Allison and the Primdales
Chapter 95: Sexual Intervention

Copyright© 2009 by Daddycums

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 95: Sexual Intervention - A stunningly beautiful and sexually liberated woman marries into a wealthy yet strictly conservative family. The result? A stepmother who's wicked in all the right ways!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Incest   Brother   Sister   Father   Daughter   DomSub   Light Bond   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   First   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Sex Toys   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Slow  

Greg felt horrible. It was the worst feeling in the whole world, knowing that he had just seduced his own daughter. That wasn't something that happened in real life; it only happened in the news, to people that he didn't know. But he had just become one of those monsters.

Brit's reaction was completely opposite. "Oh thank you, Daddy!" Brit whispered in his ear, hugging him to her. "You've made me so happy."

"Happy?" he mumbled, astonished.

"I've seen the way you kept stealing glances at Kari and Crystal and the other girls. Never at me, though. I was beginning to think you didn't think I was pretty."

"Pretty? I think you're beautiful," he said, almost automatically. It was the type of thing fathers said to their daughters when they were feeling self-conscious. My daughter! he thought. What have I done? Brit, can you ever forgive me? Do I even deserve to be forgiven?

"I know, Daddy," Brit replied. "Now I know for sure, because you've just proven it."

"Brit ... I..." he stammered. What was he supposed to say? What should a father tell his daughter in a situation like this? But he was operating in a place far out of the rules, because fathers were never supposed to be in this situation in the first place.

"I love you so much, Daddy," Brit said. "Ever since Jeff and I stopped being together, I've been feeling so lonely, especially because I felt so guilty for letting you down. I thought maybe I was a bad person, because even my own daddy was avoiding me."

Was that what she thought? True, he had scolded her a couple of times for getting fresh with him, and he had tried to hide how attracted he was toward her, plus with Crystal flirting with him so much he had spent a good deal of his time trying to fend off the girl's advances, but he certainly hadn't been trying to avoid Brit.

"How could you believe a thing like that, Angel?" he asked. At least this was familiar territory. He could at least tell her he loved her, because that much was true. While he was being truthful, and since there was no point denying it any more, he might as well confess a few more things to her. "Brit, I love you more than you could possibly imagine. The reason I've been cold toward you," he said, "is because I'm attracted to you in ways I shouldn't be. I was afraid of lowering my guard because I could end up..."

"Doing exactly what you did to me?" Brit giggled. "Good. I'm glad you let down your defenses. Now I know just how much you love me."

That put him in a terribly awkward position. He should admit that it had been Crystal that he was trying to seduce, to get any thought out of her mind that he had done this on purpose. On the other hand, if he told her that, it would be a terrible blow to her self-esteem. After she bore her heart to him, to tell her he hadn't done it on purpose would embarrass her, turning this into a painful and degrading memory. But if he let her think that it wasn't a mistake, would she expect him to do it again?

To do it again ... that was a shockingly pleasant thought. To come up here night after night after night...

No! he screamed inside his head. He couldn't do that to his angel. His sweet, beautiful, sexy little girl. How young, how innocent, how adorable.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Brit, his little baby. He could get used to this.

Then he pulled back, and rolled over off of her. What was he doing? How could he even think those things about her? She was his daughter!

It certainly didn't help when she climbed on top of him and lay her head on his chest. The feeling of her body against his was almost more than he could bear. It wasn't fair! A father shouldn't have such an irresistible beauty for a daughter. How could he hope to fight these feelings when she was just so damn gorgeous?

"Your heart's pounding," Brit commented.

"I suppose it is," he replied.

"Why?"

He sighed. "Because I'm scared."

"Why are you scared, Daddy?"

"Because I don't know what to do. I know what we just did is wrong. I know we should never do it again; we shouldn't have done it in the first place. But I'm scared that I'm not strong enough."

"I don't want you to be strong," she told him.

"I'm sorry, Angel, but that's just making it harder for me. Please, Brit. Do you mind if we stop talking about it right now? I'm too confused; maybe in the morning I'll be able to think straight."

"Are you mad at me, Daddy?" she asked.

"Mad at you? What for?"

"For wanting you like this. For tempting you. For ... seducing you."

"Of course I'm not mad at you. What happened tonight was completely my fault, not yours."

"You're saying that like you think it was bad that we did it."

"It was bad, honey. That's just it. It was a horrible thing for me to do to you."

"I didn't think so."

"I know. That's the one thing that I'm happy about. I'm glad that I didn't hurt you."

"But you're not happy that we did it in the first place?"

"I don't know. That's the part that's confusing me. How can I be happy about something so wrong? But how can it be so wrong if it felt so good? I'm sorry, baby. I know I'm not making any sense. That's why I think we should just go to sleep now, and talk about it again in the morning. Is that all right?"

"Okay, Daddy. As long as you're not mad at me. I couldn't stand it if you were."

"I'm not mad at you, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"I want you to say something. Say, 'I love you. Good night.'"

"I love you. Good night," he repeated.

"Thank you, daddy. I love you too. Good night."


He awoke to the feeling of sweet, loving lips pressed to his. "Oh, Brit," he sighed.

"Not quite," an amused voice said. "Guess again."

He opened his eyes. Allison knelt by the bed, a grin on her face.

He gasped as he realized that his daughter was still lying on top of him, and they were both naked.

Allison put a finger to her lips to silence him. She nodded toward Brit's face as the girl slumbered peacefully away. Greg watched in astonishment as his wife leaned over and kissed Brit on the forehead.

"Looks like you missed," Allison whispered with a smile.

"Missed?" he whispered back.

"Yes, you hit the wrong target, dear. Not that I blame you."

"You're not ... you're not angry?"

"Angry? I'm overjoyed," she replied. "These past few months you haven't been fun at all, always worried about your feelings for your daughter but too scared to do anything about them. I've been waiting a long time for you to decide one way or the other, and I'm glad you finally made your decision."

"But I didn't--"

"I know. You were aiming for Crystal. That doesn't really change anything, though. Now that you've finally slept with your daughter, there will be no more what-ifs. Now you'll see first hand the consequences of your actions, so you'll be able to more easily make the decision of whether to continue the relationship."

"Continue ... what are you saying, Allison?"

"I'm saying that if you're worried about whether I would approve, I do. I want you to love your daughter in whatever way makes you happy."

"But what about Brit? It's her happiness I'm worried about."

"If this scene played out last night anything like our conversation, then that means she knew what she was doing, and was perfectly willing to do it. Before you start feeling guilty, remember one thing. She said yes."

Greg sighed. He didn't know what to think. He figured a good night's sleep would clear his head, but it hadn't helped. The truth was that he had just seduced his own daughter, and nothing would change that fact.

One thing was for sure; he couldn't face Brit right now. Being careful not to wake her, he got out of bed and threw on his robe, then with Allison by his side he left the room to make his way downstairs.


As soon as he was gone, Crystal leaned over the side of the bed and gazed down at Brit, who opened her eyes and smiled.

"How did it go last night?" asked Crystal.

"I just had sex with my daddy," Brit grinned. "I loved it."

"From the sounds he was making, I could tell that he loved it too. I think our problems are just about over."


Greg didn't know what to think. How could he have done that to his little girl? Granted, he hadn't planned it that way, but just the fact that he had just had sex with his own daughter wasn't something he could easily get over. The worst part about it was that he didn't even feel disgusted by it. He should be sick with revulsion, but somehow that part of him was numb, leaving only the excitement and thrill at having made love to such a gorgeous girl.

Even when Allison joined him in the shower and washed his back, he was too distracted to enjoy it. He was just too confused right now. He didn't even know how he was supposed to feel about what happened, much less be able to figure out where to go from here. The warm water splashing on his body, which usually relaxed him and helped him to think, did nothing for him today. After getting out of the shower, drying himself off, and throwing on his clothes, he simply told Allison, "I'm going for a drive," and promptly left the house.


Allison didn't waste any time, but immediately set to work telling everyone the news. She told Rachael first, who immediately ran up to Brit's room to give her a hug of congratulations. Alya and Lissa were next, and they also went in to talk to Brit about it. Allison left it up to Brit, however, to tell her brother.

She knocked on his bedroom door and entered, finding him just waking up. She came and sat down on his bed, surprising him by taking his hand.

"Well," she said, "it's happened."

"What's happened?" he asked.

"Last night I had sex with Daddy."

"Oh," he said, staring at the floor. "I see."

"Jeff," said Brit, "how ... how are you feeling?"

"Great," he smiled. "It looks like the plan is really coming along now."

"That's not what I meant," she said. "I mean, does it bother you that Daddy and I had sex?"

He sighed. "A little, but not nearly as much as I expected. These past few weeks I've thought long and hard about it. Look Brit, I would love nothing more than to be able to have you all to myself. But that's hardly fair because you've always been willing to share me with Kari and Crystal. Even Allison sometimes."

"But I was never exclusive to you, Jeff. I was Crystal's girlfriend first, remember."

"I know, but it's different with another man. I think it's just a selfish streak that all men have, a certain possessiveness. But the truth is that, when it comes right down to it, I don't really mind you getting together with Dad. All of the jealousy, envy, anger, even hatred that I had expected just isn't there."

"I hope that doesn't mean you're not in love with me anymore," she teased.

"I think it's all right with me because I'm in love with you. I'm willing to do anything to be together with you, even share you with Dad. Besides, I get Allison out of the deal, so it's not like I'm losing out," he grinned.

"Hey!"

"But seriously, I think things are going to work out. We're on the verge of something wonderful here, so I'm sure not going to spoil it with a little jealousy or bitterness."

"I hope you're right," smiled Brit.

The two of them descended the stairs to meet the others, who all seemed to be happy about what had happened. It was a victory of sorts, a win for all of them and not just Brit.

Crystal was already on the phone with her sister telling her the news, and Kari decided to come over to talk with Brit about it. Allison suggested that once everyone was together, that they all stay in the house. It was time to for all of their planning from the beginning of summer to pay off.


When Greg arrived home, Allison immediately approached him. "Greg," she said, "we need to talk."

"Yes we do," he replied. "But I think I should have a talk with Brit alone first."

"And I think you shouldn't."

He stared at her, wondering what she meant by that. Did she think if he spent five minutes alone with his daughter he would make the same mistake as last night?

"Greg," she said with a reassuring voice, "what happened between Brit and you affects the whole family. I talked to them all about it this morning, so there's no use hiding or denying anything. The only thing to do is decide where we want to go from here."

Greg sighed. While he would have preferred to keep this a secret, everyone would have found out about it eventually anyway, so perhaps it was better that Allison tell them right away.

"I'd like to have a family council," said Allison. "And that includes not only the Primdales, but Rachael, Alya, Kari, and Crystal. They're practically family anyway."

He nodded. Better to get this over with.

She led him downstairs to the rec room, the least imposing room in the house. Greg sat down on the couch while she called down everyone else. When Brit arrived, he just couldn't make himself look her in the eyes. Not after what had happened.

After everyone took seats around the room, Allison stood and faced them.

"It's time we made a decision," she said. "By now most of you are aware that Greg and Brit made love last night. That shouldn't come as a shock to anyone; it was only a matter of time. But what that means is that everyone in this family has had some kind of incestuous relationship with another member of the family."

"In other words, you're a family of perverts," Kari laughed.

"Basically, yes," Allison smiled. "But that's only a label that society has come up with to frown upon such activities. I personally see no problem with it."

"No problem with it?" asked Greg. "It doesn't bother you that Brit and I ... I mean..."

"Brit," said Allison. "I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to answer truthfully. Do you love your father?"

"Of course I do!" she smiled.

"Do you feel any kind of anger toward him about what happened last night?"

"No. I really enjoyed it."

"Do you feel any guilt? Any shame? Any negative emotions at all?"

"The only thing I feel bad about," she replied, "is that Daddy feels bad about it."

"Fair enough. Now Greg, it's time for you to be honest. Why do you feel bad about what happened?"

"Because I could have hurt Brit. Oh god, I could have ruined the life of my little angel!"

"Brit, did Greg ruin your life?" asked Allison.

"Of course not!"

"So let's not talk about 'could have's' or 'should have's'. Greg, Brit is just fine. Better than fine. So there's no point feeling bad about the consequences, because from what I can see, they're all positive."

"Positive?" he asked. "But this is so wrong!"

"Why?"

"Because fathers aren't supposed to have sex with their daughters."

"Who says?"

"Well, the law, for one thing. I mean, this is illegal."

"When was the last time you drove over the speed limit?"

"That's not fair."

"Yes it is," she insisted. "The way I see it, the laws are there to protect us from the 'could have's'. The speed limit is to keep us from getting in accidents. Laws against incest are to keep men from ruining the lives of their daughters, like you thought you might have done. But we can see now that that didn't happen. So in our particular case, the law serves no purpose whatsoever."

 
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