Out of Your Systems

"Jen, I don't think..." he began.

"Shane, listen. Don't tell me you haven't noticed how close she is getting with you. Touching your arm. Twirling her hair. Biting her lip. Bouncing and giggling. Begging her Daddy for his opinion." I replied, laying it out plainly.

"Okay, Jen..." he began, a little upset. "She has been a little, um... hands-on, but I think you're blowing things out of proportion a bit. I mean... she's my little princess. She wouldn't..."

"Honey, I'm a girl. I see these things. I see when other girls are doing this type of thing." I began. "You're a guy, Shane. It's hard for any guy to say no to a girl when she bats her eyes at you. You're not the first guy to fall victim to it. You're not doing anything wrong, but I think it's kinda... icky that your daughter is using it on you."

"Icky?" he asked.

"I feel like there should be a barrier there. I think it's trouble if she thinks its okay to do this type of thing." I replied.

"Why do you think she is doing it?" he asked, his tone genuine and slightly sheepish, as if he was dumb for not seeing this before.

"She's probably just having fun. It's probably harmless. But, I think, as awkward as it might be, you need to talk your daughter about this." I said. He sighed, clearly not wanting any part of this. "Shane, I know it's weird, but you do need to talk about it with her. I mean, she's doing it, but you are letting yourself fall victim. There is some small part of you that is allowing yourself to fall prey to it. Whatever this weird tension is between you two, you guys just need to confront it and just... get it out of your systems. Talk it out, explain to her what she's doing is wrong, and dangerous. Just... this awkward tension between you two has gotten beyond uncomfortable for me and it needs to stop before it goes over any lines."

"What lines?" he asked. I held his stare for a few moments. Suddenly, it hit him. He shook his head. "Jen, she's our daughter! I just, I..." he stammered defensively.

"Hon, I know. I know you and I know her. Kaylee has a good head on her shoulders. She's a bright girl, but we're her parents, and when she is making poor choices it is our job to let her know. I know she would never do anything like... that... obviously, and you would never allow that. But we need to nip this in the bud anyway." I said. He rubbed his head with his hand.

"I know it's awkward." I said, touching his shoulder. "But it has to be done."

"I know." he said.

"Listen, I know you are dreading this, so I'll give you time. I've been planning to make a shopping trip up north. So what I'll do then, I'll make that this weekend. I'll leave tomorrow after work. I'll stay up there this weekend, give you time to work up the nerve to talk to her about it." I said with a warm laugh, but my tone turned more firm. "But when I get back on Sunday, I don't want to have to deal with this weird, uncomfortable tension anymore."

Shane shook his head and nodded.

"I'll take care of it." he said. I smiled and stepped into his arms. I kissed him firmly on the lips. "These are the moments we have to be parents. It sucks, I know, but we have to do it. You have to remember, you're her father. It's time to step up to the plate."

He nodded and kissed me back.

Like I said earlier, I thought this was a good idea at the time. I really did.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

************

(48 hours later)

I did plan to spend the whole weekend up north shopping. I made it up there on Friday evening, leaving my husband to have his awkward conversation with our daughter. I had a perfect plan. Shane was a good father, and Kaylee was a bright girl. I had no doubt they would hash all this stuff out, no matter how awkward it was. Plus, I had lots of shopping planned, so it would be a productive weekend all around.

What I didn't account for was Mother Nature. A huge heat wave hit half the state, causing brownouts all over the place. Massive power outages hit the area and this of course encapsulated most of the stores I wanted to go to, forcing them to close down. My hotel was out of power too, so once I finished with the shopping I could get done, and with no other refuge, I decided to head home a day early. Shane and Kaylee had had 24 hours of alone time. Hopefully, they had hashed things out by this point.

I tried to call home but I got no response. I didn't know if the house was affected in any way by the heat wave, so I didn't know what I was driving home to.

I had no idea.

I headed straight back there, only making one quick stop at a gas station to pick up a cold drink to counter the oppressive heat. The heat was overwhelming as I stepped out of the car, causing me to feel slightly dizzy for a moment, but I regained my bearings and took care of the purchase quickly. It was in the sweltering late afternoon heat that I pulled up the driveway. I tried to use the garage door opener, but there was no response when I pushed the button, letting me know our house was hit by the massive power outages as well. Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of my car and headed towards the front door. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside.

I looked around, looking for anyone. But I saw nothing. The heat of the inside of the house hit me immediately. The lack of air circulation made the inside of the house stuffy and heavy with heat. I was about to call out, but some unseen force stopped me. As I set my purse down, I heard a noise from upstairs. It sounded like a voice, but I couldn't hear it clearly enough to figure anything else out.

I began to walk up the stairs, not knowing the thing I was walking towards was my destiny.

The voice I was hearing was definitely Kaylee's, and at first I thought it was a whine of some sort. It wasn't until my feet hit the second floor that I realized it wasn't a whine.

It was a moan.

A chill ran through me as I heard a repeated, squishing noise, as well as the sound of rhythmic, meaty slaps. I gulped as my heart sank. My feet kept me moving forward, despite the fact that, deep down, I think I knew what I was about to see. The sounds got louder as I got closer to my bedroom and it was with dread that I realized the door was wide open. Stepping up to the door, I breathed deeply and looked inside. I had to do it. I had to. I had to know for sure. I had to see it with my own eyes.

I wish I hadn't. Every single day since, I wish I hadn't.

It all hit me at once. The sights. The sounds. The smells.

On the bed was Shane, my husband, and Kaylee, our daughter. They were both naked, and Kaylee was riding her father's thick, pulsing ten-inch cock for all it was worth. Both of them were dripping with sweat, soaking the bed and each other. The sight of my husband's big, smooth throbbing shaft driving in and out of our daughter's stretched-to-the-max pussy arrested my vision. The smell of their sweat, their exertions, the smell of pussy hit my nose and made my knees shake. And the sound of their voices hit my ears, and what they were saying nearly made me faint.

"Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" Kaylee said, furiously riding her father's big cock. "Fuck! I've wanted this fucking cock for so long! I'm so fucking horny! Do it, Daddy! Drive it into me. HARD! Give it all to me!"

"I will, baby, I will! You'll get every fucking inch whenever you want it!" Shane grunted out.

"Oh, Daddy, IT'S SO BIG!" Kaylee screamed, her ass bouncing in her father's lap as he lied on our marital bed. "GOD, I love it! Squeeze them, Daddy! SQUEEZE THEM! Squeeze your daughter's huge fucking tits!"

I hadn't realized it, but my husband's big, manly hands were filled with my daughter's EE cups, squeezing them roughly... lustfully. They looked absolutely massive, even in his large hands. Huge and perfect.

"I love them, Kaylee. I love my daughter's huge fucking tits!" my husband screamed, gripping her chest greedily.

"They're so much better than Mom's aren't they?" Kaylee asked.

"She has, ugh fuck... your mom has such little itty bitty boobies." my husband said. "These are huge fucking tits! Massive fucking jugs! Enormous fucking boobs! These are a real woman's breasts."

"I'm more of a woman where it counts than Mom is, aren't I?" Kaylee asked. "You've always thought so!"

"Fuck yeah, you are. God, you're so tight. You're better than her in every way." Shane groaned out. Kaylee began to ride him harder. My husband's hands slid down from her tits till he was cupping both cheeks of her round, sweaty ass. He gripped both of the round cheeks and played with them as he forced her to drive into him harder.

"UGH, FUCK! Daddy, I love it! I love your body! I love your cock!" Kaylee moaned out. "Tell me you love me! More than Mom! Tell it to me so I can cum again!"

Shane didn't hesitate.

"I love you, Kaylee! I love you more than your mother, my wife! I love you more in every way! I would choose you every fucking time! God, I love your tight cunt!" my husband grunted.

"Mmmm, that's right! I know you love your daughter's CUNT more than you love Mom altogether! You love every part of me more than the best part of her! Feel my asshole, Daddy. Run your fingers across it! There you go, Daddy, there you go!" Kaylee groaned out. I watched as my husband peeled his daughter's ass-cheeks apart, exposing her clean, tight asshole to my shocked gaze. I watched my husband run his fingers down her sweaty ass-crack, playing with her asshole with his big fingers. "Feel it Daddy, feel it! Finger it just a little bit, cause you will be fucking it very soon! FUCK, that's it! I can feel it! Ahhh, it's so good! Finger my pretty asshole! Wait till you see it, Daddy. My asshole is gorgeous! It's prettier than Mom's fucking ugly face! HA HA!"

I was absolutely crushed, listening to my husband and daughter spit venom at me. This was madness, it couldn't be real, but it was right in front of me. And as insane as this seemed, I couldn't help but notice that my daughter's body was simply... perfect. I had seen her naked, but obviously I had never seen it in action like I was now. Her massive, fleshy breasts looked even bigger and perkier than ever. Her ass was round and firm and perfect. Even her fucking asshole was as clean and smooth and as tight and as weirdly gorgeous as she bragged about. She had taken half my genetics, used them to their peak potential, and used them to steal my husband from me. Stolen the man that made her with me. I had literally engineered the destruction of my marriage.

As I thought this over, the two lovers picked up the pace. Shane's hands went to his daughter's hips and assisted her as she rode his cock as hard as she could.

"Oh, FUCK! DADDY! UGHHH! Give it to me! Give me everything! Give me your cum! Give me it all! I want it! I want every drop of my Daddy's cum deep inside my tight cunt! Fill me with it again! I love feeling my own daddy cumming inside me! I want it all! Fill me to the brim! I know your balls have been so swollen for so long! Give me all your thick cum! Fire it all deep inside your daughter's tight, stretchy cunt! You know that's where it belongs!" Kaylee squealed.

"FUCK! I know it's wrong. I know it's fucked up, but God, I can't believe how fucking hot it is to cum inside my own fucking daughter! God I want to do it! I want to give you all my cum, Kaylee! I want you to have it. I want you to take my cum inside of you again! It feels so fucking good!" Shane grunted.

I fell to my knees as I watched this. I had to shut my eyes, trying to protect my mind from the poison I was witnessing. Not only was I watching my husband having sex with our daughter, but this wasn't their first bout of insane sex. This was the middle of what seemed to be a long, drawn out encounter. A marathon of filthy sex. All I heard was the sound of wet flesh slapping together as my daughter rode her father's dick, and the images I imagined were almost worse that the truth. My eyes finally opened when I heard Kaylee scream out.

"I'M CUMMING! DADDY, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR FAT COCK AGAIN!" Kaylee screamed.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Shane screamed. At the same moment, Kaylee buried his cock as deep as it would go in her young cunt and ground into it, flexing her ass as an orgasm hit her. My husband drove into her as his climax hit him. His balls flexed, and cum spewed forth from his thick shaft.

"Oh, Daddy! I feel it! I feel that cum deep inside my cunt! Daddy, I love it! Thank you! I love that cum! Give me everything Daddy! Give it all to me!" Kaylee squealed.

I closed my eyes as my daughter and my husband rode out their orgasms together, grunting and moaning as they did so. After a few minutes, they both calmed, and the only noise I heard was a light sucking noise.

"Oh my God, I can feel your load inside me. You always cum so much, Daddy. I love it." Kaylee purred. "Mmmmm, there you go, Daddy. Suck my nipples, Daddy. Suck your daughter's nipples and recharge your batteries. We have a long night ahead of us."

I think at this moment, my soul left my body. This felt like a nightmare. A bad dream. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to escape. But I needed to know how it all got to this point.

***********

(Earlier that day)

(Shane)

I hung up the phone and glanced at my daughter.

"I guess power's out all over the place. They said it could be two hours or two days. Sorry, princess." I told her.

"Two days!?" Kaylee said incredulously. "It better be two hours! I can't deal with two days of this! I'm sorry Dad, but if we don't have the AC back in a few hours, some clothes are coming off." she warned with a laugh, pulling at the hem of her top.

I laughed at what was obviously a joke, but my conversation with Jen gave this comment new meaning. I couldn't help but think that, with what my daughter was wearing, she didn't have much clothing to lose.

We were both sweaty, as the house was now stuffy from the lack of air conditioning. Power went out this morning, right after I woke up. The windows were open, but the heat both inside of the house and outside was overwhelming. I wore a loose T-shirt and shorts, and my daughter was wearing a tight, thin, pink cotton tank top and those black, stretchy bike shorts that molded to her amazing, perky teenage butt.

No, no, NO! I had to stop thinking about her that way! Before my conversation with Jen, I never really thought about Kaylee in any other way but as her father. But now, I couldn't stop thinking about her as a sexual creature. I had been up half the night dreading the conversation I had to have. Wondering if my daughter had been flirting with me.

I had to confront the fact that my daughter was a woman. A gorgeous young woman with a very mature body. A thin, fit frame with excessively large breasts and a firm, round butt. I had to stop thinking about her like that, but I just couldn't stop. It was so, so wrong. I knew that. But it didn't disgust me the way it probably should have. Part of me was flattered that such a gorgeous, sexy young woman might be fixated on me. Part of me hoped my wife was right. Part of me hoped Kaylee wanted me. When my daughter warned that if the power stayed off, her clothes might start coming off, part of me hoped to be in the room when she peeled off her sweat soaked clothes.

It was wrong for so many reasons. Obviously, this was my daughter, and even thinking about her that way was beyond messed up. And there was the fact that, you know, I was married. Happily married to Kaylee's mother. I was never the type who thought about trading up for a younger, better woman. That's not how I thought. I was happy with Jen. She was still a great looking woman. She had aged gracefully. Now, it was true that her appetite had lessened a bit over the years, and sure, her body was not the body of a porn-star, but I was happy with my married life. I didn't expect her to still fuck like a minx the way she did in her younger years. That was too much to ask of any middle-aged woman. I was really happy with where my life and marriage was at this point. Nothing could get in the way of that, and I had never once considered stepping out on her, until my wife had brought up this whole situation with Kaylee. That was when I realized that, all this time, I was blissfully unaware that the younger, hotter, better version of my wife lived under the same roof as me. And now, I was becoming increasingly aware of that fact, and increasingly aware of the delightful way sweat would drip down my daughter's cavernous cleavage. I wondered if she would let me lick those beads of sweat off her smooth... no, NO!

"So, Dad..." Kaylee began, stepping closer and looking up at me. "What are we gonna do?"

I had never noticed these things before, but now, with her big, pretty eyes looking up at me, her voice low and heavy, I could feel the tension that Jen had noticed. I looked down at her, her smooth and plump lips curled in a smile. I wondered how they would feel around my... no, STOP IT!

I knew this was the moment I had been dreading. I had to have this talk with her, and we literally had nothing else to do at the moment. There was no point avoiding the inevitable.

I had to push this tension out, now, before something went terribly wrong.

"Um, sit down, Kaylee." I said, gesturing my hand at the couch.

"Uh, okay, Dad." she said curiously. She spun on her heel gracefully and padded over to the couch, plopping onto it. I moved over and joined her on it, sitting next to her.

"So, your mother wanted me to talk to you." I began, looking at her. Her eyes scrunched in confusion.

"You guys aren't getting divorced, are you?" she asked. I laughed.

"No, no, no... it's nothing like that." I began. "It's just..." I paused, nervous to proceed. "Your mother is becoming concerned about something that's been happening lately."

"What?" she asked.

"She thinks you've been a bit overly... affectionate... lately." I began.

"What do you mean?" she asked. I sighed deeply and continued.

"She thinks you've been kind of... flirty... with, uh... me." I said with a gulp. I watched her expression, waiting for her reaction. Then, she laughed.

"What?" she asked incredulously, slapping my thigh with her hand.

"She thinks you've been a bit overly affectionate with me." I said fully.

"That's ridiculous." Kaylee said, "I mean, that's like, gross, right? You're my dad."

"I know, sweetie, I know. But, uh, looking back... there are times when you have been a bit touchy-feely. And I don't know if you do it on purpose, you have some mannerisms that come across as if you're flirting. And some of the things you say as well... like I said, it might be second nature, and you don't know you're doing it, but your mom has noticed it, and it's making her uncomfortable." I told her.

"But, you didn't notice anything?" she asked inquisitively.

"Not really." I began, and her expression dropped ever so slightly. "But your mom thought I was. She said I was encouraging this behavior in you. But I didn't even notice anything wrong."

"I, uh, I think Mom might be reading too much into things." Kaylee began knowingly. "I mean, yeah, I might be a bit flirty, but it's nothing like that."

"I know hon, and I know this is really awkward for us both. But your mother wanted us to talk this out, because it's making her uncomfortable. And if it's something you do to the wrong person, it might get you into trouble. So, I guess it might for the best that you be a little more aware of what you're doing, especially, I guess, around here. I mean, you're a young woman and flirting happens, but you need to know when to turn it on and off." I told her.

Kaylee nodded and smiled warmly.

"Got it, Daddio." she said, giving me a thumbs up.

"So that's why your mom went away this weekend. She wanted to give us space so we could talk this out. Put it all out on the table, so we could get whatever this is out of our systems." I told her. "But, I think we've kinda hashed this out, at this point..." I added, relieved.