EroticReverie

Michael

The house is dark when I come home, but when I walk in, my daughter is laying on the couch in the family room in the back of the house, the tv making the room glow. I walk over, looking down at her over the back of the couch. 

Laying on her back, a throw blanket laid over her from the waist down, one arm lifted up over her head, the other draped over her stomach, her head turned the tv, eyes closed. Soft slow breaths make her chest rise and fall as she sleeps. My eyes go from the side of her face, so much like her mothers when she was her age. So much like her mothers now. Is this why Tracy's father had been attracted her? Because she reminded him of the woman he fell in love with? Reminded him of his wife the first time he'd ever seen her.  

My eyes drift down, over her upper chest, to the top of her tank top, then to her breasts. My eyes lingering longer than they should . A lot longer. I take them in, ingoring the pulse of arousal that flickers through me, as I wonder if their nipples are the same perfect color. My eyes drift to the blanket. Is she wearing shorts? Pajama pants? just a pair of underwear? Is she wearing nothing at all, with her pussy bare under the blanket? No. She wasnt laying here half naked, I knew that. But it didnt stop my mind from considering it a possibility. 

What did her pussy look like? Was is trimmed? Shaved enitrely? Not shaved at all? How does she taste? How would she feel if I put my growing , throbbing cock inside of her? I exhale, trying to ignore my stiffening dick as I close my eyes and take a breath. My eyes open again and I look back down. I startle as her eyes look up at me. 

"dad?" she says sleepily and stretches out her legs and pushes up onto her elbows and looks around and then back up at me. My eyes taking a glimpse of her perfect tits in that tight tank top as they sit so fucking perfectly on her chest. 

"Go to your bed, it's not good to sleep on the couch." I say and she yawns and falls back and pulls the covers up over her. 

"I was waiting for you." she says and I smile softly. 

"Well I'm home now. You can go to bed." i say and walk around the couch and grab the tv remote. 

"Cmon, up, bed, now." I say as she lets her close and groans.

"but im comfy right here." she says. 

"Be a good girl and listen to your father." I say, and it was supposed to be teasing. Wasnt supposed to have the tone that it did, her eyes open and land on mine. 

She says nothing but sits up and holds the blanket to her, avoiding eye contact and I lift a hand to my face as she stands.

"Wait." I say and I hear her movement stop. I drop my hand and open my eyes. She's standing near the edge of the couch and her back is to me. Pajama pants. Not tiny little shorts or cute little panties, or a bare ass. Much to my inner depraved demons dismay. My inner derpaved demon? Was my fucking wife. I was blaming her for this. For being disappointed that my daughters ass was covered up. 

Nicoles turns and looks at me. 

"Sit." I say and nod to the couch and then take a step over, lowering mysef on the opposite end with a heavy sigh. 

She sits, her back in the corner of the couch , her legs bent and feet on the couch , with the blanket over her as she hugs it up to shoulders. 

"You and mom had a fight." She says. 

I take a deep breath. 

"Not...exactly." I say. 

"I have to ask you a question." I say and close my eyes, rubbing between my brows and then pinching my nose.

"Okay." she says and I keep my eyes closed.

"Is your mother..." I say, thinking about what Tracy had said to me. That I'd love the taste of Nicole. Like she knew what our daughter tasted like. I had to know. Ignorance could only last so long before I had to know. 

"Is your mother having sex with you?" I let the words come out. Wincing. Hoping Im not wrong. Because I would hate the horror that came with asking my daughter if she was having sex with her own mother, if she infact wasnt. 

Silence. she says nothing.

"Nicole." I say and shake my head and drop my head into both hands. 

"Please tell me your mother is not having sex with you." I say and she stays silent. 

I lift my head and look at her, her eyes are watering. She wipes a tear on her cheek. 

"Jesus christ." I exhale and put my hands back to my face and I shake my head. My wife was fucking our daughter. 

"How long?" I ask. Nearly shaking. 

"You should talk to mom" she says, her voice cracking. 

"Im asking YOU." I say and she flinches. 

"Im not..mad...I just...fuck...maybe i am mad...jesus christ, why didnt you tell me? I could have stopped her? I could have put a stop to this!" I say raising my voice and I know I shouldnt, its only making her cry more. And i know its not fair to confront her. Its not her fault. It's my fucking wifes fault. Her parents fault for making my wife the way that she is. 

"I dont know" she cries and I take several breaths. 

"This is....not okay...what she's doing with you, is NOT okay Nicole." I say and look at her. 

"I know that." she sniffles and wipes her cheeks. 

"But it's not...shit" she cries and shakes her head. "Im just like her." 

"What do you mean youre just like her?" i ask. 

She sniffles. "She's made me like her...she makes me...want more...shes been doing it for so long that i-"

"JEsus, HOW long?!" I ask and she flinches and I exhale slowly. 

"How long?" I repeat more calmly. 

"A few years." she says barely audible and I feel myself get dizzy. YEARS? YEARS? 

"Fuck" I curse. Grabbing my hair and dropping my head. "fuck!" I yell and then stand. Nicole looks at me. 

"Go to your room." I say as I pace. 

"She said....she makes you want it too." Nicole says and I stop pacing and I shake my head. 

"She makes me want what?" I ask as I breathe hard, my heart pounding and I dont know what the fuck my life has just turned into. 

"Me." she says and I think my heart stops completely. 

"I would never want that." I say. 

Nicoles eyes drop. Did I...hurt her feelings? What the fuck was happening right now? 

"You're my daughter Nicole. This is all...your mother is....jesus christ." I say as I begin pacing again. 

"She told me you picture me." She says and I stop again, and now im angry. Trracy had no god damn right to put that shit in her head. 

"Nicole, please, go to your room." I say. 

"What if she's right?" Nicole asks, not moving from the couch and I look at her. 

"she's NOT right, about any of it." I say firmly. 

"She makes me picture you too." She says and fuck, fuck, fuck. My dick throbs and it shouldnt. It definitely fucking shouldnt.

"What is she's not wrong?" She whispers. "What if it doesnt have to be wrong?" 

"Go. To your room. Now. " I say, holding back from yelling. I couldnt do this. I couldnt have this conversation, not now, not with her. I shouldnt have even have started this conversation at all. 

"It doesnt hurt anyone." she says. 

"Nicole. Please. Go to your fucking room." I say and look away from her. 

"I know i'm not supposed to like it....but I do." She says. 

"Nicole." I beg. 

"Are you going to make her stop?" She asks. 

I look at her. 

"She HAS to. This isnt right. I wont let you be manipulated like her parents did to her." I say.

"What kind of father would I fucking be if I let her keep doing this?" I ask. 

"Do you really picture me?" she asks. 

I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. My cock hates the hopeful tone of her voice, like she WANTS me to be picturing her when I fuck Tracy. 

"No." I lie. 

When I look at her. Her eyes just look at me, searching for the truth, and my jaw ticks.

"Not because I want to." I say, taking back my lie. 

"It just...happens sometimes. but I KNOW it's wrong, and Id never fucking lay a finger on you. Its your fucking mother, she....god damnit." I growl and I sit back down and put my head in my hands. 

I feel the weight shift on the couch and when I lift my head she's moving over to me, sitting right beside me, her hand on my forearm. 

"what if shes right?" she whispers. My eyes going to Nicoles mouth. 

"Wanting to fuck my daughter will NEVER be right." I say, and her eyes widen, so do mine as I realize I admit it out loud. I wanted to fuck her. God, I wanted to fuck Nicole, and my cock knows it, growing behind my zipper as she stares at me. 

"Maybe it's not right....but maybe it's also not wrong." And now she sounds just like her mother. God, she really got to her. Made her JUST like her. Just like her parents did. 

"Nicole." I say as she lets her hand slip over my forearm. 

"We could...if you want to." She says. 

I  stare at her. 

"We could what?" I ask. 

"See if she's right." Nicole says and I tesne as my daughter leans in and kisses my cheek.

"Do you want me?" she asks, and I swear Im fucking dreaming and this has to be some sick sleep fantasy that my wifes words have conured up, this can not be happening. Her hand is on my leg, one hand on my shoulder as she kisses my cheek again, closer to my ear.

"It might be wrong...but i enjoy it....even if i dont want to...because i think it's wrong....but i cum so hard" she says and I grab her hand on my thigh, holding it tight and I shake my head. 

"Nicole. Stop." I plead softly. 

"I make her cum ....we ..could make each other cum too....i want to make you cum....can I make you cum Daddy?"