And I remembered our last meeting. Regina was one of those people that you hear about but don't know. I knew of her in College. When guys compared notes of the girls they had banged, she was on most of those lists. I had never met her, but she didn't really seem my type. Besides, I had been with Linda since freshman year, so I wasn't looking for any action. Like I said before, my relationship with Linda had been volatile. Passionate. So we fought quite a bit. When I met Regina, it was near the end of my senior year. I was engaged to Linda at the time. We had a huge fight about our plans after school. She was stubborn, as was I. And she gave me an ultimatum. Support her, or leave her. I didn't respond immediately, so she stormed out, slamming her engagement ring on the counter. At that point, in my view, we had broken up. A week passed and I had not heard a word from Linda. I went to the bar to drown my sorrows. And that's where I met Regina for the first time. She joined me at the bar, and I was too drunk to turn her away. She was gorgeous, but clearly a skank. Her top was indecent, letting her big boobs pour out. She wore a tiny skirt, leaving no doubt what kind of girl she was. I knew what she was after, but I was sad and I needed to pour my heart out to someone. I told her my story, and she kept feeding me drinks until she insisted she take me back home. I knew what would happen, but I needed something. Some sort of comfort. Regina dropped me onto my bed and helped slip off my clothes. I was in a daze, so I didn't fight back when Regina joined me on the bed. Her clothes were gone, and I tried to stop her, but then she pushed her tits in my face and I... got lost in the pleasure. She straddled me, and I told her I didn't have a condom. She told me not to worry, as she eased herself onto me. The night was a blur of skin, boobs, and sweat, most of the memories erased by the alcohol. I woke up with a nasty hangover and this slut in my bed. She knew the routine and she slipped out, no phone number left behind, no illusions this was anything more than a one night stand. Linda called later that day, apologetic. I felt so guilty, so I accepted her terms from our fight, eager for her to take me back. We moved a few states away for her job and we married soon after. Living happily ever after, that night of passion I spent with a slut stayed buried in the past. Until now. I looked at Brandy, and she looked up hopefully, not wanting me to turn her away. Despite my better judgment, I glanced at her chest, and definitely noticed the resemblance to her mother. "Um, I guess it might be possible." I told her. This caused her smile to brighten. "What's going on?" Linda asked, emerging next to me. "Uh," I said with a nervous smile, "It's a long story." ********** "You had sex with Regina Slater?" Linda asked in disbelief. We had gone inside. Brandy was in the living room, sipping on a can of soda. "I'm not proud of it. We were broken up. I was drunk. It was a mistake." I stammered. I had to come clean about everything. About Regina. "I was young. I was stupid. I knew I had made a mistake. It was meaningless, emotionless sex. It made me realize how important what I had with you had been." Linda thought for a few agonizing moments. "It's okay. I was a bit tough to be with at that time. I made you think we had broken up. I wanted to hurt you. I broke your heart. I can understand why you did it. But just... after a week? Seriously?" Linda asked. "I was drunk. I am not proud of it." I said, holding her hand. "It might be the biggest mistake I ever made. If I hurt you, I apologize from the bottom of my heart." I whispered, making sure Brandy did not hear. "Listen, Marcus. I am not going to let a mistake you made 18 years ago affect our marriage now. I made lots of mistakes back then, mistakes I regret. And you took me back. You have given me 18 amazing years. Am I happy about this? No. But let's just deal with this. This is huge news." Linda said. I teared up, happy with her understanding, happy my marriage wasn't crumbling. I hugged her and kissed her softly. "But," she started, "I have to bring this up... Regina was the biggest whore in school. How can we know that she's yours?" I nodded in agreement. "What does she want?" she added. "I'm guessing she's looking for a place to stay." I said, remembering her crappy red car packed with boxes on the street in front of our house. "I'm sorry, I'm not going to just let some girl off the street stay in our house if we don't know for sure if she's yours." Linda said. It was harsh, but logical. I nodded to the living room. We worked out a plan and we walked out together, joining Brandy in the living room. We sat across from her as she looked at us, hopeful. "I'm sorry if I, like, caused you guys' problems. That's not what I came here for." Brandy said, apologetic. "It's okay." I said with a smile. "What are you looking for, Brandy?" Linda asked. "I've been looking for my father for years. Mom would never say, but I eventually found out. I don't want money or anything. I just want to get to know you." Brandy pleaded. "Is that all?" Linda asked. "Uh," she laughed, "It's just... my mom's a bitch. She kicked me out the door once I turned 18. I stayed with some friends for awhile but that didn't last. Mom, uh, would rather have her boyfriend around the house than me." she added, tearing up. "I'm so sorry." I said "Brandy, I feel bad for you, but if you look at this from our shoes you might understand what I'm about to say. We don't know for sure if you are actually Marcus's daughter. So, we can't let you stay here. We can have, like, a DNA test tomorrow morning, but until we know for sure, we can't make any decisions. And, we can't have you stay here." Linda said. Brandy nodded, sadly, but understanding. "We can pay for a hotel room." I added. "We are not turning you away. We just want to know for sure." "Okay. It's okay." Brandy said, as if she were used to not being believed. My heart went out to her. I offered to have her follow me towards the nearest hotel and she accepted. Linda rode with me, as we led Brandy in her car to a hotel. I paid for the room and I helped Brandy carry her bags to her room. I set her stuff down and then worked out the plan. "Alright, I can pick you up early, around seven. We can get in and out of the clinic fast. Then, maybe we can get breakfast tomorrow." I offered. "Sounds good." Brandy said. I leaned in and gave her an awkward hug. She pulled away, I started to head out. "See you tomorrow, Brandy." I told her, walking out the door. And as the door shut, she replied. "See you tomorrow, Dad." ********** (Linda) I made the right call, right? I mean, I didn't want to ruin my husband's moment, and be the bitch I used to be. I couldn't help but think logically. I had always been logical. Analytical. Clinical. And the logical side of me had my alarm bells ringing. Any woman would react the same way. When a little hottie, with her... big tits, her low cut shirt, her gorgeous face, her perfectly sculpted ass... and her enormous boobs again... so big... when a girl like that shows up at your door, you don't let her in immediately. You are skeptical of her. You question her story. Her motives. Maybe she had spied on us. Maybe she was trying to con us, charm us, get into our home, a happy couples' home, and rob us blind. Or kill us! Okay, maybe I was jumping to conclusions. I had to calm down. Breathe. Remember my breathing exercises. Maybe she was telling the truth. She didn't look smart enough to lie so easily. Even though some girls can do it on command her tears seemed genuine. She didn't seem talented enough to act this well. So maybe it was the truth. Maybe she was Marcus's daughter. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 01 But I didn't want to really think about it anymore unless I knew the truth. Until I knew the truth, I wouldn't make any judgments. I kinda hoped she was lying. That she wasn't my husband's daughter. Cause, I didn't want to think of my husband having a child without me. ********** (Marcus) I called off from work, having to take care of this whole 'daughter' business. I hadn't slept at all. Me and Linda had been up late, talking about this situation. I could tell Linda wasn't happy about this, but she wasn't mad at me. Just the situation. Part of me was hopeful. Part of me wanted this. I always wanted a daughter. And if she was the real deal, if she was my daughter, I would be so happy. It wasn't the way I wanted it to happen, but it might have happened none the less. And I was happy at the idea. I would love to have a daughter in my home. I picked up Brandy early the next morning, and both of us were pretty groggy, clearly neither of us morning people. We didn't say a whole lot through the appointment. I mean, what do you say to your long lost daughter? What could she say to her long lost father? The appointment went fast, a few swabs on the inside of our cheeks. They said they are usually pretty fast, and they could get us the results by Monday (It was Friday today). By the time I pulled up to the breakfast place we were both starting to wake up. And as we sat at the booth, as I sat across from my prospective daughter, as we both sipped coffee, we finally began to speak. "I thought people your age aren't supposed to drink coffee. It could mess up your development." I told her. "All these life lessons I missed out on." she said with a laugh, causing me to laugh. "Besides, I think my development went just fine." she muttered, sticking her well developed chest out. I said nothing. "So, you're out of school, right? What do you want to do with your life, Brandy?" I asked. "Well, I was never much of a 'school' girl. I don't know what I want to do with my life. The only thing I want to do right now is find my father." Brandy replied. "I wished Regina had contacted me. If... I am your father... I wished I had played more of a part of your life." I told her. "We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other." Brandy said. "Besides, it's not your fault. It's Mom's. Like I said, Mom's a bitch. You're lucky you didn't get saddled with her. You're lucky you didn't have to deal with her." "But still, I'm sorry." I told her. We chatted for awhile, caught up with each other. I explained my job, and Linda, and everything about my life to her. And she did the same. She seemed like a sweet girl who had had a rough upbringing. Her mom had various men, all of them douche bags. I wished I had been there. To give her a man she could trust in her life. Maybe she could have had it better. We definitely had a rapport with each other. A good give and take. An immediate bond. Part of me felt like I knew the results of the DNA test already. Part of me felt like this girl was my daughter. But I couldn't let myself get too excited. We parted for the day. I told her about stuff in town that she could do until we got the DNA results. I told her we would meet on Monday once the results are in. We parted from there, both anxious for the results. ********** I had been nervous all weekend. The only thing I had on my mind was Brandy. My possible daughter. Finally Monday came, and early in the day the phone call came. The results were in. I called up Brandy, picked her up, and drove her to the clinic. We waited impatiently for the doctor to meet with us. We waited in his office, me tapping my foot, and Brandy clicking her nails on the chair. Finally, the doctor emerged, file in hand. He sat down, us both watching him, and he read the results. "We have gone over the results, examining the DNA markers of you both, and there is no doubt about it. Marcus, Brandy here is your daughter." I couldn't believe it. I could not believe it. I had a daughter. I had a child. I had someone on Earth that I helped create. My eyes teared up. I felt Brandy's hand snake into mine, gripping my palm firmly. I looked over at her. She was in tears too. I was so happy. "Thank you doctor." I said. He left the room, leaving us together. We stood and left the clinic. I put my arm around Brandy's shoulders. Around my daughter's shoulders. I was a father! Unbelievable. I never thought it would happen, but suddenly, here it was. I had a child. But part of me was disappointed. Part of the deal with having a child was being there for those special moments. The scraped knees. The birthdays. The good and the bad. But I missed all of that. I vowed to make up for it. I vowed to be a good Dad. ********** "Well, I got the results." I said into my cell, driving back home. "And?" Linda asked, desperately curious. "Linda, you are now a stepmother. I am the father." I said with a laugh. "Unbelievable." she said happily. "How do you feel?" "Uh, yeah. I am really happy." I said, barely containing my joy. "I'm happy too." Linda said. "Where's Brandy?" "She's in her car, following me. I'm bringing her home." *********** "So, Brandy, this room will be yours." I told her, leading her into the guest room. Me and Linda had discussed where we would put Brandy up if she were my daughter, and this was the spot. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Brandy said with a nod, setting a bag down. "Biggest room I've ever had." "This is gonna be so weird. Having someone else around this house." I said. "Ha, well, I'm a weird kinda girl." she said. "You gonna help bring in the rest of my stuff, Daddio?" she asked. "Absolutely, daughter dearest." I said with a laugh. It took about a half-hour to completely unload her car and get all the boxes. I had worked up a bit of a sweat, as had she. "So do you need help emptying them?" I asked. "Nah, I got it." she said with a smile. "Wouldn't want you to stumble on a box of my... delicates." she added with a laugh, causing me to do the same. "One thing I do want to ask." I started, about to ask something I had been thinking long and hard about, "Can I have your mom's number?" "Why?" she asked, looking at me funny. "Well, I want to talk to her about a few things. Let her know you're okay." I said. She didn't look crazy about this. "Okay." she relented. She wrote down the number and handed it over. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble." I told her, leaving the room, leaving her to her own devices. I went to the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing Regina's number. I was nervous, having to call this woman I hooked up with in college. The woman who had had my baby. The phone rang a few times before a female voice replied. "Hello?" "Hi, is this, uh, Regina?" I asked. "Yes. Who's this?" she said. "Regina, this is Marcus Edwards." I replied. There was a long pause. "Did Brandy find you?" she asked. "Yes, she's here now. I just wanted you to know." I told her. "That's good." she said. "Why didn't you tell me about her?" I asked. "I had no way to find you. We didn't have Facebook back then. By the time I could have tracked you down we had our own life... as did you." Regina said. "You still should have told me." I said. "Yeah, maybe so." she said. "Uh, so how are you?" I asked. "I'm good. You?" she asked. "I'm good. I'm, uh, happy." I said. It was an extremely awkward conversation. "This is really weird." Regina said. "Yeah, tell me about it." I said. "Yeah. I mean, what do you say to the man you had a kid with?" "I know what you mean." I said. "It's funny, this is the only sober conversation we've ever had." she said. "You have any other kids?" I asked. "No. Trust me, Brandy was more than a handful. I didn't need any others with her around." Regina said. "Is there anything I should know about her?" I asked. "She might act all sweet, but she has a nasty side. She is the type of girl that always wants to get her way. And if she doesn't, she will say and do some terrible things." Regina said. "She outgrew that, right?" I asked. "Tigers never change their stripes, darling." Regina said. "Plus, she is absolutely boy crazy. Expect to see an endless parade of losers and burnouts." "She's young." I said. "Trust me. I know the type. I was the type. She is beyond what I was." Regina said. "Is that why you kicked her out?" I asked. "Not quite. Try living with her. You'll figure it out." Regina said. "Hmm." I said. There was another long pause. "Well, I just wanted to check in, Regina. Let you know Brandy is in good hands." "Okay, sounds good. And if you want to meet up at some point and discuss our child face-to-face, or maybe other things, let me know." Regina purred. "Uh...okay." I said. "Bye." "Goodbye Marcus." Regina said. I processed what she had told me. She said Brandy was trouble. Brandy seemed like a sweetheart to me. Then, she claimed Brandy was boy crazy. More than she ever was. And believe me, Regina was a giant whore. So was she saying that Brandy, my daughter, was a bit of a... slut? No, it couldn't be. She seemed like such a sweet girl. Brandy wasn't a whore like her mother. And judging by that last bit of the conversation, Regina had not changed much. I learned as a teacher and as a coach to let myself be the one to evaluate someone, as opposed to hearing about someone second hand. I would pass the final judgment on her. And besides, she was my daughter. She couldn't be so bad, could she? *********** "We don't usually do this, but we thought it would be a good idea to have a family dinner around the table. Me and Linda cooked it up, plus it gave us the chance to get to get to know each other better." I told Brandy as we sat around the dinner table. "You built this table yourself?" Brandy asked, running her hand across the smooth, hard wood. "Oh, yeah. Just about all the furniture in this house I built. The tables. The beds. The dressers." I said proudly. "Wow. The most impressive thing any of my mom's boyfriends ever did was change the oil in my car." Brandy said with a laugh. "What's your mom like?" Linda asked. "A bitch." Brandy said. "She always had some new guy she was doing. She didn't try and hide it. She was always more worried about looking nice than taking care of me." "Oh, I'm sorry." Linda said. "Not your fault." Brandy said. "I was able to get by. She wasn't abusive or anything. She was just... a bitch. Everything I did was wrong if it was up to her. And she had awful taste in men. They would always perv on me. It was gross." "Well, it'll be much different here." I assured. She just smiled. She looked around the room, and then she looked behind her and saw some pictures of me and Linda. On vacation with friends. She stood and looked at them. "Oh, these are so cute." Brandy said. "Is this you guys in College?" "Uh yeah. That was us at graduation." I said. A few weeks after her conception. "You guys were cuties. But I will say, you two look even better now." Brandy said, glancing back at my wife then me. As she did, her shirt lifted on her back, revealing a tattoo on her lower back. "You have a tattoo." Linda commented. "Oh, uh, yeah. I had to be one of the cool kids." Brandy said, lifting the back of her shirt, revealing an ornate design on the small of her back. It looked like some tribal design, the main part on the small of her back, with long dark prongs extending from her lower back towards her hips. "It's tribal. I don't know what it means. And it's not the only one I have." she added, returning to the table, "But it's the only one I can show you." she said with a giggle. I didn't really know how to respond to that, so I just said nothing. "So what are your plans for the future, Brandy?" Linda asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "No idea. I'll do something. I won't be a mooch. I promise." Brandy said. We made conversation for a little while longer. I tried to get a sense of the type of girl my daughter was. She seemed like a sweet girl. If she was as much of a problem as Regina made her out to be I figured I would have seen something by now. But she seemed like a friendly girl who had a rough family life. And I vowed to be the father she never had. She seemed young, sure, and a bit focused on the now as opposed to the future. She had no idea where she wanted to go in life. I hoped to give her some guidance. Turn her into a fine upstanding adult. I went to bed that night happy. I had a child. That hole in my life was now filled. I had left my mark on this planet. I had someone to carry a part of me forward. I had a beautiful wife. A beautiful daughter. A great home. Life was perfect. I was happy. ********** (Linda) I was conflicted. Finding out that my husband had a child created many feelings from within me. I was overjoyed to see my husband so happy. I knew how much he wanted a big family, and it ate away at me that I could not be the one that provided that to him. I felt inadequate as a woman and as a wife. I saw the hurt, the sadness in Marcus when he found out I could not bear him children. But I felt the love afterward. When he held me close. When he cried alongside me. When he gave up his dream to have children just to be with me. Nearly 18 wonderful years together. He was with me through the thick and the thin. The good and the bad. He was there when I got my dream job, and he was also there when my parents died. We had grown up together. When we met in College, we were so young. So immature. I was so childish, and moody, and I would freely admit I was a bitch. But Marcus stuck with me. He saw something in me I didn't see in myself. He brought out the best in me. He was a good husband. A good man. He would be the perfect man to grow old with. And... he would be a good father. That was why I didn't hold a grudge when I found out about Brandy. And that he had sex with Regina in College. Because I didn't deserve a man as good as him. So patient and loyal. And I hurt him. A lot. I couldn't hold a grudge because I created this problem. I had been bitchy. I had been demanding. I took advantage of my husband's good nature. I had driven him away, into the arms of another woman. But he felt bad. He took me back. And now the shoe was on the other foot, so I returned the favor. I took him back. I had moved on. Marcus had made me a better woman. I stopped seeing so bitchy. I calmed down. I straightened up and flew right. And I loved Marcus as much as ever. And he loved me. And even though I couldn't bear children, I didn't let that get me down. I still was in pretty good shape. We had a good sex life. Marcus was always a stud in bed, and I always enjoyed trying to keep up. He had a nice big dick, nice and thick and 10 inches. That was part of the reason I realized I couldn't have kids. Cause I figured, with a dick that big, a dick built to get so deep inside a girl, it was designed to impregnate. And when I didn't get pregnant, I knew something was up. And I knew he found me still attractive because he always wanted some of me. He was always game to get down to business with me. I was still pretty thin, and I had a bit of a big butt. That comes with age. But Marcus liked it very much. And he always loved playing with my petite, B-cup breasts. And I only saw a few wrinkles when I looked in the mirror. My brown hair still looked good, and my face was still pretty. I was happy with how I looked. But having this young girl in my house, my husband's daughter, got me down. My earlier flaws had created this situation. Brandy was the personification of all my failures. She was here because I used to be a bitch. She was here cause I mistreated Marcus. And knowing that my husband had created a child with another woman made me fume with jealously. My husband and some whore had a baby! Having a child is one of the most intimate and important acts two people can do. And my husband had taken a part in this act... with someone else. A girl, who by all accounts was a terrible person, a giant whore. Regina didn't deserve the blessing. She didn't deserve to carry Marcus's child. She didn't deserve to be so fertile. But this slut was able to do something with my true love that I was not. She bore him a child. They were bonded forever. Their genes would live on. Mine would not. I teared up as I slept, right next to my sleeping husband. My peacefully sleeping husband. It was easy for him to be happy. He had a child now. I wanted a child too, but I couldn't. I had never felt so inadequate. I didn't know what to make of Brandy. She was very... coy. I got the impression she was hiding something. Maybe it was what Marcus told me Regina said, but I felt like she was putting up a bit of a front. Like we had yet to meet the real her. She seemed nice. She seemed sweet. Seemed. But I could tell she had a dark side. She had a tramp stamp, and that was a sign that what Regina had said was true. That being a slut ran in the bloodline. That I would have to keep an eye on her. But I didn't want to be too quick to judge. I wanted to give her a chance. But still. I was conflicted. *********** (Brandy) I was horny. I had unpacked my things and arranged my room how I liked it. Now I lied on my bed, all alone. And I could not hide from the fact that I was desperate to cum. It would be hard to grow up alongside a slut like my mom and not inherit some of her characteristics. Sure, she was a bitch, and sure she was not fun to live with, and sure it felt like she had it in for me, but I could admire some aspects of her. That she had maintained her looks. Her body. Those were the things I was happiest to inherit from her. Her striking good looks, and her sizable chest. I honestly think the reason she didn't want me in the house was that she was threatened by me. I was a younger, hotter, bustier version of her. I had taken her admittedly excellent genes, and a healthy scoop of my father's equally excellent genes and become a superior version of my mother. I was younger. I was hotter. I had better hair. Smoother skin. A fuller, rounder ass. Bigger breasts, easily a cup size bigger than hers. So it was no surprise a woman like her felt threatened by me. Mom quickly realized if an old slut like her wanted to be viewed as hot, she needed me out the door. If she didn't want her boyfriends to pay attention to me instead of her, I needed to be gone. I couldn't blame her. If there was someone hotter than me living under the same roof as I, I would want them gone too. But that would never happen, because I had never met anyone hotter than me. I was a whore. I had no shame admitting that. It would be easy to do a self analysis to figure out why. I never had a father figure in my life, so I was desperate to find the company of men. It wasn't my fault I was a slut. It was Mom's, for not letting my dad into my life. It was her fault I lost my virginity at 13. It was her fault I let three seniors on the football team run a train on me my freshman year of high school. It was her fault I was a cock-sucking queen. It was her fault I first took it in the ass when I was 16. It was her fault that I liked it. It was her fault I got gangbanged by three black guys my junior year. It was her fault that I could flirt my way into any bar and club. It was her fault that I wore such tight clothes. It was her fault I wore such low cut shirts. It was her fault I loved showing off my huge, juicy tits. It was her fault I let so many boys taste my sweet pussy. It was her fault that all the boys said that "Brandy tastes like candy". It was her fault that I kinda did. It was her fault I thought it would be hot to tattoo the word candy on my right ass cheek. It was her fault I had I decided to tattoo a bright red lollipop right above my bare pussy. It was her fault I was into older men. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 01 Again, it would be easy to psychoanalyze and say why that was. I never had a dad. I always wanted one. I always wanted a strong, father-like man in my life. Therefore, I was into older men. I got that. I understand. It doesn't change matters. And when Mom saw me flirting with older men, saw me flirting with her pig boyfriends, just for sport, really, she knew I had to go so her men would keep paying attention to her and not me. So I went. And in exchange, Mom told me who my Dad was. I came here with the best intentions. Really. All the emotions I felt were totally genuine. I cried when I saw my Dad for the first time. I felt that instant bond between him and me. I knew he was my father before any test proved it. I wanted to be a good daughter. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted my dad and his wife to think the best of me. I did. But some things are out of your control. Some things are the fault of your genetics. Your nature. Some things happen just because your mother is a huge slut, and the slut gene was clearly a dominant one. It wasn't my fault I was sexually attracted to my father. It wasn't my fault that when I saw my biological father for the first time, my pussy got sopping wet. It wasn't my fault that my father was so-fucking-god-damn hot. It wasn't my fault the slight gray in his hair sent a violent quiver deep through me. Who am I to deny the obvious sexual chemistry we shared? I loved older men! Much older than me, to the point where it was indecent. A lot of my high school friends loved fucking college boys. No, I would much rather bang those college boys' fathers. The ones with those beefy Daddy dicks. The ones that knew how to fuck a girl right. The ones that would cheat on their wives to get at my young, tight pussy. The ones that would want you to call them Daddy when they fucked you. The ones who had those big, full balls that were just so much fun to run your young lips around. The ones who would give you more than a two minute fuck session like most younger guys did. The ones who could make you cum again and again in a marathon fuck session, with such pent up sexual frustration from the lack of sex they got from their old, bland, ugly wives. The ones like my father. He was so fucking hot! He was just my type. Older, but really fit. Those strong, firm arms. Those rough, manly hands. He was really tall, really tan, and so charming. He could charm the pants off any girl. He was the type of guy who was built to have a daughter. He is the type to totally make any daughter a daddy's girl. A little princess. He was destined to have a young, hot daughter. And I was meant to have a handsome, studly father. He would just love me. If he put the moves on me I would totally let him fuck me. I knew how wrong it was but it only made my pussy wetter. My father was so hot. I would let him have me in any way he wanted. Any hole he wanted. Maybe it was because I didn't have a father most of my life. But that didn't matter when all I wanted was my father deep inside me. He was totally into young girls. I could tell. We both felt that bond when we first met. He saw it as a bond between a father and daughter. But I knew the truth. I knew that bond was something more. That our bond was not just one of family. Our bond was more... sexual. There was an attraction there, a bond of sexual compatibility that he probably wasn't ready to admit to. But I would. I wanted to fuck him as soon as I laid eyes on him. And deep down, he wanted to fuck me too, I could tell. And I could also tell his wife did not keep him satisfied. He didn't really want a loose, dusty old lady cunt anyway. He really wanted a nice, tight young pussy to stretch with his fat mature dick. Deep down, that is what all men like him wanted. All these thoughts of daddy/daughter fucking was really getting me hot. I didn't know if I could wait for him to make the moves on me. I mean, he totally would... eventually, but my hot cunt couldn't wait that long. I mean, there is that whole taboo of incest that would slow him down. And that didn't bother me. It probably should, but as soon as I realized how fuckable my new daddy was, the thought really didn't really bother me. I hadn't thought about it before, but now it was the only thing I was thinking about. Like I said, I am a total slut. I am down for just about anything, apparently even incest, especially with a daddy as hot as he was. But he wasn't down for incest... yet. Eventually, my gorgeous face and huge tits would overwhelm him. Sure, after a few years of me parading my huge tits around him, he would eventually want to give them a healthy squeeze. All concerns of incest would eventually be forgotten. But, like I said, I could not wait that long. My pussy needed to get fucked, like, right now! I would have to make him mine. It was the only choice. I would have to be aggressive, grab that fat daddy dick and make it mine. It wouldn't be that simple, obviously. I wish it was. But I could do it. I had never failed to get any man I wanted. And my hot father was now in my crosshairs. One thing I would never need is a mother. I had enough of mothers in my life. No more Regina, and sorry to say, no more Linda. I saw nothing there I needed. Plus, I think she knew that I was bad news. Not like Daddy. He already thought the world of me. But my new mommy didn't, so she would have to go. Daddy didn't need her. He didn't need an old wife in his life. He needed a daughter. A tight young daughter. He would soon realize that too. My cunt was absolutely dripping. I lied back on the bed, slipped off my thong, let my fingers slide down, and thought about my daddy for a little bit. Think about what I had in store for him. Thoughts of how I would tease him, show off my girlish charms, until he couldn't resist. The thought made girl-cum squirt from my cunt. *********** (Marcus) About two weeks had passed and we had finally reached the point where things settled into a groove. It stopped being weird that we now had a young girl in the house. The newness was starting to disappear, and it stopped feeling like she was a guest in our home. It was as if she belonged here now. I was happy to have Brandy around. She brought a different energy to our house. Before, at times things could get a bit routine, but having Brandy around the house livened things up. We were suddenly going to new stores, new restaurants, places we never went to before. Places more hip. I would admit I did not understand the mind of a teenage girl. I didn't have many come through the wood shop, and none of them were like Brandy. She was definitely a girly-girl. She liked those girly pop songs. She loved dressing up, buying clothes, and texting on her phone. Her room was already distinctly hers, her stuff strewn about disobediently, her sheets cute and girly, and the room distinctly smelling like the perfume she liked to wear, a scent which quickly pervaded the entire house. But there were awkward moments. Including the time when all three of us were in the kitchen. Brandy had just padded in. She was wearing a white tank top, with a light green zip up pull-over. She had a matching pair of thin green sweats, with the word "Bootylicious" on her backside. She took a bottled water from the fridge and turn to face us. "For the last time, Linda, I will never build you a wooden scooter." I told her with a laugh, her laughing alongside me. It was a running joke between us. She always wanted me to build fun, stupid stuff, but I much preferred making more practical things. "All I'm saying is if you build it, I can paint it up, make it look all spiffy. We'll be the talk of the neighborhood. Everyone will be so jealous." she said, dragging the last word out, causing me to laugh. "Yeah, I bet." I said. I turned to Brandy. "What's up?" I asked. "Hey, I was, like, wondering if, you know, if it's not a sore subject, uh... why didn't you guys ever have kids?" Brandy asked. I looked at Linda, silently asking how she wanted to answer this. For awhile this was a subject that would make her cry at the drop of a hat. But now, we had both accepted it. "It's not that we didn't want to. It was that we couldn't." Linda said. I watched as Brandy processed this. I watched her look at both of us, trying to figure out which of us was the problem, then realizing who it was by the simple virtue that I had proven that I could procreate due to her own existence. I watched Brandy realize that Linda could not bear children. "Oh. Uh, sorry." Brandy said, slowly escaping the room and escaping the awkward situation she created. I looked at my wife and she shrugged knowing Brandy meant no harm, but it did bring back those old feelings of hers. I walked over to her and put my arm around her, pulling her close, and kissing her on the forehead. She smiled sadly at me. *********** (Linda) As the days passed, I just didn't find myself warming to Brandy. Something seemed... off... about her. It wasn't anything obvious. And maybe she didn't even know she was doing it. But sometimes, the thing is, she did just seemed... insidious. As if she was secretly trying to acknowledged the differences between us. It was little things, things that on their own might come across as misunderstandings, but put all together, made me think it was part of some sinister plan of hers. "Linda, do you know a good gym around here? I'm starting to feel fat." Brandy asked as we both stood in the kitchen. I glanced at her, and then I rolled my eyes as I looked back at the sink. It didn't look like she had an ounce of fat on her, and it always seemed like she was more than happy to show that off. She always wore shirts that exposed her flat belly. She always stretched, showing off her firm muscles and her fit back. She always wore things that molded to her firm ass. She didn't need help staying in shape. And why was she asking me? I never really went to the gym. Never had I even mentioned it. "No. I'm afraid I don't." I said with a small smile. "Oh. Okay. Maybe I'll ask Daddy then." Brandy said, padding out of the room. I followed her as she spoke to Marcus in the living room. "Hey Daddy, where do you work out?" she asked. "Uh, I'll work out at the school when I can." Marcus said. "It looks like it works." Brandy said. "Oh, I guess it works alright." Marcus said, flexing his bicep jokingly. Brandy walked over and put her hand on his bicep, giving it a small squeeze. "Wow, Daddy. That's impressive." Brandy said. "Oh, uh, thanks." Marcus said. "No problem. I love feeling my Daddy's big muscles." Brandy said. I rolled my eyes. I don't know why that bothered me so much. She calls me Linda, and she calls Marcus "Daddy". As if she wanted to make sure I knew that she was the child of Marcus and not me. Plus, something just seemed off about that statement. I tried to look past this, but there were other things that gave me the impression she was up to something. I was delivering some clothes to her in her room as she was lying on her bed, texting. Her long smooth legs and her bare feet were exposed, wearing some stretchy shorts. Her face was also totally made up as well. It would be okay if she had been active today, but she had been lying around all day, looking pretty. "You like your room?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "It's okay." she said, not looking up at me, not giving me the time to at least glance in my direction. "Well, if you want any help decorating it, let me know. That's what I do." I said. "No thanks, Linda." she said, dismissively, as if she wanted no part in having me help, wanted no part in bonding with me. I finished up delivering her clothes and left the room quickly. She was never outwardly mean. Just bratty. Dismissive. Like when we went out, as a 'family', she would be bubbly and young and cute. But that would be directed more to Marcus, and she would only interact with me only if she had to. Her focus was on her father. And she talked about the most inane crap. Like her friends back home and the stupid things they would do. Marcus ate it up, loving to hear about his daughter's past. But I was finding it a bit grating. My irritation was reaching a breaking point. Whenever Marcus was around she would be the cute doting daughter. But with just me, it was like she dropped the act. She would lie around, chat loudly on the phone, even when I was trying to watch TV. She would sleep in till past noon and would be napping whenever I went to find her. But when Marcus showed up she was full of energy. I would clean the coffee table, and five minutes later she would have her bare feet on the same table, doing her nails. She kept doing this crap in front of me, and not Marcus. He had been snowed by her, but I wasn't. I wasn't going to put up with her lying around all day, not looking for work. If she was going to live here, she would have to at least contribute. She didn't work. She did no chores. Plus, it was just... I knew she was my step-daughter but... she dressed like a fucking skank! I swear, every fucking day I was assaulted by unwelcome views of her cleavage, her belly, her legs. And I could probably describe every mold and crevice of her perky little ass with the tight pants she wore. And plus, I knew which days she didn't wear a bra, because she happened to be extra peppy and bouncy those days, testing the tensile strength of her tight tops with her perky breasts and her constantly hard fucking nipples. Something had to change. I knew girls like her. Little whores who could turn on the charm and they think that guys will bow to them, will bend to their will. They would just flash their perfect teeth, show off a mile of cleavage, and get their way. Well, she wouldn't get one over me. She would have another thing coming. Girls like her made my blood boil. I had to calm myself again. Remember my breathing. The next day she had woke up well past noon. I was on the computer doing some work. I was able to work from home quite a bit, and I usually enjoyed having the alone time. But having this young girl around put a wrench into things. She wandered into the living room, her eyes still full of sleep, and I looked up at her over my screen. "Hey, Brandy?" I started. "Yeah?" she replied. "I know it's fun to sleep all day and lie around and talk to your friends. But you agreed to look for work. You agreed to contribute around here. And I am not seeing it. And we're beginning to get annoyed with this." I told her. "You're getting annoyed." Brandy explained. "What?" I asked. "You're getting annoyed. You. Not Daddy. And I have no reason to listen to you. You're not my mother. If Daddy has a problem with me, he can come talk to me about it, 'kay?" Brandy said, dismissively, not even bothering to let me reply as she left the room. I stewed in anger for the rest of the day at this petulant little girl. How did she stonewall me so effectively? How did she completely brush me off? Me? A woman over twenty years her superior. I was pissed! Finally, when Marcus got home I spoke up. "You need to talk to your daughter about finding a job. She just lies around all day." I told him. "She's just... getting adjusted." Marcus said, defending her. "She's taking advantage of you." I said. "Linda, I..." he began. "She's your daughter, I get it. But you need to instill some discipline. She can't be a little princess forever. You need to be her father." I said. He nodded. "I'll talk to her." he replied. ********** (Marcus) Brandy was perfectly capable of doing things on her own, but she loved having me take her places and hang out with her. Most girls her age felt the opposite; they wanted to be as far away from their folks as possible. But we didn't have those years of time together to get annoyed with each other. Now we were both adults. Well, she was a young adult, but an adult all the same. So we weren't getting to know each other the way a parent and a child would. We were getting to know each other as two adults. There was still the excited newness between us. I had a daughter! And she had a dad! We were both so excited at this change in our lives that we couldn't get enough. But I could tell that that connection wasn't really forming between Brandy and Linda. Linda hadn't warmed to her as much as I had, and Brandy didn't have those warm feelings for her that she had for me. So she was eager to go out with me, just me and her, and with Linda's frosty feelings, she was happy to sit some of these trips out. And it would give me the chance to talk to her about finding a job. So I was at the mall, walking behind my daughter. She had the tendency to talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk... you get the idea. And she also spoke a mile a minute, so I learned to just let her speak, and be a good sounding board. "So, Carlee, she was like, dancing with Ronnie, but he was dating Kayla, and she was, like, dancing all skanky, trying to make J. J. jealous, and..." Brandy said, going on and on. I just smiled and nodded. Ah, the joys of having a teenage daughter. I was generally a pretty quiet guy so I was happy to let her spill her guts and dominate the conversation. We stuck together for the most part while shopping. Me, following her when looking through her stuff, and her, following me as we looked at stuff I was interested in. But this stopped when we approached a place Brandy was clearly excited to go into, Victoria's Secret. "Uh, wait, you want to go in there?" I said. "Yeah, come on." Brandy said, ready to go in. "Uh, I might let you do that on your own." I said, uncomfortable with the idea of going into a sexy underwear store with my own daughter. "Oh, c'mon Daddy, this will be good father/daughter bonding time." Brandy said with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Yeah, yeah, I don't think so. Have fun. I'll be over there at the sporting goods store. We'll meet up here when we're done." I said. "Okay, Daddio." Brandy said with a laugh, walking inside as I walked the opposite direction. I was looking for some new golf clubs but all the ones I saw where a bit too rich for my blood. So I was not there for long. I sat on a bench and waited for my daughter to return. I didn't want to be staring into Victoria's Secret like a perv or something, but I glanced in there every so often, looking to see if Brandy was almost done. For awhile I didn't see her, just other women and girls, and the occasional guy. I just sat there for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, waiting for my daughter to emerge. I finally caught sight of her. She was talking to a guy, closer to my age than hers, not a bad looking guy, and she was looking up at him, smiling as they chatted, flashing her teeth, playing with her hair. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was flirting. It looked like she was showing some pieces of underwear to him. Maybe he was getting her opinion? They had workers for that. She had a bag in hand, so she looked like she was done shopping, but he had stopped to help her out. I saw he was pushing a stroller, with a young kid inside. I kept an eye on them for a few minutes, before Brandy saw me and headed out to meet me. "Find what you were looking for?" I asked, not wanting to pry too much and ask about that guy. "You bet." she said. "Wanna see?" "No. No thanks." I said with a laugh. "Let's get something to eat." I said. We made our way to the food court. We split up, as I wanted a burger and she wanted Chinese food. I looked back across the food court and saw a few young guys around Brandy, chatting her up. Wow, it seemed like whenever I left on her own, boys would flock to her. My line was longer than hers, so she was seated before I was. It was as I got closer that I saw her seated at a table next to the same older guy she was talking with before at Victoria's Secret. He looked a little nervous as I approached, but Brandy did not as I joined them at the table. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 02 (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) (Marcus) What the hell just happened? I was having sex with my wife, pretty damn good sex, when I got the sense I was being watched. I looked to the door and saw her. Brandy. My daughter. She was watching us having sex. She was watching us without shame or fear. Her eyes were wide, taking in what was happening, not missing a thing. I hesitated to say anything for fear of embarrassing everyone involved. I didn't want to call out Brandy and make things awkward between us forever. I know it sounds stupid now. I should have just shooed her away, because her eyes met mine. She knew I had seen her, and she still stayed there. I didn't want to tell Linda this and ruin the mood. So there I was with my wife stroking my dick as my daughter watched. Brandy was just standing there, watching me, watching us have sex with no shame. She was watching me, uh... ejaculate, all over my wife, and she kept watching wide-eyed. Even though I was lost in the pleasure my wife was bringing me, I couldn't help but notice what Brandy was wearing. Barely wearing, that is. My daughter was wearing a tiny bra which was barely covering her rather large chest. Her breasts were practically spilling over the edges, even larger than I thought. Not that I thought about my daughter's breasts a lot. I mean, she was my daughter. But it would be hard not to notice that my daughter had extremely large breasts. Reminiscent of her mother's, although I think Brandy's were noticeably bigger. Again, not that I noticed them a lot. Anyway, Brandy was also wearing indecently tiny underwear, which barely covered her... nether regions. She had so much skin exposed. Smooth, young skin. She was breathing hard as she watched us, as if she were... excited. Breathing in and out, causing her breasts to bulge outward even more. I can't explain why my body reacted how it did. I can't explain why I had a second, admittedly incredible, orgasm directly after the first. I had never done that before in my life. And all it took was my daughter watching me have sex. Seeing me naked. Staring at my penis. That was what it took to make me cum again. What the fuck was that about? Why the fuck did seeing my daughter peeping on us cause me to cum? Did I have some secret voyeuristic tendencies that I didn't know about? Did I like to have sex with others watching? That had to be it, because the alternatives were so much worse. The first alternative was that I saw my daughter's stacked young body and for a moment viewed her as something other than my daughter. I viewed her as a... woman. A voluptuous woman with a hot body wearing very little clothing. A sexy young woman who was admiring my large penis. A gorgeous teenage girl impressed by my large package. I hoped that this wasn't the reason I came again. But that alternative wasn't even the worst one. The worst one was this: I liked knowing my daughter was watching me fuck. I liked that she was impressed with what she saw. I liked seeing my daughter's body so exposed to me. I liked seeing her barely contained breasts. I liked seeing my daughter so barely covered. The fact that it was my daughter watching was what made me cum. Eww! No, I couldn't even let myself think that way. It was so wrong. So messed up. So filthy. I was NOT that type of man. No, that wasn't what happened. What happened was I secretly liked being watched. That had to be it. I didn't know I had that aspect to my sexuality, but it had to be the truth. It had nothing to do with the fact it was my daughter. The fact that my dick jumped when she flashed me her thong clad ass when she spun around to leave was just a coincidence. It had to be. But one thing gnawed at me still. Brandy had seemed so excited by what she had seen. And by the end, I couldn't help but notice her nipples were hard. Her thighs were wet. It was very clear that she liked what she saw. Why? Was she a voyeur or something? It was so... strange. I couldn't imagine a girl her age enjoying watching her father having sex with her step-mom. Maybe she was just curious. Maybe it was like porno to her. Maybe we were just two bodies engulfed in sexual passion to her. That had to be the case. How could any girl enjoy watching her father having sex? There was no logical explanation. Unless... no, it couldn't be. These thoughts swirled in my head. Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all that night. It was only when I heard movement that I thought about getting up, but I couldn't be alone with Brandy after what had transpired. I let Linda get up before I did until I decided to get up. I cleaned up and went downstairs. I wrapped my arms around Linda from behind and kissed her, causing her to shiver. I grabbed a cup of coffee, then the paper, then went to the living room. It was there that I found Brandy. She was on the couch, her legs curled under her, eating a bowl of cereal while watching TV. She was watching some reality show that followed around some spoiled Hollywood princesses. As I walked into the room, Brandy's eyes moved to me, watching me as I sat down. The tension was there. I didn't know what to say to her after what had happened. But she spoke up first. "Long night?" she asked, smiling coyly. I tensed up and shrugged slightly and focused on the newspaper in my hand, trying to ignore her. But the chattering on the TV was making my blood boil. I hated feeling this conflicted. This annoyed. This upset. And I took it out on her. "How can you watch this crap?" I muttered, not looking up. "It's not crap, Daddy. These girls are stars. They are so pretty and glamorous. I wish I could be just like them. Don't you want your daughter to be a star, Daddy?" Brandy asked, the clanking of Linda moving dishes in the kitchen echoing through the house. "You might need to get a job first." I said quietly. She held her mouth open in mock anger. "Calm down, Daddy. I'm working on it." Brandy said. "Besides, they do work hard. They have Yvonne's seal of approval, and she's, like, the hardest working woman in, like, all of Hollywood." "Yvonne needs to stop acting like she is still twenty and grow up. She's my age now. She needs to stop dressing in such skanky clothing and show a bit of class." I said. "You don't have to be so cranky, Daddy. Besides, she still has her body. If she's got it, flaunt it." Brandy said. "What do you care about Yvonne? She's a bit before your time." I asked, looking up. "She's Mom's favorite singer. And I, like, idolize her. I want to be her when I grow up." Brandy said with a laugh. "Have to grow up first." I muttered. The conversation just died for a bit as I resumed looking at the paper and she resumed eating, the spoon clanking off the bowl. "Hey guys, I'll be in the shower." Linda said, going upstairs, leaving me and Brandy alone together. She kept glancing my way. I had to say something. I had to. I had to figure out what the hell just happened last night. I had to get this weight off my shoulders. I set the paper down. "Brandy, we need to talk." I started. "About last night." "You guys asked me about my tattoos before." Brandy started, "I figured since we've seen so much of each other, it would be okay to show you them now." she finished with a smile. "Very funny." I said. "But seriously..." I began. "You guys were making a lot of noise. I wanted to see what was going on." Brandy explained. "I'm, uh, sorry you saw that. We got carried away." I stammered. "Don't worry Daddy. You've got nothing to be ashamed of." Brandy giggled, standing and picking up her bowl. "What?" I said. "I have to admit, even though you're my Daddy, you were pretty impressive." Brandy said. "Brandy, you shouldn't talk about this kind of thing." I said. "What, can't I compliment my Daddy?" Brandy asked. "Not about that!" I said, shaking my head. "Okay, okay." Brandy said, holding her hands up. "After you saw what you did... why did you keep watching?" I asked. "I guess I got a little... caught up in the action. Sorry about that." Brandy said. "It can't happen again." I explained. "Of course." she said, nodding. "Okay. Good." I said. She started to walk past me, but suddenly, I felt her presence at my ear. "And Daddy..." she whispered, "If you ever want to see my tattoos, all you have to do is ask. Don't worry, I won't tell Linda." With that, she walked into the kitchen. I was frozen to the spot. What the hell? What did she just offer? Why is she so eager to show herself off to me? What the fuck is going on? ************ (Brandy) Holy Fuck! The tension was thick between me and Daddy. Each word between us was filled with double meanings. Each moment between was now dripping with sex. He was beginning to realize I might have a bit of a crush on him. Ha! A bit of a crush. If you can call 'wanting to ride his big daddy-dick every day until I have a screaming orgasm and he fills me up with his cum' a bit of a crush, then yeah, I had a bit of a crush. And he was also beginning to realize how hot I was. How sexy I was. How fucking perfect my body was. How huge my tits were. How damn perfect I was. The line had been crossed. Sex had been inserted into our relationship, whether he liked it or not. It wouldn't be long now until he crossed a few more lines with me. *********** (Marcus) I had driven a couple hours to get here and now that I had gotten here, I didn't want to go in. But I had to. I had to go in to the restaurant. I had to go meet the mother of my child. I had called Regina soon after the whole incident between me and Brandy. I was just starting to feel something about my daughter was... off. Something about her seemed not quite right. I had to find out if my suspicions were correct. And the person who would know best would be Regina. I called her and we set up a meeting, face-to-face, at the halfway point between us, at a small restaurant. And I finally walked in, nervously, being forced to meet with a woman I hadn't seen in over 18 years. The mother of my child. Regina Slater. I scanned the tables, not knowing what to expect, not knowing what Regina looked like these days. I looked around, not finding her, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and just like that, there she was. My college fling. Regina Slater. I had to admit, she still looked really good. When I knew her last, she was immature, young, not quite knowing how to show off her body other than just displaying everything. But the years had been very kind to her. She had grown up and filled out into the beautiful mature woman she now was. Her face still looked young, not a wrinkle on it. She was still breath-takingly beautiful, with full lips, bedroom eyes, and perfect creamy skin. Her hair looked well taken care of, brown and shiny with a light curl. And her body still held up. Her breasts were as big as they used to be, probably bigger, and they had not succumbed to time yet. They still seemed as firm as ever, and she was displaying a healthy amount of cleavage in her low-cut top. She was still fit and firm, maintaining an hourglass figure. Her jeans looked expensive, molding to her firm legs and riding low on her wide hips. She was wearing high heeled sandals, making her stand taller. She looked really good, as good as she did in College. "Hey, Regina." I said. "Hey, Marcus." she said, smiling brightly, pulling me into a hug, her large, full breasts pushing into my chest. "I already got us a table." I followed her to the table across the room. I couldn't help but notice her butt in her tight jeans, as she shook it when she walked. Her butt still looked as tight and firm as ever. We sat down, me across from her. Just as we did, the waitress came by. Regina ordered a drink, while I just ordered a water. "C'mon, Marcus, get a drink. Live a little." Regina said. "I don't think so. Bad things happen when I drink around you." I said, causing her to giggle. "So how are you?" I asked. "I'm very good. And you?" she replied. "Good. I'm good." I replied. "How's Brandy?" she asked. "Uh, that's what I'm here to talk about." I began. She smiled knowingly. "She is something, isn't she?" Regina said. "Uh yeah." I said nervously. "What did she do? Cause I know that look. She spooked you about something." Regina said with a laugh. "I just... wanted to ask, is something a little... off about her? It just like sometimes she says and does things that seem over the line." I said. "Brandy has no boundaries. She's always been that way. Even when she was young, she... like you said, something about her was off. She was stubborn, she was driven, and she acted spoiled. Believe me, I did my best with her. Whatever she might say about me, I was a good mother to her. Trust me, I didn't want her to grow up and become the girl I was. But, it was, like, from the start, she was spoiled. I didn't spoil her when she was young, but practically out of the womb, she felt like this world owed her everything. She felt like she should get whatever she wanted. It was her nature. It was in her blood. When she was a child, believe me, she was a monster." Regina said. "I bet." I said. "Maybe it was because she didn't have that father-figure in her life. I don't know." Regina said. "Hey, I didn't know she existed. Don't blame me." I replied, as our drinks came. "I'm not. I'm just saying it was if she knew something was missing in her life, and she wanted that thing back. She always wanted stuff, clothes, toys. I had a few men in my life as she grew up, and she never warmed to them. It was as if she knew they were pretenders. Not the real thing. As she got older she got boy crazy. It was then that I noticed things about her, like you are now. I saw her flirting with men, much older men. Including the men I dated. It didn't matter that they were with me. She would do things, she would show herself off, she would flirt with my boyfriends! I tried to curb this behavior, but she would get more driven to spite me and do it anyway. That is why I was not heartbroken to have her leave. She became more trouble than it was worth. She was, liked you said... off." Regina said. "So you gave up on her?" I asked. "I did my best. I went to work. I gave her the best life I could. I gave her 18 years to shape up. She won't listen to me anymore. She's an adult now. She can take care of herself now. She might have to learn the hard way that she has to grow up, like I did." Regina said. "So you think she won't change until she gets knocked up?" I asked. "Maybe. Marcus, change comes from within. No one can change who somebody is. Brandy has unhealthy behaviors. But she won't stop that until it negatively affects her life. She won't listen to anybody. Her mother. Her father. She is who she is. Some things don't change about people." Regina said. "So you are giving up on her?" I asked, a little angrily. "Of course not. She is my daughter and I love her. But I was not willing to just give in and give her everything she wanted. I'm too stubborn to back down, as is she. I've done what I can. Maybe you will be more successful. I hope so. I hope you can do something that I could not. Maybe there is something with you that I don't have. Something she wants. Something she needs. I hope she finds what she is looking for. I really do." Regina said. "I hope so." I replied. "So what did she do, to spook you like this?" Regina asked, sipping her drink. "I'd, uh... I'd rather not say." I said, not wanting to confess that Brandy had watched me have sex. Didn't quite know how she would take that. But as she looked at me, studied me, part of me wondered if she suspected the truth. But that moment passed. We ordered some food as we caught up with each other. Our lives. It seemed like she had grown up quite a bit. She had worked hard and earned a pretty good amount of money and lived a pretty good, pretty successful life. Not that I envied that kind of thing. I was quite happy in my own life. Even though she probably had more money than Linda and I did, I was very satisfied with the life I had. I told her about my life, and although she complimented it, I could tell that living a more humble life did not appeal to her. We finally finished our meals and I was trying to find a way to part ways. But Regina took the opportunity to speak up. "So, this was a very lovely meal, Marcus." Regina said. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you again." I said. "I can feel that old connection we used to have." Regina said. "Well, uh, I don't know about that." I replied, confused. "Sure you do. That connection is still there. I just knew it would be. That's why I already got a hotel room. I figured we could get to know each other even better." Regina said. "What?" I asked, confused. "I figured we could spend the rest of the day fucking our brains out." she said. I nearly choked on my drink. "Isn't that why you called?" Regina asked. "No! Of course not." I said, backing up my chair. "But Marcus," she started, "I'm wearing a thong. Don't you want to see my hot body in it?" "Okay! I'm leaving!" I said, getting to my feet. "You clearly haven't changed at all." "Oh, c'mon, don't be so dramatic!" Regina said, getting to her feet, walking up to me. Before I could do anything, she was directly in front of me. "Your wife doesn't have a pair like these, does she?" Regina said, guiding my eyes to her creamy cleavage. "We had so much fun making a baby before? Let's go make another one." I backed away quickly. "It's a wonder Brandy doesn't have boundaries with the way you act around a married man!" I told her. She just smiled evilly. I high-tailed it out of the restaurant. I knew this was a bad idea. ********** I drove home angrily. I shouldn't have met with Regina. I knew she was still the same. Still a slut. She hit on me! Me?! I'm a married man! She knew that and she did it anyway. But why was my dick throbbing? Sure, Regina was still hot. But... it wasn't till she got close, and purred in my ear, letting me know she was happy to make another baby with me. It wasn't till that point that I responded. It wasn't till that moment that my dick got hard. I tried to shake it off and think about other things. It was her fault that Brandy turned out how she did. No boundaries. Brandy inherited her mother's slutty nature. I just wish I had been there when Brandy was young, to guide her along the right path, to prevent her from becoming what she is now. A slut! I didn't tell anyone what I was doing, meeting with Regina. Neither Linda nor Brandy would like it. So I left it a secret. My thoughts swirled. I was angry at Regina, for being such a skank, and passing those qualities over to our daughter. I was angry at Brandy, for how uncomfortable she was making me. So of course, this was the worst time for my car to break down. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel as I pulled over. An hour later I was at a repair shop. I had called a tow truck and I was taken to the shop. The damage in my car would take a few days to repair so I would need a ride home. Linda was out of town for work. I had to call Brandy to pick me up. It took about 45 minutes for her car to show up. I smiled as she pulled up, but I stepped back as I opened the door and was bombarded by a wall of noise coming from the stereo. I sat down and turned down the music. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 02 "Thanks for the ride!" I said loudly over the tunes, looking over at her. She was dressed in jeans and a low-cut pink top. I had to stop myself from noticing her exposed cleavage. "No problem, Daddio!" she replied. "I suppose you really do like Yvonne!" I said, pointing at the stereo as I listened to the song that was playing. "This song is my favorite!" she said as she gunned it onto the road. She drove a bit recklessly, impulsively. She drove where she wanted, as fast as she could get away with, forcing others to get out of her way. "Slow down!" I said. "C'mon, Daddy!" she said with a wild smile, "Loosen up!" We approached a red light but we were going too fast. She slammed on the brakes, and we came to a stop just before we hit the car in front of us. "Brandy! Stop driving so fast!" I ordered. She just looked at me unaffected. And she began to sing along with the song on the stereo. "Oh baby, be mine! Oh honey, take my... body and say, you'll always be mine." she sang, along with one of Yvonne's song's, 'Be Mine'. The song kicked in to an instrumental part, causing Brandy to dance along with it as we were stopped at the light. She danced around violently, shaking her head, and her body, not watching for the red light. This caused her large breasts to bounce all over the place, the smooth flesh threatening to pour from her top, her big boobs almost escaping. My daughter was lost in the dancing, so she didn't notice me staring at her chest. I couldn't help it. They were literally impossible not to notice. A horn from behind us shook us out of our reverie. I shook my head as Brandy composed herself. What the hell was that? Why the hell did I just stare at my daughter's rack like some sort of disgusting pervert? I didn't know it at the time, but this was the first of many moments between me and her that was accidently sexually tinged. *********** (Linda) I can't explain why, but I had been feeling extra frisky lately. Ever since that sex session we had after watching that movie, it was like I was constantly horny. I don't know if I enjoyed the fact that we were loud so Brandy would hear, but that night was something special. Both Marcus and I were at the top of our game that night. I had noticed that Marcus seemed to be coming around to my line of thought. He seemed to be getting wary of Brandy. He wasn't as awestruck by his perfect young daughter like he used to be. He seemed to be getting a little bit tired of her antics. A little tired of her laziness. And this made me happy. I know that sounds bad, but if I had to make the choice, I would not want her around. She was mooching off of us, taking advantage of our good nature. We had bent over backwards for her and she had done nothing in return. And something about her rubbed me the wrong way. Me and Marcus had a good thing going for a while. Now, we were stuck harboring this spoiled brat. A brat who didn't like me, and the feeling was mutual. It felt like we were playing a game, vying for Marcus' affection. She had used her young, daughterly charms to get close to him. But she had to learn that when she was in this house she had to live by our rules. She couldn't just flounce them like she had. So far she had been unpunished. She had made snotty little comments about me or snarky little comments at our way of life. She had proudly displayed that she was a little slut by getting her brains fucked out in the next room. She had always gotten her way, and I hated that. I always hated little princesses that went through life never encountering anyone who told them 'no'. Spoiled brats who always got their way. Brandy had always lived that life, and she expected Marcus and I to continue treating her that way. She needed to grow up. Stop trying to get her way by flaunting herself. Showing off her infuriatingly gigantic tits. I'm sorry, it's just, I swear that girl didn't deserve boobs like that. A spoiled brat who did zero work was still getting by just fine. Any other girl would have learned their lesson the hard way. But she didn't. She skated by just because she sprouted huge tits and knew how to show them off. Because she could get guys to melt in her palm with her giant breasts. And that got her by in society. She contributed nothing! She literally just looked pretty. That's it! But men love huge boobs and that, even with her obnoxious laziness, allowed her to get by. Why couldn't it be that good girls, hard working women, like me, why couldn't they be the one to have huge tits? It was always the lazy, undeserving girls who sprouted huge boobs and got all the boys. Not the tough, independent and professional women. It was never those women that had big boobs. Those bitches with the giant tits were all sluts! You never met a nice, friendly, professional woman who just happened to have gigantic, enormous jugs. Why couldn't a woman like me have big breasts? I wanted to have huge tits! Hey, I was still a woman, and I still liked seeing my husband drool over me. And I couldn't imagine how much Marcus would drool over me if I had tits like Brandy's. It wasn't like I was jealous or anything. Really, like I would be jealous of an 18 year old girl. Ha! Especially a girl like her. Sure, her body was perfect. Her ass was ripe. Her legs were perfectly smooth, and she had perfect tan skin. Hey, I was 40 and I still looked good. My legs weren't quite as long and smooth every single day. That's because I didn't have time to shave my legs each day. I had a job. I couldn't spend like an hour in the shower every morning like she did. And my ass wasn't bad. No, it didn't ride as high as hers did. It wasn't as round and firm, but it wasn't bad. A little sag, but that comes with age. And we all couldn't have a flat belly. It's not fair how little work she has to do to be that fit. I did more work than she did to keep myself fit. I didn't go to the gym, I didn't have time, but I still looked fine. The genetics weren't in my favor here, and clearly, her genetics were the only reason she still looked that good. And hey, so what, I didn't have huge tits. Yes, guys liked them, but it wasn't a necessity. I was married for almost twenty years. So I'm pretty sure he liked my cute B-cups just fine. I wasn't jealous. I really wasn't. Because looks fade. The real beauty lies within. We couldn't all be tight, perky young girls. I was an older woman. A real woman. But none of this mattered. I hated her because of her laziness, not her looks. So it felt good to strike back. It felt good to show her that Marcus hadn't cowed to her bratty will. It felt good when she didn't get her way. It felt good to have sex with my husband, with her in the next room, getting a taste of her own medicine. I had to admit it turned me on to be so loud, and to rub it in her face. And that was what drove me to do it again and again. I doubt that little bitch had ever had someone give a little back to her. I bet it felt strange to her to be on the receiving end for once. I had reached the point with her where it was shape-up or ship-out. I understand she is Marcus' daughter, but that doesn't mean she could take advantage of us. If she could turn herself around, get on the right track, and not be such an insolent little bitch, I would be happy to have her around. I truly did want to give her a chance. But I didn't have high hopes. She needed discipline. And if it took the threat of kicking her out and losing her Daddy's love, than that might be what it took. So I started a new plan to vocalize all the ways she was using us, taking advantage of us. Confirm my feelings to Marcus and show him that something needed to be done about her. And I had to admit, it felt surprisingly refreshing to finally begin to voice my negative opinions of her. And I wasn't worried if she would strike back, because there was nothing she could come up with that she could do to retake control of the situation, now that the truth about her was beginning to be exposed. I had no idea what I was about to unleash. ************ (Marcus) I can't explain why, but over the last week or two, my sex life had really picked up. I hate to make that connection, but ever since the incident with Brandy catching us having sex, it's just, I don't know, I felt more sexually charged than usual. I felt like everything around me was dripping with sex. There was the fact that Linda had been a lot more frisky than usual. Then there was the whole incident with Regina. Finally, there was the fact that I kept catching glances at Brandy's body. And there was something about her, when you looked at her, you thought about sex. Every move she made. Everything she did. It felt like every choice she made was to make herself appealing in a sexual way. In public, she had this swagger that caught all of the guys' attention. She had a very flirty, girly attitude. And unfortunately, I had begun to notice this. I had also begun to notice other things about her as well. Or at least Linda had. She was pointing out things that she never had before. Pointing out the times Brandy was laying around, doing nothing. Or her going going out claiming to be job-hunting but coming back with bags in hand from shopping. It struck me a little bit when Linda first started doing it, but my wife wasn't wrong about anything she said. Like one time, we had made a big dinner. Steak, baked potatoes, boiled vegetables. A good, healthy meal. While both me and Linda could not finish, we marveled as Brandy cleaned her plate. As we were cleaning up, Linda spoke up. "That girl eats like a horse and she doesn't have a bit of fat on her. Some things just aren't fair." Linda remarked. "Good genes." I joked, knowing full well that Brandy worked out. "She's gonna clean us dry if she keeps eating up all our food." Linda said. "She'll pay us back once she gets her job." I said. She looked at me as I said this, wondering if I really believed that. I wondered the same thing. Then the doorbell rang. Again, we rarely got visitors. The last time we did Brandy was at the door. Me and Linda went to the door and opened it together. It wasn't one young girl like last time. This time, it was two young girls. One was blonde, a little ditzy, looking up from her cell phone, smacking her gum like a brat. The other was an Asian girl, with a streak of blue brattily and disobediently interrupting her dark hair. Her eyes clearly betrayed any humility as they were filled with mischief. "Is Brandy home?" the young Asian girl said confidently. I glanced at Linda, and she looked upset, which was weird since she wasn't even looking these girls in the face. She was giving them the once over. Both were about Brandy's age. Tight stylish jeans on the Asian girl, a little skirt on the blonde. A bright, tight yellow blouse on the blonde, low cut enough to show off her impressive chest. A stylish T-shirt and a pull over on the Asian girl, molding to her slim, firm, perky chest. Both of their faces were beautiful, but these girls looked like trouble. That was what must be putting Linda on edge. "And you are?" I asked. "Oh. I'm Alison. That's Carlee. We're friends with Brandy. She said we could, like, spend the night." Alison said. "Oh, uh, she never asked us." Linda began. "ALISON! CARLEE!" Brandy squealed from the stairs behind us. Alison and Carlee ran past us, and jumped into Brandy's arms. They bounced around in bouncy joy. "Thanks Daddy for letting them spend the night." Brandy said, leading the girls upstairs. "Thanks Mr. Edwards." Alison and Carlee said in unison, smiling mischievously, leaning in close to each other. Linda glared at me once the girls disappeared. "I didn't know anything about this." I said, holding up my hands. "Well, at least we know the crowd she hangs out with." Linda said, jabbing a bit at my daughter's choice of friends. ************ (Brandy) "Oh my God! Your Dad is so hot!" Alison said as soon as we entered my room. At the same time, Carlee mouthed 'Oh my God', equally in awe of my sexy Daddy. I smiled with pride, not only in daughterly pride, but at the confirmation that it wasn't only me Daddy affected. Daddy's blatant sexual magnetism was enough to make other young, sexy girls like me shiver with lust. Sure, they were both very experienced in the ways of older men, like I was, but I had never seen them this affected by a man like they were with my Daddy. "So..." Alison said, turning to face me. "You sucked his dick yet?" "Alison!" I said, shocked at Alison, blunt as always. "No, I have not sucked my father's dick..." I added I had been afraid to discuss my naughty thoughts with my girls, even though these two were my best friends in the whole wide world. Even though neither girl was an angel, well, quite frankly both of them were fucking filthy, but I was unsure if even they would understand my indecent lust for my own father. But the way these girls were looking at me I could tell immediately that neither would judge me for lusting after him. If anything, it looked like the thought might interest them greatly. So, I took a chance and spoke up. "Not yet." Both girls giggled at my confession. As if a weight was lifted from my shoulders, as if the dam had burst, the words poured out of me. "Girls, ohmygod, you have no idea how hard it's been being around him. He is so fucking sexy." I said quickly. "Oh, I know, girl." Carlee said. "Is he, like, into you?" Alison asked. "I think so." I said cutely, loving to finally being able to gab with my girls about boys again. "I don't blame him, girl. You're looking great." Carlee said. "Thanks. Hey, I gotta do something else, other than hang out around here with his wife all day." I said. "Ew, I know. She looked nasty." Carlee said. "And you know me. I am not fucking getting a fucking job." I added said, causing them to giggle. "I've never seen you do an ounce of work in your life." Carlee added with a smile. "And that's not changing. Despite what the bitch thinks" I said firmly. "How did that troll end up with a stud like him?" Alison pondered. "I know!" I said, happy that she shared my viewpoint. "OH! OH! Girls! I have to tell you. I saw his dick!" I exclaimed, animatedly. "You saw it? How?" Alison asked quickly. "I caught him fucking his wife! I saw him in action. And the best part is... he saw me!" I said excitedly. "He saw you?" Alison asked. "What happened?" Carlee asked. "He kept going! He kept fucking her! He put on a show for me! He saw me! He saw my body! And he came! He saw my tits in that stretchy bra, you know the one, and he fucking came! He came like a fire hose! I made him cum!" I said happily. "Holy shit!" Alison said. "That's so hot!" Carlee said. "I know, right! And like I said... I saw his dick." I teased. "Tell me, girl. How big is he?" Alison said, holding her hands half-a-foot apart. I shook my head. She spread her hands farther apart, about eight inches apart. I smiled evilly, and shook my head no. Her hands kept going waiting for me to stop her. As her hands got about ten-inches apart, and I did not stop her, her mouth opened in shock, as her hands kept going. Then, the door opened. Daddy poked his head inside. He didn't know he was the topic of our conversation. He didn't know us three teenage sluts were in awe of his meaty cock. He didn't notice the lust on our faces as we stared at him. He didn't notice Alison's hands spread apart, just wide enough to fit one meaty, Daddy-dick in-between. He didn't notice Carlee licking her lips, her hand unconsciously stroking her water bottle as if she was caressing a large dick. He didn't notice Alison's open mouth, poised to take a huge, mature cock deep inside. He didn't notice my bulging tits, throbbing nipples, and exposed cleavage. "Are you guys having dinner with us?" Daddy asked. "Yeah. Of course!" Alison said, perkily, more perky than she had ever been, eager to spend time around my handsome Daddy. "Okay, great." Daddy said, flashing his sexy smile, causing three 18-year-old girls girls to shiver with lust. He shut the door and headed back downstairs, unknowingly walking away from three girls who were hot, horny, and ready to be fucked... by him. And all I could think about was the next time he would be in the same situation; he would not make the same mistake. *********** (Marcus) The next day, once Brandy's friends left, I noticed Linda staring out into the backyard at something. It looked like something was really pissing her off. She was seething. I looked out the window in the next room. In the backyard was Brandy. She was about to head out for a run. She was wearing a tight pink tank top and some stretchy elastic shorts that molded to her rear end. Her long legs were exposed and she was wearing some pink-tinged running shoes. She bent over, her butt pointed at the house. She then stretched from side to side. She stretched with a definite grace, showing she could have been an athlete if she had the drive to do so. Then she took off. It was about an hour later that she came home. She walked inside, drenched in sweat. I was on the couch and she stood right in front of me, her butt a foot in front of my face. Linda looked at her, as if annoyed for some reason. "How's the job hunt going?" she asked. "No luck, Linda." Brandy said, quickly. "Hey Daddy, I know you said you wouldn't get me a gym membership until I got a job, but I think you should reconsider. I got hit on by, like, ten boys while I was running. I just don't think this neighborhood is safe for a girl like me to be running around in." "Our neighborhood is fine." Linda said. "Well, for someone like you... But you have to think about me." Brandy explained. "What do you mean someone like me?" Linda said, getting mad. "Well, you're an older lady. I'm just a young girl." Brandy said. "I'm not that old, sweetheart!" Linda said, stepping up close. "Hey!" I said, standing up and getting between them. "Brandy, go to your room. Linda, go to the kitchen." Brandy stormed off, angrily. Linda was not so happy herself as I followed her. "C'mon, Marcus!" Linda said. "She was needling me." "I know, but still, you need to be a bit more understanding of her. You win more flies with sugar than honey." I said. "Real cute, Marcus. You need to stop coddling her! She is your daughter! Show her some Goddamn discipline! Stop letting her play this little girl bullshit on you! Step up! Be her father!" Linda said, grabbing her keys and storming out, slamming the door behind her. I clenched my palms angrily and went to confront Brandy. I went upstairs and knocked on her door. I opened it up and found my daughter, pacing around. "She's always trying to start shit with me!" Brandy argued, moving her arms around angrily, causing her boobs to bounce under her top. "Listen, she has not warmed to you. But you could do better, and you know it. You know what you're doing with her." I told her. "But she's a bitch!" Brandy said, turning her back to me, showing off her spandex clad ass to me, showing how it molded to her behind. "Hey! That is my wife. Listen, we can't keep you here if you don't help out. You need to get a job, okay? If you don't, I'm not going to be able to keep you around." I said, stopping her in her tracks. "Can you help me?" Brandy asked, looking up at me hopefully. "Sure. Absolutely." I said, putting my hands on her shoulders comfortingly, trying to calm her down. "Find a job for me." I added. She smiled warmly. "I'll do anything for you, Daddy." she said, walking forward and giving me a hug, clutching me tight. Pushing her firm belly into my rock hard erection. "Ah!" Brandy said, feeling it, stepping away quickly. "Save it for Linda, Daddy." she joked over her shoulder, smiling, as she walked out of the room. I was frozen. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 02 What the fuck just happened? Why was I hard? It must have been the argument. The passion of it caused me to get hard. Yeah, that must be it. It wasn't my daughter parading around in her exercise clothes. It wasn't the way her top clung to her massive boobs. It wasn't the way her shorts clung to her butt. It was just the passion of the argument. Right? ************ (Linda) As soon as I slammed the door in my husband's face I felt bad. It reminded me of College and the girl I used to be. I am a better wife than I was a girlfriend. I had never been the most outgoing girl and I never thought highly of my own looks. So when any boy ever approached me, I was suspicious, as if they were playing some trick on me and I was the butt of the joke. Needless to say I didn't date much. Marcus had been my first real boyfriend, and he had leapt through hoops to win me over. Poems, chocolates, all sorts of sickeningly sweet romantic gestures, making it clear his feelings were genuine. I agreed to a date just to get him off my back. It took a long time to drop my guard around him. A long time. I would yell at him, scream at him, get mad at the slightest thing. But he came back, every time, as loyal as could be. He saw something in me that I didn't. I don't know what my deal was, honestly. I think I hated myself. I didn't let anyone in. I didn't trust anyone to see the real me and expect them to still like what they saw. It was the first time that I saw Marcus get angry with me that won me over. For a long time, he just let me yell and scream and brow-beat him. Finally he had enough. He yelled at me. He got mad. He stood up for himself. He called me out for the BS I was putting him through. He showed me that he was ready to have me for the long haul. I saw the passion he spoke with. I saw him pulsing with emotion. I kissed him on the mouth. I let Marcus in. He was the first man I exposed the real me to. I let him see my emotions, my deepest fears and feelings. It was not smooth sailing from there. I was fiercely protective of him and I was terrified to lose him. I had let him in, I couldn't just lose him. So I became one jealous bitch. Every time I saw him as much as talking to another girl I got mad. When I saw another girl flirting with him I flipped out. I expected him to be loyal to me and only me. And when he didn't commit to me, I dumped him. And when I was away from him, I realized how empty I felt without him. I realized that I was not perfect, that I was still capable of treating him like garbage. So, I took him back. I rewarded his loyalty to me with loyalty to him. I could tell he felt the same way, because he agreed to move with me, to help me pursue my job. As our relationship flourished, the jealous part of me kinda just died out. He married me. That was all the loyalty I needed. These days I could see him talking to another woman and not fume with jealousy. But it had started to reignite as soon as Brandy entered our lives. Knowing my husband had cheated on me reignited those fires of jealousy. But I had grown enough to know that a drunken college mistake was not worth getting angry about. As much as it burned me to know Marcus had kinda cheated on me, I kinda deserved it. I had basically broken up with him, so we weren't technically together. I had been so angry at him for so long, for no good reason really. I guess I deserved some retribution. And now that retribution was personified as Brandy. I really did not like her. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way. I hated that Marcus was obligated to care about her, even though she was a mooch. I hated that my husband had to be loyal to her, because he was her father. I hated that I was jealous! I was jealous of Brandy. I was jealous of the attention she stole from Marcus. I was jealous that she was getting in on the perfect life we had created. I was jealous that Marcus felt loyal enough to her to look past her faults, her many faults. I was jealous that it had taken Brandy so little time to earn that loyalty from him, a loyalty she did not earn like I did. And maybe, just maybe... I was a little jealous of her body. I really didn't like her, but her body was infuriatingly perfect. Brandy was just like those girls in college. Trying to steal Marcus from me. I knew there was something insidious about her. Like she wanted him all to herself. While the girls in college wanted him romantically, this little bitch wanted her 'Daddy' all to herself. Typical young girl, as if everyone owed her something. I was caught in a pickle. I could speak up more and force Marcus to make a tough decision about Brandy. Show that jealous side of me to my husband again, that side that nearly drove us apart. Or, I could show how the years had matured me and made me a bigger person. A more mature person than this little princess now in my home. As much as I wanted Brandy out of the picture, I knew if I did, Marcus would resent me for driving his daughter away. He would resent me for still being the immature girl I used to be. No, I couldn't do that. Marcus had to come to this realization on his own. The realization that Brandy was bad news and needed to be dealt with. And I had to be by his side, a loyal, supportive wife, not a jealous, angry young girl. So I returned home that night. I had a long, mature conversation with Marcus letting him know my feelings about her, but telling him I was wanting to give her a chance. I wanted this to work. I really did. But I couldn't be happy with Brandy the way she was. She needed to grow up. I told him I was willing to defer to his judgment, as he was her father. He agreed, and he said he would make sure she would find work. He would make sure she would grow up. He would make sure he would be the father she needed. ********** (Marcus) Things cooled off for a bit. I explained to Linda that I would personally accompany Brandy to interviews, making sure she was trying to get a job. I told Linda she could try to be nicer and to try to give Brandy a chance. About a week passed, and I had driven Brandy around to a few interviews, but not one of them had panned out. I questioned her on this and she said she must be a bad interviewee, but she was trying. Even though she had had interviews like four times at the mall. And each time she just happened to run into either Alison or Carlee. And each time, she insisted she had gone shopping and bought bags of things after the interview. I wanted to believe her, but I was becoming unsure. Brandy and Linda were cordial, but not exactly friendly. Linda knew that Brandy was putting in the effort, so she was struggling to find something to be mad about. I was doing my best to help them mend fences. And in the meantime, I was completing work on Brandy's bed. It was all coming together. The frame was strong, ornate and big. Perfect for Brandy. While Brandy was out, me and Linda together replaced the old bed with her new one. We set it up, put it all together and got the bed made just in time for Brandy to get home. "Surprise!" We said in unison, me a little bit more happy than Linda was. "Aww! It's perfect." Brandy said, dropping her bags from shopping. She bounded over to the bed and jumped onto it, rolling around, testing its strength. "Thanks Daddy." she said, leaning on her elbow. "And also, we were thinking about going out to dinner, so get ready." Linda said, with a forced smile. "Awesome!" Brandy said, jumping out of bed, grabbing a top from her dresser and running out of the room. I looked over at Linda and she looked back at me. I smiled at her. "You're doing good." I said, giving her a peck on the lips. "You too. You're a good dad. A better dad than I am a mom." Linda said. "It's tough, Linda. I know. But you're getting there." I said to her. "I don't know. Maybe fate is not on my side. Maybe fate was trying to tell me I wasn't meant to be a good mother." she said, tearing up. "Hey. Don't talk like that." I said, pulling her close, kissing her. "I'm ready!" Brandy said, interrupting our moment. She had changed into a low scooped top, again showing off her bountiful chest. As we drove to the restaurant, I knew Linda was feeling a bit down on herself, so I rubbed her leg warmly. Despite the ups and downs of the last few weeks, the fires were still burning strong in the bedroom. We had been going at it as often as ever. I was still feeling a bit handsy as we got to the restaurant. The place was packed, so we were forced to stand in close proximity to each other, all bunched up as we waited for a table, both Linda and Brandy in front of me. Feeling a bit naughty, I reached forward and palmed my wife's butt. I gave it a little squeeze. God, I always loved her butt. It always felt so firm, but today, it felt more firm and perky than usual. She must be working out more. Linda stayed facing forward, not acknowledging what I was doing. I got a bit naughtier, running my hand above the hem of her jeans. I slipped my hand under the hem into her jeans, palmed a bare ass cheek, and gave it a firm squeeze. I teased her ass crack, moving my fingers close to it, wondering why the cheek was uncovered. This struck me as unusual, as Linda always wore underwear. My fingers came across a piece of material between her ass cheeks. A thong. That was weird. Linda didn't own a thong. Before I could figure this out, Linda looked back and said: "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." Then, she walked away. But... my hand was still squeezing an ass-cheek. I looked forward, just as Brandy looked back at me. Then I looked down, and realized the ass I was palming was Brandy's. My daughter. I was palming my daughter's ass. I was playing grab-ass with my daughter! Brandy looked back at me, with no words. No complaints. No screams, as I violated her person. No, she just looked back at me, studying me. Like I was touching fire, I ripped my hand from her jeans and brought it to my waist and looked away. OHHH FUCK! I just palmed my daughter's ass! What the fuck was wrong with me? How could she ever understand? It was a mistake. A total mistake. She must think I'm a monster. "Brandy, I'm sorry, I, uh, thought you..." I stammered. "Its okay." she said with a light smile. I was sweating from my nerves and I prayed Linda didn't notice anything amiss. Before I could react further, Linda had returned smiling and giving me a peck on the cheek. We were bunched up together and it was too loud to maintain a conversation, so I was alone with my thoughts. I looked down at my hand, knowing where it had been. Knowing the last thing it had touched was my daughter's ass. The last thing these fingers had done had run along the thong tucked between her ass-cheeks. I felt like the worst man alive. We finally got called to the table and they had to notice I was being uncharacteristically silent. Brandy sat across from me, and throughout the meal she kept giving me looks but I was far too ashamed to even look at her. I participated minimally in the conversation and mercifully the rest of the meal went by incident free. As I drove home I knew I had to talk to Brandy, and explain myself. I didn't want her to think I was a monster or something. I had to tell her it was a total accident. When we got home we all separated, me to the bathroom, Linda to the kitchen to make a call, and Brandy to her room. I ran water over my face and looked into the mirror. What kind of man was I? I always thought I was a good, upstanding guy. But in the last few weeks, I got off when my daughter saw me cum, I secretly met with my old College fling and got propositioned, and then I accidently palmed my daughter's ass. I had gone off the rails. I had crossed the line. I had to find some way to make everything better. I opened the door, and there stood Brandy, with a sly smile. "Hi Daddy!" she chirped. "Brandy. I, I, I'm so sorry. It was a mistake earlier. I thought you were Linda!" I stammered in a harsh whisper. "It's okay, Daddy. Really." she said, beaming. How could she be okay with this? "I feel awful." I said. "Daddy, I'm not mad." Brandy added. "I just wanted to thank you for the bed. It's awesome!" she added, her breasts jiggling as she bounced around excitedly. "Oh, uh, you're welcome." I replied, confused. "Uh, Brandy, how can you not be bothered by what happened?" "Oh, it was just an accident, like you said. Why would it bother me?" Brandy asked naïvely. "Uh, just... nothing. You're, uh, welcome." I said. She bounced away, unaffected by my unfatherly feeling up of her young body. Maybe she understood. Maybe it was that simple. Maybe I was lucky to have a daughter understanding enough that when her father accidently feels her up, she would understand. Oh God, that is so wrong, I had trouble falling asleep that night, and I felt far too guilty and conflicted to have sex with Linda. So I went to bed that night, my balls uncomfortably swollen, not used to the lack of action. And all I could think about was how good Brandy's ass felt in my hand. *********** (Brandy) I bit down on my pillow as I squirted all over the bed. Just thinking about how Daddy felt me up. How Daddy squeezed my ass cheeks. How he had fingered my crack, running his fingertips along my thong. That was enough to get any girl off, especially a girl like me with a major Daddy-crush. Daddy had stepped up the game. He had taken this to a new level. Cumming in front of your daughter when you catch her watching you have sex is one thing. Deliberately feeling her ass in a public place is another thing altogether. So it was time to step up things a bit. Turn up the heat. Confront him with so much daughterly flesh he had choice but to indulge. Get Linda out of the way. Fuck her over and get her out of the picture so he could realize that all he needed was me. That I could give him everything he ever needed. My clit was getting hard again. And all I could think about was how my ass formed a perfect fit in Daddy's hand. *********** (Marcus) I was at work when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Once I got the chance to check it out I saw I had received a couple texts from Brandy. The first was: "Chek out these pix of me baby!!!!" followed by a URL. The second one said: "Oops. That wasn't meant for you Daddy don't look :)" I fought the urge all day to check out that website. I feared the worst. I feared that she had sexy pictures of herself online, and she was showing them off to guys. I had to look, right? To make sure my daughter was not doing anything inappropriate. But would I be violating her privacy? I had to look. I just had to. Once I got home, I made sure Brandy was holed up in her room and pulled out my laptop. I copied the URL into my browser and loaded the page up nervously. When the page loaded up, my worst fears were met. On this page, someone's personal blog, were pictures of Brandy. And the best thing I could say was that at least they were not nudes. There were pictures of Brandy at parties, drinking, smoking, making out with guys. And it quickly became clear that my daughter was not shy about showing off her body. One picture showed her in a bikini, as she lied back in her seat, smiling cutely, her flat belly exposed for the camera. Another picture had her lifting her skirt above her waist, exposing her thong-clad butt. She had one hand on her butt and the other over her mouth, posing as if she was shy. Another picture had her sitting on a seat, one leg on the seat with the other on the floor, allowing the picture taker to see right up her dress. To see her nether regions, barely covered by her tiny underwear which molded to her, allowing the viewer to see an indent from the puffy lips of her... I shook my head and moved on to the next picture. One which showed Brandy flashing her breasts to a room full of people with her back to the camera. The next had a picture of some guy that looked older than me behind Brandy, his hands on her breasts while he looked smugly into the camera. This made my blood boil. The next had them both sitting on a couch, her head on his shoulder. I got even madder. The next had them making out, his hands arrogantly down her top. The next had him beginning to lower her top down her breasts, just about to expose her for the world to see, no doubt in the very next picture. I was about to click the next picture, to make sure she wasn't exposed, when... "Hey, Daddy." Brandy said, emerging from the kitchen behind me. Like a teenager being caught looking at porn I quickly clicked away from this page to my homepage, hoping she didn't see what I was looking at. But as she plopped down across in the loveseat across the room, she looked over at me arrogantly. She held one finger out and waved it back and forth, like a teacher scolding a child. "Brandy, it's, uh, it's not what you think..." I started. "It's my fault. I sent you that link. I should have known you would want to... check up on me." she said, wrapping her lips around the straw of her drink. I made an excuse to leave the room, once again fiercely embarrassed. I had done nothing to show Brandy I was not the pervy dad she might think I was. I was a good dad. Right? ************ (Brandy) Daddy was getting so hot for me. He was feeling me up, scoping out my sexy pictures, cumming when I saw his great big fat cock. He clearly wanted me, desperately. He was just too afraid to admit it yet. But once Linda was out of the picture, I could make him mine for good. Linda was starting to become a real nuisance. She was starting to ruin a good thing. Why couldn't she just be okay with me lounging around all day, looking pretty? That would have made this so much easier. But no, she was forcing me to do job interviews. Luckily, I was smart enough to completely tank them. As if a girl like me had to work. But this whole wife situation was annoying the fuck out of me. I needed to get her off my ass so Daddy could get into mine. I had to get Linda on edge. I knew she was close to losing her shit with me. This close to just fucking going off on me. Maybe even coming after me. And we both knew Daddy would get between us, protecting his pretty daughter from his shrew of a wife. I had to drive Linda nuts. Fucking insane from jealously. And I had the perfect plan. "Hey Linda..." I questioned, walking into the living room one morning, while Daddy was at work, as she was doing some work from home. "Yes, Brandy?" Linda asked, looking over her old lady glasses. "I know it's been... weird between us. So I want to make amends. I want us to bond." I told her. "Oh, uh...that's great." Linda said with a smile. "So I wanted to ask you something, something girls ask their mothers all the time." I began. "Sure." Linda said happily. I smiled and let my robe slip from my shoulders. Under it, all I had on was my skimpiest, nastiest, sexiest bikini. A tiny white little number made of strings. Tiny white patches covered my nipples but left the rest of my huge, jiggling tits exposed. The poor little strings digging into my shoulders were so fucking overworked. My bottoms were a thong obviously, the tiny little patch ever so barely covering my sweet little snatch. I gave Linda a spin, exposing my firm, fit back, and my perfect, round ass cheeks to my bitch of a step-mother. I was fucking dripping wet at this. "Do you like it?" I asked with a sweet smile. I looked at Linda as I faced her. I saw the heat in her eyes as she consumed my rocking body with a harsh, meaningful glare. This bitch fucking hated me! I loved it! I loved how she saw my barely encased tits. My flat belly. My nearly exposed cunt. My perfect ripe ass. And then she would fume with jealously. Ha! This stupid bitch thought the reason she hated me was because of my laziness. As if! This bitch hated me because of my hot fucking body, a body an old lady like her could only dream of having. She wanted me gone because she didn't want Daddy consuming my tasty assets. She consumed my assets with wide eyes. I hoped for Daddy's sake I wasn't turning his wife into a drooling lesbo! Tastes Like Candy Ch. 03 (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) (Marcus) I wasn't in my daughter's bedroom anymore. I was in my college apartment. It was the early nineties, almost twenty years prior to now. I distinctly remember the Yvonne song playing on the stereo at the time, as at this point she was at the peak of her career. The song was ringing through my ears and I had to wonder how it came to be playing here, as I was never really a fan. I realized that Regina must have brought the CD with her. She must have slipped it in the CD player when she got the chance. But none of this really mattered. I was drunk, and I was fixating on something small, barely taking in the bigger thing going on at the moment. Regina Slater was riding my cock. I remembered every part of that entire day now, clear as never before. Looking back, I had always remembered being completely shattered by Linda breaking up with me. But now, seeing that memory clearly, I was surprised to see I wasn't as completely numb to the world as I thought. Sure, I was broken up. Sure I was down. But not completely destroyed. It was probably because I knew deep down... we weren't broken up. "If you won't agree to this, then THIS..." Linda had said, slipping the engagement ring off her finger, "is DONE!" she added, slamming the ring onto the table. That was the last thing she had said to me, before walking back. It was like I was watching a movie of this. Looking at it, I could see that she wasn't breaking up with me. I knew how her mind worked. She was just saying unless I met her demands, there was no point getting married yet. And I kinda knew that too. What had gotten me down was that I hadn't heard from Linda for over a week. That was what was freaking me out. That was what was causing me to think that maybe I was wrong. That maybe we were broken up after all. So I wasn't completely destroyed, but I was a bit freaked out. I just wanted a calm, normal night, to calm my nerves and my worries. I thought we weren't broken up, but I was getting more and more freaked out the longer I didn't hear from her. That is why I went to the bar that night. It didn't take me long to get to my second beer. I was sitting at the bar and even though I got through my drinks fast I was not eager to get drunk. Just a light buzz. I rarely got drunk as I was typically smart enough to avoid losing control. I was about to stop when I felt the light hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at the person, and that was the first time I met the mother of my child. Regina Slater stood next to me, smiling cutely. But any cuteness about her was hidden by her outfit. An outfit that was just fucking indecent. Her tank top was cream colored and molded to her fit torso and her expansive chest. Her boobs were huge! Just gigantic, and her low-cut top really showed them off. They were so big the cleavage formed naturally, and her cleavage was a fucking canyon. A creamy, juicy canyon of tan flesh. And they were unbelievably perky. They just jutted out from her chest, stretching out her tight top. Enough about Regina's tits. That would be disrespecting the rest of her body. Her mini-skirt was practically offensive, barely, and I mean barely going lower than her ass. This left the rest of her legs exposed. I wasn't a leg man, but damn, her legs were insane. Long and firm, and bare, and the way her high heels made her firm muscles in her legs flex was incredible. If I wasn't buzzed, I wouldn't have been so blatant with my staring, but Regina was the type of girl to invite ogling. She wasn't offended at all. Her teeth were shining brightly, and her eyes were flashing with mischief. Eyes that were very familiar. Brandy had the same eyes. The same crystal blue eyes, the same dark eyelashes, the same thin eyebrows. Regina shared similarities to her daughter, but in a way that was hard to quantify. Their eyes gave away their relation, but other than that they were different in small ways, at least looks wise. Both had similar features, both had plump lips and thin, cute noses. Both had cute dimples when they smiled. Sure, they had similar naughty smiles, but my dose of genes was enough to make them look distinctly different. It was their actions, their mannerisms that helped make you realize that they were related. "You okay? You look a little down?" Regina asked, sitting down in the vacant seat next to me, smoothing her dress over her thighs. "I think my girlfriend broke up with me." I said, confiding in this stranger. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked. "Uh... sure, why not?" I said. "You wanna buy me a drink?" she said with a smile. "Yeah, okay." I said with a laugh, signaling the bartender. I knew it was a bad idea to encourage an obvious slut like her, but what the hell, she seems like fun. Not fun in a sweaty tangle of limbs way. Just fun. Anyway... she proceeded to order an exceedingly expensive drink, but I was too buzzed to care. "So what happened?" she asked, sipping her drink. Over the next few minutes, I explained everything. Every argument. Every demand. At the end, I asked her opinion: "Was that a break up? Was she telling me she wanted to break up?" I asked, now starting my fourth drink. "Oh yeah. Definitely." Regina said. This caused my heart to drop. If someone else thought Linda broke up with me, then maybe my assumptions weren't over exaggerated. Maybe I was a single man. I could see my thought process, and I was also watching the scene unfold. It was strange. I saw the little things Regina did to flirt with me. Agreeing with me, exposing her neck, playing with her hair, rubbing my thigh. But the young, immature, easily manipulated me fell for this, hook, line and sinker. I knew she was flirting but it felt good to be hit on by such a gorgeous girl. She was the hottest girl who had ever shown interest in me. I knew that I was in her crosshairs, that what she wanted was to end up spending the night together, but I didn't care. I wasn't thinking clearly at all. At this point, I didn't even know this girl's name. I wondered now if she did that on purpose because she had such a well known reputation. I will compliment her on one thing, other than her looks, legs and tits: she could hold her booze. She drank each drink down and she seemed unaffected. She had encouraged me to move on to harder drinks, and she had gotten me trashed. So I didn't fight back when she insisted she take me home. I didn't say anything at all. All I could do was stare at her rack. And she was happy to let me. She scratched my scalp with her nails lovingly as she walked me to her car. "You like them, don't you?" Regina asked. "Huh?" I grunted. "My tits. You can't stop staring at them." Regina said with a giggle. "Oh, uh, shorry." I slurred out. "No, it's okay. I like when boys stare at them. Do you like them?" Regina asked. "Theirrr big!" I said drunkenly. "Well, I tell you what, Marcus. If you just relax and let me drive you home without fighting me, I'll let you see them. Deal?" Regina bargained, opening up the passenger seat on her car. "Their DD's by the way." "Ooooookay!" I agreed, smiling like an idiot, giving her a thumbs up. I suddenly got dizzy and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. I sensed her presence in the driver's seat by the wave of perfume that hit my nose. "What's your name by the way?" I asked, looking over at her. "I'm Regina. Regina Slater." That name sounded familiar, but my mind was a swirl. Before I knew it, I was being zoomed home. Before I knew it, the back of my head hit my pillow. Before I knew it, Regina's gigantic bare pillows were smothering my face. Before I knew it, Regina was riding my cock. But I wasn't enjoying it. Not that Regina was bad, far from it. In fact, she was the best I had ever had. Her pussy was shockingly tight, her boobs were ridiculously big, and her stamina was off the charts. Then, I figured it out. I realized why I was barely enjoying this sex. The damn condom I was wearing really restricted the pleasure. I fucking hated wearing them and Linda had gone on the pill so we never bothered with them. I had told Regina I didn't have one, and she had said that was okay. She said she was on the pill. I insisted that I needed one, and luckily, she had produced one from her purse. I didn't remember how uncomfortable I found them. I could barely feel anything. Finally, I had enough. I rolled her off of me, grabbed my dick, and tossed the condom aside. "I can't wear that fucking thing anymore." I growled. "It's okay. I like it better this way." she said with a smile, spreading her legs, exposing the triangle of hair just above her vagina. I looked up her smooth flat belly, to her huge, creamy tits, sitting on her chest, nearly as big as her daughter's. I looked up to her face, a face which reminded me of Brandy. Same bedroom eyes. Same cocky smile. I leapt into her arms and stuck my tongue down her throat. My hands went to her tits and squeezed them roughly, humping away at her, searching for her vagina. She reached down and guided me home. Despite the fact that I knew she was a huge slut, her pussy was fantastically tight. Like her daughter's. It felt so fucking good, so much better than it did with the condom on. "Marcus, baby..." Regina gasped, whispering into my ear as we humped against each other. "I really want you to cum in me. I want to feel it." "You're on the pill, right?" I asked, making sure. "Of course." she said, smiling smugly. "But imagine if I wasn't." she began, whispering into my ear, "Imagine if this was just you and me, no pills, no bullshit. Imagine if you shot that huge fucking load in my pussy. Imagine if you got me pregnant, and how hot that would be." "What?" I asked, confused, slowing my pace. "Don't worry, baby. It's just a fantasy. You might think it's weird, but... I like to pretend I'm getting knocked up when a guy cums inside me. Do you mind if you could, like... play along? Pretend you're knocking me up?" Regina asked coyly. "Uh, okay." I said drunkenly, eager to get back to good fucking. "Oh, fuck Marcus! Do it! Drive into me! Knock up your little slut!" Regina screamed out. "Uh, yeah!" I stammered, not sure what to do. "C'mon, baby, play along." Regina gasped. "Uh, yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so good! I'm gonna fill you up with my jizz. I'm gonna give you a baby." I said, not confident at talking dirty. To avoid having to talk more, I scooped her huge breast into my hand and began to suck on the nipple. "Nastier, baby!" Regina begged as my tongue worked circles over her nipple. Eager to placate her strange fetish, I turned up the heat a bit. "I'm gonna knock you up you little slut! You fucking whore! I'm gonna shoot my load deep inside you, where it'll mix with your eggs, and make a baby." I said. "Oh, fuck! Your huge dick's perfect for the job baby!" Regina screamed out. "I'm gonna get you pregnant! Make you a little knocked up slut! I'll be the father of your children!" I screamed out, my pace picking up. "OH, FUCK! Marcus, I want you to give me a baby. I want to be your knocked up slut! I want you to make my tits full of milk! I want to nurse you like I will our baby! I want us to be together forever!" Regina moaned out. For some reason, this nasty talk sent shivers through me, taking me closer to the edge. "AHHH, FUCK!" I moaned out, knowing the end was near. "Give me that fucking cum! Don't keep any for your fucking girlfriend!" Regina said. "Whuh?" I muttered, her words echoing through my drunken haze. "Your girl doesn't have tits like these, does she? Your girl doesn't fuck like this, does she? You don't want to give your girl a baby. You want to give me your baby, not your stupid fucking girlfriend!" Regina moaned out. "You said she broke up with me, right?" I grunted out, still driving into her on pure instinct. "Oh, Marcus, we both know she was still your girlfriend, but that was before you saw my huge tits. Now, you are mine." Regina said, wrapping her legs around me tightly. I was too drunk to stop fucking. I was too drunk to care. "Oh baby, be mine! Oh honey, take my... body and say, you'll always be mine." Regina sang out, along with the song, then got distracted by the pleasure she was feeling. "Oh fuck, do it, Marcus! Do it! Cum inside me! Make me cum! Give me your baby! OHHHH FFUCCCKKK YESSSSSSS!" Regina screamed out, her cunt spasming around my thick cock, which took me over the edge. I was on top of her. Her legs were at her sides. I realized I was in control of this situation. I could have played it safe and just pulled out and cum on her tits or something. But I didn't. I buried my cock to the balls, deep inside her, just as I began to spurt. "AWWW, FUCCCKKKK! REGIIIIINNNNNAAAA!" I moaned out, my cock firing a giant load deep into her fertile body. The pleasure made me start to feel dizzy, almost ready to pass out. My face fell to her breast, seeking comfort wherever I could find it. All I could think was that it was a good thing she was on the pill. The last thing I heard before I passed out for the night was Regina's sexy whisper in my ear: "Congratulations, Marcus. You're gonna be a daddy." Looking back, the truth was obvious. It was obvious she wasn't on the pill. It was obvious she wanted me to knock her up. If I was sober I would have known better. But she fetishized the act as much as I seemed to do now. I never had before that occasion. Maybe it was her nasty words in my ear that had imprinted into my mind. Maybe it was that night of passion that created the fetish I grew to have now. Maybe it was that night that created the idea in my mind that the act of breeding was immeasurably sexy to me. Maybe it was that night that associated impregnation with incredible pleasure for me. Maybe it was that night that put me here at this point. Maybe it was because of that night, that one night of passion that made the idea of knocking up my own daughter sound so... fucking... hot! In some weird sort of logic, I could say that in some twisted way, Regina deserved my baby. She was so fucking hot, and on a purely instinctual level, she was the most viable mate I had ever come across. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. She had the biggest tits, the best ass, the sexiest legs I had ever seen on a woman, and quite frankly, she was the best fuck of my life. The problem was, she was the biggest skank in school and probably dozens of guys had plowed her like I had. Despite that, she was the best choice to have a child with, because genetics were on her side. I had to admit, she was more beautiful than Linda. More voluptuous than Linda. Sexier than Linda. If you had to choose to make a baby with either Regina or Linda, if you had to make a choice about what woman would give you the best child, despite all of her negatives, Regina would be that choice. But now, I had met someone sexier than even Regina. Someone that was superior to Regina, a young girl, with bigger tits than Regina had by a fair amount. Somehow, I had met a woman with an even better ass, even smoother skin, an even tighter pussy. A more beautiful face. A woman deserving of my attention, for so many reasons, a girl more deserving of my attention more than any other. A shining beacon of superior genetics. The problem was, those genetics were my own. And Regina's. The sexiest woman I had ever seen was my own daughter. The hottest woman I had ever met, my daughter, was asking me to fill her up with cum and give her a baby. Any man would be lucky to have a goddess like her begging him to knock her up. On a purely physical level, she was more deserving of my seed, more than Linda, by far. More than even Regina was. This had happened once before, and I had done the deed. I planted the seed. I made a baby. Would history repeat itself? ********** I was back in my daughter's bedroom, her naked below me, my hands holding down her wrists, my dick buried in her wet cunt, throbbing due to the memories of my night with Brandy's mother. She looked up at me, waiting for me to come to a decision. But it felt like my body had already made its decision. I had begun to drive into her slowly as I reminisced on my night with Regina. I should know better. I had made this mistake before. But the temptation was too fucking much. Having sex with this teenage hottie, this stacked young babe, and the mere possibility of being able to knock this slut up was too much for me to take. I had had bareback sex with three women in my life, Linda, Regina, and now... Brandy. Linda was my wife, and unfortunately, the chances of breeding with her were nonexistent. Regina was a one night stand, but that night had done the trick. So in the one opportunity I had to knock up a fertile woman, I pulled it off. I got the job done. And it was indescribably good. The feeling was just... amazing. Shooting your load into a woman and knowing you could be making her pregnant was just so fucking hot to me. It didn't matter who the woman was. Black, white, old, young. A stranger or... your daughter. I was a beast. A sex crazed animal. A slave to my own desires. A slave to my own fetishes. I was drunk on pleasure. And if I was sober, if I was thinking clearly, I would know better. But my balls were full, my cock was smothered with tight cunt. I couldn't say no. I began to drive into my daughter, giving her the full length of my cock, from knob to root. I matched her speed from before, not fucking like a beast, but fucking achingly slow. I was starting to realize that in some ways, this was so much better. "OH YES DADDY! GO FASTER BABY!" Brandy begged. "You'll get what I give you, bitch!" I growled. "Hahaha, FUCK! I LOVE IT DADDY!" Brandy said, beating my back in pleasure "Take me however you want." She added, flexing her cunt around me, milking me. I looked down at her cunt stretched to the max around my throbbing meat. I watched as my cock pulled out, soaked in her cunt-juice, then back in, at a snail's pace. In... out... in... out... in... out... in... out... in... And Brandy's reaction to this: "Ughh!" "Fuck!" "Shit!" "Oh, soo good!" "I love it!" "I'm close!" "I'm gonna cum!" "If you bury it in me one more time I'm gonna cum!" "OHHH, FUCCCKKKKK YESSSSSSSSS!" It was as soon as my balls hit her ass. As soon as the root of my cock felt the warm embrace of my daughter's tight cunt that set her off. Her nails scratched my back as her cunt flexed against me, massaging my dick, milking it, just... about...sending...me ...over...the...edge. "AHHHHHHH! FUUCCCKKKKKK! I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" I screamed out, flexing my ass, driving into her. There was no time to change my mind. It was too late. My cock spurted hot cum deep into my daughter's cunt. "OHHHH! I FEEL IT!" Brandy screamed, cumming again. I just felt my dick firing again and again, shooting my cum into my own daughter. Brandy held my scalp with one hand and put the other on my ass, assisting me in driving into her, holding my clenched ass cheek as I shot my seed as deep as I could. "I love it Daddy! I love it!" Brandy gasped. "UGHHHHH! GOD!" I screamed, the pleasure overwhelming, tears coming from my eyes. I just kept cumming. I had never cum this hard, not even close. Nothing felt even near to the pleasure that I felt cumming in my daughter's cunt. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 03 It went on and on, the pleasure indescribable. I felt my cum splashing around inside her. Finally, mercifully, after what seemed like five minutes, my balls were empty. I began to remove my cock slowly. I looked down just in time to see the tip emerge from its tight confines, a single band of cum stretching between the tip of my dick and her cunt. I fell to the side, exhausted. Both Brandy and I lied on our backs, catching our breaths. "Daddy, that was amazing. Just what I needed." Brandy said, staring at the ceiling. But I couldn't reply. The truth was crashing down on me. The gravity of what I had done. I had just had sex with my own daughter! My own flesh and blood! I had crossed that line. I was that type of guy now. I wasn't just a bad daddy now. I was a horrible father. The lowest of the low. The worst of the worst. Good fathers don't fuck their daughters. Most bad fathers don't fuck their daughters. Fathers shouldn't fuck their daughters! But I did. I did something so horrible. So awful. I had crossed the line. I wasn't just bad. I was evil. What kind of man was I? What kind of father was I? What kind of husband was I? I had just fucking cheated on my wife! With my daughter! I felt the bile rise in my throat. I had to rush from the room. I was going to be sick. *********** I was numb. I lied in my own bed and I knew no sleep was happening even though I was exhausted. It was night now, as it had been when I left Brandy's room. After we had... I fucked my daughter! I was an awful person. Even though she spurred this whole thing on, I could have escaped. I could have walked away. I could have not cum deep in her cunt! I knew it was wrong. I knew it was all wrong, but I let it happen anyway. I let my daughter seduce me. I let us have sex. And I had participated. I had been as into it as she had been. I had the choice of where to cum, and I could have chosen anywhere, but I chose to cum deep in her wet, fertile pussy. Why did my dick jump when I thought that? Why did it turn me on to think of my daughter knocked up with my child? Why did it turn me on to think of her young, voluptuous body, and how, no doubt, she was a prime candidate to be knocked up? Okay, I admit it: my daughter was extremely attractive. Extremely hot. Extremely sexy. Her body was out of this world. Her tits were huge. Her ass was to die for. I know I'm her dad and I shouldn't notice these things, but I had. That didn't give me the right to do what I did. To have sex with her. Even though she had instigated it. Even though she had seduced me! I had participated, and as her father, I should know better. I was a failure of a father. My job was to prepare her to be a productive member of society, to teach her to be kind and generous and humble, and to protect her from the darker side of life. But I hadn't. I had indulged her. Indulged her nasty vices. Indulged her nasty fetishes, and in the process, indulged my own. I had taken advantage of my daughter's sluttiness in order to satisfy my own deep-seeded dark urges. I had dark thoughts of what to do next. Dark thoughts, of maybe ending it all. Of escaping this void of guilt I had just created. Of escaping the damage I had wrought upon my daughter, and my wife, and my life. But I knew I would never do that. I couldn't go through with it. It really was her fault. She had started this. Ever since she had shown up in my life she had caused nothing but trouble. But she didn't know better. If I had been around. If I had guided her, I could have taught her better. But I didn't, and now look at her. A well-fucked slut thanks to her own father. This really wasn't her fault. It was my fault. All of this, all of this trouble was through one bad choice I had made. I went home with Regina Slater. I allowed myself to fuck her, even though, like Brandy, she had instigated it. I cheated on my future wife, even though we were technically broken up, but I knew we would end up together in the end. I had made a mistake. And because of that mistake, I had a child. Brandy. My child. The only piece of me that would live on once I was gone. The greatest thing any man could accomplish was having a child, and I had done it, by mistake. Sure, she turned out a bit rotten, but that was probably due to how she was raised. Or maybe it was just her nature. But I do know this: she would have been better if I had been there for her. I just know it. She had the potential to be my greatest accomplishment. But she wasn't. She had become a skank. And that was my fault. I wasn't there. I had the potential of having a piece of me live on and have her turn out to be something special. I had taken my greatest accomplishment and thrown it away. My greatest accomplishment was... Brandy. My daughter. That might have been the most impactful thing I did in my life. Not marrying Linda. Not coaching, or teaching. Brandy. My daughter. So... maybe the mistake wasn't what I thought. Maybe the mistake wasn't cheating on Linda, because if I hadn't I wouldn't have a child. Maybe the mistake was... not seeing where a relationship with Regina would have taken me. I played this thought out. Me and Linda had been volatile to say the least. Maybe I should have taken that as a sign we weren't meant to be. It was clear that since I cheated that maybe deep down there was some part of me that needed to be satisfied in a way that Linda couldn't. Even though Regina was a slut, we seemed very compatible sexually. It was clear now we shared many of the same kinks in bed. And apparently our bodies were very compatible, as I knocked her up in one shot. Sure, I had enjoyed the sex, but I knew it was only a one-night stand. Even though I had the best sex of my life up to that point with her I didn't pursue it any further. I knew a sex based relationship was not for the best. But maybe, I was wrong. Clearly, a part of me enjoyed nasty sex, considering I had just fucked my own daughter. Maybe... I was meant for someone more like Regina, a person I was compatible with sexually. Even though I loved Linda, maybe nature was telling me it wasn't meant to be. We were sexually active, but she could not conceive, something that was very important to me. But Regina did. What I had done with Regina was on a different level. I had enjoyed it immensely and she gave me what I wanted that night. And she had accomplished that in one night, where Linda couldn't do it in 18 years. Maybe that's a sign. Regina gave me what I had always wanted. But I wasn't there for her. I wasn't there for my daughter. I was with Linda. I lived my life with her. Even though I said all the right things, the truth was... it ate away at me that I never had children. I always wanted a whole litter of kids. I had sacrificed that desire to be with Linda. I had sacrificed what I really wanted to be with her. So here I was, 40 years old... unsatisfied. I was unsatisfied. Things should be great, but I wasn't truly happy. Truly fulfilled. The closest I had ever come were those first few days with Brandy and Linda. But it wasn't the same. I hadn't been there with Brandy, my child, for her entire life. I missed out on that. Like the rest of my adulthood, my urge to raise a child was unsatisfied. But Brandy and Linda could not mix. It wasn't going to last with both of them around. Now I had to choose. Linda was great. She was my wife, my lover, my soul-mate. She was beautiful, and the sex was good. She had matured into a great woman, an effective member of society. Brandy was... something. She was bratty. She was lazy. She would probably never work a day in her life. But she was beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy. She was my daughter. And she had become my... lover. And the sex was the best I had ever had. Her body was to die for. Her tits were incredible. Her ass was amazing. She fucked like a lioness. She could suck dick like she was built for it. She was a real slut. I knew that now. My daughter was a slut. A disgusting fucking whore. A skank who would fuck her own father to get what she wanted. And she wanted me all to herself. She wanted Linda gone. Out of the picture. I knew that now. I should just toss Brandy out. Maybe I had gotten whatever it is I had, this disgusting desire for my own daughter, out of my system. Maybe I could toss her out to the street like the whore she was now and maintain the loving relationship I had with my wife. But that just felt wrong. Not only did it feel wrong kicking my own daughter out, disowning her, it felt wrong because of the bond we shared. A connection I had never felt with anyone before, not Linda, not anyone. I felt a bond that was more than a father-daughter bond. I felt a bond connecting my still throbbing dick to her tight cunt. If I decided to choose with my dick, I would choose Brandy. But my dick shouldn't be all that matters, right? However, I had chosen with my dick one time before, and that time led me to getting the greatest gift a man could receive: a child. Maybe that was my body trying to tell me something my mind didn't want to hear. That maybe my dick knew what it was doing. Maybe my dick knew what was best for me. I couldn't believe I was even considering this. I had fucked my daughter, and it was incredible. But she was my daughter. It was so wrong, even though it's what she wanted. She loved getting fucked. She loved me fucking her. It was her decision to fuck me. If it was up to me I never would have instigated anything. I swear. But she made the decision, not me. She took control of the situation. She ran the show. I shouldn't be feeling the guilt. She should. But she didn't. How could she do that? How could she be so unaffected by the fact that she had just had sex with her own father? That she begged her own father to knock her up? She was clearly operating on a different level than I was. I had to confront the guilt head on. I had fucked my daughter. I had checked out her body from the first time I had met her. I couldn't help it, her body was that incredible. I didn't want to, her body was too good not to look at. But it had escalated and then I fucked her and had the best sex of my life. What I did with Linda didn't compare. I spanked my daughter's hot ass, choked her with my dick, fucked her tight pussy and came deep inside her. I did as much damage as possible and she seemed okay with it. She seemed unaffected. So, if it didn't bother her, what's the problem? She's an adult. So am I. But it seemed so wrong. So nasty. So filthy. So forbidden. So kinky. So... hot. Why did the thought of fucking my daughter turn me on so much? Was it the naughtiness of the situation? The filthiness of the sex? The excellence of the fucking? Or was it simply that she was a young fucking hottie with an incredible body that was amazing at sex? And did the taboo of daddy-daughter fucking make the sex even better? Okay, fine, I enjoyed the sex with Brandy. But what now? How do I get out of this mess? Was there a way to save my family? Because it seemed like there was no way out of this. I loved Linda. I did. But sometimes, she could be a bit shrill. A bit judgmental. A bit... barren. Brandy, she was young. She was energetic, her whole life ahead of her. She was gorgeous. She was sexy. She was fertile. She was built to get fucked. She was built to be pregnant. If I hadn't gotten the job done, someone else would. I had to choose. Would I go on with my wife and give up on my daughter? Give up on the one part of me that would live on when I was gone to maintain the status quo? Or... try something different and pursue this thing with Brandy? Maybe make something out of her yet. Maybe Brandy was right. Maybe she could change. Maybe she just needed some fatherly discipline. Maybe I could make her into a productive member of society. What was my future with Linda? Growing old together, doing the same old thing that we have been doing? It would be fun, but a bit... boring. I would be happy, but not satisfied. Nothing with me and her would change from what it was now. Good jobs, good times, good sex. Things would be just that: good. Except with Brandy, it could be something more. She was my daughter. A new experience I had very little experience in. I could make up for lost time with her and bond with her in a new way. A real father-daughter relationship. But if I chose her, sex would be definitely happening again. Mind-blowing, fucked up nasty sex with my own daughter. Sex that was better than any sex I ever had with Linda. Every aspect of Brandy was better. She would enable me to get the full experience of being a parent. She was younger. She was hotter. She had bigger tits. She had a hotter ass. She fucked better. The only two negatives were her laziness and the fact that, you know, she was my daughter. Laziness can be changed. You could grow out of that. The daughter thing wouldn't change. But, I had already done it. I had crossed that line. What more harm would it be if I did it again? The main pros for Linda were that she was my wife, and she was a lot more of a contributor to society. Although, she wasn't exactly changing the world with her work. Her main pro was that we had twenty years of built up loyalty to each other. Twenty years of closeness. Through the good and the bad. But how close can you be if your wife couldn't give you what you always wanted? A child. I know it sounds horrible, nevertheless it was the truth. And it wasn't just that. There were those moments that let me know she had issues that hadn't fully been exorcised yet. Those times where the old her emerged. Brandy was new. She was fresh. She was interesting. She could give me everything I wanted. Children. The dream of being a parent. Incredible sex. A life of new things, no more of the status quo. It all boiled down to one question: What kind of man was I? Was I a loyal, loving husband? Or was I a dirty fucker who wanted to pursue a sexual relationship with my own daughter? I had been there once already. Was that my answer? Was I the asshole father who bangs his slut daughter with the big tits? I didn't feel evil. I didn't feel like a monster. But what made me do it? What made me fuck my daughter? Why wasn't this choice obvious? Why was I looking for a justification to continue fucking my daughter? Any normal person would make this decision instantly! Maybe I wasn't normal. Maybe... maybe it wasn't my fault. Maybe it wasn't Brandy's either. Maybe it was genetics. Maybe there was something deep inside us that craved what we did. Nasty, dangerous, vigorous sex. Maybe that barrier that existed in most people didn't exist in us, in people like us. That barrier that would prevent most people from even considering sex with someone in their own family. Maybe that was the problem. It was in our nature. Two people with such similar natures, similar kinks, similar desires... it was hard to keep people like that apart forever. Somehow, someway, fate brought us together. The connection was there, one beyond just a father and daughter, a connection deeper than I had ever felt with Linda. A connection we both felt from the moment we met. A connection that, deep down, let us both know that my dick would end up in her tight pussy eventually, despite the fact we were related. From the beginning I had noticed her... sexually. I had noticed her tits. Her ass. Her gorgeous face. Despite my better judgment, I had noticed her. I had felt that connection, despite the fact we were father and daughter. Maybe... it was just meant to be. I sat up on the edge of the bed, still nude, covered with dried sweat. The room was dark, the shadows cast long across the floor form the streetlights outside. My dick was hardening at the thought of my daughter, in the next room, waiting for me to take her again. I just knew she would be waiting. I could feel it. I knew exactly how she thought. I arrived at that question again. Would I stay loyal to my wife, who I had loved for twenty years and had loved me even more, or would I go for this knew thing, this relationship with Brandy? Would I allow my dick to make the choice for me? Did my dick know what was best for me all along? Did my dick know I might have really belonged with Regina, and was meant to start a family with her? Was my dick telling me to fuck Brandy again and ditch my wife in favor of my hot-bodied daughter? Was my dick telling me that was the right choice, because, God, each throb through my dick made that feel more and more like it was the right call? Was I a loving husband, or an incestuous father? What kind of man was I? *********** (Brandy) Daddy was such a good fuck. I knew he would be. I just knew it. It took a lot of work, a lot of work. It took a lot of glances at my body to get him to fuck me, and for a moment, I was worried he wouldn't take our relationship to the next level. I was worried he wouldn't fuck me. But he did!!!!!! Daddy fucked me! And it was fucking incredible. Daddy was the best fuck of my life. The feeling of his cum deep inside my cunt was indescribable. He fucked the shit out of me. He beat the hell out of my ass. I wouldn't be able to sit down comfortably for a week! But I had learned my lesson. And Daddy learned his. I knew Daddy would be coming back. I just knew it. That's why I was still wide awake even though it was late at night. That's why I was still naked lying in a sweaty heap on my bed. That's why my finger was circling my clit, keeping myself ready for Daddy's return. He was probably feeling guilty, you know, for the whole fucking his daughter thing. But the most important thing to him was that I was good pussy. Any man will find a way to get as much pussy as possible. He probably had to find a way to not blame himself, to not feel guilty. Once he figured it out he would be back here, pounding me into oblivion. This went on for, like, hours. Hours of silence. Hours of me waiting in the dark, rubbing myself. Hours of me waiting for my daddy to return. But I had no doubt he would be coming. And once he did, he would be cumming. I sensed movement, so I looked to the open doorway. Bathed in shadow stood a figure. A tall, studly figure. I couldn't see his face, but his identity was obvious. His frame looked familiar. His big 'Daddy' muscles looked familiar. And that throbbing piece of meat hanging between his legs, visible to me in silhouette, looked very familiar. This 'mystery man' stood there looking at me, studying me. I just looked back while still touching myself. This went on for a few moments before he stepped inside. I removed my fingers from my tight cunt and spread my legs in anticipation. I knew what was about to happen. *********** (Linda) I hadn't been this pissed in years. I was literally shaking with rage. That insolent little bitch! She tried sabotaging my work, my livelihood, my coworkers, and for what? Did she want me out of the picture? Did she want her father to herself? I don't know. I was pissed as I drove 300 miles to pick up another copy of the info that was sent to me. It was all confidential information, blueprints and stuff like that, stuff that couldn't be faxed, and it was enough of a hassle to get the business I was working with to send it over the first time. Luckily, they were understanding and I was able to get my contact to draft me up another copy and wait for me to arrive. I had planned to get a hotel room and leave early in the morning but I eventually thought, fuck it, I'll head home now. All I could think about was Brandy. I had never been this angry with someone. I never liked her. Never trusted her. But Marcus was blinded by his fatherly instinct. He was blinded by the fact that he thought it was his duty to help her, but, as cold as it sounds, it really wasn't. They were practically strangers, no fault of his, and they had been apart so long that it was too late for a natural father-daughter relationship to form. They could be acquaintances maybe, but not the parent and child that I think they both hoped to be. It was too late for that. Only a brat like Brandy would expect otherwise. Tastes Like Candy Ch. 03 And she was a brat. A spoiled little bitch that thought sunshine came from her ass and that she deserved the best in life. She felt entitled to it. And the way that little slut dressed, like a fucking skank, her mother should be ashamed, and her mother was no better. Brandy knew that those slutty clothes, that little girl act could work on a lot of people, but not us. Not me. Not Marcus. I was making good time home. I was about 90 minutes away when disaster struck. CRACK! Something in the engine popped and smoke began to billow from my engine. I was forced to pull over on the side of the highway, the dark, kinda scary highway. "SHIT!" I screamed out, nearly feeling the rage overwhelming me. I breathed deep and calmed myself down. This was the last thing I needed. I knew any fix was beyond my expertise so I called for a tow. After I made that call I began to call Marcus, at home, hoping he would be able to pick me up even though it was the middle of the night. As the phone began to ring, I wondered how mad he would be. I hated to see him angry at me. Would he be mad at being awakened? Mad at me for forcing him to choose between me and his daughter? Mad that he couldn't have his daughter around anymore? I knew he would choose me. I knew it. There was no doubt. We had been together for years, not strangers like him and Brandy. I had earned his love. And plus, the truth about Brandy was out. She was evil. A nasty piece of work. Marcus could have no illusions about Brandy now. And now that he knew, the decision was practically made for him. Marcus knew exactly what type of girl his daughter was. *********** (Marcus) The phone began to ring, but I didn't answer it. I was too busy fucking my daughter. I was on top of her, pounding into her as fast as I could, driving into her with blinding speed, fucking her cunt as hard as possible. "FUCCCKKKK, DADDDDYYYYYY!" Brandy moaned out, her voice warbling, her legs in the air around my hips, allowing my cock to get into her as deep as possible. The thumping of our hips echoed through the room in the natural rhythm of deep fucking. I didn't care that she was my daughter. It didn't bother me anymore. She was too good at fucking for me to resist. She was too fucking sexy to be worried about such trivial things as incest and adultery. Our bond was deeper than that. It was in our blood. It was our genetics. It was our fate to do this. And who I am to resist the will of fate? "Your cunt feels so good baby!" I moaned out. The feeling of snugness surrounding my cock was fucking incredible. "That's why you're choosing me, right Daddy? That's why you're dumping Linda, right?" Brandy moaned, scrubbing her sweaty breasts against my chest. "Yesssss!" I groaned out. "You're dumping your wife because of my tight pussy, aren't you Daddy?" Brandy asked. "YES!" I said, driving into her harder. "It's the type of pussy you need, right?" Brandy asked. "FUCK, FUCK YES! I need a pussy that's young..." I began, burying myself in her cunt, savoring it. "And tight..." I paused, twitching my dick inside her, making her quiver, "and beautiful." "Oh, Daddy, Linda has a loose pussy, doesn't she?" Brandy asked into my ear as I held myself inside her. "Yes!" I groaned out, resuming my in-and-out strokes. "Is it all worn out and nasty?" Brandy asked with an insidious giggle. "Yes!" I agreed. "Hahaha, Linda doesn't know that daddies like you don't like old and dusty nasty cunts! They like 'em young and tight and pretty!" "Fuck yes!" I groaned out, burying my dick inside her again, holding off my impending orgasm. "Okay, Daddy, pull out slowly." Brandy whispered. I obeyed, and looked down to see her pussy resisting this move, her pussy resisting the loss of its meaty invader. "You feel that, Daddy? You feel how that pussy wraps around you and doesn't want to let you go? You feel how that pussy wants to keep you buried inside of it, wanting to bathe it some more in warm, sweet love? You feel that, Daddy?" "FUCK!" I screamed out, my daughter's milking cunt working wonders on my shaft. "That's a real pussy, Daddy. Not a worn-out, old, useless pussy like Linda has. A pussy that you don't even bother cumming in because there's no point." Brandy gasped. "Ahhhh, yeah. Linda doesn't like me cumming in her. Doesn't like being reminded of what she can't do for me." I replied, resuming the act of pounding my daughter into oblivion. "She can't give you babies, Daddy. Old lady cunts weren't meant for it. Tight young cunts like mine are built for the job. Tight young cunts and beefy 'Daddy' dick have one thing in common: they are both built for those all-night fuck sessions. Not like old lady pussy." Brandy gasped. And she was right. Now that the edge was off after our first fuck, I didn't even feel close to cumming. I could go for hours! I looked down to see my daughter's tits jiggling as I pounded her. I reached down and scooped her tits into my hands like giant balls of dough, kneading their firm shape, letting them overfill my hands, letting her nipples dig into my palms. "Admit it, Daddy, when you saw me watching you fuck, you put on a show for me, didn't you? You wanted me to see how big of a stud you were, right?" Brandy asked. "Yes! Brandy. When I saw you're hot fucking body in your tiny underwear, I couldn't help but cum. Those fucking tits, just pouring out. Your fucking ass. It was incredible. I couldn't help but show you how much I cum when I get really fucking hot." I groaned out. "Ummmmm, yesss Daddy! You're such a show-off, Daddy! Such a tease! Teasing your cock-slut daughter with your big, fat meat! You knew you were driving me wild. You knew a slut like me would just have to seduce you at that point. Didn't you?" she asked. "Yes, you little bitch! I wanted your hot fucking body!" I grunted out. "You wanted me to barge right in and let a real woman run the show, didn't you? You wanted to spurt your cum inside me in front of your wife, didn't you?" Brandy moaned out, my balls beating a fast rhythm against her ass. "FUCK YES! If you had walked into that room, I would have fucking done it. I would have spurted my cum deep in your nasty cunt!" I groaned out, my fucking pace picking up. "Daddy, you're as nasty as me!" Brandy gasped, her voice wavering as I pumped my dick in and out of her. "But Daddy, if you want to teach me a lesson, you need to get even nastier. Sure, cumming in your daughter's tight cunt and getting her pregnant is pretty nasty, but you could make this even bett... I mean, nastier. If you really want to teach me a lesson, you would take that cock out of my tight cunt, and bury it in my tight ass! I don't want you to do it, Daddy. I really don't want you to stick your fat fucking cock up my tight little ass, stretching it to the brim. I don't want you to fuck it as hard as you can, drive that fucking cock inside my ass to the brim and cum deep inside it. But you should. That will teach me a huge lesson, Daddy. That will get me on the straight and narrow, Daddy. If you fuck my ass as hard as you can, spank my ass and make me cum... I mean, make me cry out in pain, then maybe you will have done your duty as my father." I looked into my daughter's eyes, and I watched them begin to lid over in pleasure as I pounded her. She was right. If I let her cum, I would be giving her what she wanted. I had to let her know that if she wanted to shape up and improve, she would have to listen to what I said. With that, I pulled my cock from her clasping cunt, our sex organs connected by bands of her juices. "Daddy!" Brandy begged, disappointed. "Roll over, Brandy. I want your ass!" I growled to her. I sat up straight as my daughter bounced around, enthusiastically getting on her hands and knees in front of me despite her pleas otherwise. Despite the fact that we were bathed in shadows, her body looked incredible. "But Daddy!" Brandy cried out. "My asshole is so tight and small and cute. If you fuck my ass with your big, throbbing Daddy-dick, you'll destroy it." she added, biting her lip and looking back at me. "This is what you get, Brandy, for being such a slut. Now keep your ass up and get ready to take your medicine." I said sternly. Brandy smiled a small smile at this for some reason as she arched her back, pointing her ass up while facing away from me. I bent forward, got between my daughter's legs, and put my tongue onto her clit. I then ran my tongue up, from her clit across her soaked, swollen pussy lips, then continued up. Up towards her ass. My tongue ran from the bottom of her cunt straight towards her pretty little asshole. I was in too much of a daze to stop. My daughter needed punishment. And if I needed to lick her asshole to get the job done, it was my job as her father to do it. So I spread Brandy's ass-cheeks and let my tongue circle around my daughter's smooth, clean asshole. I circled it a few times, rimming her, before running it up the length of her crack, stopping at her tramp stamp and reversing course, returning to her asshole. "Uh, Daddy. I am starting to learn my lesson." Brandy gasped out. "I feel so nasty knowing my daddy is licking my ass. I feel so nasty that my own father is savoring the taste of my asshole!" I just kept running my tongue over her asshole, teaching her a lesson. "I would feel even nastier if my daddy penetrated my ass with his tongue!" Brandy panted. With that, I turned my tongue into a miniature cock and pushed it against her, trying to breach the confines of her tight ass. As soon as my tongue breached her defenses, she spoke out again. "Ah! Daddy, you'd better not pump your tongue in and out!" Brandy said, and to spite her, I did just that. "Ah, fuck, I feel so nasty!" Brandy squealed. "It would be even nastier if you sucked my ass too!" With that, with my tongue in her ass, I formed a tight seal around her asshole and began to suck. "AHHHHHH!" Brandy said, beating the bed with her fist. So there I was, silence surrounding us as I sucked my daughter's asshole, my cheeks hollowing as I did so. My room phone had stopped ringing ages ago, but I heard my cell begin to buzz. "Oh, Daddy! Linda's calling. You could stop now and talk to her, but stopping now would probably do so much damage. We've come so far. We can't stop now! I'll just put her on silent so we can keep going, okay, Daddy?" Brandy said. My mouth was too busy with my daughter's asshole to respond, so she took that as a response, as she tossed my phone away. I licked up my daughter's ass-crack, licked past her tramp stamp, licked up the sexy line on her back over her spine, gathering her sweat on my tongue as I trailed up her back, to the back of her neck, then to her ear. "You want to know how your ass tastes, honey?" I asked, circling her ear with my tongue. "Mmm hmm." Brandy said. "It tastes like candy." I whispered, kissing her earlobe. "FUCK!" Brandy screamed out, taking some sort of pleasure in what I just said. I licked along her jaw, and into her open, gasping mouth. I locked lips with my daughter, our tongues in each others' mouths. I ran my hands up her smooth belly and onto her sweaty breasts, squeezing them again. I pulled my mouth from hers, and dragged my hands from her fleshy breasts to her hips. "You want to be punished, bitch!?" I growled. "Oh, yes Daddy! I'll do whatever you say!" Brandy moaned out. I reached down and took my shaft into my hand. I placed it into her ass crack and dragged it down between her smooth cheeks until the tip was poised against her asshole. I reached forward, wrapped my daughter's hair around my hand, and began to push, using her hair as leverage. "AHHH! FUCK! It's so big!" Brandy screamed out in pain. "You can take it." I snarled, not stopping, resisting my daughter's pleas. "Daddy! Please! You're destroying your daughter's asshole!" Brandy begged, biting her lip. "I will do what I need to make you into a productive member of society!" I told her, the force required to penetrate her ass was more than I had anticipated. "By fucking my hot ass?" Brandy gasped out. "DO AS I SAY!" I roared. Her eyes lidded over, as if me yelling at her turned her on. "Yes Daddy." Brandy said meekly, facing forward. I resumed pushing, trying to force my cock in. Brandy looked back at me as she noticed my struggle. She smiled slightly, winked at me, and mouthed a single, voiceless word: "Harder." I nodded at the suggestion, without any thought, and finally, with one heroic thrust, my cockhead breached her defenses, penetrating her ass. "OH FUCK, it feels so good, I mean, IT HURTS SO MUCH, DADDY!" Brandy screamed out. "You're a nasty little slut, Brandy. Making your own father fuck your ass to teach you a lesson. What a nasty fucking slut." I said, disparaging my daughter's bad habits. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I'm so fucking nasty. I'm sorry I teased you with my hot body. I'm sorry I have such big tits to torment good daddies with. I'm sorry I have such a tight pussy that knows how to treat the dicks of older men. I'm sorry I have such a fuckable ass. I'm sorry my hot young body is so much better than those old ladies' dumpy bodies you older men are married to. Daddy, I'm so, so sorry my body is so much hotter than Linda's. I'm sorry your wife has such nothing tits. I'm sorry your wife has such a pathetic ass. I'm sorry your wife has such a loose pussy. I'm sorry your wife is such a bitch. I'm sorry your wife is so fucking ugly. I'm sorry you had to fuck your own daughter to get real sex." Brandy moaned out, babbling. I was trying to force my dick deeper but was having no luck. "It's okay Daddy. You just have to wait a bit. My ass takes time to adjust." Brandy said quickly. "This isn't my fault." I grunted out, responding to her previous statement while holding back my thrusts. "Oh, Daddy, it's not your fault. It's mine. I'm such a slut. If I wasn't such a slut, I wouldn't have made you have to do this. I promise I will try to be a good girl from now on. But I'm a, like, really big slut. You might have to fuck my ass, like, hundreds of times before I learn my lesson truly. Can you do that for me, Daddy?" Brandy asked. "Whatever it takes, slut!" I groaned out. Now that her ass had begun to adjust, I began to force myself deeper. Thanks to the admirable work her cunt had done at juicing up my cock, my cock had all the lubrication to go deep into my daughter's hot ass. Slowly, but surely, my cock had been buried halfway up Brandy's tight little ass. The feeling was incredible. I had never had a girl's ass before. Linda had never offered this hole to me, nor given me a reason to forcibly take it as Brandy was now. The feeling was of overwhelming tightness. Tightness everywhere. The feeling of my daughter's asshole stretched around my shaft, pleasuring it with its tautness, was amazing. Knowing somehow that Brandy was dug deep enough to take it, I reared back on her hair and drove my hips forward, burying my shaft in her ass up to the balls. "AHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Brandy screamed out, her asshole tightening around me in waves. "How does that feel, bitch?" I asked. "It feels amazi... uh, it hurts, Daddy! That huge, meaty, beefy cock up my tight little ass is really teaching me my lesson. If you really fuck my ass hard, Daddy... uh, shit yes, if you fuck my ass hard, make me cum, and cum deep inside me, I'll learn my lesson." Brandy said. "At least for now," she added, trailing off. "You'll get it, slut." I told her. With that, I pulled back her hair, hard, and pulled out my cock to the tip. Then, I drove into her. "SHIT!" Brandy screamed as my hips met hers. I repeated the motion, slowly, and as my hips met her ass, the reverberation it caused, the ripple of motion in her jiggling ass-cheek, drove me wild. The anal fuck had commenced, and I vowed to make it a hard one. "UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH...UH!" Brandy moaned, words failing her as I dicked her. Brandy leaned upward as I slammed her. She reached behind her and buried her hands in my hair. She leaned up theatrically, her head resting on my shoulder, thrusting out her bare tits like a goddess. I cupped them and squeezed them angrily, digging my hands into their soft fleshy goodness. "You're doing so good, Daddy." she whispered in my ear. "I know you're fucking me hard, Daddy, but you need to fuck my ass even harder. The only way I cum when getting fucked in the ass is when it's really...FUCKING...HARD!" Brandy snarled. I sped up my thrusts and looked down at her ass. Her perfect, round ass, red and swollen from the spanking I had given her. SPANK! "AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!" Brandy spat out. Another spanking was what my slut daughter needed right now. Just the sight of it jiggling, the slutty tattoo on her ass, and the tramp stamp on her back reminded me again what a fucking slut my daughter was. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "UGGGGHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Brandy groaned out. "Tell me daddy. Tell what how nasty I am!" Brandy begged. "Brandy, tastes like candy, she's fucked every guy she knew. Brandy, she's so slutty, she'll fuck her daddy too. Brandy's she's so skanky, she'll tempt her married dad. Brandy, she's so nasty, Daddy will fuck her when she's bad!" I finished, impressed by my own spurt of creativity. "FFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Brandy screamed, "I'M CUMMMIINNNNG DADDDDDYYYYY!" Her ass flexed my cock in waves. And as I pounded her, my cock a blur going in and out of her, her flexing ass was enough to finally set me off. "AHHHHHH! YOU FUCKING SLUT! FUCCCKKKKKK!" I groaned out, my hips like a piledriver, forcing her down so she was head down, ass up, and I was draped over her back. Her ass was strong enough to stay up, meeting my thrusts, preventing them from taking her down to the bed completely. "UGGGHHHHHHH!" I groaned, my cock firing like a cannon, sending a hot stream of cum deep inside her ass. "AHH, I FEEL IT DADDY! I FEEL YOUR CUM INSIDE ME! YOU PUNISH ME SO FUCKING WELL!" Brandy squealed. My dick just kept firing, again and again, filling her ass with warm cum. My balls kept twisting and clenching as they fired the cum straight through my cock into my daughter's warm, clenching ass. "DADDY! YOU MADE ME CUM THROUGH MY ASS!" Brandy screamed, her voice practically hoarse from all the screaming she had been doing. From all the orgasms I had given to her. My dick was pumping what felt like gallons of semen into my daughter's asshole. I didn't care that I was physically exhausted. I didn't care I was dying of thirst. I didn't care that it the middle of the night. All that mattered was my daughter's tight clenching asshole. Right now, at this very moment, my daughter's asshole was the center of my world. Finally, mercifully, my balls were drained. I fell back, my dick falling from my daughter's asshole. I looked over at my still bent over daughter, her once tight, pretty asshole now a gaping hole. "Look what you did to me, Daddy. Look what you did to my poor little asshole." Brandy said, trying to close her asshole, trying to regain its previous tightness. "Thanks." she added brightly. "Well, I hoped you learned your lesson." I told her, regaining my breath. "I don't know Daddy. I still feel so slutty. Once those big fat balls of yours refill, you might have to fuck me again and again for the rest of the night, and really fuck that sluttiness out of me." Brandy said with a smile, jumping forward and giving me a peck on the cheek. "Brandy, I'll make something out of you yet." I replied. ********** (Linda) Marcus better have a damn good explanation as to why he didn't answer my fucking phone. He had better have driven Brandy back to her Mom's, and forgot his phone, or his phone is dead, and Brandy is kicked out of the house. As long as Brandy's gone. That's the key.