Annemarie Pt 5 and 6 [MF] [Mf]

Part 5

Wednesday came and Jill and I presented ourselves at this dingy little apartment block, where rents are cheap and life threatens to get harder every day. I knew I would have to get Annemarie and Rachel out of here if they were to have a chance. I looked at Jill and she almost shuddered, silently agreeing to what I was thinking.

We had a wonderful pasta meal, made up of what, I don’t know, but it was still wonderful. Annemarie and Rachel are both really good cooks, it seems. Annemarie said it was one of the few things she got of real benefit from her mother. Jill commented that she really got nothing from Sandra. Annemarie looked at her and said, “I don’t know, I think you got a lot of good things from her, but it seems you got some common sense from your Dad – and your taste in women!”

Jill lit up like a traffic light on stop. “Oh please, Rachel told me all about it, said you were a terrific lover, potentially.”

“Mom! Please, don’t embarrass her like that!” Rachel cried.

“Look my darlings, all of you. If we can’t be open and honest with each other, then we will have nothing. That is what I learned from your Dad, Jill. Look at how our lives have gone, because we couldn’t be open and honest. That stops, today. How this will work out, I don’t know, but we each must make decisions that are honest.”

“Yes, agree,” I said. “Jill if you want to sleep with Rachel, that’s fine. I have not problem with that. What happens between you is your business. If you don’t well, up to you.”

“Rachel’s my sister Dad,” she replied, “So you’re OK with some lez incest?”

“Yes, if that is what you and she want.”

“I am,” Rachel said. “Besides, we’re only half sisters and for me it is the top half, the bottom halves are not related.” She smiled.

Both Annemarie and I shook our heads at this logic, and chose to ignore it.

“So am I, my darlings,” Annemarie joined in. “As long as both agree, where’s the problem?”

“What if Rachel wants to sleep with you, Dad? Are you OK with that?”

“What if you want to sleep with him too?” Rachel asked, “Are you OK with that?”

Annemarie chimed in and said, “Darlings, you chose, and never regret your choices.” Jill was not just suprised, but genuinely shocked. “But… but…-”

“Your Dad is a teriffic lover, really gentle,” Annemarie said, “I know you still have your hymens, both of you, so you couldn’t ask for a better man to have sex with for your first time. From experience, he was the absolute best man for me, and I love him for that.”

I was really surprised at this turn of events. Here we were sitting at a table finishing a meal of pasta, and talking about incestuous relationships. Jill, her head buried in a plate, just gurgled, well it sounded like it. Rachel beamed and reached out to Jill, taking her hand.

“I love what we did the other night, it was the best ever, and I want to do it again. But you and I are not lesbians, and I will never be exclusive. Nor will you, and you know it.”

“You’re my sister!”

“Half-sister and that’s OK.”

“Da-a-a-d!!!”

“Look, babe, you have to make your own decisions here.” I said, kind of abrogating my responsibilities, “I would rather you be in charge of it, of your own life. I want to help as best I can but its really your life.”

“Jeez, I haven’t had my first period yet.”

“Mmmm that sounds familiar.” Annemarie said. “And that is OK too my darling. You want to sleep with Rachel, me or Peter, then your choice.”

“You too?”

“Yes, why not?”

“Me too Mom?” asked Rachel

“Your decision darling, always.” She replied. “Look, you both need to hear this story. It’s our story and both of you play a part in it..”

Annemarie told them of that time, long ago, when she started noticing men, not the boys around her, but the men, me in particular. Then one day, she saw me looking back. She told them about the first time we made love, and told them everything. I told her to remember what it was like, how she was feeling, what she felt and told them in such detail it was as if we were all there. She told them of Donna, what they did together, of the sex they too shared and how horrible it was when Donna betrayed her. She talked of the fear and loneliness of being pregnant, the massive threat to me. She told them of admitting to her affair with Donna, and letting me go. She told them of her Mother’s reaction to her being pregnant, and how difficult the first few years were, until they got away from her Mother. The search for me, keeping track of Sandra, in the hope I would appear there at some point. The incredible sadness of being alone, but she spoke of the hope that we would be together again. The occasional boyfriend, the unsatisfactroy sex, the casual cruelty of some of them. When the accident happened, she wanted to step forward as a possible carer for Jill, but the Child Protection Agency were too fast. By the time she had managed to contact the Agency, they had already found her father and Jill was placed there. The Social Worker gave her the city, but no other details, so she packed up, arrived about eighteen months ago and had been looking ever since. She had never given up.

“You would have taken me in?” Jill asked.

“Yes, for your sake. I knew that Sandra had not been as good a parent as she could have been, but I could do nothing about it, and I thought that I could make some ammends for my own mistakes by caring for you.”

The tale brought a lump to my throat, Jill came to Annemarie and hugged her. Rachel knew the story, she lived it, but I doubt it was any easier for her to hear it either. It filled in a number of gaps for her, made it more real. She took my hand and just held it. Everyone hugged and held each other, telling ourselves it was going to be better now.

It was getting late and it was time to go. We said goodnight, and Jill and I went to our own home. Then I realised that this was the first time Annemarie and I had been together and we didn’t have sex – ever. Jill prepared for bed and I sat and read a bit.

“Dad?” she asked, I looked up, “Would you have sex with Rachel?” A little blunt, but OK, she has a right to ask, and know the truth.

“Only if she wanted to,” I replied.

“She is beautiful. Was Annemarie like that?”

“I thought it was Annemarie when I saw her at the supermarket. Her resemblence is amazing, not exact, but still.”

“What about me? Would you fuck me?”

“No, darling, I would never fuck you, but if you wanted to, I would make love with a beautiful young woman.”

“I don’t understand. I can’t even fill a training bra, have no hair down there, no period and you would have sex with me?”

“I know you don’t get the difference, not yet. When you do, it would be entirely up to you.” She nodded but it was too nebulous a concept for her yet. “What I would suggest is that a sexual relationship has a very strong emotional component. That is something I hadn’t thought about when I met and made love with Annemarie. I have now and I would say that unless you were really ready for it, and you would know, then it’s time. I’m quite happy for you to wait as long as you like. You can choose anyone you like, and I won’t object. How about Rob White.” He’s a guy who lives on the next floor down, good looking and a really hot girlfriend.

“You saying I should go an seduce him”?”

“No babe, when you are ready, make a choice, and I will support that choice. That’s all.”

“You think that might be a little wierd?”

“Unusual, and probably illegal, but all I am suggesting is that I have no control over how your body will develop, no control over how your mind will grow. All I can do is try to give you the tools and the power that allow you to make decisions for yourself. A part of growing up is to accept responsibility for the decisions we make, not anyone else’s, our own. That also means that we are not critical of decisions other people make either. Tell me about Saturday night with Rachel.”

“Well, I’d rather not.”

“Look I don’t know anything about it, all I really want to know is did you enjoy it?”

“Hmmmm, it was ok, yeah, fun. She didn’t touch me at all, but-“Jill said. “I’ll think about it.” She turned and walked away, headed for her bedroom calling goodnight as she went.

She was wearing a short nightie, which showed her pert little ass, it also revealed that she was somewhat lagging in development from her sister. I would think that Rachel had a A-cup at least and her hips had started to provide her with the shape she was going to have soon. Sandra told me she was a late flowerer, too. She didn’t get her first period until she was fourteen so I wouldn’t expect Jill to either.

That set a pattern for us. Weekends were spent at our place and a weeknight for dinner at Annemarie’s. Jill and Rachel became lovers, but Jill told me they were not going the whole lez thing, just dipping their tongues in the water. That’s what she said, really. She also told me she now understood about the emotional thing I was talking about, but not ready to move on yet. Then matters came to a head.

Annemarie was facing a difficult time at her work and her rent was increasing. I had already discussed this possiblity with Jill and asked her to keep it to herself, which she did. Annemarie and I were talking about her finances, and the bottom line was she was going broke. I knew it, she knew it now so I suggested she might want to do two things, one give up her car.

She really couldn’t afford it and public transport is a lot better than the impression it sometimes gives. That freaked her out. When I talked her though the average monthly costs of owning a car, she was surprised at the money she was actually spending on it. She saw the sense of the idea, but was reluctant to do it. The second was that if she was to give up her car, she and Rachel would have to come and live with us.

Jill’s previous comment was “Can I get a double bed then?” So it was quickly settled. After some quick negotiations with the landlord, and finding a tennant to move in for him, it took about a month for Annemarie and Rachel to move in. Jill’s queensized bed was put into Jill and Rachel’s room and the two single beds went to the Salvos.

Initially, our setup was simple domestic, and while a little strained at times, and I do mean little as our bathroom accomodations times caused the biggest headaches, we settled into our new lives together. Rachel started calling me Dad shortly after the first evening we spent together, it was actually Jill’s suggestion, after all, she reasoned, I am her father too.

Over the next few months Jill started to blossom. Her breasts grew slowly, her hips spread a little and with help from Annemarie she adapted to her new body’s needs quickly. She had no real issues with her period yet, but Annemarie insisted that the girls let us know when they wanted to go on the Pill. Rachel did almost immediately, and Jill thought about it, but time for her decision was still a while off.

Part 6.

We were sitting at the table for dinner on a Staturday evening when Rachel made an announcement.

“Mom, can you sleep with Jill tonight? Dad, can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Ahh, I thought, that explains why Jill has been a bit subdued for the last few days. My dick did a little hop, skip and jump with a happy dance, it was going to be entertaining tonight. I nodded, as I had a mouthful of food, and I didn’t want to be spraying anyone else with it. Gross.

“Sure honey, if you like.” Annemarie replied. “Jill, are you ok with that? ”

Jill was quiet for a moment, looking into her plate, “Yes.”

“Well okay then, all settled.”

Jill looked up at me and said nothing. I shrugged and said quietly, “Her decision.” Jill nodded and went back to her plate. She mumbled something but I thought it best not to pursue it.

We finished dinner, cleaned up, and watched a bit of TV, all with an air of expectation. I did a bit of reading, Annemarie and the girls did whatever they were doing and eventually it was time for bed.

I heard the flush of the toilets, the cleaning of teeth, the usual sounds of preparation, and I made sure I was clean and ready, willing and able. I had a quick shave and was thoroughly washing my nether regions, just as Annemarie came in to the en suite.

I put the washer down and hugged her, “Are you OK with this?”

She smiled, kissed me and running her hands over my cock said, “Why wouldn’t I be? Besides, remember when you are most vulnerable.”

“Most of the time with you.” I laughed, “And I really don’t want to qualify for a lifetime membership of the Vienna Boys Choir.”

“I know you will be gentle, and sweet and loving. Which is really what she wants.”

“Did you discuss it before tonight?”

“Frequently, but I thought she wasn’t going to ask for a while yet. It’s the timing that surprises me, she gave no indication it was going to be tonight. So be yourself, and I really hope you do as well for her as you did for me. I loved it, and still do because of you.” She kissed me and hugged me, stroked my cock and said, “Go get that hymen, tiger!” Laughing as she bent down and kissed my dick. I really love her, I do.

She left and I finished, got into bed, naked and waited. I had the main bedroom light off, and the bedside light on. I didn’t wait long, the door opened and in came Rachel. I thought she might be nervous, but she really wasn’t. She was in her nightie, which was scandalously short, and her breasts were covered but the material hid little, even in the dimmed light of the bedside lamp. I could see a darker patch where her pubic hair would be, and I saw she wasn’t wearing the bottom half of the nightie. Her hips had flared in recent months, and her narrow waist was more pronounced every day.

She closed the door, and walked over to the bed. I held opened the sheets and she loooked at me. She looked at my erect tool, smiled and said, “One day, soon, but not tonight, Dad!”

What? I thought. My mouth was a step behind and what I thought came out like “Wha-wha-what?”

“Look, I am sorry to let you down like this, but tonight wasn’t about me and you, it was about Mom and Jill.” Talk about a show stopper! “Still, looks like that was expecting a better story than this. You not going to rape me are you?” A flash of worry crossed her face like she just realised how vulnerable she really was.

“What are you talking about?” I said, perhaps not quite as gently as I could have.

“Please, Dad,” Rachel started, “Keep it down. Look Jill is really embarrassed, but well, you know about us.” I nodded, “Well, I am experimenting just as much as she is, and Jill wanted to have sex with an older woman. Mom is it, and I really don’t mind.”

“You mean,” I started, “Jill is a lesbian?”

“Mmm, no, but I think women will always be a part of her sex life.”

“You haven’t had your fouteenth birthdays yet and already you can make that sort of judgement?”

“Well, yes and no,” she replied, “We talk a lot in bed, and this is something we talk about.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t say much about it.

“But there is one thing you could do.”

“Oh? What’s that.”

“Can you make me cum? Just not with your thing?”

“You mean my penis?” She nodded, “well, with my fingers? Or tongue?”

“Either, or, maybe both?”

“OK, but in return, you have to rub my dick, or give me a hand job till I cum.” I said bargaining.

“Mmm ‘Kay, I can do that, but you’re going to have to go first and then I will do you.”

“Deal.” I said, “OK, look, wait a moment.” I reached over to the bedside draw and opening it, pulled out a bottle of massage oil I use to rub Annemarie’s body and put it on the top of the cabinet. I love touching Annemarie’s body, and when it gets really sensual, I can get her to cum easily. I rolled to look at her and threw the sheet and duvet off us.

I lifted the nightie off her waist and saw the patch of dark hair for real, up close. I ran my fingers over her stomach in an aimless manner, softly, making sure I touched those areas of the waist and under the ribs that a hightly responsive. She gasped every time I hit one, and without lingering, I move along. Eventually I moved lower and lower, across her pubis and then down a leg, towards knee, then up the inside of her thigh, only to move away from the now swelling labia. I kept this up for a while then ran my fingers through her tufts of hair.

Rachel gasped and jumped, moaning and whispered, “Touch me, there now!” I ran my hand down, over the hood of her now swelling clit and along the labia, as soft and gentle as I could. Most women love the sensual touch, not the pawing of a male, the gentler touch of someone who cares. Rachel was no exception, she reacted to my fingers and pushed her hips upward, meeting my fingers, forcing them deeper into her labia than they would have. One finger engaged her love hole and rested on the bottom edge. I didn’t try to insert it into her, rather I rotated it, gently caressing around her sticky flesh, trying to find the rim of this as yet unused entrance hole.

I moved back up towards the clit and when I felt that little button, I caressed that too by circling it, making sure I touched every part of it. Her gasps and moans were my applause for a job that was doing exactly what I wanted it to do. It wasn’t long and she started to really gasp and her body shook in spasms as she came. It wasn’t a reall hard cum, but I can be pleased that I had given her pleasure. I ran my fingers up and down her really moist slit, slowly, letting her cool down a bit without really going off the boil.

Rachel slumped back, if it is possible to do that while lying down, and took a deep breath, “Phew, that was really nice Dad, I wasn’t expecting that. You actually do it better than Jill.” She thought for a moment and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, forget I said it.”

“Sorry, babe, wasn’t listening,” I replied as I put my fingers in my mouth. Tasted good too. I licked them a bit, letting her relax and get her breathing back to normal. I then reached over to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the oil and said, “Hold your hand out.” Rachel did while I dribbled a bit into her hand. “I want you to stroke me, and tell me about your adventures with Jill.”

“Mmm OK,” I got her to rub her hands together, coating them with this nice smelling oil I found in a health food shop. I lay on my back and got Rachel to kneel between my knees and then hold my cock.

“You know I have never touched one of these before?”

“I should hope so,” I said, “Now it’s in your hand, not so tight, move your hand up and down. Look at it, make sure your palm runs over the lip of the knob.” That started it. For the next five or six minutes, Rachel stroked me and in a short space of time, she got pretty good at it. I got to a point where I could feel it really starting to get to me, so I told her to stop. She wanted to go on, but I said that unless she wanted her nightie to be covered in my cum, she had better stop. She did.

I reached over the side of the bed and got a towel I had placed there earlier and told her to wipe her hands. She could then give my cock a wipe down, and get some of the oil off. Rachel said that the oil wasn’t coming off easily, and even though she had wiped them, her hands still felt like they were covered in it. I took her hand and brought her into the en-suite, put some warm water into the hand basin and got her to wash her hands and my dick. I just about cum when she started stroking me with really soapy hands.

I replaced the warm water with cold and asked her to rinse her hands and my cock with it. This does get the urge to cum down, just like an ice cold pack on your balls when getting ready to cum. I found out that was a seriously masochistic thing to do, so not my thing, ladies. Drying off, we went back to bed and I lay on my side watching Rachel standing at the side of the bed.

“Take it off.” I said, quietly. She reached for the hem and lifted it over her head, and I saw my eldest daughter fully naked for the first time. Her face was framed by her short auburn hair, her large dark eyes so open, a full lipped mouth, and almost squarish face, on top of a frame that boasted a pair of already seriously sized breasts, a narrow waist and flaring hips surrounding a thatch of dark hair and tapering legs that reached all the way down to the ground. Her skin an even dusky color, darker than me and Annemarie, that smooth Mediterranean look that most of us would die to have, totally unaffected by the Californian sun. Fuck, she is incredibly beautiful naked.

“Come and lie on the bed,” I said, encouraging her. She didn’t hesitate, so when she lay down, I kissed her face, her neck. I touched her breasts and kissed her across her chest, then took a nipple into my mouth and suckled on it. I took the other and repeated the performance. My lips explored her body moving downward a little at a time, drawing ever closer to her pussy. I felt her trembling as I neared my goal, and she jumped when I finally landed on her mons. I wiped my tongue over her pubis, then a quick jab at her clit. When I touched it, she purred and thrust her labia lips upward, trying to engage my tongue.

I touched her again with my tongue, lapped a little at the proffered lips, then moved off them and kissed the inside of her thigh. I eased her legs apart, and repositioned myself between them. Kissing her thighs I headed back up to her delicious quim. Rachel started thrusting her hips in the direction of my mouth even before I got there, she was trembling and every time my lips touched her, she would give a little grunt, eager to feel more of the pleasure I was giving her.

I finally acceeded to her demands and engulfed her entire pussy with my mouth. My tongue roamed over every bit of flesh and hair it could reach. I entered her love hole, sucked her now swollen lips and lapped her clit as best I could. She just loved it, the way she reacted meeting every tiny little poke or prod of my tongue with a little push of her own. It felt like we were a duet, doing that most intimate of dances, her tasty little love box under my mouth.

Her trembling grew and grew and became a spasm as she orgasmed, her body surrendering to the pleasure my tongue was bringing it. I hadn’t finished yet, though. I kept tongueing her, pushing her through her climax and not allowing her to rest, she spasmed again and again until she couldn’t move. She had collapsed in a state of exhaustion by the feel of her.

I lifted my mouth off her, and gave her one final lick along the entire length of her labia and over her clit. I got a shuddering reaction, so she was still alive. I kissed my way back up her body, very concious of my cock and its proximity to her sweet and well lubricated pussy. I kissed her mouth and lifted my hips a bit so my rod would be squashed between us, resting on her springy thatch of hair. We stayed like that for a few moments as she stirred back to life. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back, then wrapped her legs around me.

“Go on,” she said, “After that, you deserve it. Put it in me.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah, please I really want you to now.”

“It’ll sting a bit.”

“I know, Mom told me, it’s OK, do it.”

I lifted off her and with most of my weight on my knees, I easily engaged the knob into her slick vaginal tunnel. I could see her lips opening, eagerly welcoming the intrusion. The knob went in and was barred further entry by the little barrier that was her mark of innocence. Thrusting sharply, my hard fleshed tool punched right through it with a gasp of pain from Rachel. I was fully inside her and held it there for a long while before moving.

I pulled backward out of her, until the knob was just inside her, then thrust back into her, slowly drawing out, then back in again, over and over, the double backed turtle dance of the millenia. She was tight around my cock, so I concentrated on not cumming as best I could. I slowed a little, giving us time to catch some breath, then sped up a bit. I kept this up for a while, as long as I could but then my stamina started to ebb and my stimulation was starting to overwhelm me.

I couldn’t hold it much longer, and grimaced, holding it in, and finally, “I’m gonna cum! Cumming! Cumming!” As I felt my balls just spasm, shooting stream after stream of my juices into her. She cried out as she felt my cock swell and pulse inside her. Waves of pleasure swept over me, I felt them from my toes to my eyeballs and revelled in the release of my cum.

I had taken my first daughter’s virginity, I had made her cum, and now I spilled my semen deep into her body. And I didn’t feel any guilt or remourse or sadness at that, it was a privilege, an honor for me that I loved and was proud of.

I collapsed on top of her, and she held me, kissing me as my cock was still inside her, even as it was detumescing.

“Oh!” Rachel said as I fell out of her. “That was un-fucking-believable!” and “You can do that to me as often as you like!” I smiled wondering where I had heard that before. My heart was pounding, my body feeling somewhat wasted by the extreme effort of making love with this gorgeous young woman. I half rolled, half fell onto my side, pulling her with me. Holding Rachel, I kissed her again and then let my head loll back onto the pillow.

“Sure,” I gasped, “That was so good. But gotta rest.”

“Yeah, my very first penis injection, mmmm,” she mumbled.

I’m not sure who fell asleep fastest, but I felt her moving some hours later, then I heard her using the bathroom. She was barely awake as she got back into bed, still naked, so I snuggled into her, spooning as I wrapped her in my arms. I felt her ass wriggling all over my cock, but as much as I would have liked to fuck her again, I was almost asleep.

I woke a little while later, still dark, and gently got out of bed, went to the bathroom. Coming back into the dark room, I barely made out her supine form but I seemed to get a glimpse of her eyes, glowing in the dark and i knew that I was going to be performing again. Within seconds of being back in bed, she had reached out and grabbed my tool, starting to masturbate me. She didn’t need to speak, she made me hard and then sidled over on top of me, holding my cock as it entered her. Once in, she began to slide up and down the pole, over and over. She stopped and began rocking her clit on my pubis, and seeking release by her masturbating herself on me, with my cock inside her. It wasn’t long when she pushed harder and harder then squeezed me with her thighs, and collapsed down on me.

She stayed there for a while, caught her breath and rolled off me. For someone who had only lost her virginity a few hours ago, she was certainly aggressively inventive. I have never even heard of a girl doing this the same night she had fucked for the first time. I understood that, usually, they withdraw, and think about it a bit, but not Rachel, she’s just into it now. I have no idea what the future may hold but I suspect I am going to be worn out before she is.

Her breathing indicated she was asleep again, and here I was with a serious boner and she just nods off. The inconsiderate nature of a teenager, I guessed, then smiled. If she is sleeping, she is naked and she is on her back already, I could just climb on and get started, but no, not really. I couldn’t do that. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

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