The Plan

We woke up early next morning, and I helped Clara pack a few clothes for her trip to her parents. I made sure she packed her sexiest outfit, as a present for her dad. I'm pretty sure Clara would tell her dad what had happened at our house recently, during the session where Clara sat on her father's face and told him about our sex life. I carried the now packed bag down the stairs, behind Clara, then out to the car. I put it in the boot, and went to hug Clara. I embraced her, and kissed her softly.

"Have fun," I told Clara, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"So incest is OK."

"Of course." We both chuckled. While Clara was still laughing, I slipped a hand down her jeans.

"No, not now," Clara sighed, with a hint of resignation. I felt her hips move slightly against my hand. I rubbed against her panties harder, finding her slit. I heard Clara moan. I took my thumb and tried to find her clit through her underwear. After a quick search, I felt a small nub.

"Uuhh... fuck." I circled on her clit through her panties. Clara's breath quickened, and I rubbed faster. Clara was now thrusting the air, trying to push my hand in her.

"Oh... yessss..." Clara clenched her teeth and stopped thrusting. I felt her panties become damp with her cum. I gave a couple of final rubs and then bought my hand to my mouth.

"Now my panties are going to be wet for the whole journey. It's going to be so annoying."

"Oh well," I offered my hand to Clara to suck. She gave it a quick lick. "Have a fun time." I said, watching her walk to the car.

"I will, and when I get back, you better have fucked Poppy."

"Only if she wants it."

"She does," Clara gave a nod to my dick, which was tenting my jeans. The car engine rumbled into life, and Clara reversed it onto the road. She smiled from the window, "See you in a couple of days!" she shouted as the car drove away. I waved until the car disappeared from view.

As I turned back to the front door, I caught a glimpse of our neighbor, Mrs. White, watching me from the window, grabbing her breast and with a hand between her legs. I waved to her, and gave a sharp thrust of my hips. I saw her cheeks turn bright red, and then she ducked her head behind the window. I laughed as I strolled back to my house, my dick leading the way.

When I entered the front room, Poppy was sitting on the couch. I saw her eyes dart to my hard dick, before looking away at the TV. I sat down next to her, quite close, but not uncomfortably near.

"Hello my sweet daughter, what are you doing today?" I put my arm around Poppy and hugged her.

"I'm probably going out with some friends. I'll go and see them now." Clara stood up and quickly left the house.

'Oh, shit', I thought, 'have we misread Poppy's body language? Does she want to fuck me? Or were we so consumed by our fantasy that we decided for Poppy that she would fuck us? Oh crap, we've made a huge mistake'. I put my head in my hands, and thought deeply about what had happened. I tried to remember what Clara said about when she started fucking her father. 'She never said she had wanted to fuck her dad, it just seemed to happen in the moment. Was Clara's mind warped so that she believed she had wanted it in the first place, and transferred that onto Poppy's position?' I was confusing myself, I wasn't thinking straight, so I lied down on the couch, closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind...

I woke up with a startle. It was now dark; 'Crap, I must have fallen asleep'. I got up from the couch and went in search of a clock. I went into the kitchen, and glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock. I'd slept through the whole day, not seeing Poppy. I went to grab a snack from the fridge. On the fridge door was where I found a note from Poppy:

Gone out to a party. Probs be back late. See ya,

Poppy

Grabbing a slice of cheese, I walked up the stairs, the note from Poppy in hand, and went up to my room. I lay back on the bed, thinking about Poppy. 'Maybe this was just a huge misunderstanding, maybe she doesn't want to have sex with me. C'mon, incest, that doesn't happen really, only to a small minority. It seemed like Poppy didn't want to be near me earlier, maybe I should just leave her alone'. I couldn't help but criticize how many maybes were in those few sentences, but I should be safe rather than sorry. And in the case of fucking my daughter, I don't think Poppy would ever forgive me if I did fuck her and she didn't want it. I decided I would drop the plan; I wouldn't have sex with my daughter.

Finishing the slice of cheese, I then went to sleep. Throughout my slumber, I dreamt a lot about me and Poppy. Sometimes I saw memories of us at the lake when she was a child, and we were fishing. Other times, her pussy was on my mouth. I was able to see that I am and was always a father to Poppy, but I was still conflicted with the idea of blurring the lines between parent and fuck-buddy.

The next morning, I woke up with a raging hardon. I stumbled through the house to get to the shower. On the way, I passed Poppy's bedroom. The door was open, and I could see that my daughter was lying face down on the bed, asleep. She was still wearing a dress that she had probably worn to the party she went to last night. The way she had fallen asleep had caused her dress to rise up above the bottom of her ass cheeks. I could see the deep blue thong she wore disappear inbetween the two globes. I forced my eyes away from Poppy's ass. After what had happened yesterday, I didn't want to think about Poppy in a sexual way. The thong was so enticing though... I swiftly went to the shower, trying to ignore all thoughts of Poppy. I didn't wank in the shower, instead letting my erection die naturally. After I got bored of the water cascading down me, I got out, dried and got dressed. As I wasn't going anywhere, I just put on jeans and a t-shirt. I made my way downstairs, and ended up sitting on the couch.

After about an hour of flicking through the channels, I heard the sound of running water from upstairs. It reminded me of how this had all started. I had caught Poppy walking out of the bathroom naked, and from then on it had escalated in to me fantasizing about fucking my daughter. Now, I had regretted thinking about my daughter in that way, but it had led to the some of the best sex of me and Clara's life. The creaks of Poppy walking down the stairs bought me back to reality. I called out.

"How was the party?"

"Yeah, it was good." Poppy replied as she entered the room. She sat next to me.

"Stayed safe?" I asked, remembering what other parents had told me about what the parties were like. In my mind, I was unhappy with Clara doing the things that I had heard others doing. Yet, only a couple of days ago, I had wanted to fuck Poppy. My morals and values were contradictory.

"Yep." Poppy obviously wasn't going to say what they actually did, but I didn't push it any further. However, I had to make sure she was okay.

"You didn't get raped, did you?" I asked, concerned.

"No, I'm fine, Daddy." My cock twitched. She had not called me that in ages. Clara and I had used it during our role play. Was she trying to hint at something? I decided to ignore it. I hugged Poppy tightly.

"That's good. I'm just making sure."

We sat there for a while, my arm around Poppy, her head resting on my shoulder. We were watching some show on TV, I didn't really care, I had Poppy close to me, and I felt like a real father again. I gently moved my fingers in little circles on Poppy's back. After some time, I checked the time. I was shocked to find that it was almost two o'clock.

"Oh, crap, did you want anything for lunch?"

"Um, can I just have a sandwich?"

"Yeah, cool."

A few minutes later, I returned with two ham and cheese sandwiches. We sat on the couch, eating our lunch. Poppy complimented me on my sandwich making skills, although I apparently wasn't as good as Clara.

"How are things with Mom, by the way?" I was a bit confused with where the question came from, but I answered nonetheless.

"They're great." I think I blushed a little. Poppy stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, you could say that. There was a reason why I bought earplugs."

"Why?" Once again, I was a bit slow.

"Because Mom was so loud. It was distracting." Now it was Poppy's turn to blush. I, on the other hand, froze. Had she heard us when we were indulging ourselves in our incest fantasy?

"When did you get the earplugs?"

"About three weeks ago." Internally, I let out a sigh of relief. That was before I'd even seen Poppy naked after the shower, let alone when Clara and I started our 'Daddy/daughter' sex. Even so, she could be lying. No, probably not, I trust Poppy.

"So, since we talked about my sex life, how's yours?" I asked cautiously, after there was no response for a few seconds, I added, "You don't have to answer, of course."

"No, I will. Um, yeah, it's fine." Poppy looked as if she was a bit depressed about this.

"Just fine?" I asked, still inquisitive.

"Yeah," again, she sounded downhearted, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Okay," I respected my daughter's privacy, "Just tell me if there's any way I can help." I didn't really think this line through before saying it. Poppy raised her eyebrow at me. "I didn't mean it like that. Just forget I ever said that." I went back to lightly hugging Poppy, but the thoughts about fucking her had returned, and it was difficult for me to not get an erection.

For the rest of the day, we watched television and chatted. It was surprisingly fun, and I was glad that we'd been able to talk to each other for the day. I felt a new sense of connection with Poppy; it wasn't the sort of connection I'd had in mind before the weekend, but I felt we had become closer as father and daughter. I didn't feel too disappointed that the plan hadn't worked. Soon, the day drew to a close, which would end the weekend. Tomorrow we would welcome back Clara from her parents. I wondered if she would understand why the plan didn't work. I hoped she would, and she should. Clara was a great mom to Poppy, and I knew that she wouldn't put that in jeopardy just to have some more incest fun.

I excused myself to go to my bedroom, leaving Poppy downstairs. I could hear she had changed the television channel to a music channel. I believed she'd be down there for a while, so I didn't bother to close the door properly. I hadn't had an orgasm since the weekend had begun, so I thought now would be the perfect opportunity to get some relief. I dug up Clara and I's stash of porn films. This was a collection featuring professional films and some that Clara and I had made of ourselves. I grabbed my favorite one of Clara and me, and stuck it in the DVD player. I lay back on the bed and relaxed, unzipping my jeans which freed my cock to the cool air. The film on the TV appeared. Clara's pussy filled the television, and the slight sucking sounds of Clara giving me a blowjob resonated from the speakers.

On screen, Clara's hand snaked to her vagina, and latched onto her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I stroked my dick as I watched the video (which we had made over ten years ago), on which I had now moved and had sunk my dick deep into Clara's cunt. On frame was the sight of Clara's face, lost in a world of pleasure, and her boobs, gently swaying with the rocking of my hips. My dick was now fully hard watching our amateur porn film, encased by my swiftly moving hand. Clara made a few whimpering sounds as my thrusting sped up, and her tits wobbled even more. The camera shook as I tried to make sure I captured the beauty and lust of her face and chest.

As I was watching and stroking my cock, I swear I felt the light in the room change. It seemed as if it had got darker. I was confused, by the sounds of Clara's moans brought me back to the film, and I forgot about the light.

"Mmm... yes... oh fuck..." The muffled voices fought with the sound of the bed creaking and the covers rustling. "Ohh... yes... makes my pussy feel so good... uhh... fuck... fuck me..."

My hand was now flying up and down my dick, and I was close. So was Clara on the television.

"OH... YESSS... HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK AAH... YES... GONNA CUM... FUCKING CUMMING... AAAA-"

The television switched off. I ended up staring at a black screen. I was so close too. I began to search for the remote, but as I turned, I saw Poppy standing there, the remote in her hand. My hand instinctively went to cover my exposed dick.

"Poppy... what... wha- what are you doing here?" I stuttered. She didn't respond. Instead, she placed the remote down, before taking off her t-shirt. Now she was standing there naked in front of me, her father. She gracefully stepped over to the side of my bed, and climbed onto it. Before I could do anything, she had either leg on each side of my waist. I tried to speak, but Poppy just kissed me. Her mouth felt sweet, and a searching tongue slipped into my mouth. After what felt like a long time, Poppy broke the kiss. I sensed her hand reaching for my dick, and she grabbed it purposefully. She dragged the head of my dick along her dripping slit, then, with silence, dropped onto my dick; her father's cock.

"Uuuuh." Poppy let out a low, guttural tone. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. We stayed like that for a minute, Poppy savoring the feeling, me, absolutely stunned. My daughter was sitting on my dick. Clara and I had fantasized about this for a few weeks, but now it was actually happening. Poppy made a small noise, which I guessed was for me to start moving inside of her. Unfortunately, the shock of the situation had caused my dick to lose some of its hardness. Luckily, Poppy started to roll her hips on me, and my cock responded. Now, I was fully hard, deep inside of my daughter, who was soon bouncing on me. She hugged me, which made her swinging tits to crush against my chest. I could feel her nipples trying to pierce my skin. Poppy made the small whimpering noises her mom also made, and had the same facial expression as well. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open in an 'o' shape. Her cunt felt the same as her mom's too, soft, velvety and sopping wet. She was also squeezing her cunt muscles to please my thrusting cock; her pussy felt tight, tighter than Clara's.

Poppy was jumping up and down on my iron-like dick. One moment only the head was in her, the next, I was buried in my daughter's cunt. Poppy was making continuous noise, now, spattered with coherent words.

"Ooh... fuck... yes Daddy... aaah... oh fuck... uuh...aah... harder... fuck me Daddy." I had already been close before Poppy had even been in the room, and with the added stimulation of her pussy trapping my cock, I was on the edge. I was just trying to hold on long enough for Poppy to have what she deserved. The rising volume and pitch of her voice told me that she was getting nearer her orgasm.

"OH... AAH... UUH... OH FUCK... YESSS... FUCK ME... DADDY... PLEASE DADDY HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER... SHE NEEDS IT... AAH... OOH... UUH... FUCK YES... I'M GONNA CUM... KEEP FUCKING ME... AAH... GONNA CUM... AAH... CUMMING!" Poppy shook violently, with a loud shriek. I couldn't hold on through my daughter's massive orgasm, and spewed my cum into her cunt. I don't think I ever came that much in my life, coating my daughter's vagina in my seed. Coming down from her orgasm, Poppy slumped onto me, lost in the afterglow. I stroked the skin on her back in silence; the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

We just stayed there for a long time. At one point, Poppy rolled off of me, and hugged me close from the side. It must have been around half an hour later that I broke the silence.

"So?" I looked at her with a smile, letting her know that I didn't regret what we'd done.

"Right. Well..." There was another short period of silence; almost like she didn't know where to start. "So it started a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't help but overhear you and mom at night. She was shouting the 'Daddy' thing, and I tried to ignore it, but I ended up getting turned on by it. At first, it was just hearing you two have sex that turned me on, but then, it evolved into thinking about you because mom would always say about it. My need for you increased over the last two weeks, and then I remembered that mom was visiting her parents for the weekend, so I decided I would try and have sex with you then. I know this sounds weird, you know, 'cause it's incest. However, you didn't seem to have too many objections," I gave a small laugh at this, "I wanted to have you on the first day, but I got nervous, and I couldn't go through with it. I was scared to be near you, because I was so nervous about it. But then today, when I saw you masturbating, I just went for it."

"So you, kind of, planned this? Funny."

"What's funny?"

"Well, your mom and I had planned this too. It first started when I saw you getting out of the shower a couple of weeks ago. I told your mom I found you attractive, which led to our 'Daddy/daughter' role play thing. We didn't know if we wanted this to just be a fantasy or real life, but we kept on with the role play. When your mom said about visiting her parents, she told me that I should have sex with you while she was away."

"So mom was okay with the incest thing?"

"I'll tell you a secret. Even I didn't know it until a fortnight ago. Your mom has sex with her father." Poppy had a stunned expression.

"Grandpa!"

"Yep. I know, right, weird."

"Well, it's no worse than what we just did. Well, no, it's not bad what we did. That was great." Poppy sounded excitable, just like she was when she was a child. I hugged her.

"You are an awesome daughter."

"You're only saying that because I gave you my pussy." We both laughed.

"No, I mean it." We looked at each other intently.

"So what are we going to do when mom gets back?" Poppy asked.

"I don't know, she'll probably ask me how it went, and I think she said she wanted to join in."

"Mom's bi!"

"No, only for you."

"That's 'cause I'm special," She poked her tongue out at me, but then stopped dead, "I have the greatest idea ever."

"Spill it then."

"Only after you fuck me again." She gave a wide smile, a face of joy.

"Ugh, if I have to." I responded with faked reluctance.

Around mid morning the next day, Clara arrived back at the house. She called out.

"How did it go?" There was no answer. "Hello, anyone home." She walked through to the front room, where she saw me sitting on the sofa drinking a cold beer. Poppy was facing away from me, bouncing her pussy up and down my hard dick. Clara and I looked at each other with a smile.

"Oh, good." Clara stripped her clothes off, and walked over.

*****

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