Anne and Mandi had made love several times after that first time, almost two weeks ago. Mandi cornered her sister in her bedroom.

“I need your help.”

The redhead arched her eyebrow. “With?”

Mandi took a deep breath. “Cocksucking. I tried the vibrator, but I keep gagging.”

Anne smiled and shook her head. “Until you’re used to it and your reflexes desensitize, it’s all about the angle.”

Anne reached into her nightstand and pulled out an eight-inch silicone dildo. She demonstrated to her wide-eyed sister. Anne moved the silicone in and out of her throat several times.

“Train your gag reflex by going a little at a time. Relax your jaw and let your tongue relax on the bottom of your mouth. And breath. box breathe, deep breaths through your nose. Four seconds inhale, four seconds hold, four seconds exhale. And if all else fails, do the dentist trick.” Anne pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking hard to get as much saliva as she could off it.

​ “What the hell is the dentist trick?”

​Anne laughed. “Fold your left thumb into your hand and make a fist. It short-circuits the gag reflex a bit.”

“You looked hot sucking that thing, Anne.”

Anne offered it to her. Mandi tried to shove it all the way and promptly gagged. Anne coached her to start with just the head and a couple of inches, showing her how to swirl her tongue around the head and lick the length. Mandi started again, managing about four inches. Anne reclined on her bed, watching her little sister suck the dildo. She slid her hand into her pajama bottoms.

​"You’re getting me hot watching you, Sis.”

Mandi looked at Anne. “I think we have time before Dad comes home.” She darted out of the bedroom, returning seconds later with her pink vibrator in hand. She sat at the end of the bed, pulling her shorts down.

​“Just going for it?” Anne laughed.

​“Mmm-hmm.” Mandi toyed with her clit using the tip of the vibrator.

Anne’s pajamas slid under her ass and down her legs. Her fingers danced, rubbing her rapidly lubricating lips. Mandi slid the vibe into her pussy, staring hungrily at Anne’s trimmed bush.

​“Use the dildo, Anne. I want to suck the cream off it after you cum on it.”

The bedroom filled with squishing sounds and soft moans. The sisters slowly stripped the rest of their clothes. Mandi came first, licking her vibe clean, then leaning over her sister’s hips. She took Anne’s hand in hers and withdrew the silicone cock, sucking several inches down her throat, savoring her sister’s flavor. Anne shifted on the bed, lying alongside her sister.

​“Raise up and move to the center of the bed,” Anne guided Mandi. As her sister complied, Anne slid under her younger sibling. She grabbed Mandi’s hips and pulled her pussy to her waiting tongue.

​“Oh, OH!” Mandi cried as Anne licked her slit deep. She moaned and lowered her head to her sister’s red-trimmed pussy. Muffled groans sounded as they licked each other’s pussies. Anne’s hips shook.

​“Fuck, Mandi, I’m glad you lick pussy better than you suck cock.” Anne dived back in, bringing Mandi closer to orgasm.

She felt around with her hand, closing on the pink vibe. She stopped sucking Mandi’s pussy and smoothly slid the plastic vibe home. Mandi's body shook as she reveled in her newfound sexuality. No longer the shy girl, the little sister. She knew what she wanted and knew enough to know that the shot not taken always misses.

Fire bloomed in Mandi’s loins as the vibe did its work. Mandi’s hips jerked. Anne stirred the buzzing toy around in her sister's guts. She felt an urge very similar to needing to pee, and bliss took her. Shivers and sparks ricocheted around her body, especially between her nipples and tits. Mandi rose, her pussy squirting as she came.

“NO FUCKING FAIR!” she screamed. Still cumming, she dove on Anne’s clit, sucking it hard.

“Fuck Yesss!” Anne hissed, juices flooding from her cunt lips and soaking into the blanket.

​Mandi turned, kissing Anne. They lay together, hearts in sync.

“I suppose we should get up and make dinner.” Mandi mused.

“Just go lie on the table, spread open, and tell Dad dinner is served!”

Anne felt so good seeing her sister’s eyes dance. She had completely come out of her funk, embracing sex, well, lesbian sex at least. Her dad had noticed too, smiling for the first time in weeks, and coming home early to spend time with his girls.

“If you are planning on anything,” Anne said, “I’m going with Jess to Orlando. Friday, coming home on Sunday, unless you text me to stay away.”

Mandi’s face contorted into a panicked look, then relaxed. She squeezed her sister’s pink-capped breast, kissed her, and got up.

“Unless I can come with you and show Jess how to eat you.”

Anne threw a pillow at her. “Jess licks pussy just fine.”

They dressed and laughed and were just about done preparing dinner when their father came home.

He hugged them from behind, kissing the backs of their heads. He could have sworn he smelled something, but put it out of his mind. Dinner was pleasant, but Jim kept getting distracted by Mandi twirling her tongue around the green beans, her eyes locked on his face.

She can’t possibly know what she’s doing, he thought.

​Soon, Daddy. Soon, my tongue will be on your cock instead of a little green bean. Anne nudged Mandi under the table. Stop mouth fucking him already, she said silently. Mandi cleared the table, and Jim helped wash the dishes. He was keenly aware that his nubile daughter kept pressing her body to his.

“Dad, Anne’s going to Orlando tomorrow. Take me out on a date.”

Jim looked at her, seeing the earnestness in her eyes, barely masking… Hunger.

“Sure, baby girl, what would you like to do?”

“Dinner. And maybe go out somewhere dark. Put a blanket down and look at the stars?”

And fuck my brains out?

“Sounds like fun, sweetheart. I’ll bring some good binoculars.”

They started Movie Night, Anne taking the recliner covered with a blanket, and Mandi snuggling up against her father. Anne started a romantic movie. Partway through, there was an intense love scene. Mandi’s hand ran up Jim’s thigh, squeezing.

"I want to be loved like that,” she whispered. She glanced at Anne, noting her hand moving under the blanket. Jim removed Mandi’s hand and hugged her briefly. As the movie progressed, Mandi’s hand crept back onto his thigh. She looked at Anne, who looked back, arched her back, and gave a soft moan.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Jim asked.

“Fine, Dad.. just a cramp.”

Jim stood up, looking down at Mandi. “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.” He kissed Anne on the head and left the room.

“Did you really cum?” Mandi asked.

Anne smiled enigmatically and got up. “Shower,” was her reply,

She walked over to Mandi and rubbed wet fingers on her lips.

Mandi followed Anne, continuing to her father’s bedroom door. She pressed her ear to the door, and she heard a muffled, rhythmic slap of skin.

“Fuck,” she heard. “So wrong.” Mandi heard. “Mandi,” it ended in a groan.

A thrill shot through her. He was jerking off to me.

Mandi got into bed. She turned her vibe on, knowing he would hear it. The horny girl masturbated, driving it deep. Kneeling, she pictured herself astride him, the imagined motion taking over. She lost her balance, her hand thumping the wall.

“Daddy,” she groaned.

She had the vibrator buried in her dripping pussy, leaning on the wall, hips pumping. She was so close… A sharp knock, and the door opened. Her father stared as his youngest daughter looked at him, her eyes burning. It was too late; she was cumming, and couldn’t help it.

“Daddy.”

He closed the door as he left the bedroom, leaning back against the wall, “Fuck.” At that moment, Anne stepped out of the bathroom, towel around her hips, and one drying her hair. Jim stared at her tits.

“What the fuck?” Jim said, retreating to his bedroom.

Anne smiled, went into her room, and texted Mandi.

​A: “What happened?”

M: “I heard Dad jerking off. He said my name. I started with the vibe. bumped the wall, called his name.”

​A: “Whoa”

M: “Right? He busted in just as I was cumming, I couldn’t help it. I said Daddy.”

​A: “Oh, shit. I was just out of the shower. He saw my tits.”

M: “No way!”

A: “Yup. wonder if he’ll blow another load thinking about us. Anyway, good luck tomorrow. Love how aggressive you are.”

M: “Nite”

Mandi fell asleep on top of the covers. The following morning, Jim looked in and saw his daughter stark naked, one leg off the bed. Her firm tits rose and fell as she breathed, her pussy lips parted. Her eyes opened.

“Morning, Daddy.” Her hand trailed down and caressed her pussy.

Jim averted his eyes. “Get dressed; I’ll make breakfast.”

He left and opened Anne’s door. Again, he saw creamy tits. This time, he closed the door and knocked.

“Anne, Sweetheart. Breakfast in a bit.”

Jim busied himself in the kitchen, trying to banish the thoughts running through his mind. The girls came out of their rooms, drawn by the smell of bacon and coffee. Anne was in her normal morning clothes, that is to say, an extra-long Florida State sleeper. Mandi came out in tight panties, a skimpy lace bra, and one of his dress shirts. A single button held the shirt closed.

“I got it from the hamper. I like it, it smells like you,” Mandi answered his unasked question.

Jim shook his head, muttering, “Just like her mother,” mostly to himself.

Anne’s phone rang. She scooped it up and left the room, chattering away.

Jim looked at Mandi over his plate. “About tonight.”

Mandi put her fork down, expecting a rejection.

“I thought we could go to the Suns game.”

It was better than nothing, Mandi mused. She cleared the table, washed the dishes, and cleaned the house while her father was at work. When her father got home, he showered and changed before going out. She opted for his shirt, loose, soft shorts, and a fabric belt around her waist.

Jim took one look and said, “No.”

Mandi sighed and unbuttoned the shirt, took it off, and handed it to him, the sexy bra not hiding her excited nipples. She turned toward her room and unhooked the bra, letting it drop to the floor. Jim stared at her, wondering what was going on with his daughter.

Mandi had really wanted to wear the shirt, but she had plans B and C. She dug to the bottom of her dresser and pulled out a silk blouse, cut to show deep cleavage. She slipped into it and went to find her father.

“No, that’s far too sexy.”

“Fine,” Mandi said, petulant, stripped off the blouse, letting Jim get a good look at her naked back as she pretended to stomp to her room. She pulled out an old, worn T-shirt that was 5 years old. She squeezed into it, her nipples prominently poking out; it barely reached her belly button.

Jim shook his head, exasperated. “What is wrong with you, Mandi?”

​She pouted. “You don’t like anything I wear. I don’t think you want to be seen with me anymore.”  

She spun and went to her room, closed the door, and pretended to cry. A minute later, her father knocked and opened the door.

“Princess, I’m sorry I overreacted. Wear whatever you want. Let’s go to dinner and the game.”

Mandi launched herself at him, hugging him hard. She held her body fully to his when he suddenly pushed her away.

“Enough, sweetie.” Jesus, she’s giving me a hard-on.

She glanced down and saw a slight bulge in his jeans. Mandi smiled, happy to have gotten a reaction.

They realized they had to skip dinner to get to the game. They arrived early enough to get food, and Mandi got a long T-shirt and a jersey with 00 on the back. It was a pretty good game, and they enjoyed watching and bonding. Mandi reached down and grabbed his beer.

“Yuck, that’s nasty,” she said. He laughed, taking it from her.

He had just set it down when they turned up on the kiss cam. The ballpark started the chant: Kiss! Kiss! Mandi leaned up, lips puckered, delight dancing in her eyes. Their lips met, and she pulled his face down, parting her lips. For the briefest of moments, Jim opened his mouth. Mandi released him, and they both pulled back.

“That was nice, Dad,” she smiled.

The game let out, and Mandi slipped between Jim and the car door.

“Thanks for the game, Daddy.”

She hugged him and kissed him; again, her lips parted. Jim was ready, though, and didn’t respond. As they drove home, his phone rang. It was her mother. They chatted about how things were going, and she dropped the bomb. She was going to be gone for an extra two weeks. The cheerful mood faded, and they said goodbye.

“Sorry, Dad. I know you need to get laid.”

He stared at her. “You did not just say that.”

She smiled sweetly. “Even I know people have needs. Heck, you saw mine last night.”

He remained silent for the rest of the drive. Mandi thought she had pushed too far, but her father was remembering every detail: Mandi kneeling on the bed, one hand on the wall, the other in her crotch. It played over and over until they got home. He hid his rock-hard cock. He poured three fingers of bourbon and slammed it; he poured another, then a third.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced, the alcohol beginning to make him woozy.

Mandi picked up her phone.

M: “I kissed him on the jumbotron.”

A: “No Way.”

M: “Yup. No tongue, but it was nice.”

A: *three heart emojis*

Mandi went to bed, reaching for her battery-operated boyfriend. It worked her pussy over for twenty minutes, causing three orgasms as she fantasized about her father. She woke at six am. Putting on the sleep shirt she had bought at the game, Mandi slipped into her parents’ bedroom.

​He slept naked; the sheet pulled off. Mandi gently joined him, her eyes glued to his cock.

​Fuck me, that’s huge. She thought.

Knowing how badly it could go wrong, she gently woke him. “Daddy, can I snuggle?”

He said, “Alright.” She ran her fingertips along the length of his hardening cock. Jim shifted as Mandi teased it.

“Feel good, Daddy?”

“Mm-hmm," he moaned. Slowly, she gripped it with her hand, marveling at the first cock she had touched. Fully hard, she could not get her fingers all the way around; it must be two inches in diameter. She could stack both hands on his shaft and still have more of his cock sticking out. She slipped her left hand to her clit while she pumped his cock with her right. He squirmed.

“Mandi, you shouldn’t.”

“Tell me to stop.”

Jim didn’t reply as both her hands built them both to orgasm.  

“Fuck, Mandi, that’s good,” he moaned.

​She kept stroking him and rubbing her clit. She trembled as she came. A minute later, he shot his load; four strong ropes of cum splashed on his belly and her hand. Mandi licked the cum from her fingers. Not as bad as I thought it would be, she thought.

She draped the sheet over him and snuggled up. He rolled onto his side, sighing. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy. He squeezed it as he fell back asleep.

Jim woke up, and he felt sticky. Then he realized he was not alone in bed. Mandi snuggled close.

Dear God, what did I let her do? He realized her hand was holding his against her pussy, so he pulled his hand away. Mandi stretched and yawned. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled.

“Morning, Daddy.” She stretched up, planting a kiss on his lips.

Another stretch, and the hem of the tee was above her hips. She rolled onto her side, her fingers brushing the hair on his chest.

“I could stay here all day,”

Jim pulled her fingers to his lips and gave them a kiss.

“You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t have done that.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop.”

"I know.”

Mandi rolled off the bed, not trying to tug the hem of the tee down. She stood looking down at him. He tried not to stare, but could not take his eyes off the soft curls framing her pouty pussy.

​ “I guess I’ll shower and make breakfast.” She stripped the tee off at the door. ​Before she showered, she messaged Anne.

M: “He’s fucking HUGE.”

A: “Dad?”

M: “YES! I stroked just now.”

A: “Congrats?”  

M: “You know I needed to do this.”

A: “So…”

M: “I didn’t know guys could cum so much.”

A: “Be careful. I don’t want you like before. I just got u back.”

M: “Had 2 share Luv you.”

M: “PS I want to lick Jess.”

Jim groaned and lay flat. His cock was hard. Why is she teasing me? I’m her FATHER. He showered, grateful that the cold water took care of the hard-on. They ate in silence. After breakfast, he said, “I’m going to Home Depot.”

Mandi stood and said, “Give me a minute, and I’ll go with you.”

She was ready a few minutes later, hair in a ponytail, no makeup, a tight midriff tee, and denim shorts that seemed painted on. He was a bit more talkative in the car, and she asked if she could get some paint for her bedroom. Mandi pushed the cart, and Jim piled bags of mulch into it.

​“JIM!” a voice called out. Brad Brown, one of her father’s friends, came over. They shook hands.

Brad’s eyes drank in Mandi, the stiff nipples showing under her Smiths tee shirt. Jim made an introduction, and Mandi went on her tiptoes and kissed her father on the cheek.

​“I’m going to be in the paint looking at colors.” They watched her go, noting the extra sway to her ass.

“That one is trouble with a capital T, my friend.”

Jim looked at Brad and said, “You have no idea.”

Mandi put a bit of hip action in as she walked away. She knew they were both looking at her ass. 10 minutes later, Jim found her looking at green colors.

“Maybe we should hold off on painting until your mom gets back. You know she’ll veto...