A Secret Revelation Ch. 1

Even though we had found our new relationship, my father and I decided it would be best to remain in separate beds for the time being. And inside me, I needed time to mull over the things that were said and done. On one hand, I was ecstatically happy that we had taken this step; on the other hand, things were different, and there was no turning back. But in the end...I had not one unhappy bone in my body that I had done what I did with my father. He was a kind, caring, compassionate man that I found myself intensely attracted to and unlike many other men I could trust. I was positive about that. My father was already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, when I made my way downstairs the next morning. He looked up, a sleepy smile on his face. "'Morning, Chasey." "Hi, Daddy." I said with a yawn. "I'm going to call in to work today." I started a pot of coffee and poured myself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the kitchen sink as I tried to fully rouse myself. It took me a moment to realize my father was eyeing me from behind his paper in my white cami and panties, which I didn't give much thought to as I lugged myself out of bed this morning. I smiled to myself and ran my fingers along the waistband of my panties, watching his green eyes follow every movement I made. "Really? Not feeling well?" "Just a lazy day. Want some coffee?" I asked, setting down my glass. He pretended to just look up from the paper. "Sure, baby. Thank you." I poured a cup and handed it to him black, the way he liked it. He was already in his work uniform, and my body came alive as my eyes rested on the small patch of skin showing at his throat. I glanced up at the clock. He had twenty minutes before his partner came to pick him up. My father blinked in surprise as I snatched the paper away from him, tossing it carelessly behind me. I threw my leg over him and eased into his lap, setting my moistening pussy directly over his crotch, which was already semi-hard from his previous observation of his daughter. I bent my head to gently suckle on his neck, slipping my tongue to the hollow of his throat as his warm hands cupped my firm young ass. "Ohhh, sweetie..." he groaned as I rubbed my pussy into his hardening cock. "I - I have to go to work...Shaun will be here soon..." "Do you want me?" I whispered, slipping a hand down between us to pull my panties to the side. He moaned and pulled my cami down, letting my breasts pop free to suck a pink nipple into his warm mouth. I made quick work of his uniform pants and boxers, managing to pull his thick, rigid cock free of both and running my fingertips over the mushroom-shaped head. "Tell me what you want, Daddy," I murmured. His hands instinctively tried to push me down unto his hard shaft, but I stood firm. "Tell me." "I want you, baby. I want to push my cock into your tight, warm body." He moaned hotly. "Jesus, Chasey, what are you doing to me?" I gave a little gasp of pleasure as I sank down unto his pulsing member, feeling him stretch and fill me to the hilt. He groaned low in his throat, renewing his vigorous suckling of my hard nipples as I began to fuck up and down his cock. His wet tongue circled and flicked the sensitive flesh, lightly nibbling, teasing me to frenzied lust. "Ahhh yes, baby, fuck me...fuck me..." He gasped. I arched backwards, leaning back against the kitchen table as I let the ecstasy of my father's thick organ overtake me. I moaned as he stood to push me unto my back on top of the sturdy wooden table, spreading my thighs wide apart to watch his cock, wet with my juices, slip in and out of my tight cunt. His hands gripped the backs of my knees as he fucked me, thrusting so hard and deep inside me the table began to move. "Yesss...Daddy...give me your cock!" I cried hotly. "Fuck me...oh god...I'm going to cum...I'm cummmming!" My orgasm exploded over me, washing me with waves of pleasure, my vagina contracting tight around his throbbing member. "Chasey...I'm going to cum..." he groaned, his fingers digging so hard into my skin he left marks. "I want to taste you." I said. He nodded and thrust once more before pulling out, backing up to let me kneel in front of him. I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis, taking him deep in my throat as he cried out and began to shoot his hot cream. "Ohhh god, yes baby...yesss..." he moaned. I milked him for every drop, savoring the thick, salty taste and licking up any remaining from his softening cock. "You taste good." I murmured with a grin as I stood and we straightened our clothing. He flushed lightly, smiling as a soft knock sounded at the front door. "Work calls." "You didn't even get to finish your coffee." I teased. "I had something much more fulfilling," he said softly, kissing my forehead. "Have a good day, sweetie." "You too, Daddy." I followed along into the living room and rubbed my upper arms as I watched my father stride to the front door, turning to give me an affectionate wink before exiting and closing the door behind him. I stood there for a moment until a huge smile came over my face, and I let out a little shriek of excitement as I ran upstairs to call Tasha. It was still pretty early in the morning, but I knew she would have to get up to get ready for work. "Yeah?" she said grouchily, picking up after the seventh ring. "'Morning, sunshine!" I sang, flopping down on my bed. "How's my girl?" "Mmmfummph." She muttered. I chuckled, picturing her mouth buried in her pillow. "Call in to work, baby. I want you to come over to my place." I said. "What for?" "Please, do it for me?" "Sure, honey. I'll be over in an hour or so." She blew a quick kiss and hung up. I made a quick call to work to let them know I wasn't coming in, hopped off my bed and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower as I replayed the previous nights events in my head. Not so long ago, my father and I were having sex in this exact spot; I fought the familiar tingle of lust and finished up, rushing through the rest of the morning's toiletries. I chose to wear a pair of pale pink bikini panties, short denim short's and a white midriff t-shirt, all which set off my tanned skin, big breasts, and long legs. Before I headed downstairs I clipped on a silver anklet and lightly sprayed on some perfume, grinning when I saw Tasha's black Eclipse pull up in the driveway. "Anyone home?" Tasha called out as she came in and closed the door behind her, laughing as I hurried downstairs to wrap my arms around her for a wet kiss. My lover looked hot as usual in a short, pale blue sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing enough cleavage to give a saint a hard-on. Her tan legs made my mouth water. "God, what has gotten into you?" She asked, pulling back to look into my blue eyes with her probing brown ones. Her jaw dropped and she tugged me to the couch, speaking after we had settled down indian-style facing each other. "You did it, didn't you? You slept with your dad!" I paused. "Define slept...?" She grabbed my upper thighs and squeezed, sending me into a fit of giggles. I wiggled away, resettling indian-style and letting my eyes wander under her sundress, gasping when I realized that the little tease was not wearing any panties. My cunt was instantly hot and wet, throbbing along with my heartbeat as I tried to tear my eyes away from her hairless sex. "You like that?" She murmured, catching my gaze and spreading her slim thighs a little wider. "My father barely let me leave the house this morning when I showed him." "You tease..." I breathed. "Did you let him fuck you?" "No, my brother had just gotten up. Left him with a big hard-on though..." she trailed off, giving me a smug little smile. "Come on, Chasey, tell me about last night!" I grinned and described the night before, giving her little details wherever she asked for them. She was wide-eyed the whole time, obviously enjoying the escapades and listening with a twinkle in her brown eyes. "I knew you had it in you," Tasha teased. "I just had to give you a little push." "You don't think...something's wrong with us?" I asked softly. She chuckled and reached out to pull me on top of her, slipping her hand down the front of my shorts to play between my swollen pussy lips. I moaned and began to unbutton her dress, shoving it aside to suck on a hard pink nipple. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with us, besides wanting good-looking older men." She murmured, nibbling on my earlobe and pushing her middle finger inside my tight pussy hole. "They just happen to be our father's is all." Our eyes met and we laughed, pulling each other close to mash our mouths together. The phone rang, jarring us both from our hazy senses of lust. I crawled up over Tasha and grabbed the phone, trying not to shriek out loud when she worked another finger in my dripping cunt from under the leg of my shorts. "Um...hello?" "Hey, Chasey." "Oh hi, Daddy." I replied, surprised. Tasha increased the pace of her thrusting fingers, my arousal juices trickling down her forearm. "Since you were going to call in from work today, I wanted to call before you made any other plans to see if you wanted to go out and have lunch later today." I bit my lip, my orgasm building fast as Tasha used her thumb on my hard clit and worked her fingers in and out of my hungry vagina. "Sure, definitely. What time?" "About noon. There's a bar down the street all the guys are recommending, so I thought we'd go there for a bite." "Do you mind if Tasha comes along?" "Not at all. Meet me at the station, ok, sweetie?" "Ok, see you then." I said and hung up, steadying myself above my lover as she renewed her assault on my greedy pussy, her slim fingers wet with my cream. I moaned in pleasure and reached underneath my t-shirt, lightly pinching my pencil eraser sized nipples as my orgasm fast approached. "Where are we going at noon?" Tasha asked curiously, her tongue peeking out to slide over her full bottom lip. She loved to watch me cum. "Lunch with Daddy," I gasped. "Ohhh Tasha...I'm going to cum..." She smiled up at me, her brown eyes full of lust. "Cum on my fingers, Chasey...mmmmm, yes, fuck my fingers faster, baby!" I arched back sharply as an orgasm tore through my body, shooting straight to my toes and clenching my cunt tight around my best friend's thrusting fingers. With a dopey grin I slid down next to her slim length on the couch, tossing my leg over hers as she stuck her cum-covered fingers in her mouth. "So are you going to return the favor?" Tasha asked, turning on her side to face me when she finished sucking off her fingers.

My brow furrowed. "Favor...?"

She took my hand and slid it between her sleek thighs, sighing in pleasure when I began to gently stroke her hard little clit, her pussy already soaking wet. "I want to play with your Daddy too, Chasey."

Almost immediately, as if ignoring the orgasm that racked through it but moments ago, my sex began a slow, deep throb. I could not deny to myself that it didn't turn me on thinking of my father and my best friend fucking...to watch his big, hard cock plunging in and out of my lover's sweet pussy. Tasha gasped as I slipped my index and middle fingers in her tight vagina, finger fucking her slow and deep as she eagerly pushed her hips forward. She was so warm and wet, almost sucking my fingers into her grasping cunt as she rode my fingers.

"You want him?" I murmured. "You want to feel my father's big cock in you, Tasha? You want him to fuck you good and hard, don't you?"

"Ohhh god, yes...yes..." Tasha moaned, bucking her hips against my hand. "I want him to fuck me, Chasey...I want his cock fucking me so hard...please...ooohh god, I'm going to...cum...cum...cummmming!"

I pulled my hand away and stuck my fingers in my mouth, licking off the sweet cream from each digit with relish. Tasha caught her breath and nuzzled close against me, sighing in satisfaction. In no time we were both dozing off, thoughts of not only each other but of the men we had finally found playing like a favored record in the back of our minds.

"Chasey Alexandra!" Tasha shouted from downstairs. "Get your sweet ass moving, we're going to be late meeting your dad!"

"All right, all right, I'll be right down!" I shouted back, taking a last look in the mirror. Feeling inspired by Tasha's sundress, I had changed into a white halter that tied around my neck, leaving my smooth shoulders and upper back bare. My breasts stood firm and perky even without a bra, and I blushed slightly as my nipples hardened to firm points, pushing through the fabric of my top. With the top I chose a short, mid-thigh length black skirt with a daring slit up the right side. I didn't bother to wear panties; I didn't want to. I pulled a brush through my hair until it shone and fell softly around my shoulders before rushing downstairs to join my impatient friend.

Tasha's brown eyes widened as she took me in. "Was I telling you to hurry? Maybe we have a couple minutes..."

"Quit it," I giggled. "Lets get going."

It was well after noon by the time Tasha and I showed up at the station; we headed to my father's office, getting more than our fair share of glances and appreciative smiles. Daddy looked up as we entered the office, giving us a sweet, dimpled smile. His green eyes first ran over me, lingering over my bare thighs and shoulders, and then Tasha who noticeably preened under my father's gaze.

"Hi, Daddy." I said, smiling back.

"Hi, Riley." Tasha purred. I poked her in the side with my elbow and she stuck out her tongue, an evil little twinkle in her brown eyes.

"Hey, girls. You two are a sight for sore eyes," He grinned and pushed his papers away, standing. "Ready for some lunch?"

The three of us walked to the bar, a mid-sized establishment decorated for comfort and relaxation, the heady aroma of liquor and cigarette smoke pleasing our noses as we went in. We chose a booth in a secluded corner, the lighting around us dim and cozy; I sat to the left of Daddy, Tasha to his right. A lone man dressed in a gray business suit sat at the bar nursing a drink, and he turned to look at us with interest. His eyes were shifty; I could tell from where I was in my seat that he was drunk.

"That your boyfriend?" he asked, his unfocused eyes glancing in me and Tasha's general direction. My best friend and I exchanged looks.

"He's our boyfriend." I said, feigning indignation. A curl of excitement unfurled through my belly seeing the surprised look on the man's face. He was probably expecting us to respond father, not boyfriend, I thought with an inward chuckle. Definitely not expecting the both of us to be taken.

"That so?" The man slurred. "Yeah right. Daddy is takin his babies out to lunch."

"You think I would do this to my Daddy?" I asked and turned to my father, sliding my hand around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. I was surprised and pleased when his warm hand slid up the length of my thigh, resting inches from my bare pussy. When we parted, he looked over at Tasha as if he just realized she was still there and flushed.

"Oh...Tasha..." he began but was silenced as my lover covered his mouth with hers. I watched with mixed feelings of jealousy and lust as my best friend's tongue pushed into my father's mouth, and her hand crept into his lap to squeeze his rising erection. The man at the bar snickered and turned his interest back to his drink.

Tasha and Daddy pulled away from each other, but her hand remained over the bulge in his pants. My pussy throbbed as she stroked and fondled him, her nipples hard and thrusting through the fabric of her sundress. Without the man at the bar watching, it was as if we were alone; the booth seemed to close us in and put us in our own world. A world where I was turned on seeing my best friend touch and tease my father to a hard, throbbing erection and the danger of anyone being able to see what was going on was present. I was more turned on than I had ever been; it was time to take things to the limit.

"Tasha," I murmured. She looked up, her brown eyes hazy with unsatisfied lust. "Come here."

With an eager smile, my lover met my mouth in front of my astonished father. I nuzzled her mouth open to play with her tongue, tasting her warm sweetness as we kissed with unbridled desire. My hand joined Tasha's over Daddy's bulge, and I firmly squeezed it as his breathing quickened. We heard the click of heels on the floor, and Tasha and I quickly pulled away as a cute waitress around twenty years old appeared in front of our table.

"Are you folks ready to order?" She drawled. We hadn't even glanced at our menus yet, and my father cleared his throat as he picked his up. His rock hard cock tented the front of his pants and I had no doubt the waitress saw it; she winked at me knowingly as he rattled off an order for us. She thanked us and headed off.

There were a few moments of awkward silence. "You knew?" Daddy murmured, looking at Tasha, referring to our 'special relationship'. She nodded and smiled.

"And you two...?"

"Extremely bisexual." I replied to his uncompleted question. He sat back looking more than a little dazed as the new information sank in, but it didn't escape me that his hard-on hadn't subsided. I needed to touch his cock again; my pussy was so wet the seat was slippery underneath me. Reaching over I unbuttoned his uniform pants and tugged them open, carefully pulling out his thick penis through the opening in his boxers. He made a weak attempt to stop me, but that stopped once I wrapped my fist around his shaft, slowly pulling up and down the length of his hot, throbbing steel. God, I loved touching him, feeling him pulse in my palm! I savored the look of pleasure that went through my father's face as I stroked his cock, Tasha intently watching us.

"Ohhh, sweetie...I'll cum if you keep rubbing me like that," he groaned softly. I tilted my head up to kiss him, accepting his probing tongue inside my mouth as I continued to pump him. Tasha, unable to just sit by, enclosed a hand around the upper half of his cock while I continued on the bottom, gently caressing his balls with my fingertips. We matched our strokes until my father was gasping in pleasure, pushing his hips up to meet our fists. His green eyes closed as he hardened in our stroking hands.

"I'm going to cum...ooohh god," he moaned. Tasha quickly bent down and enclosed her mouth around the pre-cum oozing tip, Daddy's hand coming down on the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, biting his lip to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came. She was wiping off a few spare droplets of his cream from her chin when the waitress appeared again, setting down our food. My father had a pleased smile on his handsome face as he finished tucking in his shirt and sat up to the table, looking to those around him like a little boy with a big secret.

"You folks enjoy your food." The waitress smiled over a mouthful of gum and left us. Tasha and I caught each other's eye over my father's shoulder as he heartily dug into his food.

"We'll enjoy much more than that." I murmured with a wink at my best friend.

This story is purely fiction; I have never had an incestuous experience (and really don't plan on having one either, lol - but have always wanted to write an incest story) Please vote for my story below, and if you do decide to vote low, please let me know why by sending a quick feedback email. I am seriously considering writing a Part Two, also. Feel free to let me know what you think!

Thanx =)

Chasey