Spanish Vacation with My Daughter

Tags: Incest, nudists, Bisexual female, impregnation, polyamory, Older/Younger,

My name is Clarke.

No, it's not Clarke Gable, and not Clarke Kent either.

Although my mother always said that she would have loved to have had me as Clarke Gable's love child. She thought he was so hot in the movie, Gone With The Wind.

Dad always laughed when she said that. He thought it was our in house joke. I don't think he ever saw the wistful look on mum's face that showed she meant it.

Anyway, My name is Clarke Jones.

I'm forty two now. A widower, and retired.

I started a small company straight out of high school, and built it up into a large successful business.

Two and a half years ago my beautiful wife, Jessica, died. It was the result of a very fast and aggressive cancer. Within three months of her diagnosis we had lost her. Our daughter, Jasmine was shattered. Jazz was only fifteen and a half. Her and Jessica had been very close. I was miserable for a long time. I lost interest in my business. I sold it, and retired.

Now I dedicate my life to looking after my daughter. Although to hear some people tell it, Jasmine has dedicated her life to looking after me. I guess we have both dedicated ourselves to looking after each other.

I had started to write a fictitious story about the love between a man like me, with a daughter like Jasmine. I actually had the story half written when I showed it to Jazz. She read it and said it would make interesting reading.

Then she told me that she believed the real story of her and me would interest readers even more. She convinced me to shelve the fictional story for now, and write this one instead.

I hope she was right. I have found over the years that she normally is.

Jazz is eighteen now, and every bit as beautiful as her mother was. Jasmine was Jessica's Mini Me.

They were both about five foot six, both with long thick honey blonde hair, and with blue eyes, both had the same stunning hourglass figure. The only difference was that Jasmine has got slightly smaller and more peaky breasts, while her mother had big round breasts.

It was late afternoon and I was sitting at the kitchen table still reading the morning paper, when Jasmine arrived home.

"Hey Dad, I want your help with something." She said, by way of hello.

"Hello Sweetie, How was your day today? It's so lovely to see you, I've really missed you." I said with sarcastic emphasis.

"OOOPS, I'm so sorry Daddy, I do love you, and I really do hope you've had a wonderful morning." Jasmine came around the table and threw a leg over me, straddling my hips so she was facing me. Then she reached forward and gave me a big smoochy kiss on the lips.

Ever since she was a baby, Jasmine has always preferred to sit straddled over my hips, and facing me. While other little girls want to sit across their dad's lap, or on his legs with their back to him, Jazz has always wanted to sit facing me.

I remembered a night, when Jazz was about fourteen years old, Jessica had remarked to me, "The way that girl sits on you shows how totally in love with you she is. I can tell you now, the day will come when our daughter will make love to you!"

I had looked at my wife, "Are you out of your fucking mind? She is our daughter. All little girls love their dads."

"Not like this one loves you, Honey." my wife had said seriously "Trust me, Honey. Our daughter doesn't just love you. She is in love with you."

I told Jessica she was crazy. Jessica had responded with, "Honey, trust me. When our daughter is old enough to want a man in her life, she will want you to be that man."

"Baby, You make it sound like you would actually approve. Are you actually suggesting that you would be OK sharing me with our own daughter?"

Jessica came across and kissed me, passionately. "I could only ever bear to share you with Jazz, Honey. I could never bear to share you with anybody else." she'd continued with. "You are the most beautiful, loving man I have ever known, and I could no more deny our daughter that love than I could deny myself of it."

From the way she had said it, I swear she meant it.

Reluctantly, I dragged my mind back to the present. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. My mind went on walkabout." I said, "Now, what did you need, I'm sure I'll be happy to help."

"Daddy, I need to organize a vacation to Spain."

"Well, that's fine. You can do that."

"No. I need to do it for both of us, you and me, Daddy."

"Just what you would need on a vacation to Spain, Sweetie" I said, "A miserable old fart like me escorting you around. Scaring off all those handsome young Spanish bull fighters"

"Daddy, you are not a miserable, old fart. You're a good looking hunk of a man."

I looked at my daughter, speechless. Sort of blinking, like a deer in the headlights.

"I'm sorry Daddy, but it's true. You are hot, and I would much rather sleep with you than some poncy bullfighter."

"Sweetie, I don't know what to say," I paused for a few seconds, "Do I say thank you? Do I berate you for being a perverted wench? How do I respond to a statement like that?"

I think the mention of being perverted hurt her feelings. I saw the tears spring up in her eyes, and trickle down her cheeks.

I immediately felt like a lousy shit. I wrapped her in my arms and gently kissed her. "Baby, I'm sorry. You just shared your deepest feelings with me, from the bottom of your heart, and I hurt your feelings. Please forgive me. I love you too much to ever want to hurt you."

I continued, "I know I should be flattered to be loved so much, especially by such a beautiful young woman."

Jasmine hugged me close. Too close. I could feel her pressing herself against my crotch, and feel myself respond. I had to make space between us. I stood up and released her from my arms and stepped back, "So, when were you planning this vacation for?" I asked.

My daughter stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around me again, "I was hoping to go in about a month, but I do need you with me." She was hugging me close. Pressing her body to mine in a way that forced her pelvis to press against my manhood.

My cock was responding to the pressure she was putting on it. My voice was husky when I answered her, "OK. If that is what you want"

"It is." Jasmine said, then reached up and kissed me gently on the lips before releasing me and stepping back. "Can I max out your credit card to book our holidays, Daddy?" She said the daddy in a breathy whisper that stirred my cock.

My God, what was my daughter doing to me. I had never before felt my lust stir for my own child like this.

Normally, Jasmine and I get the house to ourselves during the week, and then it becomes a teenage drop in center all weekend long, from Friday afternoon till Sunday night. All her friends turn up and make themselves at home, camping and partying all over the place.

I'm not complaining. A dozen half naked teenage girls romping around the house. It's like living the life of a rock star.

The weekend after our conversation Jasmine rushed in at about four on Friday afternoon. She was alone for a change. Jasmine raced straight up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Pressing herself firmly against me she kissed me, and then tipped her head back to look up at me. "Hello Daddy, How was your day?"

"Better now that you're home!" I said, and I meant every word.

Ever since she had turned eighteen she had greeted me in a similar fashion. All pretense of innocence was gone. She had started making it a point to hold her body tightly against mine until she felt my body respond. She would not release me until she felt me respond to her.

I was starting to become accustomed to it. God help me. I was actually starting to welcome it. It felt good to have my daughter give me an erection. I felt good, knowing that she wanted to feel that erection as proof of her ability to arouse me. Thinking about it again, reminded me of the conversation I had with her mother, Jessica, some years ago. "The day will come when our daughter will make love to you."

Had my wife been right? was my daughter actually in love with her own father?

About half past six that evening I went out to the back deck and fired up the BBQ.

It was a beautiful warm summer evening. I enjoyed the view over the valley below and remembered the days when Jessica and I would come out here and BBQ our dinners. Often we would both be wearing only one of the sarongs that she had bought while we were on a trip to Indonesia. The sarongs wrapped around our waists, leaving our top half bare.

I missed those days. I missed my wife terribly.

I heard Jazz quietly padding bare footed across the deck behind me. "Daddy, I've brought you out a beer." she said.

When I turned around, I gasped. My little girl was wearing only one of her mother's sarongs, wrapped around her waist, just like her mother used to do. As I reached for my beer I looked at my daughters naked breasts, "My God Jazz, You look absolutely amazing!" I stared at her in awe "You remind me so much of your mother."

Jasmine spread her arms wide, thrusting her breasts forward a little towards me. Openly inviting me to look at her. "Do you like me like this, Daddy? Do I please you?"

I stared at her, slack jawed, lost for words. "I take that to be a yes, Daddy." She giggled

She came up to me and hugged me. Pressing her naked breasts against my chest. "Is the meat ready? I'm starving" she said.

The uncontrolled thought popped into my head, 'my meat is ready'.

While we sat on the deck, eating, Jasmine said, "I have some news for you."

I looked at her expectantly.

"I have booked our holiday to Spain!" Jasmine said

I looked at my daughter, "You still haven't told me. Why Spain, Sweetie? Wanting to get in touch with your mothers roots?"

Jessica's parents were both Spanish. They had moved to Australia after they married, about a year before Jessica was born.

Jazz smiled at me, "Something like that. A secret Abuelita told me. I will tell you all about it, when the time is right."

Jazz had always called her grandma Abuelita, a Spanish word for grandmother.

Jazz said, "We are booked to fly out in exactly twenty eight days."

Jazz's phone rang, she picked it up and answered with, "Hey, Jazz here, Who wants me?"

"Oh, hey Gina! You are? Excellent. Daddy and I are on the back deck. If you hurry there may still be a steak left."

"Dad, Gina's here. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind." I said

Gina was eighteen, her and Jazz had their birthdays only two weeks apart. However, unlike Jazz's five foot six, Gina was only about four foot six. She was so slim I could probably wrap my arms around her twice. Her breasts were only small. I'm only guessing, but I don't think they would have been no bigger than an A cup.

She did however have a very cute bubble butt, which I very much enjoyed looking at.

Gina came through the house onto the deck. She made a bee line for me, giving me a hug and a kiss, "How's my favorite Daddy?"

I bent down and wrapped one hand around her tiny bubble butt and the other around her back, and I picked her up off the ground and hugged her tightly to me

"I'm great," I said, "and how is my favorite little Baby?"

"Daddy, you are squishing my little boobies!" she giggled.

"I'm sorry, Baby, but I like squishing your little boobies." I said, parroting her words "They feel so nice squished against me."

"Daddy, stop teasing me and put me down." she giggled, as she gently slapped me on the shoulder

Gina moved to Jasmine and kissed her full on the lips, and I swear I saw their tongues joined together in a dance. She stepped back from Jazz and looked her up and down. "WOW! I'm guessing this is Progress?" she said, indicating what Jazz was wearing.

I heard Jazz shush her quietly. What was that about? I wondered.

"I don't suppose you guys have a spare sarong that I can borrow?" Gina asked.

"C'mon. Lets give Daddy a show" Jazz giggled, then grabbed Gina's hand and rushed inside.

A couple of minutes later both girls came back out onto the deck. Gina was now similarly attired to Jazz and I. Her sarong was tied as low on her hips as she could do it without it falling down.

Gina was a natural redhead, and as such had alabaster skin, with a sprinkling of freckles.

Her breasts were tiny, and topped with delicate pink nipples.

I couldn't help but to think that she was a hot little package.

The two of them did their best to imitate a native Balinese dance. It was very enjoyable, having two nubile young ladies dancing half naked, just for me.

Later, when Jasmine and I were clearing up the deck, and Gina was in the kitchen doing the washing up, I remembered seeing their greeting kiss. I asked my daughter, "So, have you and Gina become romantically involved now?"

"Would you be disappointed in me if we were, Daddy?" she asked with a concerned look.

"Absolutely not." I said, "I just noticed that the kiss you two shared was not even remotely platonic. Not like they used to be"

"Daddy, you know that Gina and I are besties. We have been since grade school. And yes, these days we have started to give each other some sexual gratification, but I'm not a lesbian, if that is what you are thinking." Jasmine looked at me, "I'm not sure about Gina, I know she's never had a boyfriend. I don't know if she has a man she would be interested in, apart from you of course."

"Of course." I said, with a chuckle, "all your girlfriends have the hots for me, they can't help it."

Jazz rolled her eyes, and continued, "I'm still hanging out to get that special man for myself. Who knows, he may be open minded enough to let me have a woman on the side, or, he may even like sharing her with me."

I couldn't help but to think that he would be a very lucky man indeed.

The next three weeks flew by. The weekends were rock star heaven. As usual, Jasmine invited all her girlfriends over. All weekend, every weekend the house was a mass of half naked girls, and of course some boyfriends too. I noticed that none of the boys showed a sexual interest in either Jasmine or Gina. One day I walked past Jasmine's bedroom and the door was slightly ajar. Glancing in, I saw both girls naked on the bed, and Jasmine had her face buried between Gina's thighs, gently lapping her pussy. Before moving on to my room, I marveled at how beautiful the two of them looked together.

The next morning I actually asked Jasmine, "Did you want Gina to come to Spain with us?"

"No Daddy, I have my plans for Spain totally mapped out."

On one of those weekends before we left I managed to walk in on one of Jasmine's girlfriends taking her boyfriend doggy style over my favorite lounge chair. She looked up at me and silently mouthed "So Sorry." Then going bright red with embarrassment she shoving her face into a cushion to stifle an orgasmic moan.

I just smiled and walked on through.

Damn, I missed being young and wild. I still remembered the time Jessica and I got caught by the cops. We were fucking on a picnic table at one of the local parks. I'm pretty sure that was the night when Jasmine was conceived. The cops waited patiently till Jessica and I finished, then wrote us a ticket for being indecently attired in a public place. That was the best one hundred bucks I ever spent.

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Twenty eight days later Jazz and I were headed to the airport. Jazz was like a giddy schoolgirl on her first big trip. I guess it actually was her first really big trip. We had been to Indonesia a couple of times, back before Jessica had died, but nothing recently. I still did not know what Jasmine's secret reason was for choosing Spain for our vacation. Although I had overheard her talking to her grandmother a few times. She always went quiet as soon as she noticed I was nearby.

We arrived at the airport at Malaga, Costa Del Sol, and went through customs. Once out at the taxi rank Jasmine handed a taxi driver a note. He read the note, then looked back at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. She nodded, and waved him with her hands to indicate he should drive. I looked at my daughter with a quizzical expression. She winked at me.

About an hour out of Malaga we came to a resort on the Andalucian coast. I can't speak a lot of Spanish but the billboard showed a naked man and woman holding hands. Surely my daughter has not booked us into a nudists resort? She has got to be kidding? I looked at Jasmine. "Jazz. I don't speak much Spanish but I swear that entry sign just said clothing not required except in restaurants."

Jasmine grinned at me, "mmhhhmmm, isn't it great?" She took my hand, "It's OK, Daddy. You can wear shorts if you're shy."

We were booked into a small bungalow. Built of heavy stone to keep out the hot Mediterranean summer sun. It had a large front patio area, with big timber rafters that supported a huge grape vine to help keep the patio cool and shaded in summer.

Inside, there was an open living area with a small kitchenette, a small dining table, and several large Spanish style lounges. The bungalow was completed by a small bathroom, and two double bedrooms.

"Well, this is lovely. Pick a bedroom Daddy, overlooking the pool, or the village."

"I'm a gentleman Sweetie, Ladies choice."

"OK, I'll take the village side." Jazz said, picking up her case and heading for her room.

I picked up me case and headed for the other side. I deposited my case on the bed and opened it.

I couldn't help thinking that I had way too many clothes for a no clothes resort. What on earth was my daughter thinking?

I pulled out a pair of shorts and changed into them. Jasmine giggled from the doorway.

I turned around, and my jaw dropped open, my daughter stood before me, totally naked.

The first thing that I noticed that my daughter had waxed or shaved her pubic area completely bare.

"My God Daddy, I was kidding when I said you could wear shorts," she giggled, "This is a nudist resort, and we are in the twenty first century. It's time for you to man up!"

"Really, Sweetie. Do I have to?"

"Yes Daddy, You do!"

I stood there looking at her. Waiting for her to leave. "Come on, Daddy. You are wasting daylight."

She leaned against the door frame, waiting. Watching.

I was going as red as a beetroot. Slowly I reached down and undid my shorts.

I looked up to see if she was gone. No such luck. I had her undivided attention.

I slid the shorts down. I heard a small gasp come from the doorway.

Looking up I was surprised to see her staring blatantly at my cock. Which, for whatever reason, was now standing at half mast. "MMMM, very nice, Daddy. Now, C'mon."

Together we made our way down to the swimming pool. We slipped into the water and made our way over to the swim up bar.

"Buenas tardes senor. ¿Qué puedo conseguir para ti y la joven?" said the barman

"I'm sorry, do you speak English?" I asked

"But of course Sir. Please, what can I get for my friend and his beautiful young lady this afternoon." The barman said in very good English.

"Surprise us!" I said "Give us what the locals would drink."

"Many would drink wine, but many also like to drink Sangria. Sangria is especially nice on these warm summer afternoons."

"Thank you." I said, "Then Sangria it is, Por Favor."

"El placer es mío, señor"

Once we had our drinks we settled down to enjoy the warm summer afternoon. The Sangria was refreshing, and easy to drink

"Dad?" my daughter was looking at me.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Can I ask you a personal question? About you and mum?"

"Sure Sweetie."

"Did the two of you ever get into anything, um, you know? kinky?"

"Not really, Your mother and I did once have a very short, light hearted, conversation about sharing. She admitted that the only person she could ever bear to share me with was you. Anybody else would have just made her too jealous." I looked at my daughter, "It was never really meant to be a serious conversation."