An adult stories – Family Throuple: Becky by NewIn57
As I described in my story titled “Family Throuple”, my wife (Sherri) and I have two college-aged twin girls (Amy and Becky), both living at home while attending the local university. We discovered shortly after their high school graduation that they were engaged in an incestuous sexual relationship which we first ignored then, eventually, openly condoned. By the time they started college, they were openly sleeping in the same bed and conducting their affair without needing to hide it from us.
In the spring of their freshman year, they invited my wife to join them, which she did anxiously. That relationship was quickly normalized and they comfortably settled into a long-term throuple-like sexual relationship which continues to this day, now the middle of their junior year. Sherri always sleeps with me at night, and we enjoy a renewed and vigorous sex life, though there are nights where she comes to bed a little late, having spent some time with the twins. During the day, it’s a free-for-all; sometimes a threesome, more often a twosome while one of the three is busy doing other things. For instance, Amy has no classes on Tuesday afternoon this semester, so it’s Sherri and Becky by themselves on Tuesday afternoons.
Both girls have told their mother that they are lesbian but Sherri has always thought that Becky was also interested in, and curious about, men. Too many comments about this or that guy being hot while Amy seems disinterested, for instance.
While Sherri scrupulously avoids talking about the details of any given interlude, I’ve otherwise learned a lot about the twins. I asked once if they both enjoyed the same things, given that they’re physically identical, and Sherri said that, amazingly, they were opposite in many ways. Both love clitoral stimulation but Amy likes it light and quick at the top near the hood while Becky likes moderate pressure, lower, more towards the urethra. Amy likes her vibrator at max power with a high frequency; Becky prefers a soft, slow rumble. Amy goes for a girthy dildo; Becky always picks the long one. During cunnilingus, Amy wants a finger on her G-spot; Becky doesn’t benefit from it. Becky loves a slow, long kiss; Amy can take it or leave it.
One Monday night a year or so from the start of the throuple, as we were getting into bed, my wife asked if we could take it easy tonight and, so, that night’s sex was mild – a few clitoral orgasms followed by her climbing on top for a slow, soft finish.
As we crawled under the covers Sherri asked if we could talk seriously. She said to me that Becky wanted to experience sex with a man; that she wanted to know what it was like; and that she didn’t want to toss in her lot with some random college sophomore. I knew what was coming next and I said that I didn’t want to be that man. Not only would it put at risk a happy father/daughter relationship, but it had the possibility of doing lasting harm to her sexual well-being. Forget the father/daughter aspect; she HAD come out as lesbian, after all. Sherri was quiet for a minute or so and simply said “Becky is a strong, resilient young woman who has her eyes wide open. She’s sure that this is what she wants. Will you at least sleep on it?”
Those words hadn’t made it to the far side of the room when there was a light tap on the door and when it opened, there was Becky.
“Has Mom asked you, yet?” she asked.
I told her that I understood what she wanted but that I was unsure for several reasons and that I’d have to think about it. What she said next was manipulative but persuasive. She said “I know why you’re hesitant. But all my life you’ve been there for me when I needed something. I don’t understand this fundamental thing about myself and I need to understand it. Please help me with this.”
I looked at my wife and she knew. She gave me kiss, got out of bed, lifted Becky’s nightgown up over her head and left the room to sleep with Amy. That left Becky standing naked beside the bed with neither of us knowing what to do next.
I knew that having committed to this course of action I had to behave in a way that respected Becky and her needs. So, I got out of bed, stood in front of her and allowed her to look at me. She reached out and touched my chest and, sooner than I thought she would, she reached down and explored me. She lifted my scrotum to explore my testicles; she felt my flaccid penis, feeling the shaft and noting the different feel of the glans; she stroked the frenulum and giggled when I twitched. There was a drop of cum oozing out; she swiped that off and explored the consistency then took it to her lips and tasted, giving it an approving nod afterward. I was happy to stand there until she’d satisfied her curiosity.
She said “Daddy, tell me what you want.” and I said “I want to answer your questions.”
As she moved to the bed, I was running through what I thought I knew about Becky – clit low; deep; slow; sensual. I’m also screaming at myself not to hurt my daughter and what the fuck am I doing?
I knew that Becky was experienced. Sherri had made that clear. But I still couldn’t bring myself to dive right in, so I started with something more sensual than sexual – I touched her face and I kissed her. We lay there for long a while just kissing each other, trying to get past the awkwardness of being together this way. Then she took the lead a bit and, rolling onto her back, she pushed my head down.
I slid down and she opened her legs, and I was looking at the most beautiful vulva I’d ever seen. Her labia were puffy and pouting, with the inner labia extending beyond the outer, making her look like a pink orchid. I was proud of my cunnilingus skills and, so, I confidently proceeded to pleasure my daughter orally. A minute later she started to laugh. She said “Daddy, you suck at that!”.
I was shocked and I poked my eyes up over her pubic bone, expecting it to be a joke but she was looking down at me with such loving sincerity, a little smile on her face. It was then that I realized who she was comparing me to and I had to laugh, too.
It’s difficult to describe but that was the thing that broke the ice and ended the awkwardness. It was no longer father and daughter, older man and younger woman, teacher and student. We were two adults who loved each other, we were there as equals, and were going to fuck each other.
I scooted back up, kissed her, and ran my finger over the tip of her clit. She responded with a little twitch. I lowered my point of attack and she responded with a little gasp. I added some pressure and her neck arched back and she cried out. While maintaining pressure, I added a couple more fingers and slowly, relentlessly rolled her clit back and forth from left to right and she started to cum.
Three orgasm later, I paused to give her a breather but that’s not what she wanted. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me onto my back. Then she pulled herself on top of me, rubbed her pussy over the length of my now erect dick and, with a flick of her hips, I was inside her. She looked down at me with a big smile and it was clear what she was saying with that smile – that THIS is what she came for and she was tired of waiting for it. And, just that easy, I’d taken my daughter’s virginity. Or, more properly, she’d used me to take her own. Doesn’t matter. The deed was done and she was okay.