Unique Family — Open minded parents have no issues taking their children.. To say that my family was unique would be an understatement.
I was sitting in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine and watching golf on TV. I could hear Debbie, my wife of twenty-four years, moaning her approval from the bedroom. I knew full well that she was getting laid at that moment. I was also fully aware of the fact that she was in the master bedroom with our nineteen year old son, Dylan.
Even though I was still deeply in love with Debbie – and I knew she was still deeply in love me with – and even though we still enjoyed a healthy sex-life with each other, my wife and I had a very open relationship. Over the many years of our being together, we’d both taken advantage of our attitudes regarding sex, to step outside of the marriage and take a lover.
The fact that my wife had taken our son as her latest lover didn’t faze me in the slightest. In truth I felt it was great for Dylan’s confidence, which he’d always been lacking in to begin with. I knew Debbie would be loving, affectionate, and laud him with praise.
Weeks before Debbie took our son to our bed, I had dealt him a bit of a blow to his ego. Dylan had never been a real ladies man. He didn’t date much in high school, and didn’t have a girlfriend even after starting college. In fact, Dylan did seem to have a bit of a crush on one of our daughter’s friends.
Every time Monique had been over at our house for a visit, Dylan would moon over her something fierce. Unfortunately, for him, Monique paid him no interest whatsoever. The truth of the matter was, whenever Tiffany – my daughter – wasn’t around, Monique would flirt with me a great deal. Being a forty-seven year old man, I certainly wasn’t going to stop a cute eighteen year old, with a great body from flirting with me.
I had just taken it all in stride and considered it harmless. Until one night, I was giving Monique a lift home, when she really put the moves on me. I ended up finding a secluded place to park, and ended up fucking my daughter’s eighteen year old friend in the back-seat.
A few days after that, Monique was over at our house again, only this time no one else was there but me. I was fucking this little hottie once again, when Dylan came home unexpectedly and saw us together. I knew it had bummed him out to no end, so I told Debbie about what had happened.
She had told me that she’d known Dylan seemed to be in a bit more somber mood, and now knew why. Debbie added that she might be able to help Dylan get out of this funk, and I knew exactly what she meant.
Even though Debbie was forty-five years old, she was still a very attractive, and sexy lady. She was about five foot six, with a little bit of extra weight on her hips and backside than when we’d first got married. Still, she looked outstanding naked. She had wonderful C-cup tits that hadn’t sagged much over the years, which impressed me no end, since Debbie went braless often. She kept her hair dyed in it’s original brown shade, and wore it long, It would frame her still very beautiful face and highlight her magnetic blue eyes.
So Debbie had taken it upon herself to lift our son’s spirits. Every chance she had, she’d let Dylan get a glimpse of her naked. Eventually the kid’s hormones took over and he couldn’t help but look and want to see more. It may have been his mother, but she was still a naked woman.
Knowing that he was watching her, Debbie got more bold. As she did, our son became more bold himself as Debbie had teased him so much he couldn’t help himself. She told me she caught him whacking off while looking at her, and that was all she needed to get him into our bed.
Since my wife and our son had become lovers, I noticed a bit more spring in Dylan’s step. It had definitely helped his confidence. I was happy that I was able to help his confidence as well, by telling him that I was completely okay with it all. Dylan was totally surprised by that, and expressed a great deal of shock. But I convinced him by telling him that it was a wonderful way for him to deal with his sexual energy. I added that being with his mother was also a more loving environment for him, and he wouldn’t have to worry about getting some girl his own age ‘in trouble’. Still sensing some doubt in him, I also told Dylan that I was getting too old to satisfy his mother’s sexual appetites, so it was good that she found him as an outlet. I further added that it was probably a better experience for him, being with his mother, than it would have been with Monique.
“She’s not as good as she thinks she is,” I had told him with a smile.
“Then why do you keep fucking her?” he asked.
“She’s eighteen,” I shrugged. “I’m forty-seven. You don’t say ‘no’ to that. Ever.”
That made my son laugh.
Both Debbie and I felt it was important for Dylan to know that I was supportive of their new relationship. That way he could fully appreciate the experience, without having to worry about what might happen if ‘dad found out’.
The truth of the matter was that it would have been near impossible for them to have continued this relationship without me finding out about it. Granted, because I knew from the outset, Debbie didn’t feel the need to be too discreet. Still, there was enough care taken to ensure that Tiffany didn’t find out about them. While both Debbie and I were completely open about things, and had drawn Dylan into our little circle of ‘depravity’, there was no need to bring our daughter into things.
So on this Saturday, while Tiffany was out shopping with friends, I sat there watching golf, while my son and wife fucked in my bedroom.
I heard Debbie’s wails of pleasure reach a crescendo, then soften to soft whimpers, and I knew that Dylan has just filled his mother’s pussy with his cum.
A few minutes later, I saw Dylan exit the bedroom and head to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as Debbie exited the bedroom, still fully naked. She had her robe in her hand, but only tossed it onto the couch and sat on it as she reached for a cigarette.
“Do you mind if I have a sip?” she asked with a gesture to my wine glass as she lit her cigarette.
I smiled at her. “Did you have his cock in your mouth?” I asked wryly.
Debbie smiled back at me. “Yes,” she giggled.
“Then you can finish it,” I said as I stood up. “I’ll get myself another.”
“You’re such a dear,” she called after me playfully. “Jesus,” she exhaled heavily after taking a sip. “That kid can fuck like a beast.”
“It certainly sounded like you were enjoying yourself,” I chuckled as I returned to the sofa. “And I know you. You don’t embellish.”
“Well hell,” Debbie smiled as she took another puff of her cigarette. “What’s the point? I want to get off too. If I wail and moan and you guys aren’t doing a good job, that only encourages poor performance.”
“I know,” I smiled. I recalled back to the first time Debbie and I had sex years ago. We were in a forest not far from where we lived. We’d found a clearing and laid out a blanket and got naked. The next few hours were filled with Debbie giving me constant direction of what to do and how to do it, to give her the most pleasure. I was only too happy to follow her lead, because I wanted her to feel as good as I did.
A few hours later, Dylan was off to work, while Debbie was out in the backyard tanning in a bikini.
I was in the kitchen when Tiffany got home. She joined me in the kitchen, and when she saw her mother outside, she glared at me.
“What did I do?” I asked in a resigned tone.
Tiffany looked over her shoulder towards her mother, then back to me. “You fucked Monique?” she asked incredulously, albeit in a low tone.
I winced slightly then smiled. “Oh that,” I replied in a sarcastic tone.
“Jesus dad,” she shook her head.
“Sorry,” I shrugged. “But she’s of age, and she was into it.”
“Yeah I know,” Tiffany almost snorted. “She’s a slut with daddy-issues.”
“This is YOUR friend we’re talking about here?” I asked, somewhat surprised by how my daughter had referred to Monique.
“We’ve been friends for years,” Tiffany sighed. “I like her and all, but god she drives me nuts sometimes.”
“Little things like fucking your father?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Top of the list,” Tiffany replied sarcastically. She glanced over her shoulder at her mother once more. “I mean, I’m used to all the ‘your dad is hot’ stuff,” she sighed. “Not just from Monique but from all my friends.”
“Sorry,” I shrugged.
“Like hell you are,” Tiffany smiled at me. “I know you love the attention. I just can’t believe you’d actually fuck Monique. What if mom finds out?”
“Your mother already knows,” I said matter-of-factly. “Speaking of, how did you find out?”
“She told me,” Tiffany replied flatly as she folded her arms under her breasts.
“Just like that?” I asked. “In between ‘I like these shoes’ and ‘where are we going to eat in the food court?’.”
“My phone died,” Tiffany sighed. “So, while Monique was in a change room, I grabbed hers. And,” she glanced over her shoulder again. “I found that she’s been sending you naked selfies saying how she looks forward to having your cock inside her again,” Tiffany’s voice was almost lowered to a whisper.
I whispered back in a mocking tone. “Your mother already knows!”
“And she’s okay with it?” she asked in an astonished tone.
“Yes,” I shrugged. “In fact, your mother has also taken herself a younger lover lately. And, I’m okay with that.”
Tiffany sighed and shook her head. “You guys are weird.”
“You don’t know the half of it young lady,” I chuckled.
“Believe me dad,” Tiffany chided me as she headed to her room. “I’m getting an education.”
Debbie leaned down and kissed me passionately after riding me to a thunderous orgasm. We our lips parted, my phone buzzed. She giggled at looked down at me.
“Another nude selfie from little Monique?” she asked with a smile as she crawled off of me and lay down next to me.
“Oh probably,” I sighed. “By the way. Tiffany knows.”
“Oh god,” Debbie chuckled as she nestled up next to me and pulled the covers over our bodies. “How did that go over?”
“Not as bad as you’d think,” I said as I put an arm around Debbie’s shoulder. “I told her you already knew, so all was good. The upside is our daughter thinks we’re weird.”
“Well let’s see,” Debbie giggled. “I got laid twice today. First by my son, and then by my husband. You’re getting naked selfies from our daughter’s eighteen year old friend. I don’t think ‘weird’ even comes close to it.”
Two weeks later Debbie and I attended our daughter’s high school graduation ceremony.
When I gave Tiffany a congratulatory hug afterwards I noticed something. “What’s going on here?”
Tiffany bit her lower lip and smiled at me. She leaned and whispered into my ear: “I’m naked underneath my robe.”
“Excuse me?” I asked quietly.
“Monique dared me,” Tiffany shrugged. “She’s doing the same thing.”
“By the way,” Tiffany whispered to me. “Girl’s washroom on the second floor. Monique will be there in ten minutes.”
I smiled at my daughter and shook my head. “And you say I’m weird.”
Fifteen minutes later Monique was bent over a toilet in a stall of the girl’s washroom on the second floor. I was behind her guiding my cock in and out of her inviting pussy.
Monique was indeed naked under her graduation robe. She now had it rolled up over her back, still wearing her high heels, as I fucked her. There was something so perverse about this that I was turned on no end. Even though I’d told Dylan Monique wasn’t as good as she thought, that was a lie. This girl WAS good. And a dirty little minx at that.
“My daddy won’t fuck me,” she whimpered at me as she glanced over her shoulder at me, with her best doe-eyed look on her face. “Thank you so much for fucking me Mr. Boyd, sir.”
That had become Monique’s thing over the past week. Keep calling me ‘Mr. Boyd’, and adding ‘sir’. I had to admit it to myself, it did turn me on.
I gripped Monique’s taut ass cheeks and guided my cock deeper into her. I had a brief moment of wonder as I sensed something, but was too focused on the moment to linger on it. I glanced down at Monique’s sexy legs and ass, as she whimpered her approval of my motion.
I picked up my pace as I felt myself getting closer. Monique continued to whimper her approval and beg me to cum for her one more time.
I grunted loudly and gripped her hips tightly as a I blew my load into her tight pussy.
Monique thanked me as she rocked herself back and forth against me slowly. Then she let my cock slip out of her pussy. She turned and gave me a big kiss. “I am going to miss you so much when I’m away in Europe.” She leaned in and gave me a warm kiss.
“If it wasn’t for international data rates,” I smiled back at her after our lips parted. “I’d expect a selfie a day of all the depravity you’ll be getting into over there,” I stopped a bit short as I finished that sentence. That’s when it hit me. I could smell cigarette smoke in the air. “Holy shit,” I whispered. “Somebody else is in here.”
Monique’s eyes bugged out of her skull, as I pulled away from her embrace. I took a peek through the gap between the stall door and the frame. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
“Oh for Christ’s sakes,” I said as I shook my head and began to do my pants up.
“What is it,” Monique said still in a whisper.
“Someone who think I’m weird,” I said with another shake of my head as I opened the stall door and saw Tiffany sitting on one of the sinks, smoking a cigarette.
“Hi,” Tiffany giggled with a wave of her hand. “Was it good?”
“Oh shit Tiff,” Monique laughed. “What are you doing here?”
“Keeping watch,” Tiffany said as she took another puff of her smoke. “Didn’t want you two to be interrupted on your goodbye fuck.”
“That’s my daughter over there,” I said to Monique with a smile.
“Look at the bright side dad,” Tiffany said as she hopped off the sink and headed to another stall to toss her cigarette. “It could have been Monique keeping watch while her dad fucked me in the stall.”
“Like that would ever happen,” Monique laughed. “My dad is a prude.”
“Lucky for you my dad isn’t a prude,” Tiffany said with a smile as she stood in front of us again.
“It is,” Monique said as she leaned against me and beamed a big smile up at me.
“You should go and get changed,” Tiffany said to Monique. “I’ll give you a few minutes before I come down. Your folks are probably waiting for you.”
“True enough,” Monique nodded towards my daughter. “Mr. Boyd?” she smiled at me. “Always a pleasure.”
“Likewise young lady,” I replied with a smile. We shared a brief kiss before Monique bounced out of the washroom and headed downstairs to get changed.
I glanced back towards Tiffany and saw her smiling as she held out a cigarette for me.
“I take it you could use one,” she giggled.
I took the cigarette from her hand and let her light it for me. “What?” I said as I exhaled. “As an after-sex smoke? Or an ‘after your daughter catches you having sex’ smoke?”
“Either or,” Tiffany said with a shrug.
“By the way,” I said after I took another slow drag of my cigarette and exhaled. “When did you start smoking?”
“Two years ago dad,” Tiffany replied matter-of-factly. “But I figured you couldn’t bitch me out about it, after fucking my friend in a toilet stall at our high school.”
“Well,” I said with a smile. “I still could. But that’s not my style.”
I had finished my smoke then exited the girls washroom and slowly walked down the hall with Tiffany.
“So,” she asked slowly. “What are you going to do with yourself now that Monique is going to be in Europe for two months?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Since when is your father’s sex-life of so much concern to you?”
“Oh,” she replied in a bit of a mocking tone. “That would probably be around the time your sex-life involved one of my eighteen year old school-mates,” she giggled as she finished.
“Point taken,” I nodded. “But in my defense, she was the one who initiated it.”
“Doesn’t mean you had to say yes,” Tiffany giggled.
“Right back at ya,” I motioned at her to let her know I was referring to her lack of clothes under her graduation robes.
She just groaned and rolled her eyes.
I waited in the hall while Tiffany ducked into the girls’ locker room to get dressed. She emerged in five minutes and I walked with her to return the robes then we headed outside to hook back up with Debbie and Dylan to head home.
“By the way,” Tiffany whispered to me as we were approaching Debbie and Dylan. “Have you noticed that Dylan seems to be in a better mood lately? Do you think he’s finally getting some action?”
I forced myself not to smile too much, since I was well aware that Dylan was getting some action. And with whom this action was. “It seems likely,” I finally said. “He’s been a bit cagey, but I think he might be hooking up with someone from the restaurant that he works at.”
“Ugh,” Tiffany almost snorted. “Well hopefully it’s one of the cute servers, and not those beasts that he works alongside with in the kitchen.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “As long as he’s getting laid, does it matter who it’s with?”
“No,” she replied with a shrug. “I guess not.”
I made a mental note to remember this moment should Tiffany every find out who Dylan was having sex with.
Two weeks later, it seemed as though Tiffany did find out.
It was Saturday morning. I was in the kitchen having coffee. Dylan was off at work, while Debbie was downstairs doing laundry.
Tiffany showed up in the kitchen in her bathrobe, and looked a bit uncomfortable.
“Daddy?” she said in a cautious tone. “I think we need to talk.”
“About what?” I asked, completely unaware of what she had on her mind.
“Remember you said that you thought Dylan was hooking up with a girl from work, but you said he was cagey about it?” she asked in a quiet tone.
“Yes,” I replied, not liking where I thought this might be going.
“Well I think I know why he was cagey with you,” Tiffany lowered her voice to a near-whisper.
I tried not to let my expression betray the fact that I knew where this was going, but a part of me hoped that Tiffany would be way off the mark.
“I think Dylan and mom are fucking,” she said earnestly, but her voice was now a mere whisper.
I faked a shocked reaction. “What?” I asked in disbelief.
Tiffany glanced over her shoulder, clearly worried that her mother might arrive at any moment then she fixed her gaze on me. “My brother, your son – Dylan, is fucking my mother, your wife,” she stated emphatically.
“How do you know?” I asked in a hushed tone of my own. Despite the fact that I knew – that we, Debbie and I – knew it might come out, and were prepared to deal with the consequences, I was still sort of dreading this moment.
“On Thursday I came home early and saw them together,” she answered in a firm whisper.
I sighed. There was clearly no way of denying it, or pretending Tiffany had misread the situation. If she’d seem them together, it’s not like it could be explained away.
I slowly stood from the table where I’d been seated and moved past my daughter to the basement stairs. Tiffany looked at me with her brow furrowed up, as I called downstairs to my wife. “Deb? You almost done down there?”
“Why?” came the reply.
“Something’s come up,” I said in a resigned tone.
There was a brief pause before Debbie spoke again. “I’ll be up in two minutes.”
“One would be better,” I called back.
I glanced back to Tiffany who stood there glaring at me with her arms folded in front of her and her head cocked to one side. “Jesus,” she exhaled heavily. “You knew didn’t you?”
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Is this why mom was okay with you fucking Monique on the side?” Tiffany asked in astonishment.
“No,” I replied calmly as I moved back to the kitchen table and took my seat again. “Actually Monique and I pre-date your mother and Dylan.”
Tiffany just shook her head in disbelief.
Just then Debbie appeared at the top of the basement stairs. “So what’s up?”
Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Oh your daughter has something she wants to tell you,” I said, feeling a smile come across my lips. The whole situation was just so unbelievable, I had to see the humor in it, or my head would explode.
“Uh oh,” Debbie said. “That sounds foreboding.”
“Oh it is,” I said matter-of-factly.
“I can’t believe you two are being so cavalier about this,” Tiffany said in a tone that sounded like she was scolding us both.
“Don’t you even want to tell your mother what you think she’s being cavalier about,” I asked in a playful tone. I couldn’t believe I was trying to have fun with the situation, a situation I had actual dreaded coming to pass. Now that it had, I was surprisingly able to let it slide off my back.
“Is is the fact that she knows about her brother and I being lovers?” Debbie asked in an equally playful tone. She was apparently letting it slide off her back too.
“How did you know I knew?” Tiffany asked with her brow furrowed up.
Debbie chuckled. “You clearly don’t realize how loud you gasped when you saw us.”
Tiffany stood there stunned.
“Actually,” I piped in, a bit confused myself. “If you knew she knew,” I added. “Why didn’t you talk to her about it, instead of letting in linger like this?” Part of me was actually a bit miffed at Debbie about this.
“I thought about it,” Debbie replied in a straight tone. “But I wanted to see how she’d react.”
“What difference did that make?” I asked, still a bit miffed. “You let Tiff stew for two days about it. That’s not fair.” I glanced over at Tiffany and saw her lips curl into a bit of a smile. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken that as a sign that my daughter appreciated me sticking up for her. Since this situation was as far outside normal as it could get, a part of me wondered if they were both putting me on for kicks.
Turns out my initial thought was accurate.
“Actually honey,” Debbie sighed. “It was a little shitty of me, and I’m sorry for that. But, I’m happy to find out you just went to your father about it. And the fact you’re not freaking out.”
“Oh believe me,” Tiffany quickly rejoined. “I wanted to freak out. But after I confronted dad about fucking Monique and found out that you KNEW about that, I realized I have a very weird family,” she sighed. “Besides, it’s good to know that my older brother isn’t a virgin anymore. Even if it was his mom who took his cherry.”
“Wait,” Debbie said. “Dylan was a virgin?”
“Duh,” Tiffany mocked her mother as she took a seat at the table and pulled a pack of smokes from her pocket.
“Oh my,” Debbie chuckled. “I thought he was just lacking in experience. I didn’t realize he was devoid of it completely.”
“Well congrats mom,” Tiffany said with a wry smile. “You took your son’s virginity.”
“That’ll definitely boost his confidence,” I chimed in. “Lord knows after our first time together,” I said to Debbie. “I was much more confident.”
“Oh wonderful,” Tiffany deadpanned as she exhaled heavily. “My mother,” she gestured towards Debbie. “Has taken the virginity of two generations of the same family. AND,” Tiffany really stressed this for emphasis. “It just happens to be her own family.”
Debbie’s cheeks reddened a bit as she and I shared a knowing glance. “Guilty as charged,” she finally said with a shrug. “So,” she carefully asked. “You’re okay? You’re not upset?”
“I guess I should be,” Tiffany said with a shrug. She took a puff of her cigarette and then sat back in her chair. “But, no,” she added. “I’m not.”
“Okay,” Debbie said with a smile. “I do apologize again for not talking to you about it, knowing that you’d seen us together.”
“I appreciate that mom,” Tiffany smiled warmly at her.
I stood up to refill my coffee cup. “Well, okay then,” I said. “We’re weird,” I gestured to Debbie. “And our daughter accepts it,” I glanced back at Tiffany as she butted her cigarette out. “You’re not going to torment your brother about this are you?”
“No,” Tiffany answered defensively. “Of course not.”
“Okay,” I held up a hand in deference. “I’m not saying you would, but I just wanted to check. You can have a vicious streak.”
“Thanks daddy,” Tiffany said in a mocking tone. She used her legs to pull the chair I’d been sitting on closer to it, and put her legs up on it.
“Well if everything is okay,” Debbie interjected. “I’m going to get back to laundry. I live for that shit.”
I chuckled as Debbie left the kitchen and headed back downstairs. I glanced over at Tiffany who had her head turned to the side looking out the window. I realized the way she had her legs position on the chair, that I had a pretty good look up her robe, and could tell she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe. I forced myself to look away.
Tiffany sighed heavily as I stood there sipping my coffee.
“You sure you’re okay with all of this?” I asked in a reassuring voice.
“Yeah,” she sighed again as she turned to face me. “I mean it’s surreal and all, but,” she reached for her cigarette pack and held it out to me. “You want one?”
“Thank you,” I said with a smile as I took a cigarette from the pack and lit it. “But what?” I asked.
“But,” Tiffany pursed her lips for a moment. “If I could see my mother fucking my brother, and all I did was gasp? I guess I am okay with it.”
“And just accept that your family is weird?” I asked with a chuckle, still forcing myself not to try and look up my daughter’s robe.
“Exactly,” Tiffany said with a giggle as she finally stood up. She moved to the counter to get herself a cup of coffee.
I sighed quietly, thankful that her movement meant I didn’t have to avert my gaze anymore. I pulled the chair I’d been sitting in back to its original position and sat down again. “Although,” I finally added. “You have to be careful. You have the same blood, so you can be just as weird. As evidence, I point out you wearing nothing under your graduation robes a few weeks ago.”
Tiffany laughed. “I guess you have me there,” she said as she moved back to her seat. She ran her hand over my shoulder softly as she passed me. “Although I thought you’d bring up me being the washroom while you were fucking Monique.”
“That could definitely be described as weird,” I said with a nod. “You weren’t just there to ‘keep watch’ were you?” I playfully chided her.
“Oh hell no,” Tiffany smiled at me knowingly. “I got myself off.”
That caught me off guard. I was intimating that I thought Tiffany had been there to sneak a cigarette while on school grounds. And, ostensibly to give cover so that Monique could reappear outside well before I did.
I did not know that my daughter was getting herself off while I fucked her friend in the toilet stall.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I went for a bike ride, then came home and watched golf and some baseball on TV with a few drinks.
Debbie and Tiffany had been in the backyard tanning in their bikinis. Although Tiffany joined me in the living room not long after I’d gotten home. She sat in the chair opposite the sofa still in her bikini. I found it a bit odd, since Tiffany had never expressed much interest in golf nor baseball.
When I asked her why she was hanging out at home on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and wasn’t out with her friends, or her boyfriend, Tiffany explained why.
“Just letting things sink in,” she sighed. “Besides most of my friends are working their summer jobs and stuff.” The summer jobs most of Tiffany’s friends had were in sales, or manning counters that required working on weekends. My daughter showed some mettle and got herself a job – albeit part-time – as a file-clerk at a law firm. Hence her weekends were free. “And the boyfriend?” she continued, and raised her eyebrows at me. “That’s over and done with.”
“When did that happen?” I asked completely taken by surprise.
“Sort of after prom,” Tiffany sighed. “I kind of made it official at the graduation ceremony, but he still held out hope,” she twirled her hair as if she was describing the weather to me. “It became final on Thursday.”
I darted my eyes a bit as I processed what my daughter was telling me. “Wait a sec,” I said hesitantly. “Yeah, I remember you said the two of you were hooking up for the afternoon.”
“I said we ‘may’ have plans for the afternoon ,” Tiffany added with a giggle.
I closed my eyes when it all sank it. “That’s why you were home early,” I said in near whisper.
“Bingo,” she replied with a smile.
Thursday had been the day that Tiffany saw her mother and brother having sex.
“I don’t know what to say, honey,” I sighed as I processed everything.
“Oh it’s fine,” Tiffany said with a wave of her hand as she stood up. “The thing with the ex,” she sighed. “Like I said it was coming since prom. Everything else?” she chuckled. “I’m dealing with.”
“That’s good,” I smiled at her. “I know it’s a lot to deal with and I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s fine daddy,” she chuckled. “Besides finding out first that you were fucking Monique probably help me prepare for the ‘later unveiling’,” she stood in front of me and made air-quotes with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh you’re just going to love throwing that one in my face for all time aren’t you?” I said wryly.
“That’s the plan,” Tiffany chuckled. “But it won’t stop me from asking if you’d like another beer.”
“Oh,” I was bit surprised at how quickly she was able to shift gears like that. “Actually,” I paused as I glanced at the TV to watch an attempted putt lip almost lip our of the hole, but then drop. “Mine never do that,” I sighed.
“Actually?” Tiffany stood over me with her hands on her hips.
“Sorry,” I smiled up at her. “I was going to switch to wine.”
“Great idea dad,” she said as she held out her hand for my empty beer can. “Do you mind if I have a glass with you?”
“Oh sure,” I nodded.
Tiffany thanked me and turned to head to the kitchen.
As she did, I couldn’t help but look as she swiveled her hips as she walked. To say nothing of the fact that her bikini bottoms were wedged up the crack of her backside, giving me a pretty unimpeded view of her round butt cheeks.
I felt myself staring but couldn’t help it. My daughter had a great ass.
Later that evening Dylan came home, exhausted after a double-shift at the restaurant. He informed Debbie he’d already eaten, so she sent him off to shower off the day and told him she’d join him shortly.
I turned off the TV and stood up with my glass of wine.
“You heading to bed already?” Debbie asked me with a smile.
“Well, I think your card is filled for tonight,” I chuckled. “Besides, I’m a bit tired. So, I’m just going to crawl into bed and fire up the laptop for a bit.”
“Okay, babe,” Debbie leaned in and gave me a kiss. “If you’re asleep when we’re done, I’ll try not to wake you when I crawl into bed. IF I crawl into bed,” she shrugged. “I may crash with Dylan tonight.”
“That’s fine,” I gave her another kiss and smiled at her.
I made my way to the bedroom and stripped down, then crawled under the sheets and flipped open my laptop.
Debbie had gone to the bathroom to join Dylan. A few moments after the door closed behind her, I heard the shower stop and the tub begin to fill.
I just sat there in bed. Sipping on wine and checking out a few sports sites. I lit myself a cigarette and for an instant the situation hit me: My wife was in the bathroom with our teenaged son, and I was surfing sports sites like it was no big deal.
But the situation was quickly dismissed. It wasn’t a big deal to me.
I glanced at my wine glass and saw that it was half-way done. I realized I wasn’t quite as tired as I thought, so I wondered if I should get a refill. I mentally dismissed it and went back to checking things out online.
Just then Tiffany rushed into the room and jumped onto the bed.
“Hi daddy,” she giggled as she settled next to me.
“By all means come in,” I said sarcastically, although with a smile on my face.
“Hey your door was open,” she turned onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow.
“True enough,” I replied as I shifted my gaze away from my daughter and back to the laptop screen.
Tiffany was dressed only in a skimpy night-shirt. It clung against her body tightly and accentuated her well-developed tits quite nicely, as well as being strained against her well-rounded hips. Tiffany had also recently began wearing an ankle bracelet and I don’t know why but those things were always hugely erotic to me.
I took a sip of my wine, and took a deep breath before swallowing. “So what’s up?” I asked without averting my gaze from the screen.
“Mom and Dylan are doing it in the tub,” she replied with a smile.
“Shocking,” I said sarcastically. Then a thought dawned on me. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“Oh yeah,” she replied with a wave of her hand as she half-turned and reached for Debbie’s cigarette pack on the nightstand on that side of the bed. “Don’t worry about me,” she said with a knowing gaze. She paused as she was about to light herself a cigarette. “Do you want one?”
“Just had one,” I smiled. “If you have any issues Tiffany,” I told her. “Please feel free to share them.”
“Not issues,” she replied as she exhaled and ran her other hand through her blonde hair.
“What then?” I was sensing something was up.
“Well,” Tiffany lay back on the bed and took another drag from her cigarette. “I was just thinking.”
Tiffany gave me a furtive glance and smile. She took another puff of her cigarette. “Well,” she started slowly as she began to twirl her hair through her free hand. “If Dylan gets to fuck mom, does that mean I get to fuck you?”
I just stared at my daughter in disbelief. I have no idea how long I sat there in total bewilderment, but I know I eventually snapped back to reality when it hit me that I needed a drink. I turned to the nightstand and almost downed the remnants of my wine glass.
“Pardon me?” I asked as coolly as I could muster.
“It’s a straightforward question,” Tiffany replied as she sat up.
I sighed and closed my laptop. “Yeah,” I chided her a bit. “A straightforward question to an incredibly unique situation.”
“I’ll give ya that,” Tiffany chuckled. “Want me to get you a refill?” she gestured her head towards my glass.
“I think I could use something stronger,” I sighed.
She giggled as she butted her smoke out and reached across me for my glass. “I understand,” she whispered right in front of my face. “I’ll be back.”
I watched as my daughter slowly walked out of the bedroom. She swiveled her hips so that with each step she took, her tiny night shirt seemed like it would snap up and reveal her ass.
I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my gray, and thinning hair. I had always found my daughter attractive. In fact, the first time I stepped out of my marriage – Debbie had done so before I did – was years ago when Tiffany began to fill out a bit.
I had gone for a bike ride and met this eighteen or nineteen year old cutie on the beach. She had blonde hair like my daughter, and the kind of body Tiffany was filling out to. As well, this hottie was wearing an ankle bracelet. I remember fucking her relentlessly, but I don’t remember her name. Honestly at the time I was thinking about my daughter.
Now years later my daughter, who’d just asked if we could start fucking, was about to return to my bedroom with another drink for me. Meanwhile I could hear my wife’s moans of pleasure from the bathroom getting louder.
Tiffany returned a moment later with two glasses in her hands. One was a wine glass, and the other contained what I believed to be a vodka-tonic. She smiled at me and made her way back to the bed and eased herself down.
I accepted my glass from her and watched for a moment as she took a sip of wine. I took a sip of my drink, and was impressed that she had mixed it well. “So,” I said as I cleared my throat. “What was the question again?”
Tiffany laughed. “Smartass,” she chided me. “You know what it was.”
I nodded. “Uh huh,” I said. “And you’re serious?”
“Hell yes,” she stressed. “Like, do you not get it?”
“Get what?” I asked.
“You’re the ‘hot dad’ out of my group of friends,” Tiffany sighed and then took a sip of wine. “All my friends were constantly going on about it: ‘He’s in great shape! He’s gorgeous! I bet he has a great cock!’, shit,” she sighed.
I was about to say something but Tiffany fixated her eyes on me and continued. “I played the part,” she said matter-of-factly. “I kept telling them to knock it off, but the truth of the matter was I thinking the same things!”
I leaned back against the headboard and took a sip of my drink. “Really,” I said after exhaling heavily.
“Oh hell yeah,” Tiffany kept her gaze fixated on me. “I always dreamed of having you fuck me. I just didn’t know how to ask. I was scared to death you’d smack the shit outta me for asking.
“But,” she continued as she leaned in and put her hand on my arm. “After you started fucking Monique,” she paused as seemed to be searching for the right words. “It was like I got,” she paused again.
“To fuck me my proxy,” I added with a warm smile on my face.
“Yeah,” Tiffany nodded and smiled. “And maybe believe that you were doing her and thinking of me,” she added as she squeezed my arm. “But oh my god,” she continued. “Getting the play-by-play of your sessions with her from Monique?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s why you were in the washroom when she and I were together,” I said with realization.
“Oh hell yeah,” Tiffany nuzzled up against me. “I was wishing it was me in that stall with you.”
“And when you found out about your mother and Dylan?” I asked, already knowing what to expect as a response.
She looked up at me with the same mesmerizing blue eyes as her mother’s. “I thought I could use that. Either piss you off, and suggest we fuck to get back at them, or,” she paused and shook her head. “I don’t know, daddy. I just know I want to fuck you so bad.”
I smiled at my daughter and kissed her on the forehead. “Well,” I sighed. “I’d be lying if I said the feeling wasn’t mutual.”
“Really?” she beamed a huge smile up at me. “Oh daddy,” she leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped her.
“But,” I said as I saw a look of disappointment cross her face. “Even though what’s going on, is what’s going on,” I explained. “We should still check with your mother and brother first.”
“Okay,” Tiffany immediately sprang from the bed and scurried out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom.
Without knocking she just opened the door and I could see my wife and son going at it doggy-style in the tub.
“What the hell, Tiff?” Debbie chuckled in between moans of pleasure. “Oh shit, Dylan,” she quickly hissed. “Don’t stop!” she implored him.
“Mom,” I heard Tiffany ask. “Since you and Dylan are having fun in here, do you mind if I fuck daddy?”
“Oh hell,” Debbie moaned loudly. “Yes, go for it!”
I shook my head. This wasn’t unlike a few months earlier when Tiffany wanted to get her belly-button pierced. I had said ‘ask your mother’, and Debbie had no problem with it.
Except this situation was much different.
“Thanks mom!” Tiffany exclaimed, much as she had when she got the okay for the belly-button ring. “Enjoy yourselves,” she added slyly as she closed the door.
Tiffany came back into the bedroom with a huge smile on her face. “We’re cleared,” she said as she placed her glass down on the nightstand. Then she pulled her nightshirt up over her head and stood there totally naked.
I exhaled heavily. My daughter looked outstanding naked.
“Now,” she said as she bit her lower lip. “Before we fuck,” she reached down and pulled the sheets off of me then straightened up and smiled as she took in the view of my already erect cock.
“Yes?” I asked.
Tiffany eased onto the bed on her hands and knees. “Monique told me you were an absolute fucking wizard when it comes to eating pussy.”
She crawled over and straddled herself over my face. Then my daughter lowered her pussy to my mouth. We both moaned loudly as contact was made.
Tiffany ground her hips down into me as I began to work my tongue over her tight, moist pussy.
I reached my hands up and gripped her thighs as I slowly worked my tongue over her soft shaved pussy. I went up and down her lips before sliding my tongue in between them.
“Oh fuck yes,” Tiffany moaned seductively. “That’s it daddy.”
My cock twitched, but I stayed focused on what I was doing. I continued to work my tongue over and in my daughter’s pussy. She tasted wonderful! I found myself eager to taste her cum as well, so I immediately went to work on her clit with my tongue.
“Oh yes!” she hissed her approval.
I slowly circled around her clit with my tongue, and gave it the occasional lick. Then as Tiffany continued to moaned her approval, I pulled her clit into my mouth and began to suck on it, giving it the occasional flick of my tongue.
“Oh god!” Tiffany shrieked. “Daddy! You’re going to make me cum!”
That’s what I wanted to hear. I gripped her legs tighter and held her against me. She dug her hands into my head as she rocked herself against me.
Then Tiffany, my eighteen year old daughter, spurted her slick cum over me.
Her breath was short as she urged me on. I moaned loudly as I let her clit out of my mouth for a moment and lapped up some of my daughter’s sweet tasting cum. Then, I went back to sucking on her clit.
Tiffany came again, and again, and again. Each time, I stopped working on her clit to lick it up.
“Oh shit!” she hissed as she finally rolled off of my face after cumming who knows how many times.
She lay there for a moment, and then sprang up onto her hands and knees. Tiffany then took my cock into her mouth.
I almost told her to stop, since my cock had been twitching so much as I ate her, I was afraid I might cum right then and there. But I managed to hold it back.
Then I was a bit surprised when Tiffany released my cock from her mouth.
“I mean fuck it, right?” she giggled as she straightened up. “You’re already hard. I just wanted to be able to say I had my dad’s cock in my mouth.”
I chuckled at that myself, and watched as Tiffany straddled me and held my cock outside her pussy.
She looked down at me with an alluring gaze. “Just one more before we fuck, okay?”
I had no idea what she was referring to so I just nodded.
Tiffany lowered herself a bit, then pressed my cock against her clit. “Oh yes,” she groaned. “One more daddy!”
In essence she had me fucking her clit. This was something new for me. Even Monique hadn’t sprung this one on me. But I found it totally erotic. Perhaps moreso because it was my daughter I was doing it to.
Tiffany moaned and moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth, holding my cock against her clit. “Oh shit yes!” she wailed.
I felt my daughter’s cum spurt out of her pussy again and ooze down my cock and coat my balls.
“Oh my god,” I exhaled heavily.
Tiffany grinned down at me mischievously. “Wait until you get inside me daddy,” she purred. She shifted her position slightly, then guided my cock up inside her pussy.
We both moaned loudly as I entered her. Tiffany’s pussy was incredibly tight and very wet. I loved how it felt.
I arched my back up to meet her downward motion as she rocked herself over me.
“Oh daddy yes!” she moaned. “That’s it!”
I knew I was hitting her g-spot. That was my intention. I was rewarded by feeling my daughter cum all over my cock while I was inside her pussy.
Tiffany leaned over and kissed me deeply. “Thank you SO much daddy,” she panted as she continued to ride me.
“Thank you baby,” I breathed back as I placed a hand to her face.
She kept riding me, and kept cumming all over my cock when I finally couldn’t hold it any more.
“I’m gonna cum baby,” I groaned.
“I know daddy,” Tiffany beamed a smile at me. “I can feel it. Cum inside me!”
“Oh yes daddy!” Tiffany moaned loudly.
I grunted and groaned, and gripped her hips tightly as I forced myself up into her pussy and drained every last ounce of cum I had to offer inside of her.
Tiffany collapsed on top of me breathing heavily and I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace.
After a few moments she raised her head and smiled warmly at me. “Thank you daddy,” she whispered. And then she leaned in and kissed me deeply.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Tiffany was asleep. She was nestled up against me with her head on my chest, and my arm around her.
I was still awake finishing off a cigarette and polishing off my drink.
Then I saw Debbie peek into our room. She smiled at me and blew me kiss.
Tiffany and I continued having sex throughout the summer, just as Debbie and Dylan continued their torrid affair.
By the time summer drew to a close, Monique had returned from her trip to Europe and expressed delight that Tiffany and I were engaged in a sexual relationship, but also disappointment that she would no longer get to fuck me.
I was surprised at my daughter’s openness when she told Monique that she had no problem if she fucked me.
“Just as long as you don’t tire him out too much,” Tiffany had told her friend slyly. “Mom and I have the same arrangement.”
As Tiffany and Monique began university together, and Dylan returned to college, Debbie and I took stock of the whole situation.
We knew both of our kids were smart enough not to blab to all their friends about what was going on at home with their parents.
Debbie did express some concern about Monique knowing, adding that her younger lover from up the street had no clue about Debbie and Dylan’s relationship.
I didn’t dismiss Debbie’s concerns right away, but told her that I thought Monique was okay, given the fact that Tiffany knew about me fucking her friend before I started having sex with my daughter.
“Shit,” I chuckled to myself as Debbie and I lay in bed together. “Does that even make sense?”
Debbie laughed then leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Given our history,” she chuckled. “Yes. It makes perfect sense.”
“You don’t think we’re fucking them up a bit though?” I asked with my brow furrowed.
“No,” Debbie said confidently. “Dylan is much more confident. More confident than I’ve ever known him to be,” she continued as she moved her naked body as close to me as she could under the sheets. “And Tiffany?” Debbie chuckled. “You couldn’t fuck her up if you tried. Besides,” she continued as she leaned her head on my shoulder. “We both had sex with our folks. And we turned out okay.”
I grinned down at her. “Okay being a relative term,” I said wryly. “Pun intended.”
Debbie laughed then leaned in to kiss me again. “Point taken,” she giggled. “But I think they’ll both be fine.”
Debbie’s prediction seemed to be on point. Even though we both still had sex with our kids throughout their school year the two of them seemed to be handling it well enough.
Tiffany had a boyfriend, and Dylan was even going out on dates.
The only issue that was of any concern was that Dylan’s grades in college weren’t what we were hoping for.
So the decision was made to let him transfer after his next semester and go to a trade school.
I wasn’t overly thrilled with the fact that Dylan was looking at a future of being a blue-collar worker, but had to accept that he just wasn’t as good at academics as I would have hoped.
Tiffany was another story all together. She’d made the Dean’s List her for Academic Achievement in her first year. I couldn’t have been prouder of her.
Hell, I had to admit I was even proud of Monique. She wasn’t in the same courses as Tiffany but she was also doing incredibly well. And she had herself a boyfriend just as Tiffany did.
Yet both of them would invariably want to have sex with me from time to time.
Two years later, Dylan had completed his trade school course and got himself a decent enough paying job.
So he finally moved out of the family home and got himself a place of his own. I helped with the move, and when he was settled into his new place I left and went home alone. Debbie stayed behind to help him christen his new place.
Tiffany had been excelling at university, and was in a relationship with a nice enough boy that I approved of.
He was a sharp enough kid, and seemed to appreciate being in a relationship with my beautiful, intelligent daughter.
I had to admit it to myself but I did feel a bit guilty every time Tiffany and I would have another raucous sex session.
But my daughter gave me a sly grin one night. “C’mon dad,” she purred to me one night. “It’s just sex.”
Two years after that Dylan, Debbie and I attended the university graduation ceremony for Tiffany. And Monique.
While Dylan did have a girlfriend at the time she was unable to attend the ceremony. So it came as no surprise to me that Debbie had her hand on Dylan’s leg, occasionally reaching to his crotch, throughout the entire ceremony.
Even though he had a girlfriend, and was approaching twenty-four years old, Dylan still made the call once or twice a month to ask if his mother could join him for the night.
As for myself and my daughter we were having less sex than they were. Tiffany had been with the same boy throughout most of her university years and seemed intent on making that relationship work. Even though, she still came to my bed from time to time.
Both my daughter, and Monique, were doing the same thing that they had when they graduated from high school; They were both naked under their robes.
And, as had happened four years earlier I ended up in a bathroom stall with Monique, fucking her from behind while my daughter sat on the sink. Smoking and watching.
After I blew a load of my cum into Monique’s inviting pussy I glanced over my shoulder and saw Tiffany sitting on the sink with her finger darting over her clit.
“I’m gonna wreck you tonight,” Tiffany grinned at me.
After graduation Tiffany and her boyfriend both got jobs at the same law-firm in a different town. They got a place together and seemed to be happy, both professionally and with each other.
A year later, we got the news: Tiffany and her boyfriend were going to get married.
They decided to have the ceremony in our town, since it was where they were both from.
The night before, Tiffany appeared at the door of the master-bedroom. She as totally naked. “Mom?” she said with a snap of her fingers. “Go. Fuck Dylan or something,” she chuckled.
“Well,” Debbie laughed as she tossed the sheets aside and got out of the bed. “I guess I’ve been told.”
“Really?” I asked in what was a fake-admonished tone.
“Hey,” Debbie said as she stood up. “She’s got the ‘bride card’. What she wants, she gets,” Debbie moved to the door and I saw my wife and daughter share an embrace while they were both naked.
“Thanks mom,” Tiffany smiled at her after they released their hug.
“It’s okay baby,” Debbie softly caressed Tiffany’s face. “Have fun.”
Tiffany crawled onto the bed over top of me then leaned in and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. “I want the last man to fuck me before I get married to be you daddy,” she purred to me.
It ended up being an incredibly passionate night of sex. I ate Tiffany’s pussy as I always had, but also ended up giving her a rim job for the first time.
And when we fucked? It was hot! Tiffany begged me to ‘fuck her clit’ and she came even more than she did when I had done it the first time years before.
Tiffany ended up riding me to my orgasm. When I came she leaned down and kissed me deeply. “Oh daddy,” she moaned with short breath when our lips parted. “I am going to miss this SO much!”
I knew what she meant. I put a hand to her face and smiled at her. “I will too baby.”
The ceremony was beautiful. The reception? Not so much.
Something was going on, but I was sure exactly what. Everyone else was as equally oblivious as I was, because everyone seemed to be having a good time.
Except the bride and groom.
I was standing at the bar, nursing a rum and coke as I watched Debbie eyeing Dylan like he was a raw piece of meat and she was a starving rotweiller, as he danced with his girlfriend.
Just then I felt Monique sidle up next to me. She pulled the cigarette I had going from my hand and took a puff and then she looked at me and smiled. “Tiffany needs to see you,” she said softly, but loud enough that I could hear over the music.
“Is she okay?” I asked with genuine concern in my voice.
Monique smiled. “She NEEDS to see you.”
I furrowed my brow. “Well where is she?”
“In the ladies room,” Monique said slyly. “Don’t worry,” she said with a giggle as she butted the cigarette out and took my drink from my hand. “I’ll keep watch.”
Monique took me by the hand and lead me to the lady’s washroom. When we got in there, I saw Tiffany pacing back and forth.
“Oh dad,” she huffed. “Thank christ. And thank you Monique,” Tiffany added with a smile.
I glanced back at Monique. She was leaning against the door with a smile on her face. Then I looked towards Tiffany. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Tiffany flapped her arms. “That stupid son of a bitch says we’re not gonna fuck tonight!” she spat the words out. “He says it’s too cliché!”
I was stunned. “Seriously?”
“Daddy.” Tiffany sighed. “I need to get laid on my wedding night.”
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. “No, seriously?” I asked in an astonished tone.
Tiffany smiled. “Hell yes I’m serious,” she said as she began to hike up her wedding dress and moved to a toilet stall. “Get in here!”
I glanced back at Monique who was still wearing a huge grin on her face. “You’ve seen The Godfather haven’t you?”
Monique gave me a playful nudge. “Your daughter has a request.” she giggled. “Yer not gonna refuse it are you?”
I exhaled deeply.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Tiffany said loudly from the stall. “I’ll go barefoot! I know you like that.”
The next thing I saw was two white heels shooting across the bathroom floor. I saw my daughter’s bare feet under the stall and couldn’t resist any more.
I made my way to the stall and saw Tiffany bent over the toilet. She had her wedding dress pulled up over her backside, and her panties were on the floor.
She glanced over her shoulder and looked at me. “Please daddy?” she implored me with begging eyes.
Even though I had fucked her the night before I couldn’t refuse my daughter’s request. So I moved into the stall and unzipped my pants. I pulled my hardening cock out and guided towards my daughter’s waiting pussy.
I guided my cock inside her and began to move back and forth. Tiffany’s dress was getting in the way a bit.
“Shit,” Tiffany said. “Monique get in here.”
Monique joined us in the stall and went about holding up the bottom of Tiffany’s dress as I fucked her.
Despite what happened on her wedding night, Tiffany and her husband seemed to be happy as they began to make their life together.
They had moved to a new town and were both content with each other and their careers.
They would visit during holidays and over the summer. Inevitably, Tiffany found a way for us to have sex.
Every time it happened, Tiffany always kissed me and told me she never wanted to stop fucking me.
A few years later Debbie and I got the news. Tiffany was expecting.
We were in the kitchen on a Saturday morning.
“I was talking with her earlier today,” Debbie told me. “She’s not sure if it’s yours or not.”
“I know,” I said in a resigned tone. I couldn’t believe there was a chance that I’d impregnated my own daughter.
“In fact,” Debbie said as she poured me another cup of coffee. “She’s pretty sure it is yours.”
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Is she okay?”
“Oh yes,” Debbie replied. “She’s fine.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Oh hell yeah,” Debbie chuckled. “She’s handling it better than I did.”
Debbie put her hand on my arm in a reassuring gesture. “Relax,” she said calmly. “If Tiffany wants to know she can find out a hell of a lot easier than I could have,” she chuckled as she finished.
“No doubt,” I said with a weak smile.
Debbie released her grip on my arm and smiled at me as she lit a cigarette. “I mean it’s not like I could have gone to a doctor and asked for a paternity test,” she giggled as she exhaled a plume of smoke. “Excuse me doctor?” she said in a playful voice. “I need to know if my son is my father’s, or my brother’s.”
I smiled at Debbie as I reached over and pulled a cigarette out of her pack and raised it to my lips. “Let’s not tell the kids about that,” I said wryly.
Debbie put a finger to her lips. “Don’t worry,” she said with a grin.
There was no denying that Tiffany was my daughter though. And now, she was in the same position Debbie was all those years ago.
Is the child I’m carrying my husband’s or my father’s?
Of course Tiffany didn’t have to deal with the fact that her husband was also her brother.
I took a long drag of my smoke and forced a smile as I exhaled.
There was no denying it. And it would still be an understatement to say it.
My family was unique.
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