The Guest (Part 3) - Dinner and TV
This is a continued view into the forbidden relationship of Amber and her daddy. Amber has returned from university, resuming her role as her daddy’s lover. This is taboo incest based story, it is purely fictional and intended as a role play scenario between two consenting adults. If you are not into fantasy incest, then this is certainly not for you.
I spend the rest of the day, trying to focus on work. I can’t. Amber’s little taunt haunts me. That devious grin as she left the room. Knowing she left me throbbing and aching. I’ve lost count of the number of times I drifted into some lust filled, daydream. Is it the fact her friend is here and we risk being discovered igniting a new excitement in me? I close the lid to my laptop and sit there for a moment, entertaining one last daydream. I can feel myself get hard again. Closing my eyes and revisiting my favorite forbidden memory, the very first night Amber and I broke the rules. That night when it all started. My hand instinctively moves to my throbbing bulge to adjust, letting the memory flood my mind. I hear Amber and Sam in the kitchen burst out laughing, snapping me out of my torrid daydream. I glance at my watch, 4:35 pm.
I release my bulge and lean back, letting the lust subside. “Easy, Dan. Get it together”, I mutter to myself.
“Amber! What?!”, I hear Sam exclaim. A noticeable scuffle and clear sound of Amber hushing Sam, followed by quiet. My curiosity peaked, I stand and walk to the office door, leaning my ear to try and listen. I can Amber speaking but in a very low, inaudible voice. I look down to ensure my bulge has subsided and exit the room.
Walking around the corner, both Amber and Sam look to me as I step into the kitchen. “Hello girls. Did you get all caught up today?”, I ask as I head to the cupboard to grab a glass.
“We did. It’s been great hanging out with Amber again”, Sam replies. Amber glances at Sam with an almost scorning stare, as if to caution her.
“Everything ok?” I ask, sensing some tension.
“It’s fine daddy. We were just talking about what kind of pizza we want tonight.” Sam looks to Amber with a subtle grin. Amber’s facial response almost pleading. “I think we finally agree on pepperoni, onion, and mushroom, if that’s ok”
“I love mushroom”, Sam interjects, looking at me with a subtle smile.
I smile and grab a pitcher of ice tea from the fridge, “Same as me and Amber. It’s not pizza without mushroom on it, I always say”. I pour ice tea into the glass, putting the pitcher back in the fridge and closing it, feeling the stare of Sam.
I take a long sip of ice tea and set the glass down. Looking at the clock on the wall, “I’ll order the pizza around 5:30. It usually takes about 45 minutes to get it so we should have by 6:30 at the latest”
“Ok daddy. Just let us know when it gets here”, Amber says as she motions for Sam to follow her to her room, “We’re going to go setup the rollout bed for Sam.”
“Oh, do you want any help? That rollout bed is a pain in the ass sometimes”, I offer, knowing how many times I’ve pinched my fingers setting it up for Amber’s friends during one of her slumber parties.
“I think we can do it. I’ve watched you and I know, don’t push down on the side, only the end”, Amber says with a dulling tone, clearly mocking me repeating it every time I’ve set it up for her.
“Okay then smarty pants”, I quip back with a teasing impatience. “I’ll let you know when the pizza is here.” Sam lets out a subtle giggle as they exit the kitchen. I finish off my ice tea and put the empty glass on the counter.
I pull out my phone and tap on the pizza delivery app. Selecting the toppings of choice, I submit the order and schedule delivery for 6:00 pm. Looking around the kitchen, I pause and stare at the kitchen table. Flashes of that night Amber and I left the restaurant early only to come home and wildly fuck on that very table. I fall into a daydream remembrance of that night. After an unmeasured time, I shake myself out of my erotic replay and head to my bedroom, passing the bathroom and Amber’s room. The bathroom door is shut and I hear music playing from a phone. I lightly wrap on Amber’s door. “Yes?”, Amber replies with frustration in her tone. I open the door slightly and poke my head in, seeing Amber wrestling with the pullout bed.
“You doing ok sweetie?”, I ask
Amber pauses her fight against the pullout bed, “it’s stuck. I don’t know why. I unhooked the thingy and I pushed down on the end just like you told me and it’s not latching”, her tone of frustration very obvious.
“Want some help?”, I ask as I step into her room.
Amber throws her hands up, resigning from the battle of the pullout bed and nods. I walk to the pullout bed and close it completely, reaching down and moving the support bar down then opening it and locking the latch in one move. The shower starts in the bathroom. “Sam taking a shower?”, I ask as I adjust the mattress on the pullout bed.
“Yeah, she wanted to wash off the plane gunk”, Amber replies, looking at the pullout bed with contempt. “Thank you for the help daddy. I don’t know why this thing is so much of a bitch to setup.”
I grin, “It’s old sweetheart. It was around long before you. As a matter of fact, it’s the same one I had in my room when I was in my first apartment.”
Amber goes to her door and pushes it closed then comes over to me, her hand immediately placed on my crotch, squeezing my cock. Lifting up to her toes and wrapping an arm around my neck, kisses me passionately. Her hand kneading my bulge, letting out a little whimper. “I’ve been waiting all day for a moment”, she whispers with desperation.
My hand instinctively goes to her ass, gripping firmly, my cock swells to a throbbing hardness. I chase her tongue with mine, letting out a subtle, primal growl. “You have been taunting me all day, young lady.” I slide a hand into her shorts and panties, my greedy fingers sliding between her labia, gliding over her clit. Her pussy soaking wet as she whimpers at my touch.
“Oh god daddy, fuck!”, Amber exhales her desperate words wrapped in her panting. “Daddy, mmfff …. Daddy”, her panting and breathy moans increasing as she starts humping her pussy against my fingers, “we …. Mmffff fuck …. We have to wait. I’ll come see you tonight. I need you ….”, I push my fingers into her wet hole, curling them and stroking her g-spot. Amber moans out as her knees wobble, weakened with each stroke of her special spot.
The water in the shower turns off and the music from Sam’s phone stops. I slide my fingers out of Amber and ease her to sit on the pullout bed. I smirk at her as she stares at me, flustered and catching her breath. The door to her room swings open and Sam enters with her hair up in a towel. Amber startles slightly, turning to look at Sam as she makes her way to the pullout bed.
“Oh nice, my bed is all ready for tonight” Sam says as she sits next to Amber, giving it a couple test bounces. “Comfy. This is better than the beds we had in the dorm.”
Amber forces a smile and nods, but very distant from the conversation. “I was just telling Amber this was my bed when I moved into my first apartment.”
Sam lays back on the bed, “I bet this bed has seen some action”, a teasing grin spreads across her mouth. Amber’s eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly.
“Sam! Oh my god!”, Amber exclaims as she stands up.
“I’m just kidding, geez. Chill Amby”, Sam ribs Amber, purposefully to get a response out of her. I watch in an almost surreal state, knowing I just had my fingers inside my own daughter with her friend literally seconds away from us.
Amber flops on her own bed with a scorning frown and giving Sam what I call her warning glare. That look when I know Amber has resigned her mild manner and is on the verge of striking back with spite. I decide to interject and change the topic. Glancing at my watch, “Pizza should be here in about 15 minutes. If you ladies no longer need my assistance, I shall go and freshen myself up before dinner.”
“Thank you dad”, Amber says with her pouty tone.
“Yes, thank Dan. Much appreciated.”, Sam adds.
I exit Amber’s room and head to my room, closing the door behind me. I can hear Amber and Sam gabbing to each other, with Sam giggling between verbal exchanges. My thoughts replaying what just happened, a subtle wonder if Sam knows more about Amber and me than what Amber has told me. “Does she know?”, I mutter to myself. “Has Amber confided in her?” I can feel a sense of anxiety stir in me. What if she does know and this is going to be awkward while Sam stays here?
I shake off the thoughts, breaking from the the rabbit hole and go into the master bathroom, turning on the faucet. Placing my hands under the running water, splash my face with a blast of cool water to help settle my wandering thoughts. Looking in the mirror, I see the shower and remember this morning, releasing my stress by reliving that first night. My mind quickly shifts from replay of past events to fantasizing of what is to come when Amber sneaks into my room later. Fuck, how she haunts me. Staring at myself in the mirror as the water runs for who knows how long. Images of Amber on top of me, pinned against the wall, laid on the kitchen table, all of it a constant perverse thought. I realize just how obsessed I am with my own daughter. How she makes me ache. How my heart races every time we are in the same room. The way she opens her mouth slightly as I push my cock into her. Her eyes filled with utter, forbidden desire. Her seduction, her undying devotion and love. All at once I realize I cannot live without her. She has become my soulmate. A knock on my door snaps me out of my lofty daydream. I turn off the water and open my door expecting Amber. When I open it and see Sam, my heart skips a beat and I find myself at loss for words.
“The pizza is here, Dan. Amber asked that I let you know.”
I stare almost lost at Sam for what feels like forever. I realize my mouth is open and I quite possibly look confused. As a matter of fact, I know I look confused simply by Sam’s expression. I glance at my watch and clear my throat, “Ah, ok. Thank you. I’ll be there in a second.”
Sam smiles and takes an obvious peek over my shoulder, into my room at the bed then glances back at me. A slight half smile, “Ok. See you out there.” She turns and walks away, letting out a subtle giggle.
I turn to look at my bed, trying to piece together what spawned her amusement. Looking back to see Sam reach the end of the hallway, she looks back and smiles with what seems to be a devious grin then continues out of sight. Standing there, puzzled, I take a deep breath and exit my room closing the door behind me.
As I enter the kitchen, both Amber and Sam are already plating their pizza. I pause and wait for them to finish, watching them with a new found curiosity. Why did Sam giggle? And what was with the brief inspection of my bed? What the fuck is going on? Multiple scenarios flood my thoughts. Does Sam know? What does she know? I stare blankly as they mill about the kitchen, chattering. Context of their conversation completely escaping me. My mind quickly going into overdrive, an immediate obsession to answer so many questions consumes me.
“Daddy? Hello…. Anyone in there?”, Amber waves her hand in front my face, snapping me out of my catatonic mental adventure.
“What?”, I reply, making every effort to come up with a feasible excuse for my dazed episode. “I was just thinking through something work related.” The first excuse that came to mind. “You both have your pizza?”, I ask.
Both Amber and Sam answer in unison, “Yes”.
I reach for a plate and serve myself 2 slices of pizza. Setting the plate on the counter, I open the fridge and grab an IPA and crack it open, taking a long swig as Amber and Sam make their way to the family room.
As I take a seat on the couch, opposite end as Sam and with Amber in the middle, Amber reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. The three of us sit quietly eating pizza and watching reruns of Friends. As luck would have it, the episodes when Monica is dating Richard. After finishing my pizza, I sit back, taking drinks of my IPA. Sam breaks the silence during the scene where Monica and Richard are in bed together, “I can see it.”
I look at Sam then to Amber, who looks at Sam, “See what?” I take another drink of my IPA.
“An older man. Something hot about that”, Sam replies.
I swallow the drink of IPA hard, almost choking and look at Amber. Her eyes wide open for a moment then subtly shifting to Sam. Amber tilts her head and mouths “stop” to Sam.
Sam continues, “I mean Tom Selleck was hot in these episodes. I would have dated him.”
I tilt the rest of my IPA back and finish it off and grabbing my empty plate. Standing up, I tell them both, “Well ladies, it’s about that time I’m going to go turn in and do some reading.”
Amber looks to me, a subtle smile, “Ok daddy. Goodnight. We’ll keep it down”
“Night, Dan. And thank you for the pizza”, Sam adds.
“You’re welcome. It really hit the spot and good news, clean up is easy.”
“We’ll put away the rest of the pizza”, Amber volunteers.
I take my empty plate to the kitchen, rinse it off and put it in the dishwasher then drop my empty beer bottle in the recycle bin. I head to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and go into the bathroom. Following my usual routine, brushing my teeth, then stripping down to just my boxers, I crawl into my bed and lay there for a few moments, a lingering anticipation for Amber’s visit tonight feels much needed. The day has felt long. With Sam staying as a guest in our home, it has disrupted mine Amber’s normal routine. I miss when she would come into the office and sit on my lap, pretending to care about my work. I miss having her going to bed with me. Miss feeling her delicate hand on my chest as she drifts off to sleep. As I scroll through recent news on my phone, I feel my eyes getting heavy. Everything goes dark as slumber becomes the victor over my consciousness.
