Tamara's Choice Ch. 01 - Craving Dad

Eighteen-year-old Tamara shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the dining table, her eye drawn to her uncle Maxim's muscular frame as he spoke.

"I always thought my brother got married too early," Maxim said with a suggestive glint to his thirty-seven-year-old sister-in-law. "And now look at you both, still young yet, almost ready to be grandparents." He added and winked at Tamara across from him, beside her mother.

Tamara felt her cheeks flame up while her mother sighed in exasperation. "Maxim, stop teasing your niece like that. Rex, go deal with your older brother."

"What?" Rex purred, stealing a long glance at his daughter before elbowing his brother. His words were laced with innuendo. "My daughter is a divine beauty. If we don't monitor her, I might just become a grandfather."

The brothers burst into laughter. Tamara looked at her father and uncle. Maxim and Rex shared a similar physical stature that could be mistaken for identical twins. They both had eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky and could hypnotize anyone with their intensity. Their broad shoulders gave them an intimidating presence, yet their wide smile was inviting and mesmerisingly attractive. Even at thirty-eight and thirty-nine, they oozed so much sex appeal. Tamara felt her face flush as she realized that even as an adult, she couldn't help but find them irresistibly attractive.

She had already experienced the pleasure of boys, but her body craved something more. She yearned for a man. Her father was out of the question--he'd never look at her that way, but her uncle might be easy enough to seduce.

As the night wore on, Tamara's mother went to bed and told her to do the same. "Your father and uncle would for sure stay up late," her mother said.

"Well, we have a lot of catching up to do," Maxim said.

"Well then, goodnight," her mother said.

Her father stood up and kissed her mother's lips. "Goodnight."

Tamara turn when she felt her uncle's eyes on her. Their eyes met and a fire ignite within her as he lowered his gaze and let it linger on her body. The intensity of it made her small body tremble. When he looked back up at her face, he slowly formed his lips into a kiss, and it filled Tamara with an ache that radiated through her veins. Her father then kissed her cheek, but when she turned to kiss cheek in response, their lips accidentally connected and she felt a powerful jolt that made her heart soar. Knowing that if she dared to test her luck and stay in this moment for a few seconds longer, her mother would catch them, but it felt too good to stop. Tamara locked her fingers behind her father's neck and deepened the kiss. Her father tentatively went on. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue inside. The blissful sensation was overwhelming and was only prevented from becoming unbearable because of the sound of her mother calling up the stairs, telling her it was time for bed.

She purred against her father's chest, letting her lips linger longer than she should. His body tensed as she pulled away. "Goodnight dad," she drawled, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek.

Her father swallowed hard and stumbled for words, but all that came out was, "Night, Tam."

She shot a coy smile at her uncle over her father's shoulder. "Night, Uncle Max."

"Sweet dreams," Maxim replied.

Tamara's hips undulated as she ascended the stairs, each step heightening her arousal. She could feel both men's eyes burning into her skin, filling her with a wild and irresistible sensation. At the top of the staircase, she paused and theatrically bent down to pick something nonexistent, giving them a tantalizing view of her curves before disappearing into her bedroom.

Tamara pressed herself against the door and slid her hand inside her trousers, imagining it was her father's mouth pleasuring her instead. As the men's voices echoed in the background, she bit down on her pillow to stifle a moan and reveled in the waves of orgasmic bliss that crashed over her body. When she had finished climaxing, Tamara let out a deep sigh and quickly brushed her teeth before slipping into bed naked.

Tamara stayed in bed for an hour, unable to forget the taste of her father's lips on hers. Between her legs was a wetness that no amount of self-pleasure could quench.

She knew it was wrong and twisted, but her body yearned for what only her dad could give her. The pleasure would be more intense if it were with her own flesh and blood; the forbidden thrill intensifying its effect. Betraying her mother was a sin, but Tamara had to fill the primal need within her. The one that craves an incestuous passion with her father.

Tamara went to her wardrobe and grabbed a see-through cami set. She put light make-up on and ruffled her hair.

Tamara sashayed down the stairs, her body so tantalizingly framed by the sheer cami set she wore. She yearned for the chance to make her presence known, so she make sure her hips sway with each step she took. As she neared the kitchen, muffled voices rang out and set fire to every nerve in Tamara's body.

She crept closer and peered around the corner to find Maxim with his back still turned. She took a deep breath, her body aching for attention. She mustered every ounce of courage and stepped into the room, offering a feeble excuse about needing a drink.

Both men whipped around simultaneously, their eyes hungrily analyzing her curves. Tamara's nipples hardened beneath her outfit--begging for acknowledgment. Tamara smiled in response to their eagerness as she sashayed across the space.

"Come now," Maxim beckoned, his voice low and seductive as he motioned for Tamara to approach him. "Let me get you something to quench your thirst."

Tamara bit her lip and arched an eyebrow, laughter catching in her throat as she rounded the coffee table, making sure they had plenty of time to admire her figure.

Tamara played it up, knowing full well their eyes were on her. She felt powerful as she moved her body with intent, angling herself so that her father got a good look at her most intimate parts. With exaggerated motions, she made sure the water from the glass trickled off of her chest and down to her stomach before drying herself with the kitchen towel. "Ah," she purred, looking over at her father who remained seated in the room's corner watching her every move, "I'm such a clumsy one for getting myself all wet."

When Tamara met Maxim's gaze and saw the hunger in his eyes, she graced him with a coy smile before handing him the glass. Her uncle took the glass, then glanced back when her father stood behind him. His gaze travel between them, most probably sensing that something was amiss.

Taking this as a sign for them to be alone, Tamara's father excused himself from Max and dragged Tamara into the living room -- both of them knowing exactly why he was taking her there.

They settled on opposite ends of the couch and eyed each other with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Tamara twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger and bit her lip, while her father shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Finally, Tamara leaned in close and whispered, "I know you've been watching me, Daddy. I can feel your eyes on me all the time." She placed her hand on his thigh, inching closer to him. "Do you want me?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

Her father's hesitation was palpable as he struggled with his own forbidden desires. But then he pulled her into his lap and crushed his mouth against hers, claiming her tongue as their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of passion.

Their hands roamed every inch of each other's bodies as they gave into the irresistible urge that had been building between them for years.

"Oh god, Tamara," her father groaned as he pushed her back onto the couch. He opened his pants, pushed aside her short and moved to bury his cock inside her. "I need you so badly."

"Oh daddy," Tamara moaned as she wrapped her legs around him. "I won't tell mommy, so please Dad, fuck me."

Rex grabbed Tamara and pulled her against his chest to make her feel the hard contours of his body pressing against her. She gasped in pleasure as he kissed her neck, and she could feel his cock getting harder by the second. His hands were everywhere, exploring her curves and pushing her further into the couch cushions.

She wanted him more than anything, and responded with urgency, desperate for his touch. He wasted no time as he moved to explore her lower half. Tamara moaned out loud when her father thrust his cock deeper inside her. It felt so good as he completely filled her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him tightly as he keep thrusting, pushing their desire to new limits.

"Please daddy, fuck me harder," Tamara begged.

"Of course I will," Rex replied breathlessly, pushing his thick cock harder into her.

Tamara couldn't believe what she was doing, but at that moment, she didn't care. All she knew was her father's dick in her cunt, driving them both to an uncontrollable level of incestuous lust.

"How do you like your daughter's pussy, daddy?" Tamara asked seductively.

"I love it," Rex replied hoarsely, increasing his pace inside of her. "Oh god I'm going to cum."

"Cum inside me, Daddy," she begged, not wanting this moment to end. "You know you want it just as badly as you wanted to fuck me."

Rex couldn't help but staggered by the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was feeling. Tamara was right. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. His orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave, and he felt himself filling up his daughter with his hot cum.

Tamara moaned out loud in response, her body shaking with pleasure as they both reached their climax together. Rex pulled out of her cum filled pussy and collapsed onto the couch, both exhausted from the pleasure they'd just shared.

"We must never do this again," Rex mumbled, trying to control his still-racing heartbeat.

"Why not?" Tamara asked softly, snuggling closer to him on the couch. "We both enjoyed it, didn't we? And I love feeling your cock inside me, Daddy."

Rex sighed. He knew she was right, but he also knew that if their secret ever got out, it would ruin them all. But he already missed the feeling of being inside her and craved for more of it.

"Drop by my room now and then, Daddy," Tamara suggested slyly, brushing her lips lightly against his cheek. "I'll keep my door unlocked."

Rex kissed her forehead in response before standing up from the couch and zipping his pants. As much as he wanted to stay there with her forever, he knew that their forbidden relationship could only end in disaster if anyone were ever to find out about it - so for now they would have to take things slow and try to keep it a secret between them, or most probably his older brother too.

... To be continued...