The week had flown by quickly.  I had stood in the warm morning sun watching family arrive, just waiting for my cousin Becky to show.  We were the same age and more than just family; we were best friends. Aunt Penelope was my Mom’s sister; she was O.K. Uncle Thad was cool, though.  He let us girls be ourselves, and as long as we weren’t hurting anyone or breaking any laws, he didn’t have too much to say. Aunt Penelope was more proper, wanting us to behave like ladies and use proper etiquette at all times.

The moment they arrived, Becky bailed out of the car and ran to me. Her mom was yelling something about behaving, but we had already taken off towards the woods. Becky was basically me, with rich auburn hair that shone with red tones in the sunlight. We wore each other's clothes because we were the same size. We had the same sense of humor and were into many of the same things.  Plus, we were only a few weeks apart in age.

We talked about boys, and movies, and clothes, and summer as we roamed through the trees. I wanted to tell her all about my new adventures, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react. I couldn’t believe it half the time myself.  Instead, I told her about the toy as we sat on a fallen log.

“You used your momma’s toy?” she asked in disbelief.

“Well, I did wash it before and after,” I answered, logically.

“Well, I guess. It is just a piece of silicone. I mean, if you think about how many mouths a fork has been in at a restaurant…”

“Eww,” I said with a chuckle, “now that is disgusting.”  I debated how much I should tell her, but after that, I figured, what the hell.  “I’ll tell you, it was amazing. The best orgasm ever.”

“Yeah? Do you know what kind it was? Can I get one to try?”

“Wellll…” I started with hesitation, “That’s just it.  When I went to put it back, I noticed the paperwork from Clone-A-Willy.”  I stopped and waited to see her reaction.  It took a moment for her to put the pieces together.

“OH My God, Oh my god!” she gasped with realization as her face took on the shape of the surprise emoji. “You mean it…it was…and you…” Her hands moved, mimicking the motions as her brain caught up and her mouth tried to make the words.

“Yes,” I answered calmly, doing my best to hide a smile.

She looked around in disbelief, her face still in shock. “And how do you feel about that?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Best orgasm EVER, remember?”

“So your Daddy be packin’, huh?” Now it was my turn to look shocked. “Sorry, that just kinda came out.”

I chuckled again, “It’s okay. I guess you could say that.”

“And that it was…him, doesn’t bother you?” 

“I was as shocked as you at first, but…” I trailed off.

“But?”

“But it felt so good, I had to keep going back,” I answered truthfully.

“You dirty little slut!” she teased.

“I’m the slut? You wanted to know where to get one.”

“Well, I, uh, Yeah.” That was all she had to say on that. “I mean, I’d still try it.”

“Becky!”

“What? It’s just a piece of rubber.” She wasn’t wrong.

“What about the real thing?” I tested the waters.

“I mean, your dad is cute and all, but I don’t know.  He’s my uncle. What about you?”

“He’s my Dad.”

“If he wasn’t.”

“Well, if he was just some rando, no. But knowing what I know about him personally and physically? Yeah, sure.”

“See? Slut.”

“Have you ever met someone kinder?”

“No.”

“Bigger heart?”

“No.”

“And you’re saying you wouldn’t?” I prodded.

“No.”

“No, you wouldn’t? Or no, you're not saying that?”

“No.”

I glared at her with genuine frustration. “Beckyyy.”

“I so totally would.” She finally admitted.

I pushed her off the log. “Bitch, giving me shit, calling me a slut.”

She laughed. “I guess we both are.”

She pushed me back and took off running. I chased her all the way back to camp, where most of the family had shown up, food was being cooked, and the lake was filling with swimmers.  We slowed to a walk just outside the large gathering of family members as we caught our breath.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Becky suggested.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up to you,” I responded. 

“Okay, don’t be too long,” Becky said as she turned and headed toward the lake.

All of our talk about boys and sex had me excited, and I was curious where Daddy had disappeared to.  I didn’t see him in the crowd, so I decided to go look for him.  I had checked the crowd of family milling around the chairs, and the group by the games; I even looked inside the cabin. He was nowhere.  I looked over toward where the food was being cooked and found my mother and Uncle Thad chatting; then they headed toward the basement door of the cabin.

There was somewhere I hadn’t looked: the basement, where we kept supplies. I headed in that direction, several paces behind my mom and uncle.  When I reached the door, I saw them standing among the shelves. He was holding her close, his lips pressed to hers.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” my mom said as they broke the kiss.

“It’s been too long,” Uncle Thad agreed.  He kissed her again as they groped each other.  I figured it was safe to assume Daddy wasn’t here, so I left, processing this new knowledge.

A few minutes later, they re-emerged from the cellar carrying wine and a smile. I still hadn’t found Daddy, so I decided I needed to take matters into my own hands.  The tree house was as good a place as any for a little privacy, so I headed in that direction.  It wasn’t used as much now that many of us “kids” were older, but we still maintained the treehouse. It had blankets and pillows and was far enough away from the main camp to not draw attention.

I looked around as I neared the treehouse. Not a soul in sight. I climbed the ladder that led to a hatch in the middle of the floor. As I opened it, my heart jumped, and I shrank back a bit. There was someone in here. I looked again and saw that it was Daddy. What luck! He was sleeping, wearing just his shorts, so I quietly entered and took a seat in the corner. He was moaning and mumbling in his sleep while his cock grew, creating a big top in his shorts. 

I had just started to rub on myself, imagining what he could be dreaming about, when suddenly he jumped, sitting up as if someone had smacked him.  He looked around frantically, but I was behind him, and he didn’t see me.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked with genuine curiosity. 

He jumped at the sound of my voice.  “JESUS CHRIST! You scared the hell out of me,” he exclaimed, breathlessly. “Why are you hiding in the corner? Weren’t you with Becky?”

I giggled. “Becky went swimming, and I went looking for you. I couldn’t find you, so I decided to come here and voila. You were dreaming something good by the looks of it,” I said, pointing to the massive hard-on staining against his shorts, “and the sounds of it too. So, I decided to sit in the chair and enjoy the show. Until you jumped up, startling me.”

He detailed his dream with vivid imagery. He finished, with Becky coming through the door, and I looked at him apologetically.

“Aww, poor Daddy, I know how to make you better.”  I had him move off the blanket, I repositioned it over the door, then had him lie back down.  I took off his swim trunks, then stripped out of my shorts and bikini, and lay naked beside him.

“This is risky,” he said timidly.

“That’s why we’re on the door,” I cooed as I began to kiss him, starting at his thighs, moving up to kiss and suck his engorged cock, just a little tease, before continuing on to his hips and pelvis, his abdomen, chest, and neck, before stopping to kiss him fully on the lips.  The kiss was delicious, but then he pushed, guiding me further up as he returned the kisses to my neck, breasts, and down until I sat straddling his face. 

He kissed my pussy lips, then began to flick his tongue at them, soft, gentle strokes, before spearing his tongue into my well of sweet desire. He held me in place by holding my hips with one arm. He inserted a finger and began to massage my G-spot, as he continued his soft caresses on my clit with his tongue.

Between my previously excited state, seeing and hearing him moan in his sleep, and his skillful attention, it seemed like only moments before he had me thrusting my hips, riding his face like a bronco.  The sensation built, starting in the deepest pits of my soul. It welled up, growing stronger and stronger until finally, the levee broke. My orgasm seemed to hit all at once as I released a torrent of fluid with a “whissh” that was clearly audible from the force behind it.  Daddy did not stop; he did not relent. Instead, he locked my hips with both arms as he took my gushing pussy in a vice-like lip lock, his tongue continuing its assault on my clit. The more my body jerked and spasmed, the more fluid it released onto his waiting face.

The room swirled and began to turn black as fireworks burst behind my eyes.

“Break, break!” I pleaded. He let go immediately, and I fell to the blanket beside him, unable to gather any strength.

“Are you okay?” he asked with devilish intent as he ran his hand between my legs.

“THZZZ,” was all my brain could muster; my entire body felt limp, yet the sparks shooting through me had me twitching with every sensory input.  He continued to run his hand, and I awkwardly tried to hold it still with stiff arms. I tried to give a better answer. “Yyyup, yup, yup.” I nodded uncontrollably.

He removed his hand to allow me time to regain control.  I could feel his smile. My body continued to spasm and twitch with every change of the breeze coming through the window.

“You good?” he asked, finally. The pride in his voice betraying him.

“Yes.” I looked at him, his body still glistening with my juices.  My determination was renewed. “Your turn.”

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him with one motion.  I thought I was ready. I was not. The moment his cock touched my swollen lips, my body tensed with jolts of electric pleasure. I paused as the sensation ebbed.

“Not as ready as you thought?” he teased. 

Instead of answering, I looked at him and steeled myself for what was about to come.  Slowly, torturously, I lowered onto him, onto his waiting manhood that somehow felt even larger than ever.  Every nerve ending was on fire, and every beautiful, excruciating inch sent new throngs of painful delight crashing through my body.

At long last, he sat hilted in my sheath, him throbbing against my walls, her spasming around him.  I leaned forward and began slow, methodical strokes. My body betrayed me, as it began to experience a flood of small orgasms, each one riding the tails of the last, each one building stronger.

“Your turn,” I reminded him as I struggled to maintain control. 

“It’s okay, get yours,” he responded, ever the gentleman.

“Together,” I managed. I continued as I had been, struggling to maintain tempo. I wanted him to cum with me. One beautiful explosion. Besides, I didn’t know if I could take any more right now if he didn’t.  He looked at me like he was unsure of my intent.  I nodded, hoping he knew what I meant, then began to move more rapidly. My orgasm was taking over, and I could no longer control myself as my muscles began to contract and relax with a mind of their own. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my hips as his cock throbbed inside me. I knew he was close.  He thrust hard and deep, planted firmly within me, and I swear I could feel him in my belly. I felt the warm jets of his orgasm pulse inside me, his already enlarged cock seeming to expand to fill every void as my walls closed in around him, as I squirted, yet again.

The world began to turn dark again as I collapsed onto his chest.  He held me lovingly as my pussy held his cock in place, refusing to relinquish him.  We were both wet and sticky from sweat and my juices, breathing hard from the exertion of our combined orgasm.  It took a long time for me to regain motor control of my body, but when I did, I looked at him.

“I think I’m ready for that swim now.”

He brushed my hair away and smiled. “I agree.”