Hello, everyone. Warnings: Incest, Male-Female-Female, Lesbian sex, Dominance/submission. I wrote this story purely because fans like you have asked me to write more stories, so please leave a comment if you love it or hate it. And as always, enjoy.
There I was, holding up a sign that read "Emma" at the airport. My six foot two inch height helped to see over the crowd. I just hoped my daughter recognized me now that I was wearing a beard. It was trim, but my black hair obscured my face. My bright brown eyes were locked on the exit gate.
It helped that she was attending college near to my home, of course, but still, I felt like this would give me a chance to recoup so many of those lost years. School started in an week, so I promised her one last vacation at our family lakehouse before we went home and settled in.
She was talking to someone, a girl beside her. About the same age, this one was four or five inches taller, with long bare legs, wearing cutoff shorts. It looked like she was wearing a bikini under a loose top that hung down one shoulder. She had red-dyed hair and blue eyes. Both girls were in sandals, chatting and giggling while their heads swiveled around.
She looked in my direction, pointed at me, and said something to her friend. Then she waved and called, "Hi, Daddy!"
"Oh!" I said as my daughter crashed into my arms.
"Hi, babygirl," I said, looking down at her. "I've missed you."
I held her tight, feeling her small, warm body against my chest; my sign had dropped to the ground. I didn't want to say anything, just hold her all day.
"Oh," Emma said, pulling away. "Daddy, this is my friend, Ivy. Ivy, my daddy, Ethan Clark."
"Nice to meet you," I said, taking Ivy's hand. I noticed she had green painted nails and red lipstick. She batted her eyes at me and gave me a sexy smile with pouting lips. This girl was a maneater. I knew it the moment I saw her. With tits that probably had her reaching for Tylenol for backaches and an ass that her shorts could barely contain, not to mention a beautiful face, this girl could do some damage. As it was, more than a few men were taking glances at her around the airport. I wasn't quite sure what to say to her.
"It was kinda last minute..."
I laughed. I respected the girl's honesty, and the sideways compliment. "Right."
I raised an eyebrow. "Good. I like how she thinks, but I hate to think you lie to me so often that your friend had to tell you not to."
"We'll see about that," Ivy said, smirking. "Emma, you did not tell me your daddy was so fucking sexy."
"And I wouldn't have if you had told me he's a fox."
"Yes, Sir," Ivy said. "If that's okay."
"Yes!" she said. "By the way, I totally told her to tell you I was coming."
The girls handed me their suitcases, one in each hand, and I rolled them out as I led the way. "Did you girls have a nice flight?" I asked, as we crossed the street outside the airport. It was a warm day and I had to squint as the afternoon sun hit my eyes.
"The food sucked," Ivy said. "And there was nothing good to drink."
Ivy smirked. "Mr. Clark, you've known me for five minutes, and already you've figured me out."
"No, we ate on the plane."
"Aw," Emma said, lowering her head. I was busy loading the bags into the trunk. Just as I shut it, I saw Ivy climbing into the front seat and Emma opening the back door.
Ivy looked up. "What?"
"Daddy, it's okay," Emma said. "She called it."
I looked down at her. "Ivy, Emma is up front. In the back, now. Don't argue with me."
Ivy seemed to wink at Emma. Emma's head was down in embarrassment.
"What?" I said.
"It's okay," Ivy said. "Your daddy wants me to sit in the back, and I'll obey."
I sighed. "Fine, if you want, but it's an hour to the lakehouse."
"Thank you, Mr. Clark." Ivy hugged me too. It was nice being sandwiched between all this young flesh. I wrapped my arms around both of them and returned the hug.
"I'm glad you're here, baby," I said. "I'm glad you brought a friend too."
"Sure," I said. "I know how hard it was leaving your home. I'm sure you'll Miss Ivy once school starts and she has to go home."
"Okay, tell him," Ivy said, slapping Emma's hip, near her behind. My neck turned to catch it as I heard the sound.
"Just tell him now and get it over with," Ivy said. She gave my daughter another slap on the ass. "Tell him."
Emma took a deep breath. "Daddy." She exhaled. "I can't..."
"You can call me Ethan, you know," I interrupted.
"Yes, fine," I said. "Just tell me what's going on."
"Okay?" I said, immediately suspecting where this was going.
"It's true, she is," Emma said, nodding. "But she can do so much more, Daddy, she's so smart."
I gripped the steering wheel. "Emma... this is something you should have discussed with me long before now."
"I told her to ask you so many times, Sir. She was just scared you'd say no, so I told her if you say no, I'll go home at the end of the week."
"Emma, don't tell him that part," Ivy said.
"Tell him, Ivy."
I sighed. "Great."
"Tell him the rest," Ivy said.
"Just tell him, tell him everything."
"Just do it. It'll be easier now than later."
"No, but..." Emma started. "Ivy, I'm way too embarrassed. You tell him," Emma said, keeping her eyes down.
"Fine, I'll tell him," Ivy said.
"Sir, Emma's bi."
"Bisexual," Ivy said.
"And so am I," Ivy said.
"You're not a lesbian," Ivy said. She looked at me. "She thinks she's a lesbian, but I told her once we get to college, I'll find her a nice guy so she can at least try some cock before she swears off it."
"Sorry," Ivy repeated.
She nodded. "Yes, but I am a lesbian. I don't want a boyfriend."
"She's not a lesbian, Sir," Ivy said. "Trust me, she's just inexperienced."
"Yes," Emma said.
"Sort of?" Emma said.
"With each other's permission!"
"Sorry, Daddy," Emma said.
I shook my head. "Emma, it was wrong of you to keep this from me, but now that I know, I'm not going to turn your friend away, let alone your girlfriend. I just wish you had been more comfortable telling me about your life." I sighed. "As long as you're happy. You're 18 and you have to make your own choices."
"Aw, Sir, you are the best Daddy ever. Well, second best."
"Okay, enough about me," Ivy said. "I want to know all about you, Sir. We should get to know each other if we'll be living together."
"Well, Emma didn't tell me anything about you, especially the sexy part."
I chuckled. "Thanks."
"How long have you had it like this, Daddy," Emma asked.
"I like it too," Ivy said.
"What else... You're not married, right?" Ivy asked.
"And you're not dating?" Ivy asked.
"Hush," Ivy said, slapping Emma's upraised butt cheek again.
Ivy grinned. "Just wondering who else might be around the house. I need to know more about you."
"Ivy Venin. It's French," Ivy said with a smile. "Next question?"
"Ask me anything," she said. "I'm an open book and always honest."
"Well, I do appreciate honesty," I said.
"You know, you can really just call me Ethan."
"Oh, I don't know. I guess 'Sir' is fine."
Ivy hugged Emma from behind with her one arm.
"Emma has called me 'Daddy' forever," I said.
"Really?" I said with a laugh "Well go ahead if you want."
I shrugged. "Sure. I'm used to it."
I looked at her. She looked back, right into my eyes, batting her eyelashes at me. Her tongue came out and she licked her lips. I returned my attention to the road. I knew right then, in that very moment, it was a matter of time before I fucked this girl. The look she had just given me with her lusty eyes said it all. She wanted to fuck. She was just trying to work out when, how, where, if Emma would let her. But if this girl, if Ivy was under my roof for the next two years, going to college, wearing the ridiculously unnecessarily sexy things girls her age wear, like she was wearing today, showing off those long legs, those tits of hers, fighting their way out of her shirt. It was a matter of time. Fuck, if that happened, I could lose my daughter. It would devastate Emma. I had to be careful not to let this girl seduce me. Maybe it was good that she called me daddy. I could think of her as a daughter and keep her at arm's length. Maybe.
"Me too," Ivy said. "You had more questions?"
"Bisexual," Ivy corrected.
"Hush," Ivy said, giving another light slap on my daughter's butt cheek. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Ivy leaned toward me, putting her elbow on the console between the seats. "Oh I'm definitely on top."
"Uh huh," I said. "How long have you two been dating, and how did it happen?"
I rubbed face for a moment. "You can edit the sex stuff and just give me the highlights."
I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and then at Ivy and Emma, who were both looking at me, one with more lusty eyes than the other and a knowing smirk. I admit I wanted to know all the details.
"Well, I moved last year to Emma's neighborhood, right at the start of my senior year. I had just turned 18. My dad got a new job, and my mom is a flight attendant and is always gone for days at a time. I had no friends at school until I met Emma, and we hit it off."
"So we got to talking, and she told me how shy she was with boys, and I told her I'd help her learn to talk to boys. Boys are always asking me out."
I held up the sign a little higher. I hadn't seen my daughter in a year. She always visited me in the summer. But this wasn't just any summer; this was the summer I got my little girl back. After a long and bitter divorce five years ago, my little girl was finally moving out of her mother's house -- now that she was 18 and had finished high school -- and coming to live with me.
I was giddy. I couldn't stop the smile on my face, and it was starting to hurt my cheeks. There she was, coming toward me, wearing a white tank top, the straps of her black bra visible over her shoulder. Her hair had changed. It was dyed blond, her black roots just starting to show. She was still just over five feet tall, thin and small chested, but with ample hips and a bright smile that was infections.
"Emma!" I called.
They both came over. My daughter was shoved forward just before she reached me by her friend, saying, "Hug him!"
Emma giggled and looked up at me. "Hi, Daddy."
"Me too. It's so good to be back."
"Ahem," her friend said.
"Duh, Clark, I know your last name already," Ivy said. She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you. Mr. Clark."
"You didn't tell me you were bringing a friend," I said to Emma.
"No, it wasn't," Ivy said. "Don't lie to him. He's too smart for that. She just didn't want you to tell her no."
"Sorry, Daddy," Emma said, looking embarrassed. "Ivy tells me I shouldn't lie to you."
"Well, not about big stuff..."
"Oh my God!" Emma said, covering her face. "You promised not to embarrass me in the first 10 minutes."
I blushed, but I laughed it off. "All right then. I guess you're sticking with Emma for the last week of vacation?"
I smiled. "I'm not going to put you back on a flight, so yes, it's okay."
"I believe you," I said, glancing at Emma.
"Come on, let's get out of the airport," I said. "Let me take your luggage."
"Yes, Daddy," Emma said
"They wouldn't serve you alcohol, huh?"
I laughed. "Are you girls hungry? Do you need something to eat before we head to the lakehouse?"
"I call front!" Ivy yelled as we reached the car.
"Hold up," I said. I came over to the passenger side and opened the door. "Out."
"Out. Emma's up front."
"I got here first," Ivy said.
A smile spread across Ivy's face. "Yes, Sir. Whatever you'd like."
"Wait, Daddy," Emma said. "Can Ivy sit up front with me?
"We ride in front together a lot in our friends' cars. It's totally normal; we fit."
"Please, Daddy. Can't we both sit up front?"
"Thank you, Daddy!" Emma hugged me.
The girls climbed into the car. Ivy was on bottom with my daughter's leg on her lap, the other leg on the seat. Somehow, they got the seatbelt around both of them. I pulled out and got on the road.
"Really, you are?"
Emma gulped. "Yeah."
"But, but, Ivy..."
I raised an eyebrow. It was clear who was in charge. "Tell me what?"
Ivy rolled her eyes. "Mr. Clark—"
"I actually prefer Sir," she said with a smile. "May I call you Sir?"
"Sir, when Emma told me you offered to let her come live with you and pay for her school, she didn't want to go at first, because she'd miss me."
"Well, I told her she should go," Ivy continued. "It's important for her. Myself, I never thought I would go to college, but she said if I went, she'd go too, and it would be good for my future or whatever."
"I was totally going to be a stripper, actually."
"Oh, yeah," Ivy said. "I'm a good dancer."
"Anyway, Sir, Emma was supposed to ask you, but obviously she never did, so now I have to ask if you'd let me stay at your house, with Emma, and go to school. I have money for my own tuition. I just don't have a place to stay."
"I know, Daddy, I know. I'm so sorry. I offered to let her live with us, and I know I should have asked first, but but --"
"Daddy, please, you can't say no, she's homeless now."
"Homeless?" I said.
Ivy rolled her eyes. "My Daddy is in prison, and my mom hates me. She threw me out when I finished school. I've been living at Emma's house with your ex-wife. She's a real bitch. I see why you divorced her. She told me I had to move out once Emma left."
"Daddy, you know how horrible mom can be. I couldn't stay there but I couldn't leave Ivy behind either."
"Huh? You mean that we're... No, not yet."
"Ivy, please, one thing at a time."
"Tell me what now? Is there another girl coming to live with me next week?" I asked.
"Okay, someone tell me," I said, getting annoyed.
"Thank you," Emma said.
"Bye?" I echoed. "Bye what?"
"Oh." I said "Oh!" I realized. "Oh..." I understood.
"Actually I'm a lesbian," Emma added.
"Okay, whoa, geez," I said.
"Just watch your mouth," I said.
"Emma, is this true?"
"I don't care if you're a lesbian. I just wish you would have felt comfortable telling me this sooner," I said.
"Are you two...?"
"Sort of," Ivy said.
"We agreed to be steady with each other, but we also agreed if we find boys, we could have sex with them."
"Okay, enough!" I said. "I don't want to hear this conversation. Like at all. Stop, both of you."
"Sorry, Sir," Ivy added. "So, can I stay?"
"Thank you, Daddy," Emma said.
I cracked a smile. "Gee thanks."
"Sure. What did you want to know?"
"God, Ivy," Emma said.
"I love your beard. Very masculine."
"Since the winter," I said. "I like it."
I glanced at her. She was smirking at me. Was this girl flirting with me?
"No. Not since Emma's mother and I divorced."
"Good?" I said.
"So embarrassing," Emma whispered.
"No, I'm not. Why?"
"I'm the one who doesn't know anything about you. I don't even know your last name."
"It's true, Daddy," Emma said. "Ivy just says whatever's on her mind. She has zero tact."
"So ask and you'll receive, Sir."
"Oh no," she said. "I don't like that. It's not respectful. But if you don't like 'Sir,' what would you like me to call you?"
"I wish I could call you Daddy. Emma's so lucky. She gets to call you daddy."
"Aw," Emma said. "I am lucky. He's a good daddy."
"I wish I could too," Ivy said.
"Seriously?" Ivy said.
"Mmm," Ivy moaned in her throat. "Maybe something of both... Sir Daddy. Mmm." She did it again. "Sir Daddy. I like that." She giggled.
"Good," I said at last. "I like it too. I want you to be comfortable with me if were going to be living together."
"Yes," I said. I wanted to remind her she was still dating my daughter. "Tell me, what made you two become lesbians? I'm curious."
"Lesbian here," Emma double corrected.
I chuckled. "I think I see who's on top and who's on bottom here. I've heard lesbians always have a top and a bottom."
"I'm definitely bottom," Emma put in with a blush.
"Well," Ivy said. "It's a long story, and it's filled with sex."
"No way," she said. "Sex is part of the story. You need it. Do you want to hear it or not?"
"Okay, go ahead."
"Definitely," Emma put in.