Daddy, Take Me Ch. 50-53

I was shocked at the double standard, but when I thought it through, I got it. I'd rather have her as my sister forever, than a lover for a short time and ruin my marriage, and my relationship with her. It took me a while to come to this decision, but hugged and kissed them both when my head accepted the compromise.

"If anything does happen, would you two be there? With me? With...us? I think we'd both need that, Belle. You both know how attracted she is to you both. Think about it, at least, 'kay? Just one time...I promise," I said, and hugged her warmly. "I feel as if I'm cheating on you both. I know I'm not, but there's still this nagging feeling," I explained.

"Let's see, Chloe, aye? Maisie and I will talk about it, but don't count on it, hmm?" she tenderly said. "And, no, you're not cheating if we give our consent, hmm?"

Soon enough, I could hear Maggie pull up her almost new Audi (yeah, I was still miffed with dad!) and walk in with her bag, her shy smile making Belle chuckle, as they tenderly embraced. Of course, Maggie had to push things and planted a kiss on Belle's lips, but luckily with not quite as much fervour as last Saturday's! She handed Belle a bag of fresh pastries she had bought at the local bakery and cheerily smiled at me.

"Hi, hun. Or should I say, Trouble?" Belle giggled, and hugged Mags again. "C'mon in."

Maggie shyly lowered her head and walked in, Belle's hand in hers.

"I'm not really trouble, am I?" Maggie sighed.

Belle laughed raucously and told her that, no, for the most part, she wasn't, and they both laughed, embracing each other.

"Hi, sis," she grinned. "Thought you might enjoy these, so stopped off at McCays and picked up your faves."

My little sister walked to me and embraced me just as lovingly. I was quite taken aback, actually. She seemed, well, a bit too brazen for the little sister I knew. Or did I?

But, damn, she looked good. I seemed to look at her differently today. Her youthful body was trim and desirably fit. She stood five-five, perhaps, and weighed somewhere around eight stone, maybe eight and a bit on a bad month. Her long red-auburn hair hung easily over her shoulders but was now tied back with a simple ribbon. Her breasts. God, her fucking breasts! 34Cs. Yeah, I checked a while ago. See, I am a pervy sister! Her hazel eyes shone with the enthusiasm of youth, only adding to her allure. Unlike her mum, Emily, she had not a trace of freckles, but I always lustfully wondered if they were hidden somewhere secret on that delectable body. Somewhere I hadn't seen. Yet.

"C'mon, we're all outside, hun," Belle smiled, and took her hand. "We'll love these!" she smiled, opening the bag and smelling the delicious, sweet treats.

Mags grabbed our hands and walked down the path. Here goes, I thought. Maggie went bounding down the walkway, her loose dress, floating and blowing in the breeze and plopped herself down next to Maisie, hugging and kissing her. Belle and I had caught up, as Maggie shyly, for some reason, looked at me. There was this hesitation in her eyes; endearing, yes, but there, nonetheless.

I took the spare space next to her and pulled her hand to mine.

"How's our little Trouble, hmm?" I laughed, and she scooted over and hugged me again. We looked at each other differently than we had before. After our virtually illicit kiss last week, our relationship changed. Now we'd see how much. Instead of the bright, breezy kiss she gave my wives, this one was different. Tenuous, at first, but then slow and almost passionate, but without the frenzy. Ohh, fuck, I thought.

After our lips relaxed, she laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me.

"Hungry?" she asked, digging into the bag Belle had put on the table.

"Thanks, Mags. You didn't have to, but I can see Maisie is pleased!" we laughed.

"Coffee? Tea? Fruit? Or...?" Belle asked, and took Maisie's hand and headed back to the house. Thanks, girls, I 'humphed' to myself.

"So," Maggie chirped up. "Tell me about your week. Lilly and I miss our chats, ya know," she pouted.

"And I miss you both, too," I smiled, and squeezed her hand, catching up with all the innocuous things we had both been up to.

We drank our teas and gobbled our pastries, then Belle said she was taking Maisie out for a long massage and spa day, then one of their 'Ladies What Lunch' dates. I gave her a subtle smile, wishing I was joining them now! They hugged us both and headed back in. to ready themselves.

When Maisie hugged me, she whispered, "Be kind and listen to her," and kissed me.

Here we go, I thought, still in two minds about crossing this line.

It was a coolish morning, the breeze on the river picking up. Maggie turned her body to mine, her legs under her bum and clasped my hand.

Mags took my other hand and placed it on her thigh, my nails lightly scratching her flesh.

She took a piece of melon and brought it teasingly to my mouth. My lips parted, but she rubbed it across them and slipped it slowly inside. I sucked her fingers and our eyes locked on each other's.

Fuck!

"I...I think we need to talk, hmm?" I said, haltingly. My body shivered and betrayed my 'sensible, grownup side.' I felt her fingertip return to my tongue, even though her other hand was now back on my thigh.

"Why me, huh? Why...us?" I sighed, trying to be as nonplussed as possible. "What is about Maisie and Belle, hmm? I kinda get me, but them, too?" I asked.

Maggie went quiet, her thoughts swirling through her head, as she tugged at her hair.

"And why not you? Chloe, you've always been there for Lily and me. I look up to, and even admire you. I always have. You should know that, huh?" she said.

"'Listen, admiring me is one thing, but this uhm, fixation? Where does that come from? You never thought I was just being a big sister to you?"

"Come on, Chloe. You've always been so cool, so together and then you started dating Mais. I...I wanted to be just like you...even then," she sighed.

"But...you do know now that I didn't have my shit together, hmm? So, when you realised I was this fallible sister, why...me?" I asked, trying to get some reason I could relate to from her. "I always thought I was being a good influence on you. I guess not, hmm?" I smiled.

"I don't know how to describe it, Chloe. It's like when you fell in love with, Maisie, hmm? You just knew, right? You couldn't figure out all the reasons...you just did," she sighed, and squeezed my thigh, reiterating every word with her tender touch. "It's just you, sis," she said, and took a deep breath. "I fancy you, okay? You know why, don't you?" her hand carefully sliding another inch under the hem of my dress.

Ohh, fuck...Careful, Chloe!

I thought a change of tack was called for. I was afraid of what she'd say next, afraid I'd give in to the direction this conversation was going. I placed my hand on her hers, stopping hers from crawling any further under my dress.

"And Maisie and Belle? Me I can sort of understand...but Belle and Maisie? You do know you can be friends with people and not have it turn into something sexual, hmm?" I explained. "Sometimes the best friendships are just that."

"I like their lips," she giggled, and I slapped her leg. "Okay!" she laughed. "I'm just teasing. But, I like how they treat me, listen to me, and understand me. Okay, maybe I'm going a bit overboard, but I want them to notice me, ya know? Don't tell them that...please? This stays between us. Don't bloody embarrass me, okay? I...I love watching you all together. I want that," she sighed, a twinge of sadness in her voice.

"Mags...you're eighteen! Give it time, 'kay? We all know you'll get there, right? We're here for you...and Lily, 'kay? But this is the wrong way to go about it, understand? Your not-so-clumsy attempts at seducing my wives will only cause you hurt. And us. It's not happening, all right? Accept their friendship and love, right? That needs to be enough, hear me?" I said, somewhat sternly, finally secure in my decision. Yay!

"And...you? I, uhh, dream of you. All the time, Chloe," she sighed, her fingers still playing with the hem of my dress.

"Maggie. those will pass...in time, 'kay? We're sisters, so I understand it, right? Just give it time and put your energy into your art and coursework," I sighed, hopefully defusing her obvious anxiety.

"But, I can't very well just stop these, uhm, dreams, can I?" she said, too fucking coquettishly, biting her bottom lip. "Besides...I like it. I love my, uhm, daydreams about you...about us."

Oh, fuck! I knew I had to shut this down. Quickly!

I stared at her pure, almost virginal face and was swept away. Stay fucking resolute, Chloe, I told myself. Don't give in! Then I felt her fingertips silently stroking my thigh. I looked into her eyes and saw what another person in love sees; desire, hope, resolve and yes, delusions.

"Maggie. Really...this can't happen, 'kay? I won't lose Maisie or Belle, right? If you love me...and Maisie and Belle, you won't push this, all right?" I said, exasperated at her youthful insistence.

"I'm...infatuated with you. All of you. But especially," she breathed, "you," she hoarsely moaned, and shuffled about, kneeling in front of me now. Her fingers uncontrollably reached out and lightly rested on my covered mounds.

Fuck, that feels good, I thought, as I gingerly moved her hand from my breast, my body betraying me, though.

Maggie," I sighed, trying to come up with the right words. "No, sweetie. C'mon now. Don't put me in this position. You're not being fair," I said, as she moved her head closer to mine, her lips almost touching mine.

"Have you ever had...dreams about me, Chloe? Hmmm? Have you ever...dreamed of what your little sister looks like. Have you...dreamed of touching me? Tell me, Chloe. You have, right? Tell me," she rasped, her lips still not touching mine, and adamant she needed an answer.

My vagine was slowly oozing, my heartbeat riding, and now my body shifting around.

"Mags. Please," I whispered, wanting too bloody much to take her and kiss those post-pubescence lips and devour them. Involuntarily, I brought my lips almost to hers, but she pulled back, a small childish smirk on her beautiful face, her eyes alive and playful.

Her resistance was amazing, her teasing lips still perilously close to mine. Where the fuck did she learn this self-control? Okay, I knew she wasn't a virgin. We had that conversation last year, but her boldness and her self-assuredness surprised me. Sure, I had caught glimpses of it over the years, but here she was, acting like an unblushing Lolita! Well, as she was eighteen, maybe not a Lolita, but a temptress, nonetheless!

"No, Maggie. No...darling," I lamented, our eyes never leaving the other, as we hovered in that delirious limbo, neither one of us committing to the final, perilous act. "I'm going to get pissed off at you if you keep this up," I said sternly murmured, the two competing angels on my shoulders pulling me one way, then the other.

"Just...just let me show you, hmm?" she whispered, and pulled her lips away from mine. Fuck! I moaned to myself. Why didn't you just fucking kiss me; take the burden from me! Her fingers went to the buttons on my dress, and easier than I expected, undid one, then her fingers prepared to unclasp the next. "Let me show you what I do when I...think of you, Chloe," she murmured, so fucking sexily.

And I sat there, stunned and stone-like, as she undid another button. And another.

"Mags. Really. C'mon, sweetie. Sit, 'kay? Let's just talk this through, all right? C'mon now," I half-heartedly begged. But I didn't stop her fingers from loosening yet another tiny button. "Stop! Now! Damn you, Mags! You're going to ruin...everything. Is that what you want, hmm? Think of me for once, 'kay? If you love me, and I know you do, sweetie, you'll stop this right now!" I hissed, and re-did two of the buttons she had undone. But I left the other two undone.

"It's because I love you that I'm doing this, Chloe," she pouted. I knew someone's heart was going to be broken...and it wasn't going to be mine.

"Maggie. Please...we shouldn't...we really shouldn't. Let's...let's talk, 'kay? C'mon. Don't...don't do this to...me," I moaned, too loud. "I can't stop you from, uhh, masturbating about me, but that's where it stays, all right? In your head. A fantasy. Now, stop being the spoiled bitch I know you're not, and think of me. Dammit, Maggie!" I sighed.

Maggie pushed her long, red-auburn hair from her face, the sadness seeping through me.

"But...I...I love you, Chloe. I really do," she smiled, and pecked my lips. "Sowwy for being a bitch, but I can't help it, okay?" she sighed, sounding more like a petulant fourteen-year-old than the eighteen-year-old on the cusp of womanhood she was.

"And I love you, sweetie. But you knew that already, hmm?" I laughed. "We don't have to share or show our love through sex though, hmm? This will end badly... for everyone, so please, just behave, 'kay?" I implored, and pulled her despondent body to mine.

She wrapped her arms around me, as the tears came. I combed her hair with my fingers, planting sisterly kisses on her head, telling her everything would be okay.

"I don't ever want to lose what we have, Maggie. God, you're my sister, right? As much as I may find you desirable...I won't do this. I just...can't. We can still share kisses, 'kay, but that's it. You'll be fine, Trouble. I know you will. You'll get there, though. My God, Mags, you're eighteen. You're not supposed to have it all figured out, right? So, until you do, you'll fall in love and get hurt. That's all part of it, hmm? When you find that someone, just...be kind, right? There's a time and place for everything, Mags. A time to love and a time to fuck. Learn from them both. You're a beautiful, creative woman. You have so much going for you. Take your time. You'll find that someone. You'll find your own Maisie or Belle. Or maybe you won't. Just don't be an arsehole in the meantime," I chuckled.

"Are we still...good?" she asked, uncertainty etched on her quiet, now-childlike face.

"God, Maggie. C'mon. Of course, we are. We always will be, too. I'm not allowing your lechery to get in the way of us, 'kay?" I laughed.

"Don't...I'm embarrassed now. What a twit, eh?" she giggled.

"Aren't we all at time, hmm?" I reassured her. "C'mon. Let's put some music on and relax out here for a bit. I wish we were invited to their spa day! Humph! I guess we don't count, hmm?" I laughed and we snuggled up.

I knew we were both thinking of the 'what-ifs' if the day had gone as we both had anticipated. I'm just glad the better of my angels had won this battle. Even with my wives 'permission,' something was off. I just couldn't.

We had both calmed down, the acceptance of what we had talked about, finally settling in. Our relationship had taken a huge turn today, but we came out closer, our bond tighter than we could have ever imagined.

"I won't stay the night, Chloe. I...I think you need time with Mais and Belle, okay? Just...just be nice with what you say about me, okay? And tell them I'll still be kissing them!" she chuckled, albeit a bit more shyly now. "Do you forgive me?" she asked, as she pulled another pastry from the bag.

"There's nothing to forgive, Maggie. I'm flattered if truth be told! There aren't too many hot eighteen-year-olds who would find me attractive!" I giggled.

"You'd be surprised," she smirked, and we kissed. It was a long, tender, simmering, dreamy kiss, one that told us we were back.

We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing about, laughing, chatting about her friends and yes, still subtly flirting. That girl was relentless!

After some time, I walked her to her car and waved, as she pulled out and headed home. I wrapped my arms around myself and suddenly missed my Maisie and Belle. I grabbed a bottle of Chablis and headed out to the river-side sofa. I had the music on low and watched the sun as it dipped into the river.

An hour later, I heard the rumblings of my wives, back from their pampering day and excited. When they saw I was alone, they looked shocked.

"Is everything...where's Maggie?" Maisie asked.

"She's at home now," I sighed, sedately, and they both sat next to me, a hand each on theirs.

And for the next thirty minutes, I told them of my day.

"I...I couldn't do it. God knows I wanted to, but I just couldn't. I kept thinking about us and what we have and knew I couldn't. I'm so in love with you both, you know? It just felt wrong. Mags understands. She gets it...I hope!" I sighed.

They both enveloped me in their sweet, comforting arms.

Belle lifted my chin and whispered, "We both love you, Chloe," and kissed me, my lips giving up my tongue with no resistance. "Come. Upstairs...little one," she smiled, cheerfully, seeing the hurt etched in my forlorn face.

Turning to Maisie, she sniggered and said, "I think someone needs us, hmm?" as Maisie enthusiastically nodded her head. I had been on tenterhooks all day, my emotions swaying one way, and then the other.

We giggled and playfully swatted each other, as we ran upstairs. I pushed the door open and ran in, jumping on the bed. Belle just smirked at me, as Maisie stood at the foot of the bed and began to disrobe.

"Someone's anxious, hmm?" she teased.

"Who? Me?" I coquettishly sighed, biting my lower lip and smiling. I playfully undid another two buttons of my dress.

Belle finished lighting the candles and played her soothing music.

"What does our little one need, hmm?" she asked, as she flirtingly walked to the bed.

Maisie had unbuttoned her blouse, but kept it on, as she undid her linen trousers and pushed them over her hips. Her body glowed, not only from the indulgent afternoon but because that's how she was. Glistening. Radiant. Simply beautiful.

As Belle crawled onto the bed, I shuffled off, laughing and sticking my tongue out at her. I went to my nightside cabinet and reached in. Belle was still smirking, as she slowly stripped her dress from her full-bosomed body. I stared at them both, as I placed my wedding choker around my neck, clasped it and fiddled with the pearls, aligning them with my neck.

"Ohh, baby-girl," Belle cooed, approvingly, knowing the significance of the choker to our love-making. And fucking.

I undid the rest of the buttons on my dress (for the second time today! Humph!) and alluringly as I could, exposed myself to my wives.

They stared at my marked panties and chuckled at each other.

"Fuck me," I sighed. "Love me," I rasped, giving myself to these two. "Tie me down. Lash me. Fuck me. Anything, 'kay? I...I need you both...so much," I breathed and went to the bed.

They instinctively knew the state I was in and that before I could talk and process what had happened, I needed to be loved, to be taken, to clear my head as only an orgasm could.

I laid down, stretching my arms above my head, my perky nipples like little beacons. I lewdly spread my legs, waiting for whatever they deemed necessary for me. Belle opened her bedside drawer and came out with two silk scarves. Knowingly, she handed one to Maisie and they went to the head of the bed and they each tied a soft restraint around my wrists.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you, Chloe?" Belle teasingly asked.

"Yes...yes," I answered, my breath shortening with every moment that passed.

"Hmmm. Yes, what, deary?" she corrected me.

"Yes...Miss," I replied, my pussy throbbing whenever I said that word.