2 comments/ 8562 views/ 2 favorites The Slip By: Gracie_Buckingham She knew it was wrong. She knew it was stupid. But she couldn't help it. It felt so good...so right. His touch, his smell, the way his lips felt against her skin. It was intoxicating. She was drunk on the overwhelming passion burning in her. Passion ignited further by his tongue trailing down the column of her throat. He was her ex. She'd ended it. It'd been months. They'd talked some, but this was the first time they'd seen each other. He was like her drug. Two years was too much time invested, time and emotion, to just quit cold turkey. She couldn't do it. She had to see him...but this wasn't expected. If nothing else, she didn't expect him to instigate it. They'd agreed that nothing like this, sex, would happen. It would only cheapen what they'd shared before. But all those thoughts left when he kissed her. It all started with a hug. A simple hug was all it took to shake her to her core. Things began awkwardly; there were guarded sentences, limited eye contact, hesitant touches. What was appropriate? What crossed the line? Where was the line? Neither knew. When he suggested they sit on the couch, rather than the separate chairs they were currently occupying, she looked up and caught his eye. Before she knew it, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted so much to hide in his embrace, like she used to. But she knew she couldn't. It wasn't like that anymore. He saw her eyes tear up and asked what was wrong. She simply shook her head and rose to get a tissue. He followed. As she wiped her eyes she apologized for losing control. She really hadn't wanted to cry in front of him. He smiled a little and pulled her to him. He told her there was nothing to be sorry for, that he'd always be there for her. As they held each other for that brief moment, they felt it. That electricity that had coursed through them. She hadn't felt it in months. But there it was again, rearing its head. She looked up into his eyes, her breath caught. Their eyes held for a moment. He pulled back. He knew that if he kept touching her he'd want to touch all of her. He hadn't realized he'd spoken those words aloud until he saw the look on her face. He immediately regretted it. She looked confused and hurt. He added that he didn't want to do anything that either of them might regret. She looked at him hard and told him that she'd never regret anything with him. Ever. She continued, telling him that he was probably right though. It would be a dumb thing to do. As she was saying this, she'd turned away to get another tissue. She turned back to apologize again, but was cut off as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her with all the passion that had been laying fallow for the past months. After getting over the initial surprise, she sank into him with a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed him. As the kiss became more feverish, their arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed together, she felt him getting hard. Instinctively she moved closer, cuddling him between her thighs. She knew she was getting wet. She could feel the hot knot in her stomach moving lower. He moved to her neck, and, sliding her shirt out of the way, trailed his tongue from the base of her neck to the tip of her shoulder and back. She moaned, long and low. Gawd she'd longed for this so much it ached. She could barely breathe. He pulled back, warning her that if they were going to stop, now would be a good time to do so. However, looking in her eyes, he knew she didn't want to stop anymore than he did. He kissed her again, harder, more demanding. She returned it. He stepped away long enough to lead her down the hall to the bedroom. They stepped in and, taking her wrist, he roughly brought her to him. He laid her down on the bed and came down on top of her. Her arms went around his neck. His knee nudged her legs apart. She willingly opened for him. He said once again, now was the time to stop if they were going to. She didn't want to, but she didn't want him to regret anything. Before she finished the sentence he kissed her again. As he moved his lips to her neck, he paused briefly and breathed into her ear, with hot breath that caused every inch of her, inside and out, to quiver in his strong arms, that he, too, would never regret anything with her. He kissed her neck, and gave her a little nibble. She gasped in pleasure. He then growled that she had too many clothes on. She sat up as he rose to remove his shirt. She ran her hands along his bare sides, the feel of his skin, warm and smooth under her hands, was like an aphrodisiac. She kissed his stomach, sides, and chest. They both reached for his belt, his hands were faster though. She felt drunk. Her head was foggy with passion. She allowed him to pull her to her feet. He grasped her shirt and had it over her head before she knew it. His hands slid down her sides and he moaned at the sight of her luscious curves. They came to rest on her hips. As he began to pull the last of the material barriers from her, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the long, hard shaft between them. He groaned and growled, his knees nearly buckling at her touch. He pushed her back onto the bed and followed her, like a lion on the prowl, as she scooted back to give him more room. As he stretched out on her, she reached down and continued stroking him. Propping himself up with one arm, his other hand covered her breast and began to gently knead. She sighed and made a small sound in the back of her throat. The feeling was so familiar. He then traced her nipple with his fingers and, taking it between his thumb and index finger, pinched it just enough to cause her to gasp and to make the bud stand erect. His hand moved from one breast to the other, not wanting to leave an inch of her feeling neglected. As he used his free hand to tease her breasts and nipples, he'd also used his tongue on her neck to cause her to break out into goosebumps. He then bent his head and moved from her neck to her breasts. She arched up so far when his tongue circled her nipple she thought she'd come off the bed. When he took it into his mouth and began to suck, she was sure she did. She was so consumed by his mouth that she didn't notice his hand moving downward until he gently stroked the soft folds covering her heat. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider. His fingers parted those lips and, feeling how wet she was, he smiled to himself and grew harder with anticipation. He found the bundle of nerves that he knew would drive her crazy. As he rubbed it she began to buck under his hand. He continued rubbing with the pad of his thumb as he slid two fingers into her hot, tight tunnel. She cried out in pleasure. As he increased his speed and pressure, she bucked harder, begging him for more. A third finger entered her, and still she cried for more. She couldn't help it, she couldn't even understand it. All she knew was that whatever she needed, he had it. As he worked her to a frenzy she continued stroking him, trying to make him feel the desire she did. It didn't take much. Soon she lost the ability to think about motivating him, every thought was gone. She kept crying his name over and over, begging him to enter her. He moved between her legs, lifted them up and entered her in one powerful thrust. Both let out a shout. It felt better than either remembered. Instinct and memory took over. They knew just how to move to bring the most pleasure to the other. She raised her hips as he thrust forcefully in and out. Their movements became faster, harder, more powerful. All the desire, all the passion, all the feelings they'd felt toward each other that had been building for the last month, poured into the act. They both became demanding, rough. He grabbed her hands, trapping them above her head. As their eyes met, the fire between them grew hotter. She tightened around him, digging her heels into the back of his thighs, urging him to go faster, harder. Breathless, moaning, gasping each other's name, they released all of their emotions into the movements. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried his name over and over, moving closer to peaking. They locked eyes, knowing that both were on the edge. Her screams became louder, higher. They both shouted when they reached climax. She lost all focus, as though she was blind, every other sense heightened. He felt as if he'd been thrown from his body with the force of his orgasm. He kept moving in her as she continued to spasm and clench around him, squeezing every last bit of him. When he finally collapsed on top of her, they were both breathless and exhausted. When their senses returned several minutes later, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. She looked at him through her tears, left over from the strength of her own orgasm. She asked if he thought that what they just did was a mistake. He shook his head. They agreed that, no matter what, there would be no regrets about what they just shared. It was an act between two close friends, comforting and familiar. This was a new chapter in their lives. They were both in unfamiliar territory. But neither was afraid. They both knew that the other would be there. No matter what. The Slippery Slope We had no idea where this might lead although we both felt we were on a slippery slope. Yet it was a slippery slope of our own making and we both knew the next step would place us on the cusp of the slide, the point of no return. Hand in hand we took one more step. Who are we? We are two humans on a path to one of two destinations. One destination means our union, the other our destruction. There is a third possibility of union then destruction because of our union. We are not blind to the outcomes and take our path with complete resignation. We stare at the horizon trying to glimpse what we can't see over the horizon. With no further delay, we leapt onto the slippery slope. We sighed in unison as we felt our bodies mold to the other. We became one body in an instant of desire, lust, and passion. We felt our bodies reaching our mutual release until we cried out in one voice. We had more love to make before we reached complete satisfaction. Who gave whom more satisfaction? Were we in some kind of contest? Our bodies gyrated in pleasure, each touch releasing energy driving us toward a new goal. We were a tangle of legs and arms trying draw us more tightly together. We reached a new peak and slid more deeply down our slippery slope. Onward our desire drove us. Where were we getting the fuel for our drive, how much longer will the fuel last, when will we reach the next stop? The next stop came sooner than we expected propelled by a third mutual release. We reached the junction of gone too far and a long way to go. I wish foresight were as clear as hindsight. ********** I watched as my long time neighbors loaded a moving van with the few things they decided to keep after selling off their property and deciding to retire. I knew I would miss our over the fence talks. I was in envy that they were off on an adventure that I still only dreamed of or dreamt for. A final good bye and they were off. The next couple months saw their empty house a flurry of activity. Trades people filed in and out as extensive remodeling transformed their mid seventies ranch into something more modern and open. I still hadn't met the new owners. My home is a cookie cutter ranch that the 70s fell in love with. Although I've updated and modernized, it is still a cookie cutter ranch. I guess, I'm kind of cookie cutter also. I have a traditional job and make traditional money. Fortunately, I fell into an inheritance a few years ago that I reinvested in growth markets and have a nice bundle set aside for my retirement to come -- in maybe 15 years. In the mean time, I live a simple single life. I was married once. I learned from that experience and have avoided love interests ever since. Listen, I do get out and I do dip my wick regularly with no strings attached. I do have one or two friends with benefits but only when it is safe for both of us. I prefer being discreet for myself and for my lady friends. In most every way, I am an average almost 50-year-old male in fair shape, a little girth where my waist used to be. I'm just over six feet tall with light brown hair that gets much lighter in the summer sun. My name is Bert. No Bert and Ernie jokes, I don't go that way. ********** The contractor doing all the reno work saw me outside a couple days ago and told me my new neighbor would move in in less than a week. Throughout the reno, he let me see some of the progress. The new neighbor decorated and furnished with all new furniture in a very stylish pallet of color and accents. The contractor said he didn't know the new owner receiving instructions by email through a local property manager. I was on my own to make friends with whoever moved in. As Friday rolled around, my new neighbor pulled into the drive in the evening after working hours. I like sitting on my porch evenings a sipping on a beer, maybe listening to some jazz and reading the paper or a book. I immediately noticed the new car, showroom new, pull up. There was a single person behind the wheel and didn't appear anyone else. I made a point to wave and smile as I rose from my lounge chair and saunter toward the new neighbor. A very attractive woman in her late twenties or early thirties smiled back and waved. Her car wasn't packed for moving but since the reno and all new furnishings, it made since she only had her clothes packed. "Hi, I'm Bert, next door. You are my new neighbor?" "I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee and I am glad to see I get one. I'm Sara your new neighbor." She exited her car and extended a hand. I accepted with enthusiasm. "Does the welcoming committee also help with a few bags?" "Very pleased to meet you Sara." I wanted to jump right into questions about husbands and children and noticed a ring less finger on the left hand. "Yes, a hand with bags is highly likely and an invitation to come over for a beer and snacks later if you like." "After three days behind the wheel driving from northern Maine, I would not like a beer and snacks, I'd love it." We gathered her bags for two trips in, out, and back in. I explained how her contractor let me see some of the work in progress and how well it turned out. "I need your skills to make my place look better. I think it wreaks of single man." Sara picked up on the single man with her reply, "Single, oh my lucky day. Not even in my house thirty minutes and I learn I have a single neighbor. How will he take to having a single younger woman living next door?" "How about that beer, or maybe wine if you prefer?" "Hell, yes! And, beer is fine." We walked next door where Sara took a seat while I got a couple cold beers and more snacks. "I brew my own beer and it is a bit strong, close to 15 percent. It might hit you hard after a long drive." "Single neighbor, brews his own beer, how lucky can a girl get." Oh how much I wanted to ask, "How lucky do you want to get?" I didn't step into that breech saying only how lucky I was to discover a new single neighbor. "Bert, you really are a gentleman. I expected a more forward reply." "Okay, got me, I did think it." The fact was, Sara was a very attractive woman who kept herself looking fit and attractive. "Good to know your eye sight is fine. This beer is phenomenal! And, thank you for not saying what you were thinking. It is not easy being 31 and single." "Ain't real easy being 50 and single. If you'll allow one indiscretion, you do add an attractive feature to the neighborhood." "One indiscretion allowed and one or two more occasionally will go a long way." Sara stayed for two beers before saying she needed to get home to unpack and wash the road grime away. "Let me walk you home, Sara." When we reached her door, I said my good bye with another welcome to the neighborhood. Sara smiled, gave me something of an unchaste hug and a light kiss on the lips. "Can we talk more tomorrow, Bert? You've made me feel very welcome and comfortable." "With pleasure, Sara. I'll have coffee ready anytime after 8:00. I do watch some of the renovation programs on Saturday mornings, always looking for ideas." "Coffee at eight it is. See you tomorrow." ********** The rest of the evening passed quickly. I did some cleaning and freshening the living room and kitchen. The main bathroom needed sprucing up since it rarely gets used. I even spent extra time running the vacuum over the carpets. I realized that I didn't put this much effort into cleaning up for other dates. Saturday morning arrived and my usual unshaven face sparkled with a clean shave. I showered and dressed in my finest Saturday shorts and knit shirt. I guess I wanted to make a good second first impression. The slider off the kitchen was open although I expected Sara at the front door. When I heard someone walking up the steps to the deck, I turned to see Sara wearing something similar to me. That frightened me; we couldn't already be mind syncing. "I hope you don't mind me using the back door. Friends should be informal. I bet you had some good tongue wags over the fence with your old neighbor." "That we did but I sense many more tongue wags to come." Wait a minute, was that a sexual innuendo? "Coffee is ready, kitchen or deck?" "Fresh air and morning sun sounds good with hot coffee and a warm new friend." Sara's smile was more sunshine than a universe of suns could produce and I knew Sara was going to be a very welcome neighbor. "Bert, I'm being forward but I want to know, why is a nice guy like you single? I feel comfortable with you already and can't believe my luck in neighbors. You're not bad to look at either." "Well, now, don't I feel all a blush?" Truth was, I was blushing and Sara saw it. "You are blushing, Bert. Now I'm feeling like a nervous school girl." Sara sat softly on the chase lounge and took her coffee. "If it makes you feel better, I feel like a nervous school boy with the queen of the prom." "Bert, I was the prom queen." Sara bowed her head with a coy smile on her lips. "I bet you were radiant in your prom dress and the prettiest bell at the ball." Another innuendo? "Are you going to answer me, Bert?" How much does Sara need to know or want to know my mind chased around finding an answer. "I was not single always. There was a wife at one time; however, things didn't end the way they started. So, for about 15 years, I have stayed single. Date occasionally, but for the most part I am single and enjoying myself. It wasn't a pretty divorce." Sara listened as my words touched her in some way. She sipped on her coffee as if digesting my first personal revelation. "Your turn, Sara. Why is an attractive woman, young and fit living alone?" A sad look came to Sara's face and she seemed to slump on the lounger, "The trophy lost its luster." I noted a tear well up in her eye. "The house next door is my entry to a new life." "Welcome to your new life, Sara." I cautiously sat opposite Sara on the same lounger, reached a hand to grasp hers. "Your luster shines for me." The smile returned to Sara's face as she answered, "You're just saying that because I'm the new neighbor." "Well, yes, and that I do think you are attractive. But I've only seen the drive tired and morning bright Sara. We will surely have many more cups of coffee together." After our mutual revelations, coffee mornings sounded like medicine for the hurt. We didn't break our handhold. "What kind of work do you do, Bert?" Sara stirred us back to reality and getting acquainted. We refilled our coffees. "I do freelance writing for a couple publications and I do financial research for some investment brokerages. Nothing exciting but I get to work from home and keep the overhead low. What are your plans for now?" "I want to get settled then after a couple weeks, I'll start reviving my small business, stationary, cards, paper, special occasion stuff. Let's me work from home and keep the overhead low." "If you're home everyday and I'm home everyday, let's make morning coffee a regular habit." I wasn't sure if I was being neighborly or was I truly smitten with Sara. "The country club has a Saturday brunch. If you're up for it, want to join me?" "Country club," Sara gasped. "These aren't country club clothes. I have to change and put on some make up!" "The annual ball is next month. Saturday brunch is today. This is how I'm going." Sara stared at me with a sweet coy smile and twinkle in her eyes. "Is this our first date, Bert?" I returned her smile with a simple answer, "No, our second. Coffee on the deck was our first. All you need is a clutch or purse. The motorcycle is in the garage." The first signs of real excitement spread across Sara's face as she jumped up, slammed down the last of her coffee. "Motorcycle! I'll be back in 30 seconds! Well, it may take a minute or two." "I have helmets for us. Meet me in front when you are ready." Sara dashed off and the male in me watched her move across the yards to her house. Attractive, fit, intelligent, and pure sexy, I thought to myself. What kind of loser would say her luster is tarnished? I have a 1961 Harley V-twin that rides smooth. The Harley purest would hate that I have the pipes baffled but I am just not into loud pipes. With the bike parked in the drive, I waited for Sara. It was more like 20 minutes before she reappeared and worth the wait. She literally skipped across the lawn with her hair pulled back ready to put on a helmet. She hadn't changed clothes, yet it was obvious she made some adjustments to her face with some make up and other refreshments women do. Yep, I thought to myself again, pure sexy. "I should have guessed that you would use the female two or three minutes rather than the male version." "I kept you waiting, poor baby." "I think I might get used to my new neighbor and waiting for her." "Come on! Let's get all Steppenwolf! Get your motor running!" "You are a bundle of surprises, even know the sixties." While Sara adjusted her helmet, I put down the rear foot pegs and got on. Sara stepped on the pegs like a seasoned rider, swung around and sat lightly behind me. As the engine came to life, Sara hugged herself to me. Her legs caressed mine, her thighs were tight against back on the raised rear seat, and her breasts pressed into my back. As soon as we hit the street, she hugged herself tighter with her arms wrapped low around my torso. The almost twenty years between us was just a number. I knew that soon there would be more than morning coffee occurring. I sensed Sara knew it too. I took the long way to the country club. ********** I parked the bike and Sara quickly spun off, pulled helmet off and shook out her hair. I followed just as quickly and we hung out helmets on the handlebars. Not missing a beat, Sara took my hand in hers as we walked across the lot to the door. "Thank you, Bert. I feel new life filling me." Sara leaned closer as we walked. I felt something different as well. This lovely woman whom I've known for less than a day had a hold on me hard to explain. She gave me joy I hadn't felt for a long time. "You must be contagious, Sara." My meaning did not escape her hearing; she gripped my hand more tightly, kissed the fingers of her free hand and placed them on my lips. I kissed her fingers and she brought them back to her lips. Our first kiss, so to speak. The brunch buffet line was full with a mix of breakfast and lunch choices and Sara amazed me with her plate full. "I've been driving for three days eating little, stopping seldom, just so I could get here to meet my new neighbor. I'm famished!" The smile on my face followed with a, "You go girl," made us both laugh. Brunch was good and many of my friends inquired about my new neighbor and there were many introductions. One lady friend quickly observed how perfect Sara seemed to be for me, words that did not elude either of us. The country club is on the edge of a state park and nature preserve with walking access to nature trails. Sara suggested we have a walk and see the sights. With three trails for choices, Sara picked the intermediate trail, a two-mile walk if we went the full length. "What a lovely place, Bert." Sara pulled a small camera from her pocket and snapped a couple pics. "Inspiration and ideas for my business when I'm ready. Stand over there," Sara pointed to the trailhead sign, "I need to get you in my view finder." I could not avoid making the reply that I think we both needed to hear said, "I don't need a camera to get you in my view finder." Sara said nothing, only smiled, took my hand and led me down the trail. We walked at a leisurely pace holding hands and chatting about nothing when we came to an undeveloped trail marked with a caution, "Unmaintained trail, use at your own risk." "I want to come back here when I'm in long pants, that trail looks interesting," Sara commented. "There is a marshy clearing down the path where water foul nest. But there are a lot of brambles and nettles before getting there." I explained hiking these trails in past years with friends. I told Sara honestly, a couple were old girl friends. "Well then, the next time you walk down that path take your young girl friend with you." I felt Sara's hand tighten in mine as she spun her body to face mine. Her next move could have been scripted for a movie. With her free arm, Sara embraced me around the waist, crushed her body against me, and kissed me hard. I responded with equal passion as our mouths opened and our tongues dueled. "From new neighbor to young girl friend in less than 24 hours. Welcome to the neighborhood, Sara." We kissed again to seal the deal. ********** Sara and I spent many hours together the first month after her move in. During those days and evenings, we learned much about the other's habits, likes, and dislikes. Sara learned my work schedule and stayed away when I was busy. When I wasn't busy, she and I were together. Our lives began revolving around each other and since that first kiss many more kisses passed between us. Even though we were adults, we behaved like teens, necked and petted much, yet we never "went all the way." On the Friday of our one-month anniversary, yes I remembered, we had dinner together at Sara's. The conversation was light and dealt more with mundane subjects than our budding relationship. "Bert, I'm well settled now and think it is time to get my business underway again." Sara seemed tentative about her statement. "Sara, are you making a statement or trying to convince yourself? You seem unsure." Sara's lips began to quiver and a tear welled up in her eyes. "My work is what my luster tarnish. I was a workingwoman not a trophy woman. I am frightened because..." Sara didn't finish her sentence. The air was charged with what I knew Sara wanted to say. I said it for her. "Sara, I love you, too, and in love with you." The well of tears overflowed and Sara ran from the room hiding in her bedroom. She cried out deep sobs for many minutes. I wanted to comfort her but I respected her bedroom and stayed out unless she asked me to come in. "Sara, I can leave if you want." I didn't want to leave but also wanted Sara to have her space. If she hadn't wanted to express her love maybe I pushed to far. Sara shouted, a voice I never heard from her, "No! I don't want you to go, I want you to love me. Please come in, Bert." I opened the door to what I found the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. Her red swollen cried out eyes and makeup a mess, Sara looked electrified, fully charged. I approached cautiously noticing everything, not saying a word. I stopped just inches short of her bed and waited. "Bert, make love with me." Sara's voice was soft as though she was just as cautious about this next move as was I. "Sara, there is nothing I want more than making love with you. Ever since the first motorcycle ride and after the first kiss, I knew you were right for me. Tell me what you want, at your pace." "I want my man to feel me. I want to feel my man. I want to know the power of love and feel my luster shining." Sara gestured for me to lie with her. I lost all restraint as I lay across her bed with her. We quickly became entangled in the other as shreds of clothing disappeared from our bodies. Gasps and moans exited our excited mouths as we kissed and groped finding new unexplored ways to give the other pleasure. Our bodies fully naked and more than fully aroused meshed together. My cock found Sara's waiting labia and pushed past into her shivering body. The pleasure we received was intense as Sara found more tears to cry in pleasure as her first orgasm overtook her. Onward we ascended to new heights of desire based on love first then lust. Our wait for sex drove to one crescendo and another. We had much pent up desire to release as we wildly threw our bodies at the other. The Slippery Slope We were wet with perspiration and love juices when we finally broke from love making, yet we were only finished with round one. We had not had sex, we shared our love. The bed covers were wet and we smelled of our loving a scent that made us want more and more is what we shared. Late in the evening after giving the other our love, we showered together, and returned to our now cold dinner. In unison we laughed and said, "Let's order pizza." We discussed our month together, our love, and our lovemaking. We talked about everything from our hurts with divorce to our fear of making another mistake on the slippery slope of life. That was ten years ago and we don't celebrate wedding anniversaries, we celebrate our one-month anniversary almost every night. We both have love in excess for the other and our lust keeps the luster polished. The Slippery Slope My name is Chris. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman and recently married to my college sweetheart named Jeff. The story I am about to tell is true and has happened within the past few months. Judging by reader responses to similar stories I have read on Literotica, I am expecting some unfavorable comments about this story. If extra-marital sexual contact is not your thing, then I ask you please move on and not read any further. ***** I have been struggling with how to begin telling this story. Everything has happened so quickly. Although I am not one to talk about myself nor am I one of those girls who believe she is hot, I guess I should begin by describing myself. As I mentioned before, I turned 25 about six months ago. I also married my college sweetheart about six months ago. I am a tall and thin brunette standing five-foot, eight-inches tall. I have small B cup breasts, a flat tummy and long legs that I have been told are very sexy. I have long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes. My husband Jeff is also tall, standing over six-feet and has the wiry, muscular build of a swimmer. He has blonde hair and green eyes. He is also two years younger than me and turned 23 a week after our wedding. Jeff and I met when I was a junior in college and he was a freshman. He was hardly my first lover but he was the one I fell in love with. My first lover was my high-school sweetheart who broke up with me the summer after high-school graduation. That summer is the one I think on as my "wild" summer. In that summer between high-school and college, I had an intimate "friendship" with my ex-boyfriend's best friend and yes it was more about revenge than sex for me. Also that summer I had a sexual encounter with a complete stranger while on vacation at the beach with my parents. During my first month of college, I met a junior who became my boyfriend for two years until he graduated. By that time the relationship had run its course and we both agreed to go separate ways. Just before the holidays I met Jeff at a Christmas party in one of the dorm towers at school and the rest is history. I have two older sisters, Kathy who is 28 and married to her career and Lisa who is married to a guy she met where she works named Keith. Lisa is 31 years old and Keith is 11 years older than her, was married once before and has a son from his first marriage named Kevin. Kevin is now in college. Two years ago, when Jeff graduated, he found a good job and things between us had become serious enough that we moved in together. We still live in my apartment that I have been renting since I graduated college and began my career. My oldest sister Lisa and her husband Keith live only a few miles from our apartment and, as time has passed, we've grown closer and fond of both. I guess this is where the story actually begins. Jeff and I married on June 28th of this year and both of my sisters were in the wedding as well as Keith because Jeff thought it appropriate to ask him to be an usher. Lisa was my bridesmaid. About a month before the wedding, Lisa popped in one Sunday afternoon to ask me a favor. She wanted to know if I could spare my laptop for a day. Keith had a presentation at work first thing on Monday and his laptop died that afternoon while he was trying to finish it. Since all of my files are backed up to my desktop computer at work, I was more than happy to help out. On Monday night, Lisa returned the laptop with many thanks from Keith and then I never thought about it again. Jeff and I had a beautiful wedding; everything a girl dreams of from a young age, and an equally beautiful honeymoon in Belize. Our honeymoon was everything you would expect. Despite having been together and sexually active for five years, we made love three times each day, went snorkeling over the world's second largest reef and had some fabulously romantic dinners including a very beautiful candlelight dinner on an old sailing ship at sunset. I cannot remember a time I was ever happier. Once home, we continued to make love before falling asleep each night, literally slept in each other's arms all night and woke 30 minutes early each morning so that we had enough time to make love again before beginning our day. We were in marital bliss. Just two weekends after we returned from our honeymoon, my life would take a dramatic turn. I am still not sure if it is for the worst or for the better. In fact, I'm not sure what it is or what to call it. It was Saturday morning; only our second Saturday since returning from Belize. We began our day in the usual way; we woke and made love. Jeff has to work every other Saturday and this was his day. By 8:00 he was out the door with a cup of coffee and his computer case in his hand. I took a shower and decided I was going to lie around the apartment for a while and read the paper while having another cup of java myself. Being a hot July morning and being I was alone, I decided to forego the bra and panties and just slipped into one of Jeff's T-shirts then headed barefoot to the kitchen to start a new pot of coffee. Just as the machine began to brew, the door bell rang. As I looked through the peephole, I saw it was Keith. I thought it was very odd as he had never come over without Lisa before but I opened the door and peeked out at him. "Hey!" I said in a confused tone. "Hey Chris," he replied, "May I come in? I really need to talk to you." I hesitated for a moment but then stood aside and opened the door. I was also a bit self conscious as I was standing nearly naked in front of my brother wearing only Jeff's T-shirt with nothing underneath. I was certain my nipples were showing especially since I could tell they had become inexplicably aroused. But then they were always doing that. As Keith stepped in, I noticed he was wearing workout shoes, bicycle shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. At age 42, he is a nice looking man. Not tall like Jeff but about my height and stocky. He has a broad chest, hips and abdomen with strong arms and legs. His eyes are as brown as mine and he has thick, curly hair that is mostly black with some grey now working around the edges. "Coming from the gym," I asked? "No; riding my bike this morning. Lisa is at the gym and then having lunch with a friend." He was glancing around the apartment and then settled on my laptop on the dining room table. He pointed to it and asked if it was turned on. I shook my head in confusion but then stepped over to it and hit the power button. "I have something I want to show you," he said seeming a little uneasy. Once the laptop was fully powered on, he took a flash drive out of the waist band of his shorts and plugged it into the laptop. He selected the option to view files once the laptop recognized the drive and then he clicked on a file that was on the drive. The media player launched and a moment later I was absolutely horrified. On the screen was the image of me lying on a bed completely naked. My legs were spread wide open for the entire world to see; for my brother standing right next to me to see. Between my legs and equally naked was my old college boyfriend Rick. My boyfriend before I had met Jeff. In the video, I was giggling as I watched Rick stroking his very hard manhood while rubbing its pre-sum soaked tip up and down the pink slit in the middle of my thick, black bush. "Stop teasing and put it in me!" I heard myself say on the video from so many years ago. Then Rick buried his hard cock right in my dripping slit. I reached over and clicked off the media player with a trembling hand. I refused to look Keith in the eye and asked him, "Where did you get this?" "I found this media file on your laptop when I borrowed it a couple of months ago. I've been waiting for an opportunity to tell you about it ever since. I thought you might want to get rid of it before Jeff sees it." My mind was reeling. That particular night back in 2008 Rick and I had just come back from a party. We were both drunk and I remember him pulling out his phone and shooting video of us having sex. In fact, at some point, I helped him and grabbed the phone so that I could shoot video between my breasts of his cock pounding in and out of me. If I had allowed the video to play to the end, it would have shown Rick pulling out of me and then painting my body with about five long ropes of cum. He was a heavy ejaculator and that was one of many things that turned me on about him. But that asshole must have downloaded the video onto my laptop and I was unaware of it. I am still using that laptop today for my work! I must have been fifty shades of red at that moment and panic was beginning to set in. "Show me where you found this on the laptop so I can delete it!" I said in haste and then added, "Do you mind if I erase your flash drive?" Quickly Keith reached over and unplugged the flash drive and palmed it saying, "Yeah... about that." I looked at him in confusion then he said, "Maybe we could work out a deal?" Even more panicked I looked at him questioningly, "What do you mean?" "I won't show this to Jeff; or Lisa for that matter," he exclaimed as he held up the flash drive next to his smirking face, "If you agree to do with me what you did with this lucky guy on the video." Then he reached under the T-shirt I was wearing and used a fingertip to rub my bare clit. My body responded, my clit tingled with excitement and I jumped back in shock to move away from his touch. "You cannot be serious!" I yelled at him in surprise. "I just got married! You're married to my sister! I cannot cheat and neither can you!" "No one will need to know," he said gesturing with the flash drive, "And this, will simply disappear." Then he tucked the flash drive back into his waistband and stood there waiting for my response. Thinking I could maybe guilt him into giving up on this I said, "You are not only my sister's husband but you are 17-years-older than me. This is sick!" "That only makes it more exciting. We are related and I am many more years older and more experienced. Haven't you ever fantasized about being with an older man? Doesn't the idea of doing something inappropriate; taboo even, excite you just a little?" In fact; it did. I felt myself growing very wet down there and my nipples were actually numb with excitement. I knew they would be super sensitive as well as other erogenous areas on my body. Seeing I was conflicted, Keith stepped forward and boldly placed his mouth on mine. I surprised myself by parting my lips for him and kissing back; our tongues immediately probing each other. I put my hand in his waistband and pulled out the flash drive. "I have more than just one copy," he said between kisses. I dropped the flash drive on the table and said, "Are you going to keep talking or are we going to fuck?" Then I put both hands in the waist band of his shorts and began to push them down until a very large erection sprang out against my T-shirt. Keith stepped back and began to finish the job of removing his shorts while I quickly pulled my shirt up and over my head leaving me completely nude in front of my brother. I got a good long look at his manhood while he completed the job of removing his shorts and then pulling off his shirt. Waving around in front of him was the longest, thickest penis I have ever seen. It had a long thick vein running its entire length and a bulb shaped purple head that was glistening with his pre-cum; pre-cum I could not wait to taste. As soon as he was naked I pulled him by the arm into the bedroom. I sat down on the bed and immediately engulfed his cock with my mouth. Keith moaned in delight. As I sucked, I put a hand between my legs and began to finger myself. I was really worked up! The thought that I had a penis which had been inside my sister was really turning me on! "When is the last time you had sex with Lisa?" I asked. "Last night; why?" he asked in reply. I gave no answer, only attacked his cock with more vigor as I also began to stroke his scrotum sack with my finger tips. The idea of tasting my sister's cream on my brother's cock was making me absolutely wild! Keith quickly pulled back and then moved even further as I moved with him trying to keep my mouth in contact with his manhood. "Stop!" he shouted, "this is not how I want to cum!" I giggled and then lay back on the bed, spreading my legs, using both hands to spread open my pink hole, exposing myself completely to him, "Me neither. I want your cum right in here." Keith needed no further encouragement. He stepped right up and plunged that big purple head right between my labia and I felt it open me up as he pushed deeper and deeper into my body. After a few seconds of pushing, he was fully in and I was completely filled. His cock touched my insides in places that have never been touched before. I immediately had my first orgasm. The wave began to build as soon as he began to pump in and out. By his third stroke I was over the top and came with so much force, I screamed out loud. When my climax subsided a new one immediately began to build. I opened my eyes and looked squarely into his. He was smiling with the satisfaction of knowing he had brought me off. Then he looked down between us at where our genitals were joined and watched himself moving in and out of my body. I followed his gaze and watched our sex for myself. I smiled as it turned me on even more. Our bodies were also beginning to sweat, adding to the eroticism of it all. Keith pushed into me deep and held it there as we both watched our pubes entwined together. Then we kissed and he said, "I've wanted to be like this with you ever since we met." "Really?" is all I could think to say in reply. He shook his head to say 'yes' as he slowly began to move in and out of my body again. "On your wedding day, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be the one making love to you that night." When he spoke those words, I climaxed again right then. Before long, we were tangled up in the sheets; sheets where less than two hours before I had made love with my new husband and now was making love to my own sister's husband. It was the most erotic and exciting morning of my life. I have always been able to achieve multiple orgasms but never more than three at a time. Keith has amazing stamina and was able to last almost a solid hour. During that hour we fucked in several positions; sometimes hard like two crazed animals and other times gentle and slow like two lovers. The room smelled of the musky scent of sex combined with sweat. Our moans and my screams were almost continuous. I came nine times that morning. Keith only came once but when he finally did it was a huge gush of semen that he shot directly into my womb. He came with such force that he let out a howl of pleasure increased by the fact that my fingers began to stroke the back of his balls just at the moment of his release. We were in missionary position when he came so as soon as he softened, he moved off and lay next to me in bed. I looked around and began to laugh, most of the sheets and bed clothes were now on the floor and somehow we had moved the mattress a good foot off of the box springs. "Why are you laughing?" he asked while gasping for air. "Look at this bed! We've wrecked it and even moved the mattress off. We're both sweaty and out of breath and the room smells like sweat and cum. I've never had such an intense fuck session!" I proclaimed with another laugh and a slap on his thigh. "Oh... is that what we were doing?" he joked sarcastically. "Well, you are my brother. We certainly can't be making love." He laughed then he leaned in and kissed me and I kissed him back. "This was better than I ever imagined," he said. "Better than you imagined as you were masturbating to my video?" To that he simply laughed and shrugged. "Now, about that video... will you delete it and all the copies?" I asked. "Only if we can keep doing this," he replied. I needed no encouragement. I wanted to keep enjoying Keith for as long as I could get away with it. So I nodded and said, "But if it gets too risky, we need to stop immediately. I don't want to hurt Jeff or Lisa by our selfishness." "I agree. Same time on the next Saturday Jeff works?" He asked. I nodded yes with an evil smile then, as I felt his cum running back out of my body, I dipped two fingers into my wetness and scooped up a big gob of his sperm and tasted it. With his cum still on my lips, I leaned in and kissed him again. I was surprised when he wasn't repulsed but instead returned my kiss. Then I moved down his body and used my mouth to clean my juices and his cum off of his cock which was now semi-erect again. It took Keith another hour before he was hard enough to fuck again. I cannot say the second time was as wild as the first but it was definitely good! It also did not last as long but he did get me off three more times and he did flood me with his sperm again. So much so that I had to douche before Jeff came home so that he would not be suspicious. Keith and I have been together many times over the past five months. Each Saturday Jeff has to work, Keith and I have met. One evening in August, Lisa and Keith invited us over for some wine and a soak in their hot tub. That gave Keith and me an opportunity for a quickie in the bathroom with his bathing suit down to his knees and me sitting on the sink vanity with my bikini bottoms pulled to the side. There is one final twist to this story which inspired me to write it in the first place. I just discovered I am pregnant. I missed my period in mid November and am now four weeks late. On the weekend I was most fertile in October, Jeff had been in Chicago on business and I had slept with Keith a couple of times on both Saturday and Sunday. I took an EPT this weekend and confirmed it; I am carrying someone's child. The Slippery Slope of Denial ...happy birthday dear Melissa, happy birthday to you! The silly party-favors squawked and unfurled as Missy's family and close friends punctuated the traditional song with a goofy stamp of festive cheer. "Blow out those candles, baby" dad playfully said. "You may be 18, but you are not too old for that!" The gathering politely giggled as daddy's girl bent toward the burning candles and took in a breath... "WAIT! You have to make a wish first." Missy's best friend, Amanda, was mocking her as she urged her to play along. "That's right, Missy ~ make a wish!" her dad chipped in. Missy rolled her eyes and gave a sigh. She paused for no more than five or six seconds, half smiling, half wincing at her dad and then at Amanda, appearing like an unhappy employee taking orders from the boss. After tucking her wish away in her mind, she drew in a breath and with a passionate burst blew out the candles with one mighty rush. Friends and family feigned one more cheer and then returned to their cliques as the cake was cut and consumed. Melissa's mom, after making sure everyone had cake, stood up and said, "Presents time" in her famous, church-choir, sing-song tone. One by one, Missy opened the few gifts on the table. She was a bit nervous what Amanda's gift might be, fearing something that would make her cringe in front of her parents. When she opened the gift from Amanda, Missy heaved a sigh of relief and said, "How did you know?" as she held up a new, bright, pink, protective case for her iPhone. "And my favorite color!" Amanda laughed and said, "I figured it is only fair since I kind of messed up the one you have." Amanda's wink, although unnoticed by her parents, was unnerving to Missy. She tried to move on as quickly as possible before anyone asked any questions. Indeed Amanda had 'messed up' Missy's cover. Missy wanted to say, "Yeah, well that's what happens when you take somebody's phone without their permission and use it for a dildo!" But the much more restrained and appropriate response found its way across her lips. "Well thanks." Amanda just smiled back as if she were proud to have made her friend so happy. The naughty secret between them was safe for the moment. Missy opened her final gift, from her dad. It was just the postscript to the big gift she had received the night before; a brand new car. So when she pulled the giftwrap away, she smiled at her dad and sparked a round of laughter as she held up a plain, pink, diary. "Thanks dad, how did you know? My favorite color!" Daddy smiled and gave Missy a peck on the cheek. Amanda's eyes flickered with a hidden flare only Missy could come close to interpreting. Amanda may have harbored naughty thoughts, but did her friend well by keeping them to herself. And Missy may have been fully aware of those naughty thoughts, but she too kept them tucked away in the vault. But what neither girl could have ever conceived was the naughty thought that flit through daddy's mind as he gave Missy that innocent kiss on the cheek. Nobody could or ever would. Daddy was a leader in the church, respected in the community, and a faithful husband. Yet, there it was. Buried beyond the reach of suspicion by even his closest friend, by even his wife. Fully deniable since it resided in his mind for his knowledge only. But it existed none the less. Indeed, as his lips politely and properly creased the upper line of Missy's cheek, for just an instant daddy closed his eyes and allowed the thought to echo deep inside the secret place of his mind where he held such forbidden secrets captive. The words lingered longer than the kiss for sure. "Daddy loves pink, too, baby." - - - - - - After the family party wound down, Missy and Amanda were off for a ride in Missy's new car. No more than 30 seconds after pulling out of the driveway, Amanda giggled at Missy and playfully mocked her as she impersonated her voice and said, "Oh, I just love pink!" "That's not what I said and definitely not the way I said it" Missy shot back at Amanda. Amanda was not about to lighten up. She continued her teasing impersonation of Missy. "Oh thank you everyone. I so love pink. Pink, pink, pink!" "Oh my god" Missy blurted at Amanda, "YOU are the naughty one!" Missy attempted her own impersonation of Amanda. "I knew you needed a new one after I fucked up the old one shoving it inside MY pink pussy!" Amanda screamed in thrill, shock and exhilaration at Missy's comeback as she continued the mocking impersonation. "Oh daddy, I love pink so much!" "Stop it!" Missy yelled at Amanda, not so eager to mock her loving father even if it was all in fun. Amanda reacted by reaching over and tickling Missy as she was driving. "Oh, is someone a little touchy?!" Missy was confined by the seatbelt and her focus on safe driving, so she felt helpless at fending off Amanda's pokes and tickles. "Amanda! You want me to crash my new car?!" Amanda mocked her with an echoing impersonation, "Amanda, you want me to crash my new PINK car?!" They both broke out in laughter. - - - - - Mom stepped out from the shower. Dad was already in bed watching TV. As she toweled herself dry, her mind mused over the fact that her little girl was really 18 years old. Where had the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday that she was playing pretend kitchen in the family room with her make believe toys. As mom stood in front of the mirror and worked through her post-shower routine, dad laid in bed. His mind too thinking of Missy. But his thoughts were less noble. He tried to deny it to himself, to suppress the naughty temptations crouching at the door of his forbidden lust. But as he put up the half-hearted fight, he felt his cock swelling. He let go of the stranglehold on his thoughts and allowed the forbidden shadows to cross the threshold of his mind. They were just partial thoughts, quickly appearing and disappearing like the whitecaps on the lake on a windy day. Mom finished her preening and walked from the master bathroom to the bedroom, naked and refreshed. Had she been able to see beneath the covers, she would have been a bit surprised at the swollen size of her husband's cock. But it would only be after his eyes watched her cross the room, enjoying her momentary stop in front of the TV to allow his eyes to enjoy her image in the light for an added moment; only after she slid into bed beside him; only after she wrapped her arm around his waist and slithered her hand to his cock did she feel his hardness. Of course, she took it as instant arousal and high praise. Daddy shifted gears, transitioning his thoughts from forbidden pink to the God-ordained pussy of his wife calling his name. The naughty and good merged in his mind for a moment. His cock pulsated, alternately taking delight in what he could only deny and what he had every right to delight in. Missy opened her new diary. She thought pensively, pen in her mouth, as she tried to decide what would be the appropriate first entry. Finally, her fingers stroke pen to paper... Monday, May 4 Daddy gave me this diary for my 18th birthday. Amanda teased me because it is pink. Well, mostly because I said I like it because it is pink. She gave me a cover for my iPhone that is pink. Pink, pink, pink. I guess this will be my safe place to let that secret out. Thank you diary. Missy closed her diary and dutifully locked it tight, tucking the tiny key away in her jewelry box. Then she laid back on her bed. Almost on cue, her phone buzzed with a text from Amanda. -anyone thinking pink tonight? lol- Missy smiled and tapped back. -pink IS my fav color!- With her door closed and parents in bed, she felt relaxed with herself. Wearing only her nighttime tee and panties, she scrunched down into the covers to get a bit more comfortable. She held her phone in her right hand as she moved her left hand to hover just below the miniature, yellow bow delicately centered on the waistband of her panties. Mommy's hand had a firm grip on daddy's cock as they laid on their sides facing each other. She maneuvered his stiff dick like a dildo, gliding it back and forth over her clit. She used his slippery, precum-oozing tip perfectly, stroking herself as if she were alone masturbating. Daddy's mind alternated between mental images of the pussy he had known for two decades, and the pink pussy down the hallway. He was both bored and exhilarated at the same time. -I have some pink for you- Missy smiled as she scrolled down to the image just below those words showing Amanda's selfie naked on her bed, legs spread, and her pink pussy on display in the mirror. Missy let out a soft moan as she slid her panties down and scooted to the side of her bed facing the mirror on her closet door. She shivered as she used one hand to gather her tee at her breasts and the other hand to aim her iPhone camera at the mirror. Another soft moan creased the lips of mommy as she moved daddy's cock faster over her clit. Together they rocked their bodies in rhythm, side by side, on their sides, facing each other, feeling the pleasure of the arousing stimulation. Missy tapped a message into the text just beneath the fresh image of her 18 year old pussy, moist and totally shaven. -thinking pink about you- She rubbed herself more vigorously as they shared in their lover delights. Fanning the flames of arousal. Stimulating her own clitty as she sought to bring her dear lover to climax with her. She caught herself moaning just a bit too loud, worried that ears in the next bedroom might hear and have suspicions. Finally, the rush of orgasm began to erupt deep within and rush to the surface. She bucked her hips and tried to keep the pressure just right, firm but not to firm. Mommy came. Missy came. Daddy and Amanda did too. Thursday, May 7 The other night I traded pink pics with Amanda. We came together even though we could only text back and forth. What was really weird was that I could hear mom and dad doing it in bed at the very same time! I did not tell Amanda about them. I know she would have asked all kinds of questions that I do not want to answer. Missy locked up her diary and headed downstairs to breakfast. Dad was already at the table, newspaper spread in front of him, cellphone at his fingertips, and the morning TV news humming in the background. He was connected, that was for sure. Somehow, he managed to fit a bowl of cereal in front of him as well. Mom was sipping her cup of coffee and nibbling on her bagel with cream cheese. "Good morning, sleepy-head. I was beginning to wonder about you." Missy forced a polite smile at her mom's chirpy and annoying greeting. She sat down and poured her own bowl of cereal. Dad just looked up silently and nodded a sweet-eyed look of affirmation her way. She loved how he never forced anything on her, gave her space to be herself. The two of them definitely had a connection. After finishing up her cereal and mindless chatter with her mom, Missy excused herself. "Gotta get dressed for school." Daddy discreetly split his attention between the newspaper in front of him and Missy's sleek body moving away from him. Her golden blonde hair danced on her shoulders, flipping along the collar of her sheer, white tee that hung down to her knees. His mind was already busy filing away the morning's images of her across the table when facing her. Those incredible, perky breasts pressed against the ears of Minnie Mouse imprinted on her tee. For a split instant, he had spotted the outline of her hard nipples making a clear impression on those black ears. And now he made sure to disguise his focus from his wife, as he watched her smooth hips glide step by step, swaying her schoolgirl ass under her tee. Although she certainly was wearing panties, there was no panty line visible, only adding to this filthy, forbidden image making its impression on his mind. Saturday, May 9 Amanda did it again! She already ruined my first iPhone cover. Last night, she took my phone and put it on silent mode so it only buzzed at incoming calls. Then she used her own phone to call it... over and over again... holding it against her clit... telling me how good if felt to feel my pink phone on her clitty. We both had a good cum moment together, thanks to my phone and her free hand. Sunday afternoon was warm. Very warm. After arriving home from church, Missy let her parents know that Amanda was coming over to go swimming. Of course they were good with it. Daddy was REALLY good with it. Sinking that pool into the backyard a decade ago was one of the best investments he had ever made, in more ways than one. As Missy and Amanda stepped out the patio doors toward the pool, mom caught them and said. "Make sure you girls use plenty of sunscreen, sweetie. Don't want you girls to get burned." Amanda smiled at Missy's mom and with what appeared to be the most polite smile and good-girl respect she could project she said, "Don't worry. Neither of us wants to get burned, maybe just a little pink." Missy cringed inwardly at Amanda's daring reply. Outwardly she just smiled and giggled and grabbed Amanda's arm trying to get her out of the house as quickly as possible. Daddy was a different thing altogether though. The potential double entendre' was not lost on him. He was certainly surprised, not really having ever considered the thought that Amanda could be THAT bad of an influence on his Missy. Yet, nobody would ever think that HE could have such thoughts either. As the girls laid out by the pool, daddy found a strategic position which provided an obvious view of the TV and a less obvious angle to the pool patio area. When the girls jumped in the pool, he only had to swivel the chair to recalibrate his position so that he could also see the shallow end of the pool. He alternated his attention between the slow-moving golf tournament on TV and the arousing view in the backyard. Mom laid down on the couch across the room from dad to take her Sunday afternoon nap. This delicate and limited freedom allowed him a bit more latitude on his viewing choices. As she drifted off, his mind drifted towards those two bodies in the backyard. The tinted windows only added further cover to his secret glances. Amanda floated on her back in the shallow end of the pool. Missy sat on the bench step, the surface lapping just under the lower edge of her bikini top. Daddy's eyes admired the view of Amanda's perky, 18 year old, d-cup, teen titties bobbing just above then below the surface, her sheer yellow bikini top stretched to its limits. Of course, daddy kept every naughty move secret, every forbidden leer hidden. There was not a thought he entertained or move he made or vision he pursued that did not include an instant escape plan and plausible deniability. So, as he gazed at Amanda, he repositioned himself in his chair so that his hardening cock had room to roam without risk of his wife unexpectedly stirring and opening her eyes. He moved his hand down over his crotch, partly to shield his arousal as an additional level of security and partly to apply pressure to his shaft that helped fuel his growing lust. As he enjoyed the view of Amanda's body now lying on the deck, her pert, teen titties still pointed skyward, Missy began to move towards the steps in the shallow end of the pool, preparing to exit the cool, refreshing waters. She stepped in the line of daddy's vision, for a brief instant blocking his view of Amanda. He shuddered. He fought the temptation for only an instant. Then he allowed his eyes to follow her. Watching her move to the steps. His cock throbbing against the pressure of the palm of his hand. Her body swishing against the water as she moved to the lowest step, her hips rising just above the surface the of the water. Daddy could hear his heart beating. He could feel it beating through his cock. His eyes no longer alternating from TV to pool. He was locked in now; all lust. As Missy moved to the second of third steps, her knees surfaced. Her wet bikini bottoms glistened in the sun. And there, sweetly creased above and between her beautiful white thighs was the impression in the fabric of her bottoms... he swallowed hard... he grew even harder... as he strained to capture that image in his mind of his daughter's smooth slit revealed in the seductive indentation her bikini bottoms offered. By the time she arrived at the top step, there was a word that confronted his mind. One word. One, simple word that he dared to think, to hope, to hear. PINK. Sunday, May 10 Today Amanda was at her naughty worst. She knew daddy was watching out the window as we were swimming; or so she said. I don't think he would do that. But she said she could feel his eyes on her. She tried to show off, but I told her to stop because my mom might catch her and then we would be in big trouble. But the real reason is because I don't want her doing that type of stuff to daddy. It's just not right. She should be happy to keep her attention on me! Besides, daddy would never do anything naughty like that. I told her so. As Missy reread her latest diary entry, she decided that she needed to talk to Amanda seriously about this. She was getting a little tired of dealing with Amanda's repeated and seemingly increasing fascination with her dad. A few days later, Missy brought it up. "Amanda, we need to talk." "Uh-oh, sounds serious. Are you breaking up with me?!" "No way!" Missy blurted out. "Just the opposite. I really, really like you. You are all I want." Amanda cuddled up next to Missy. "Okay then, what's on your mind?" Missy waded in carefully. "Well, it's about my dad." Amanda instantly sat up and with a sparkle in her eyes and a knowing expression on her face she teasingly said, "Yesss?" "Well, you know, I am a little uncomfortable with something." Amanda unconsciously licked her lips. She was certain that she knew what Missy was about to admit. She was confident. She was wrong. "Amanda, sometimes you say things that make me feel uncomfortable." Amanda nodding, hearing what she thought was the preamble to Missy's long overdue admission to having taboo desires for her dad. "It's just that, well, I want to be yours, ALL yours." Missy blushed, surprised at her own awkwardness. Amanda leaned in with warm eyes and a snuggle of affirmation. "I want to be all yours too, sweetie." Missy responded. "Well, it's just that this stuff about my dad kind of, I don't know, get's in the way." Amanda nodding knowingly, thinking she understood what Missy was trying to say. "It's okay, Missy, I understand." Missy felt a rush of relief, shocked that she had barely said anything and yet Amanda was so willing to be so understanding. Missy fumbled with her words. "I know he is special and lots of women think he is sexy. But, I don't want to see you... see him..." her voice trailed off as she trembled and began to whimper, dangling at the edge of her nerves and emotions. Amanda stroked Missy's hair to calm her fears as she spoke intimately to comfort Missy. "Oh sweetie, you are my pink and my only pink. But I understand. What you are feeling is not easy to deal with." Missy felt the warmth of Amanda's words and intentions, even as she sensed a note just off key. She lifted her head away from Amanda's embrace and said, "So, you won't be that way about him anymore?" Amanda's hand stopped stroking Missy's hair. In fact, just about everything that she thought had been moving in sync with Missy stopped. "Huh? Me? What way?" Missy tensed up, "You know, the way you can be." Amanda flinched back, confused and a bit put off. "Wait a second. What are we talking about here?" Missy, emboldened by what she believed was a meeting of their minds, spoke much more clearly now. "We are talking about you and daddy, how you sometimes do sexy stuff to flirt with him or tempt him."