Emma's Desire

And then Adam remembered after his quick, inadvertent glance at his daughter's tits—because she had to have exposed them to him on purpose, he realized—he'd looked up to her face and noticed that she had a mischievous look in her eyes.

Adam sighed, maybe Emma was right. He knew that she wanted him to forget Rachel and date other women. He knew that he should, but he'd been so blind-sided and hurt by what Rachel had done, it was like he couldn't let it go. Now here he was reacting sexually to his own daughter.

Adam took a deep breath then let it out slowly. No, he wouldn't talk to Emma about her inappropriate behavior. He was curious as to what was going on and, being a normal male, he really wouldn't mind seeing her tits again, if she was going to show them to him. Yes, he was her father, but didn't nudist families exist, including teenaged daughters? Didn't fathers have daughters who were photographed in Playboy, or Penthouse, or even more explicit publications, or even videos. Hell, as he understood it, half the younger generation were sexting each other. The only thing that really bothered him was that his cock had reacted to his daughter's sexual exhibition. Could that be normal or was he a sick bastard. He'd have to be careful.

"Here you go, Adam," Emma said as she brought her father his sliced and toasted bagel spread thick with cream cheese.

"Adam?" he questioned his daughter, giving her a quizzical look.

Emma stood next to her father's chair holding a small plate with his bagel on it. She placed her other hand on her waist and cocked her hips and smiled sweetly at her father. But he could see the mischievous, almost laughing, look in her eyes. "Why yes, Adam. We're just two adults here, living together. We should be on a first name basis, don't you think." Emma had just thought of this as she was coming into the family room from the kitchen. If she could think of her father as Adam and not father, or Dad, or Daddy, then maybe that would make it easy for her to try and seduce him.

"Ah, well, yes, Emma," Adam said, "you are an adult," barely, he told himself, "but I really would prefer if you would call me dad, or daddy, or even father.

Emma gave her father a little pout, but then smiled. "Okay, Daddy," she said, but the way she said it sent another twitch of sexual energy to Adam's cock.

Emma bent down again, holding the plate up and gave her father another peck on the cheek and another good look at her tits. After handing him the plate she went back into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She realized that she was perspiring a bit from nervousness. Man oh man, she thought, this seduction thing isn't going to be easy.

Emma's phone rang as she finished pouring the milk on her cereal. It was Michelle. "So how was last night?" Emma asked terribly curious about Michelle and her family going to the swinger's party.

"Great. I'll tell you later. Want to come over and go swimming?"

"Now?"

"Emma, it's already ten in the morning and it's going to be warm today. So, yeah, now. But wait. Did you give any thought to what I told you yesterday?"

"Yes and, uh, well, I've started. It feels kind of weird and kind of sexy at the same time."

"Oh yeah. I know that feeling. But you'll get over it."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But I'll tell you all about it when I come over. I'm just having breakfast now. Say, is your mom and dad and Kevin going to be there?"

"No. Kevin went mountain biking with some of his buddies and they're going camp overnight. Mom and Dad went into the City to see a play and will be spending the night there. So...?

"Oh, so it'll just be you and me," Emma said, thinking about the kiss Michelle had given her yesterday in the park. "And you'll be able to ravage poor little helpless me."

Both Michelle and Emma laughed. "Only if you want me to, Michelle said. "See you when you get here," she said and hung up.

Emma finished her cereal and rinsed her bowl and spoon and put them in the drainer. Adam came into the kitchen to put his plate in the sink and get another cup of coffee. Emma quickly rinsed his plate and put it in the drainer, too. She turned to face her father and knew what she was going to do. Her heart rate went up immediately.

Adam had just finished putting the coffee pot back onto the coffee maker's warming plate but before he could reach for his cup, Emma took hold of his wrist and turned him towards her. Before he could react, she'd placed her arms around his neck and plastered her body against him, squashing her breasts against his chest and all but grinding her hips against his. She gave him a kiss on the lips, pressing firmly and for a couple of moments. It was definitely not the daughterly hug and kiss he was used to.

Then she pulled back quickly and giggled. "I'm going over to the Cummings to go swimming. I'll see you later... Daddy. And then she was striding jauntily out of the kitchen.

Fuck me! Adam thought as he reached down to where his cock, which had become quiet several minutes ago, began to stir to life again. Maybe I do need to start dating if my daughter is affecting me like that. But really, was she being overtly sexual on purpose... with me... her father?

In her room, Emma leaned back against the door after she closed it. She placed a hand to her heart shocked at how shamelessly she'd pressed her tits and her body against her father. Then she giggled again. The look on his face had been priceless, a cross between shock and, and what? Had she detected a hint of lust in his eyes? She suddenly realized that, perversely, she was enjoying teasing her father like this.

Emma went to her dresser and opened the drawer that held her bikinis. Last year she'd bought one on impulse but had never had the courage to wear it in public, or even over at Michelle's house. It was a thong bikini that, of course, exposed all of her ass cheeks and it was in a rich yellow color that contrasted nicely with her black hair. "Okay," she said out loud, "it's just going to be Michelle and me. I might as well put this one to some use." Then she thought of the kiss with Michelle the day before and how she'd actually enjoyed it. They were going to be alone, no one at Michelle's house but them.

Well, she thought, since I'm already on the road to sexual perversion, trying to seduce my father, maybe I should try more kissing with Michelle and see what follows. Of course, Emma knew very well what could follow. Emma had never made love to a girl, but she'd thought about it, and Michelle had admitted to being bi-sexual, so Emma knew that she could very well end up making love with Michelle today. That thought sent a thrill shooting through her stomach. Why not, she thought, looking at herself from all angles in her full length mirror. I look pretty damned hot in this teensy-weensy bikini and if Michelle really is bi' then this will definitely be my chance to find out if I like making love to girls, too.

Emma grabbed a light sleeveless summer dress from her closet. She left her bikini on and pulled the dress over her head, slipped on her sandals, grabbed her purse and car keys and headed for the front door. "Bye, Dad," she shouted, "I'm heading over to Michelle's now."

"Wait a minute," she heard her father answer. He came out of the family room. "When will you be back? I'm not going anywhere so I'll fix dinner. What would you like and when?" A part of Adam's mind was relieved to see Emma in a sensible dress, but another part still wanted to see her in her crop-top T-shirt and revealing, tight shorts.

Emma gave her father a wickedly little smile as she walked over to him. "I don't know when I'll be back. Michelle's parents went to the City and won't be back until tomorrow. Her brother went mountain biking with his buddies and supposedly they're camping overnight. Maybe Michelle will fix us something to eat." And then the thought of Michelle "eating" her pussy and of her "eating" Michelle's pussy popped into her mind and she nearly laughed out loud. "So just fix something for yourself. Okay? In fact, I may just sleep over, but if I do I'll call you to let you know."

Emma embraced her father again, like she'd done earlier, only this time her father's arms came around her waist and he hugged back. Emma pressed her lips to his again like she'd done before, except that the tip of her tongue just barely touch his lips before she pushed away from her father.

"Later, Dad," she said and then was quickly out the front door.

Adam stood still for a few seconds. His cock, again, was reacting to his daughter's sexuality. And did I feel the tip of her tongue against my lips, he wondered.

Adam was in a quandary. Emma's behavior had made him so horny that he had to do something. He went to his bedroom and stripped off his shorts, boxers, and T-shirt and laid down on the bed. He thought about Emma, her tits, her beauty, her ass cheeks, her camel toe. His cock got hard very quickly. He knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, to be thinking about his daughter in a sexual way, but damn, she'd gotten him all worked up, and it would only be imaginary, not real, surely that couldn't be wrong.

Adam imagined Emma sucking his cock, looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, like her mother... . No. He forced the thought of Rachel out of his mind. It was his daughter sucking his cock. He imagined what it would be like going down on his baby girl and licking and sucking on her pussy and making her come with his mouth and fingers. He imagined sliding his hard cock deep inside her pussy. It would be tight and it would be wet and that all the further Adam's fantasy went because his balls tightened up and his cock began spewing out his hot cum in spurt after spurt as he gasped and groaned and cried out his pleasure.

He sighed and relaxed. His cum was on his thighs and belly and hand. So wrong, so wrong, he told himself, but that was the best orgasm I've had in a very long time. Does thinking about having sex with my daughter make me a pervert? But Emma had been so sexual with me this morning, could she want to have sex with me?

Adam sighed and got up to go into the bathroom to clean himself up. He didn't know what to think.

Chapter 4.

It took Michelle several seconds to answer the doorbell after Emma had rung it. "Hey Emma. I was sunning myself with the patio door open waiting for you. Come on in." Michelle stepped back to let her friend in. "I'd hug you but I'm all hot and sweaty. Just about time for a dip in the pool." Michelle was wearing her red thong bikini that exposed her ass cheeks, too, like the yellow one Emma was wearing under her dress.

"Damn girl! You wear that in front of your dad and brother?" Emma asked, as Michelle led her to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but only when it's my family. Mom and Dad thought it might be too much for, well, people like your dad when he's over for a pool party," Michelle said as she led Emma back through the house. Emma was paying close attention to her best friend's firm, naked ass cheeks and all up and down her tanned, lithe young body. She had to admit to herself, if she really was into girls this would be a girl she'd want to get with. And, maybe later they would. She'd just have to wait and see.

Michelle stopped and turned around. "Emma, my dad and brother see me naked. Up close and personal, you know. And my mother, too." She gave Emma a wicked grin.

"Oh yeah." Emma said. It was still hard for her to imagine Michelle having sex with her brother and father and, of course, her mother as well, notwithstanding having fantasized about it last night and masturbating to orgasm. But then, she was trying to seduce her own father. So... .

"You want a wine cooler," Michelle asked.

"Sounds good," Emma said. She put her purse and keys on the peninsula in the kitchen as Michelle went to the refrigerator to grab Emma a wine cooler and one for herself. Emma pulled her dress off over her head and draped it over one of the stools at the peninsula.

"Wow!" Michelle said as she turned around from the refrigerator. "Step out here in the open and turn around for me, Emma."

Emma did as asked, but she was blushing.

"You are hot," Michelle said as she handed Emma a bottle of wine cooler. "I don't remember you ever wearing that over here before."

Emma grabbed a dish towel hanging over the oven door handle and twisted the cap off the bottle. "That's because this is the first time I've ever worn it. I bought it last year but was too embarrassed to wear it in public, even here."

"Oh you shouldn't be embarrassed, Emma. You make that look good."

"Thanks, Michelle, but you aren't too shabby yourself, you know. And I'm sure you were wearing that before you and your family all became... ."

"Lovers," Michelle finished Emma's sentence.

"Right, but you were wearing that bikini even then. No wonder your dad and brother wanted to," here Emma paused then decided to be bold and blunt, "to fuck you."

Michelle, who had taken the towel from Emma and opened her drink, laughed. "And my mother, too, don't forget." Then she took a drink. "Let's go outside. You want to swim or sun? And then you have to tell me about you and your dad. What's going on?"

Out by the pool, the girls put their drinks down on a small table between two chaise lounges, then got in the water and swam a couple of laps. Emma had her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Michelle's long light brown hair with natural blonde sun streaks in it was also pulled back in a ponytail. When they got out of the pool the water beaded up on their tanned bodies and they wrung the water out of their ponytails then went to lie back on the cushions of the chaise lounge chairs.

"So tell me about the 'weird and sexy' things you were doing this morning, like you said on the phone," Michelle said.

Emma took a swallow of her wine cooler. "Okay, but first I have to tell you what I did last night. I couldn't get what you'd confessed to me out of my mind and when I went to bed," Emma paused, feeling weird and sexy again, "I, uh... I started fantasizing about you and your dad and your brother and, of course, your mother. And I started masturbating... ."

"Seriously!" Michelle all but squealed.

"Seriously. And I, uh, well I had this really great orgasm.

Michelle took a drink and nodded, loving what Emma was telling her.

"Then I went to sleep and I had a very vivid dream. I dreamt that my father was licking my pussy. Only I didn't know it was my father at first, then I looked down and he, well, he raised his head up and his lips and chin were all wet and he grinned at me then he went back down on me. I woke up and found I was rubbing my pussy again."

"That's fantastic. That's so hot." Michelle giggled. "You know, Emma, if I ever got the chance, I'd fuck your father."

Emma's mouth dropped open. She hadn't thought of the full ramifications of having sex with her father and sharing the experience with her best friend who was, admittedly, now an active participant of a group of swingers. Then she smiled.

"Okay. I can handle that. And maybe I'll fuck your dad, too."

"Oh he would love that. I just know he would," Michelle grinned at Emma. "And my brother, too... and my mother.

"So, that was last night. What did you do today?"

"Well, when I woke up I remembered about masturbating and about dreaming about dad going down on me. I took a shower and everything and then I put on a crop-top that I had also cut out around the neck. I knew if I bent over my dad would be able to see my tits. I'm telling you, my heart was beating hard. Then I put on a pair of tight shorts that fit so snugly in the crotch that... ."

"It showed your camel toe," Michelle squealed and laughed.

"Exactly." Emma said, then she went on to tell Michelle all that had happened between her and her father that morning.

"My God," Michelle said when Emma was through relating how she'd been so sexy with her father. "That making my pussy wet. That's so hot. And you're sure he was grabbing his crotch, right?"

"Yep. I'm also sure that I could detect a hint or a sense of, well, lust in his eyes."

"That is so cool, girl friend. I'm sure you are well on your way to fucking your father."

That thought, put so openly and bluntly by Michelle, shocked Emma, but at the same time, it excited her.

"Okay. Enough about me. Tell me what happened last night at your swinger's meeting."

"Oh, the usual," Michelle pretended to be bored. "I fucked six or seven guys, sucked a half dozen cocks—but only two came in my mouth—had my pussy licked three or four times, licked pussy three or four times, and maybe had seven or eight orgasms."

Emma pooh-poohed what she was hearing in her mind. "No, girl friend, seriously."

Michelle gave her friend a very wicked smile. "I am being serious, Emma. I swear that's pretty much the gist of what I did last night."

"Wow!" Emma said, thinking of the possibilities of getting asked to join the Cummings swinger's group, having sex like Michelle just described excited her. And then she thought, and maybe Daddy, too. That thought, of making love to her father in front of a group of other people and having them accept it, excited Emma even more. Okay, now I am becoming a totally sick bitch, she told herself.

Michelle took a long swallow of her wine cooler and gave Emma an appraising look.

"What?" Emma asked.

"You did like it when we kissed in the park yesterday, right?"

Okay, Emma thought, here it comes and I am so ready for this.

"Yes, yes I did, Michelle... . And I want to do it some more."

Michelle smiled. "How far are you willing to go, Emma?"

"Well, I can't find out if I like making love to women unless I go all the way, Michelle, now can I?"

"We'll have to go inside. This yard is not neighbor-peeking proof. And I don't want to start anyone's tongue wagging about two girls making love by our pool."

Emma's heart was beating hard in her chest. She'd just agreed to be made love to by her best friend and that would, of course, mean that she would make love to Michelle. She stood up, grabbed her wine cooler, and held her hand out to Michelle. "Let's go inside then, girl friend."

Michelle grinned, took Emma's hand, and got up. She bent down to pick up her wine cooler. "Let's go," she said, leading Emma into the house.

Michelle led Emma to her parent's bedroom with it's king-sized bed and attached bathroom. She set her wine cooler on the near-side night stand then turned to grin at Emma as she undid her bikini top and threw it aside before peeling out of the tiny bikini bottom. Emma had set her drink down next to Michelle's and quickly divested herself of her bikini also. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and she had butterflies in her stomach now that she was about to have sex with Michelle.

Both girls sized each other up appreciatively. Michelle had a darker tan than Emma, but then she spent more time in the sun, having a swimming pool at home. A portion of both girls breasts were white and un-tanned, of course. Michelle had a small un-tanned triangle over her pussy, and a line that went around her body and a smaller triangle above her ass cheeks. Emma was much the same, but since she usually wore a more modest bikini, the un-tanned parts around her pussy and ass were larger.

Michelle's breast were larger than Emma's, but not by much. Both of them had breasts large enough that they drooped just a little. They were natural breasts untouched by a surgeon's knife and not needing enhancement. The biggest difference was that Michelle had larger areolae and larger nipples than Emma.

Michelle stepped up to Emma. The two girls embraced and kissed, molding their lips together, sliding their tongues in and out of each other's mouths, pulling their lips away then pressing them together again. Their breasts were smashed together, as well, as they hugged each other tightly and kissed several time.