Getting Sweaty with Daddy Ch. 02

The weight of Dad's body against mine felt exquisite as we lay together in bed, getting ready to sleep. It had been a long day at work, and few things brought me more comfort than being in Dad's arms.

In the span of a few months, I have gone from never thinking about my father sexually to seducing him, having sex with him, and now living together with him. It has all been a crazy whirlwind, but I have never been happier. While we still date other people, we always come home to each other. You could say we are in an open relationship, but Dad and I are primary in those relationships.

Dad even continues to see Sarah regularly. Despite fucking me, Sarah and Dad continue to role-play Daddy and daughter. I always look forward to hearing about their kinky escapades when he comes home from one of their dates.

Sarah has been on my mind a lot lately. While it had been a while since I had been with another woman, the more I think about Dad's relationship with Sarah, the more I find myself attracted to her, or at least curious about the idea of fucking "my sister."

"I love you, Dad," I said, pulling myself closer to his body.

My chest heaved as I felt myself getting excited by my father's presence.

"I love you too, Emily," Dad told me as he kissed me gently.

"So, I've been thinking a lot about Sarah," I exclaimed.

"You know I can stop seeing her if you want," Dad said, sounding concerned.

"I've been thinking just the opposite, actually," I explained.

Dad looked at me, shocked, "what do you mean?"

"I keep thinking about Sarah role-playing as me. It was one thing for her to be into daddy-daughter kink, but to actually fuck you as me; is beyond hot. I can't help but wonder how she would feel pretending to be my sister," I told Dad.

"I'm not sure I follow what you mean, Emily," Dad said, confused.

"I want to fuck my sister. I want to fuck Sarah and bring her into our little family," I said bluntly.

Dad stared at me with an inquisitive face. A huge grin soon appeared as he began picturing the possibilities of such an arrangement.

"I see your dirty mind working, old man," I said, elbowing Dad in his belly.

"It is hard not to picture my two blonde daughters taking turns sucking my cock," he chuckled.

"Well, you have one daughter here already. How about I suck that cock for you now, Daddy?" I seductively said.

I scooted down to the head of the bed, unzipped his pants, and fished out his already rigid member. I licked my hand, using my saliva as lube, before stroking his cock.

"Tell me more about what you want your daughters to do with our mouths," I instructed Daddy before licking his cock like a lollipop.

"I want you to kiss your sister with my dick between your lips. Sarah has the softest lips. I know you would love to kiss her," Dad shared.

I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth while my hand continued to jack him off. Daddy's dick felt warm in my hand, and I couldn't wait to feel his cum on me.

"Go on," I pleaded.

My slim fingers moved up and down Daddy's cock, while I sucked him deeper down my throat. Despite having blown him off hundreds of times, I was always surprised by how much I loved feeling his cock pulse in my mouth. Daddy's pre-cum coated my tongue getting it ready for the main event.

"I want to see Sarah lick your tight, pink pussy. Sit on her face, Emily. Suck my cock while your little sister makes you moan. Oh god, Emily," Dad growled, lost in his fantasy.

Daddy's dick throbbed in my hands, and I could tell he was close. With my other hand, I massaged Daddy's balls. The sensation of my smooth fingers must have been too much for him because I was suddenly greeted by a sea of cum. Spurt after salty spurt covered my lips, tongue, and throat. I looked Daddy in the eyes, opened my mouth to show him my reward, and then swallowed every last drop.

"That was incredible, Emily. All I could picture was you kissing Sarah with a mouth full of cum. It was too much!" Dad said.

Dad and I decided that I should reach out to Sarah and see if she would be up for grabbing drinks with me. If she thought it was weird, that kind of invite would be easy enough to brush off. I couldn't wait and decided to call her after work tomorrow.

The day felt like it dragged on forever. All I could think about was what I should say to Sarah when I called. I feared I would chicken out, even though I wanted her to join our incestuous family.

When I got home, I poured myself a glass of bourbon to help calm my nerves. I took a deep breath, picked up my phone, and dialed Sarah's number. We'd met a few times when I ran with Dad, but I'd never thought I would attempt to seduce her. She was my Dad's plaything, not mine. But tonight was different - I felt bold and wanted to see where things could go.

"Hey, Sarah! It's Emily, Gabe's daughter," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink this weekend?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and my heart sank. Was Sarah going to turn me down? Was she going to think it was weird that the daughter of the guy she was hooking up with was asking her to hang out?

But then Sarah's voice came through, bright and cheery. "Hey, Emily! I'd love to grab a drink with you. When were you thinking?"

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "How about Saturday at 7 pm at Lala Lounge? It's a cute little place with a great cocktail menu."

"Sounds perfect," Sarah replied. "I'll see you there on Saturday at 7."

I hung up the phone and let out a whoop of excitement. This was really happening! Part one of my plan was enacted, but I still didn't know if she would be as open as I hoped she be. Dad and I were taking a considerable risk trying to bring Sarah into our relationship.

Saturday came, and it was time to prepare for my evening out with Sarah. I had been looking forward to this all week, yet I couldn't help but feel nervous.

As the time drew nearer, my nerves started to get the best of me. What if we read the signals wrong? Did she actually feel okay with incestuous relationships, or was it just a kink for her? All I knew about Sarah was from Dad's perspective. I hope he didn't read her wrong.

I tried to push those thoughts aside as I stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would ease my nerves and calm my racing mind. But as I lathered the body wash over my skin, my mind drifted back to Sarah.

Sarah and I both had long, blonde hair and fit runner's bodies. In many ways, we looked like twins or at least long-lost sisters. Our bodies, and even our faces, were practically identical, so much so that it made it hard not to imagine it was her body I was molesting as I washed.

I stood under the shower's warm water as I let my mind wander, thinking about Sarah and where tonight could lead. I imagined her lips pulling me into her as we took turns sharing all the dirty things we did with Daddy. I pictured my Dad's hard cock slipping in and out of her bald pussy, as I sat on her face. The longer I stood there in the shower, the hornier I got.

The hot water ran over my body as I pulled at my taut, aching nipples. The thought of Sarah playing with them while I shared my deepest, dirtiest fantasies with her brought me close to the edge of orgasm. I needed this girl. I needed to make her part of the family.

I rinsed myself off and left the shower before I came. I wanted to be primed and ready when we met. I wanted Sarah to make me cum tonight, not my fingers.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and confident. I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection and ensuring everything looked just right. I fluffed my hair, ran my fingers through it, and added a touch of hairspray to keep it in place. I applied some light makeup, keeping it natural but emphasizing my eyes. I put on a bold red lipstick to bring Sarah's attention straight to my supple lips.

I slipped into my closet and started rummaging through my clothes, searching for the perfect outfit that would make me feel confident and sexy. I knew the bar we were going to was casual, but I wanted to make an impression on Sarah.

I flipped through hangers and sorted through piles of clothes. My mind was reeling, and I couldn't settle on what to wear. I tried on several outfits, but nothing seemed right. Everything either screamed slutty or not sexy enough for tonight. I wanted to impress Sarah, yet I still wanted to be subtle and not scare her off.

I finally spotted the perfect ensemble: a black tube top and a denim mini-skirt. As I slipped into my black tube top, I couldn't help but feel energized. The tight fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my chest and showing off my toned arms. I paired it with a denim mini-skirt, which was short enough to show off my long legs but not too revealing.

I tried on a few different pairs of shoes, finally settling on black strappy heels that added a touch of glamour to my outfit. I took one final look in the mirror and felt a rush of excitement as I imagined Sarah's reaction when she saw me.

As I left the house and made my way to the bar, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I felt self-conscious about my outfit since it was daring for the venue, but I was determined to turn Sarah on. I couldn't wait to see her and spend the evening getting to know her better.

As I entered the bar, my eyes quickly scanned the room, searching for Sarah. My heart started racing as I saw her at a booth near the back, looking absolutely stunning.

Sarah wore a sheer black top that left little to the imagination, with only the tiniest of bras covering her breasts. Her tight jeans practically looked painted on, emphasizing her long, runner legs. Her blonde hair was slicked back in a tight pony, and her makeup was expertly done, bringing attention to her piercing blue eyes.

I felt a jolt of desire course through me as I made my way over to her. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You look amazing."

Sarah smiled, her eyes flickering over my outfit. "You look pretty hot yourself," she said, her tone low and seductive.

As we settled into the booth, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring her beauty and confidence. I could see why Dad found Sarah so alluring. It was almost uncanny how much we looked alike, with our similar builds and long blonde hair. She looked like the sister I never had. I imagined what it would be like to kiss her and explore her body. I wanted to make her my incestuous pussy eating younger sibling.

I knew I needed to take things slow and let the chemistry build between us naturally. If I was going to bring this woman into my relationship with Daddy, it required getting to know her.

We ordered drinks from the waitress, me an Old Fashioned, and Sarah a dirty martini. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I sat down across from her. The sexual tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder where the night was headed.

"To a fun night and to new friends!" I cheered, raising my drink in the air.

"I'll drink to that!" Sarah replied while clinking my glass.

As I sipped my cocktail, I felt Sarah's eyes on me. I knew it was my idea to invite Sarah out for drinks, but somehow, I felt like she was the one on the prowl.

Sarah's deep blue eyes met mine as we both tried to look away.

"Your Dad mentioned that you moved back home. Your Dad's place is pretty wonderful. It must be nice to live there. How's it going?" Sarah wondered.

I tried hard not to laugh. The only reason Sarah had ever been to our apartment was to fuck my father, and now she was nonchalantly mentioning how nice a place we had.

I shot Sarah a wicked grin, "It is great living there. I love being closer to my Dad. I hear the two of you have grown pretty close," I coyly said.

Sarah shot back her drink, clearly unsure what to say about her relationship with Dad. I found her nervousness very cute.

"He has been so welcoming. I got fortunate to meet him. Gabe has made the post-college transition so much easier," Sarah admitted.

Sarah had stars in her eyes as she spoke about my father. I could tell she cared about him. For a moment, I wondered whether I should continue my planned seduction. Sarah took my hand, quickly belaying those concerns.

Sarah moved closer and whispered, "I hope we can become close too."

I was taken aback by Sarah's boldness but welcomed her touch.

"Let's order some more drinks," I said, calling over the waitress.

As Sarah and I sat, sipping our drinks and flirting shamelessly with each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation growing inside of me.

"So, Emily," Sarah said, leaning closer to me. "Tell me more about yourself. What makes you tick?"

I grinned, feeling my arousal bubble up inside of me. My thong was practically soaked from how horny I was. We had been moving closer and closer to each other, and our flirtatious little touches were becoming more overt.

"Well, for starters, I love to run," I said, my eyes meeting hers. "It's one of the things that makes me feel the most alive."

Sarah smiled, nodding in understanding. "I know what you mean," she said. "Running is one of my passions too. There's something so exhilarating about pushing yourself to your limits and feeling your body respond."

I felt a surge of attraction for her, like we were on the same wavelength in so many ways.

"I couldn't agree more. I'll be honest running makes me incredibly horny. There is something about my heart pumping and my body covered in sweat that makes me yearn to be fucked," I continued as I looked Sarah right in the eyes.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh really?" she said. "Do tell."

It was now or never. I took a deep breath before moving right next to Sarah, touching her inner thigh with my hand.

"Every time I go running, I have to rush home and make myself cum. My pussy gets so wet. It made training for the marathon with my Dad incredibly difficult because of all the nasty thoughts I had while running with him," I told Sarah.

"Nasty thoughts?" Sarah looked at me quizzically.

"Of my Dad." I said, leaning closer to her ear, "I heard all about the fun the two of you have, sis."

I ran my hand up Sarah's thigh and rubbed her pussy over her tight jeans.

"Since you have been having so much fun with Daddy, I thought you may want to spend some quality time with your sister," I lustfully whispered.

Sarah's eyes went wide, shocked by what I said. I could tell that her mind was racing, uncertain of what to say or what to do. Before giving her a chance to say anything, I slid my hand through her blonde locks and pulled her close for a kiss.

While she initially didn't reciprocate, her body soon melted into mine. Sarah's tongue began massaging the outer part of my lips before our tongues came together.

"Dad was right," I found myself thinking. Sarah's lips are really smooth.

After several more minutes of making out, we realized we were making quite the scene.

"Wanna come back to my place? My roommates are away for the weekend. We can finish our conversation there," Sarah asked.

We threw back our drinks, took each other's hands, and practically ran out of the bar.

We hailed a cab and jumped into the warm car.

"I can't believe you kissed me like that, sis," Sarah loudly said.

I was shocked that she was talking like this in front of the cab driver, but she was clearly doing it on purpose. I decided to join in on the fun.

"I've wanted to kiss you for years. My younger sister is such a hottie. I've been so jealous of Daddy and all the naughty things the two of you have been doing," I said while rubbing my hand up Sarah's thighs and looking straight into the rearview mirror.

It was clear our driver was watching and listening to us. There was something erotic about role-playing in public.

"Kiss me, sis," Emily moaned as she ran her fingers through my wavy hair.

Sarah nibbled at my lower lip and pulled me on top of her. I ground my hips into her as I felt her smooth lips on mine. My pussy was drenched, knowing the driver was watching us, thinking we were siblings.

We finally made it to our destination. We quickly paid and headed into Sarah's building.

As we entered her building, the driver yelled, "have fun, you nasty girls."

We both were cracking up as Sarah finally opened her door.

"I need you, Sarah," I growled.

"I've never been with a girl," Sarah admitted, her face flush with embarrassment.

"Teaching you to eat pussy is what older sisters are for," I said, pushing her down on her couch.

I mounted Sarah's lap and whipped off my tube top. My breast bounced in front of Sarah's face. Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at my hard nipples and ample chest. Despite having never been with a woman, the look of lust in her eyes told me she had at least fantasized about it.

"Wow!" Sarah whispered before taking my right nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, yes. Just like that. Roll your tongue around my nipple. Use your hands to play with my other breast," I instructed Sarah.

The feeling of her tongue on me was phenomenal. It had been since college that I'd been with a woman. I forgot how soft and different women felt.

I tugged at the hem of Sarah's shirt, yearning to feel her tits.

Sarah moved my hand away. "Let me do this," she said, removing her tight shirt gingerly. My mouth was agape watching Sarah take her time undressing.

She wasn't just taking off her shirt. Sarah was putting on a strip tease, grinding her pussy into me while she undressed. Sarah's wetness covered my thigh as she moved her hips back and forth on my leg. I met her movements, our eyes never leaving each other's gaze.

While I was older than Sarah, it was clear she had a lot of experience in the art of seduction. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of experiences she had and couldn't wait to be a new notch on her belt.

Sarah's breast slowly came into view as her bra fell away. Her nipples hardened before me as they came in contact with the cool air. I leaned forward, pressing our tits together and kissing Sarah's neck.

"I had no idea," Sarah purred as I ran my tongue down her chest, kissing the underside of her ample bosom.

I kissed my way down her toned stomach. Sarah's tight, contorted abs rippled over my tongue as I made my way to my intended target. "Let your older sister show you just how good a woman's tongue can feel on your pussy," I purred.

I quickly unbuttoned Sarah's jeans and yanked them down her legs. Sarah's thong was soaked. I rubbed Sarah's pussy lips over her thong feeling her wetness. I loved knowing that I was having this effect on her. I wonder if Daddy affected her in the same way.

"Don't tease me. Show me how good of a pussy eater my sister is," Sarah begged.

I pulled Sarah's wet, sticky thong down her legs as I spread them open. Sarah's inner thigh glistened from her juices. This was no time for teasing. I ran my tongue between Sarah's engorged labia, lapping up her juices. Sarah's young pussy tasted divine. I looked up from between Sarah's legs and saw her pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples as I ate her out.

"Fuck me," Sarah commanded.

I slipped a finger into her tight pussy, as I gently kissed her clit. Sarah's hips bucked, telling me she enjoyed what I was doing. I massaged Sarah's spongy g-spot as I moved my finger in and out of her warm pussy. Sarah clenched her pussy around my finger as I made circles around her clit with my tongue.

"That feels so good. Eat my pussy, Emily. Be my incestuous pussy eating slut," Sarah moaned.

Sarah's naughty words were all the encouragement I needed. Pussy juices leaked down my chin as I took Sarah's clit between my lips. Sarah's tight pussy clenched around me as I continued to run my tongue over her sensitive nub.