Morgan

Sally moved Morgan's hand around the shape of her breast. Morgan already knew what to do and began to caress and gently squeeze her nipple. Sally sucked her breath in between her teeth.

"Oh god that feels so good. Mmmm, what hapenned next." She gasped.

"As I was loving her breasts, she asked me to nibble her neck and ears a bit like this." Morgan was unable to talk for a while as his mouth was gainfully employed making Sally gasp and squirm against his erection.

"Oh Jesus, stop a minute," She pleaded. "I want to know what happened next."

"Well I didn't know exactly what she was doing at the time, but I could feel Susan's hand moving around lower down. I assume you know what she was doing."

"Mmmm, yeah, like thisss" Sally hissed as her hand disappeared beneath the bed cover. Morgan resumed toying with her breast and kissing and sucking on the taught skin of her neck.

Sally's body went rigid then twitched a few times, a faint squeal the only sound before her body went limp. Morgan held her as Sally's breathing returned to normal.

"Oh wow! That was good." Sally leant over and kissed Morgan. "So what did mum do about this?" Sally ground her butt into Morgan's hard cock.

Morgan blushed before answering.

"She didn't have to do anything. I was so excited I came all over her ass. I was so embarrassed, I kept appologising and Susan eventually got me to believe that it wasn't a problem."

Sally felt unexpectedly sad for while, eventually she spoke.

"So I don't turn you on as much as mum did then." She sounded near to tears.

Morgan rolled Sally over and hugged her kissing first her eyelids, then the tip of her nose before reaching her lips for a slow sensual kiss.

"What on earth makes you think that love?"

Sally buried her face in the hollow of Morgan's neck.

"Because you came all over her ass, you didn't on mine."

Morgan laughed softly for a moment before he caught himself.

"Oh Sally, you don't understand. That was the first time I had done anything sexual with anyone. It was inexperience that had me blow like that. I find you every bit a sexy as your mother was, I've just got a bit more control now."

Sally giggled thinking about Morgan's embarrassment over his premature ejaculation.

"So did you wait very long to, you know."

"What make love to your mother? Yes quite a while, you have to remember she was well advanced in her pregnancy at the time and didn't feel like penetrative sex."

"From that night onwards though our relationship had changed. We had become a couple. We hadn't made love yet, but we knew that would come in time. From then up until you were born we explored each other's bodies, learnt what we liked and disliked. Susan had a bit more experience than me, but Graham hadn't been an inspiring lover and had never made her cum, so we learnt together."

"Then you were born, and you looked so perfect." A look of pain crossed Morgan's face. "In the fifteen years we were together the only time Susan ever hurt me was when she didn't put me down on your birth certificate. I mean I knew you were not my daughter biologically, but I so wanted for you to be mine, for us to be a family."

"Well I am glad she didn't. If she had this would be viewed as incest, this way it might seem odd to other people, but it's not illegal. So why did she do that, I can't believe mum doing anything just to hurt you, I know she loved you so much."

"I think at the time she had some idea of making Graham stand up to his responsibilities. Make him pay for how he had treated her. But I think by the time you were about a year old we had a strong relationship, and you were happy with me as your father. I guess she didn't want to upset the status quo."

"How come I never got a little brother or sister?"

"Susan had a hard time at the start of the birth and it was decided that they would have to operate, you know, to give both you and your mum the best chance. Well Susan was ill for a time after you were born, she had developed an infection. She had to have her womb removed when they couldn't control the infection any other way."

Morgan hugged the girl he had always called his daughter.

"That's part of the reason you were always so precious to me and your mum, we knew we would never have another child."

Sally reached across and placed her hand on Morgan's crotch.

"This conversation has taken a turn that's made this lovely thing shrink, sorry Morgan."

Morgan smiled and kissed Sally softly.

"That's not a problem love, I've had a long day and I'm tired. I think it would be nice to snuggle up to you and go to sleep. Spoon?"

Sally grinned and kissed Morgan's chin. "Oh yes! I liked that."

She rolled over in the bed and waited for him to press close before sighing deeply.

"Night Love." she said yawning.

"Goodnight Sally." Morgan whispered in her ear.

In the dim light he could just see the corner of her face pull up in a smile as her breath deepened.

Morgan's last thought before sleep claimed him was "Susan, I hope you really are in favour of this, because I can't resist her, I really can't."

Morgan woke to a pleasant feeling of weight on his chest. Sally's head was resting above his heart, her long blond hair spread like a pool across his upper body. He lay back enjoying the closeness that had been missing from his life since Susan became ill. Eventually the pressure in his bladder meant he had to move. Morgan carefully slid out from under Sally and rested her head on his pillow.

"Alice, you don't have to go yet do you?" Sally murmured sleepily and snuggled back into the pillow.

Morgan smiled to himself, Sally was still asleep so it was time for his morning swim. Morgan stripped off his pajamas and pulled a loose robe over his naked body. Quietly leaving the bedroom he walked down the short hallway to the door to the garden. Normally Morgan would use the door from his bedroom to get to the pool but he didn't want to wake Sally. He wasn't really sure if he was comfortable with her seeing him naked yet even after what had happened last night.

The pool and it's privacy were one of the reasons that Morgan and Susan had fallen in love with the house when they had first seen it.

The place had originally been a farmyard. The main house was very wide and narrow, the two story building stretched over sixty feet across the front of the yard. To the left and right were two large barns that had been converted to more accommodation. And opposite the house a larger structure provided garaging for about ten cars, although Morgan only had his BMW and Sally drove a mini. The place stood out amongst the housing development that had taken most of the surrounding fields. The end result was a substantial property standing on a large plot ensuring the privacy of the residents but still being close to the city center.

They had moved into the house about ten years ago and the first morning they woke in their new home a naked Susan had led an equally naked Morgan out to the pool for a morning swim. They had continued to swim every morning, whatever the weather and no matter how cold, right up until Susan was hospitalised. That morning Morgan had swam alone, he had ever since.

There was a light frost on the wooden walkway that led to the pool. Morgan strode along the path enjoying the crispness of the air and looking forward to plunging into the icy water.

He broke the water in a clean dive and emerged halfway down the pool gasping slightly at the cold. Morgan quickly set himself a quick pace, his body warming up despite the coldness of the water. Half an hour later he ran for the shower in one of the guest bedrooms.

It wasn't until Morgan was relaxing under the stream of hot water that his mind drifted back to last night.

He had always loved his daughter, and had watched as her body developed over the years. Morgan had always felt uneasy about the attraction he felt towards the young woman, even though she wasn't legally his daughter Morgan and Susan had brought Sally up as their daughter so it had seemed wrong.

Now it appeared that Sally, aware of the fact that he wasn't her father, had other plans for their relationship. Morgan was a little concerned about Alice, he found the girl attractive but he didn't love her like he did Sally. Would adding a third person cause problems in the future? Morgan grinned to himself, he was getting a little ahead of the game here, there was no saying things would go any further than they had. Before things could advance Morgan had to be certain that it was what the girls really wanted, and that they had thought through the consequences.

Drying himself off after his shower and brushing his teeth Morgan put his robe back on and wandered off to the kitchen to make coffee.

He had just sat down with his first cup when Sally came in. Still wearing her nightdress she plonked herself down in Morgan's lap and picked up his coffee.

"Help yourself." Morgan chuckled as Sally took a mouthful of coffee, she grimaced.

"Ugh, no sugar!"

"Sorry, didn't know you were going to pinch it."

Sally smiled and kissed Morgan quickly.

"Guess I'm gonna have to get used to no sugar." Sally squirmed around on Morgan's lap a little. "Mmm, what's this I'm sitting on?"

Morgan blushed, his reaction to Sally's barely dressed body was pretty obvious.

"I think you might know what that is. Listen Sally we need to talk." Morgan said seriously. Sally took one look at the frown on Morgan's face and quickly slid off of his lap, without looking back at him she quickly refilled his coffee cup and poured one for herself. By the time she sat down opposite Morgan her lower lip was quivering and she looked close to tears.

Morgan looked at the woebegone expression on her face and smiled at the young girl as he took and held her hand.

"It's not too bad sweetheart. It's just that I need to know why. I need to know why two otherwise very clever, stable young ladies want to get into a relationship with a guy so much older than you, and why both of you?"

Sally looked down at the table for a moment before she looked at Morgan and smiled weakly.

"I suppose that's reasonable, I can't totally speak for Alice, but I think I can explain. Where the fuck do I start? Did you know I used to watch you and mum swim in the mornings?"

Morgan blushed again. "N-No, I didn't. When did you start that?"

"I think I must have been about eleven when I woke up and needed to pee early one morning. On my way back to bed I heard splashing at the pool and went and looked out of my window. You and mum were swimming lengths and were both naked."

Chapter 4

Eleven year old Sally Anderson went back to bed with a funny feeling in her belly. Why did watching mummy and daddy swim make her feel like that? Was it the occasional glimpses of their naked bodies as they swam. She wondered how often they swam this early.

That night when she went to bed Sally set the alarm on her watch to wake her up at seven in the morning. To her disappointment she slept right through the alarm. It was two mornings later before Sally managed to get up and watch her parents swim again, they were already in the pool so Sally decided to try earlier tomorrow.

After about a week Sally was able to get up every morning to watch them and found that they usually went out to the pool at around half six. The first morning that Sally was able to get up early enough to watch them walk out to the pool was a day that Sally would remember for the rest of her life.

Just after half past six her mother and father walked naked out to the pool hand in hand, they paused for a moment by the side of the pool. Slowly leaning towards each other Mum and dad kissed each other before turning and diving cleanly into the water. They swam side by side for about an hour as their daughter watched before climbing out and walking back to their room hand in hand.

To the impressionable preteen it was just so, so romantic.

All year round they would use the pool, in rain frost and snow. Even on the coldest mornings they never hurried and always took time for a kiss before diving into the icy water. Sally watched them almost every morning.

Very occasionally Sally would miss a morning because she over slept. A more frequent cause for Sally to miss the morning swim was if she spent a night at her best friend Alice's house, or Alice had slept at her place.

If one of the girls were to stay at the other's house it was usually Alice staying with Sally. Alice's parents had split up when she was nine and Alice's mother was only too happy to get the chance for a night out.

On the nights that Alice stayed Sally was tempted to get up and watch her parents, but she was afraid her friend would find out. To Sally's young mind it was ok for her to spy on her parents because she was family, to her it didn't seem right that Alice might look at them as well.

After her parents swim Sally would lie in her bed and explore her developing young body as she tried to understand her feelings about their swimming. She knew that what she felt in her tummy was what girls were supposed to feel about boys, although not their father. What Sally couldn't understand was why her mum had almost the same affect on her.

This carried on for two years before the now thirteen year old Sally was surprised one summer morning. After their swim her parents didn't walk back to their room hand in hand, instead her mother stopped her father and kissed him. Sally could see her mother's hand as it wrapped around his penis. She had sat through sex education classes at school so she was aware of what the parts were and what they were used for, plus of course heard all the names the other kids called the various parts.

Sally watched enthralled as her mother knelt in front of her father and took his penis into her mouth, they never described that in sex ed. Later that day Sally raided her savings and after school she bought a cheap pair of binoculars.

When Sally got home she tried to sneak into the house with her new purchase but her mum saw the bag she was carrying.

"What you got there honey?" she asked as Sally tried to hurry up to her room.

"Um, just a new hobby, Gonna see what birds live in the woods." Sally rushed, her face reddening as she spoke.

Her mum seemed to give her a look that searched out the lie for what it was, Sally blushed even more under her mum's scrutiny.

"Well, have fun dear." She gave Sally a knowing smile.

Sally ran to her bedroom and hid the binoculars in what had once been her toy chest, now it held some things she didn't want her mother to find. She had nagged her dad that she needed a padlock on her chest and eventually she got a large lock put on the chest. So Sally kept her treasures locked away in her chest. In addition to the binoculars there were a few magazines she had "bought" off of some boys at school. One had cost her a flash of her developing breasts and she had got two magazines for showing the boy and his friend the sparse covering of hair over her pussy. And of course her diary, it would never do for her mum to see that as she had written about every time she had watched them at the pool, and how it made her feel.

It had never occurred to the young girl that padlocks usually came with two keys. Her father had entrusted the spare key to Sally's mother who, Sally later found out had used it to keep up with her daughters advancing sexuality.

Sally had spent hours examining the dog eared magazines and had worked out that she was just as attracted to the girls in the pictures as the boys. She also felt excited by the sight of the girls at school when they were changing. Sally was not upset about this discovery about herself. She knew from reading on the internet that a lot of young girls experimented with other girls, some found they liked it and some found it wasn't for them.

What HAD upset Sally's balance a little was her reaction to two particular people. Whenever she spent time with Alice Sally felt a breathless excitement that almost drove her mad trying to hide her feelings for her best friend. Those feelings she could cope with, just, if Alice ever found out, it could be embarrassing but she knew that Alice wouldn't dump her because of it.

What had really shaken Sally's world was the realisation that she was in love with her own father. She had tried to deny it to herself, but every time she was in the same room as him she felt her knees go weak, her breath would catch in her throat and she would feel herself flush. To make matters worse she was pretty sure her mother had noticed the effect dad had on her.

So Sally maintained her silence about her loves, and watched them when she could. She knew the bodies of both of her loves, her father's from his daily swim with mum, and Alice's from the showers at school.

Two weeks after Sally had watched her mother give her father a blowjob beside of the pool Sally's world shifted yet again.

It had started with such a stupid thing, she had been charged full fare on a bus as the driver thought she was over sixteen. So when she had gone home Sally went in search of her birth certificate. She knew where her parents kept most of their paperwork and no one had ever told her not to touch it. Folded up in a suitcase of old photos and mementos of past holidays Sally found a pale green sheet of paper. She recognised it as a birth certificate as several of her friends regularly carried theirs around with them to prove their age. On opening the document Sally's mouth dropped open in shock. In the section marked "Father" was the word "Unknown".

She stared at the sheet for some time before she realised that another piece of paper had been folded with it. Opening it Sally found it to be letter, from a man called Graham. He was demanding to see his daughter and threatening legal action if Sally's mum didn't provide access to her.

Sally sat there stunned. The man she had called her father wasn't. It was hard to take in, who was her father then?

Eventually Sally tidied away all the evidence of her search and returned to her room with the certificate and letter.

She sat on her bed and reread the letter time after time. It slowly sank in, Morgan Vech was not her father. She knew she should be upset, she had been lied too, she should want to find out who her father really was. She knew that was how she should feel, but the only thought that could hold the girls attention was "It's ok to love him, he's not her father, it wouldn't be incest."

Sally took out her diary and tried to work out her thoughts on paper. When she had finished she folded the sheets into the diary and locked it away.

It was a struggle to act normally around her parents and after a few pointed questions from her mother Sally told her that she wasn't feeling very well because it was "The time of the month" as her mum always put it. Excusing herself Sally went up to bed.

She lay in the darkness of her room trying to sort out her feelings. She loved Alice and wanted her desperately, but Alice didn't seem to have any interest in girls, when the two were together they talked endlessly about boys but neither girl had ever indicated an interest in girls to the other. She loved her father, even though he wasn't her father, again she wanted him desperately, but even if he was interested in her she could never betray her mother like that.

"Why the fuck did I manage to fall in love with the two people I could never have!" she sobbed quietly to herself before she fell asleep.

A few weeks later she took up her usual position by the window, binoculars at the ready. Her parents came out hand in hand as usual and after their kiss dived into the water. Sally found she felt different now, in the past the feelings she held for her father had been tinged with guilt, after all incest is wrong. Since she found that letter and her birth certificate she had been freed of that guilt. It was ok to love him, to lust after him. Morgan Vech was not her father, she was free to lust after his body without guilt.