Sweet Little Secrets by eroslit
“So, is this the trip you’re finally going to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Fuck dad.”
Michael’s twin sister Emily looked up from her phone with wide eyes. “Michael Bryson! What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’ve been flirting with him for a couple years now,” Michael said calmly. “I’ve seen how you give him views down your blouse or up your little skirts. I know you want him and I just figured this trip would give you ample opportunities. Plus, you got your hair cut almost exactly like mom’s.”
“Are you insane?” Emily replied. “Really, get help.”
“I saw him hug you at our eighteenth birthday party. I saw his hand creep down to your ass and how you smiled up at him. You were grinding against his crotch.”
“I was NOT,” she insisted. “He’s my father, for fuck’s sake.”
Emily wasn’t as mad at Michael for suggesting she have sex with their dad as much as she hated that he once again read her mind. Twins were like that and Michael and Emily were especially close. They sensed things friends never could. They were open books to each other and, as always, Michael knew how this one ended.
“I would no sooner fuck dad than…than…,” Emily stammered.
“See,” Michael laughed. “You can’t even name anyone. You’ve been through half the football team. Why stop now?”
“Well, name a cheerleader you haven’t done yet, Mr. Starting Quarterback.”
“You.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Emily said dryly.
“I suppose all those times with Tom Hilton were just practice so dad wouldn’t be disappointed,” Michael said.
Emily stifled her laugh. “It wasn’t that good.”
The trip in question was a celebration of the twins graduating and before they headed to college. Their parents, among the richest in hometown Victoria, rented a luxury condo overlooking the beaches of Ft. Myers and the Gulf of Mexico. It would be a week of sun and fun. One last family gathering before the kids went off to school.
Genetics were kind to Michael and Emily. Their father, Daniel, and mother, Sarah, were both intelligent and beautiful. The children inherited all of that and then some. Emily, in particular, was used to getting whatever she wanted and her tastes were expensive. A price could not be assigned to what she wanted the most, however.
Daniel Bryson was a doctor. Several female patients and a handful of nurses each could have been his for the taking. Each time he declined, choosing instead to remain faithful to Sarah, a successful attorney. Sarah’s brief stint as a model in college was set aside to pursue her legal career and agencies continued to contact her even into her forties. It was flattering, but not a path she wanted to take.
The condo was even better than the photos online indicated when Daniel reserved it. It had three big bedrooms and an open floorplan with fantastic views from both the main living area and the loft upstairs. The bedrooms provided plenty of privacy and the great room allowed for comfortable interaction between people. Michael and Emily were even more impressed with the condo when they learned of the jet skis that came with it.
Sarah was more interested in the fashion malls nearby and Daniel with the fishing charters. All in all, there was something for everyone.
Despite all of his sister’s protests, Michael was confident he was right about her intentions with Daniel. To that end, he decided to do his best to provide her with as many occasions as possible to be alone with their dad. He would worry later about how to extract the truth out of her about what they did. Michael knew which buttons to press to get her to confess. He only wished he had made a bet with her; a bet he knew he would win.
Emily always wore revealing bikinis, but she bought an unusually skimpy one for this trip. Though her breasts were average, at best, the top accentuated them perfectly. It was her ass that she believed her father might be more interested in, so she made sure the bottoms were as tight…and showed as much…as possible. It was as close to a thong as Emily would ever wear.
Michael smiled when Emily began wearing the bikini the first full day they were at the condo. It had a matching cover which she seemed to shed whenever Daniel was around.
‘And so, the quest begins,’ Michael thought to himself.
A few hours later, with Sarah shopping and Michael still on the beach, Emily found herself alone with her father in the kitchen. It was not difficult for her to maneuver close to Daniel in the surprisingly small space, compared to the rest of the condo.
“Do you like my bikini, Daddy?”
“Of course, hon. You always look great,” he replied, reaching for a plate.
She edged closer. “Are you going to swim?”
“Eventually,” Daniel answered. “It’s not my favorite thing, but I will.”
His back was to her. Emily moved forward until they touched.
“I think you look great, too,” she said almost in a whisper.
Her hands were on his hips. Daniel hesitated while making his sandwich, unsure what to do or say.
Emily said, “I’d love to see you in a swimsuit.”
Her hands crept around his waist and began to drop down the front of his shorts. Their bodies were now firmly together.
“I bet mom does, too,” she said with her fingers just inches from his crotch.
“Um, Emily….”
She kissed his ear. “Before we leave, I’d love to thank you properly for letting us come down here.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Daniel said nervously.
“But I want to.”
Emily brushed one hand across his crotch, catching just a hint of his budding erection.
She said, “I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”
Daniel hurriedly finished preparing the sandwich and forced his way out of Emily’s grasp.
“We’ll see,” Daniel replied on his way to the couch, leaving a grinning Emily behind.
She was used to her father’s noncommittal response. She’d heard it her entire life. This time she would not leave anything to chance.
Daniel was shaken by the experience, but not dismayed. He long questioned the forbidden feelings he had for Emily and put them off as natural happenings between father and daughter. He watched her grow into the lovely young woman she was, oftentimes having to remind himself that she was Emily and not Sarah. She was not there for his taking. Now, all those feelings boiled inside him with knowledge that Emily was at least, possibly, open to his acting upon them.
Daniel could only eat half the sandwich. His stomach churned.
When Sarah returned, Daniel and Michael were inside and Emily was back on the beach. Sarah laid her purchases on the bed for Daniel to admire, although all he saw were dollar signs in his head. They could afford indulgences, but his humble upbringing still made him question some of his wife’s spending habits. After hanging up the clothes and storing away the shoes, Sarah wandered into the great room and kitchen.
After eating a salad, she changed into a bathing suit and joined Emily.
When the girls came in an hour later, the condo was seemingly empty. Emily went up to her bedroom in the loft. Sarah took the beach towels and walked down the hall to the laundry room. On her way, she passed Michael’s bedroom and saw him playing video games. Wearing nothing but his Speedo, Sarah had to admit he was a good-looking kid. She threw the towels in the washer and headed back, deciding to stop at Michael’s door.