Becca was not a shy girl at all, and very much enjoyed our attention. She would call us all “uncle” as she had known use for years, and had never shied away from running around in skimpy outfits or bikinis when we would come by. Frank and I had joked separately about what we would do with her if the opportunity came up. All in slight jest, but fun nonetheless.
That night in the hot tub, Becca took charge and sat on Frank’s lap. Feeling his obvious erection, Becca started to give him a mock lap dance. Well, what started as a joke didn’t remain one for long. As Becca moved her hips over Frank’s crotch, his face turned from laughing to serious. He slid his hands over her hips and guided her body. Becca too had turned serious in her work and moved in seductive ways.
I looked over to John, worried about his reaction, but to my surprise John only stared intently at his daughter’s display.
Becca too, looked at her father. She moaned and said “Is this Okay Daddy?” John, clearly drunk but not enough to not know what he was doing, only replied, “Yes baby.”
Those two words were the catalyst we all needed. Frank let his hands roam and unleashed Becca breasts from her bikini. Her two pale mounds were topped by perfectly pink and hard nipples. Frank took her nipples in his mouth and enjoyed her young body as she rode him.
John was transfixed and clearly stroking himself. Becca turned her body and continued to gyrate on Frank, but to allow her father a better view of her breasts. She then looked over at me. “Don’t be shy, Uncle Stan.”
Hearing her use my name like that enhanced how sexy her beckoning me was by ten fold. I stood up and made my way to her, not bothering to hide my massive erection from my colleagues. Becca wordlessly got off Frank and bent herself over the side of the hot tub. I needed no instruction and was past the point of feeling the need to check with John. I pulled off my swim trunks, slid Becca’s bikini to the side and entered her with a grunt. We all took our turns with the young slut, giving her as hard a fucking as she asked for. She was experienced and knew what she wanted, demanding we all fill her to the brim with our cum.
John was the last of us. By that time the alcohol had clearly worn off,but we were instead all disinhibited by lust. Watching John fuck his daughter was beyond erotic. They looked to be made to fit together as Becca’s pussy hungrily took in her father’s generous dick. Becca finished her father off in her mouth, seeming to want to savor every drop.
In the morning, after the guilt and fear had subsided, Frank and I agreed to also share our daughters, close after their 18th birthdays, with the group as a way to bring them into the fold. Our girls were still so young and classmates of each other at that time. We agreed that the experience had brought us all, including Becca, closer. Indeed, we all continued to have on and off trysts with her over the years, but also took a greater interest in her life and success. She was many years older now, married and with a daughter of her own. She still introduces us as “uncle” and enjoys us doting on her and her family.
Frank started the planning.” So should we talk about a date?”
John laughed,” Frank, you sound so eager, you old perv.”
Frank reacted in mock surprise, “Perv? Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t been looking forward to Sarah turning 18 for years. I’m tired of stealing glances at that body of hers. Plus, I really just want Stan to finally have what we have.” I couldn’t tell if his thinking of me was a cover for his own lust or real.
“Alright, I’ll buy it. I know my Becca’s life has been much better because of our arrangement and I know Stephanie’s will be too,” John relented.
I had to put aside my internal struggle. They were right. Giving up my only daughter to them would be hard, but if she consented, her life will be made easier by ten fold. Plus, I owed them.
We spent the rest of the meeting time discussing the plan of easing Sarah into our arrangement. We set the date for two weeks from that night.
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I started to prepare Sarah in the week after my meeting with John and Frank.
“Sarah honey?”
“Yes daddy?” she replied sweetly.
“Honey, make sure to not make any plans for next weekend? John invited us up to his cabin for the weekend. We are going to do some business, but I thought it would be fun for you to enjoy the lake and take some time away to de-stress from finals.”
Sarah jumped for joy, causing her chest to noticeably heave. “Yay! That sounds so fun. I promise I won’t make any plans. Is Stephanie going to be there?” Sarah and Stephanie had been friends for years.
“No sweetie. If you are OK with it, it’ll just be you for the weekend. Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I haven’t been swimming for ages! I’ll have to go shopping.”
She jumped up and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I blushed and felt a mix of arousal and guilt as I knew what lay in store for her. “Here take this.” I gave her my credit card, knowing instantly that I was using money to assuage my guilt.
Sarah loved to shop, so she grabbed my card, thanked me and sped out the door.
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The days leading up to the weekend away were excruciating. I knew I had to go through with it, for the sake of my colleagues and the sake of Sarah, but one could not blame me for not wanting to turn my daughter over to be fucked. At the same time I had a twist of guilt as I also had to admit that I was looking a bit forward to the experience with Sarah. With each passing day, my mind seemed to be opening more and more to seeing her in a sexual light. Each hug and kiss seemed to linger longer than usual. Her bra suddenly seemed to disappear when she was walking around the house in her t-shirts. We had always been very casual with our bodies in the house, but this seemed extra. I put it off as my imagination though.
The drive up to the cabin was mostly uneventful. We passed the time with dumb car games and talking about the future. I was occasionally distracted by the sight of Sarah’s long legs when she stretched herself out to put her feet on the dashboard. She was dressed in cut-off jean shorts, as if she jumped straight out of a teen road trip movie.
Eventually we pulled off the highway and made our way up into the mountains on a winding road. With each minute that passed we saw less stores and more trees. By noon, the road had turned from asphalt to dirt, and we finally made it to John’s lakeside cabin. John’s Range Rover and Frank’s X5 were already parked in front.
We unloaded the car and headed inside to start our weekend. Despite the cars in front, when we opened the door we were greeted with an empty house. Splashing sounds and the smell of BBQ showed us the way, and we headed to the back.
John’s cabin was situated on a very private and idyllic lake. We were met with inviting clear blue waters that were perfectly still, a clear sky and lush green trees. John looked over from the grill and shot us a huge grin. “Welcome!” he bellowed. “Come grab some grub.”