A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 12
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 12 - This series is a collaboration between myself and Big Ed Magusson. A Fresh Start is the first book in An Amber’s World story. Fresh off the divorce, he can’t help wondering if life will be the same when Amber and Joe visit—from the daily routine, lifestyle, and everything else. There was a certain... some might call it different, way of life before, but has that changed at all? He’ll have to take it one day at a time. With Amber, that promised lot
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Incest Brother Father Daughter Masturbation Voyeurism Nudism
The last thing I was expecting was a message from my ex. I called her back and it was obvious she wasn’t at home. I could hear the sounds of a bar in the background. For whatever reason, that annoyed me. When I heard a guy’s voice demanding to know who she was talking to, that really angered me.
It was stupid for me to get angry about her being out at a bar with a guy. She had a boyfriend. The guy just sounded like an ass. According to what little I had gleamed from the kids, he was a jerk, but not all the time. I didn’t like him.
The conversation between us was short. She wanted to talk about when I was coming back to town and crap like that. She had some sort of scheme she was trying to put together, but I wasn’t playing along. I told her I hadn’t planned on coming back anytime soon. She didn’t like that, but it was what it was. I told her I needed to go and hung up on her when she started asking me about some of our old friends, the couples we swung with.
I returned from taking my call to find both kids back on their own beds. Amber had turned on the TV and actually found something good—an old rerun of Night Court. The one where Dan’s boss’s niece was trying to seduce him. I looked a bit closer and smirked. The niece was played by Teri Hatcher, pre-Friends. I was amused that the show was still in syndication.
“Who was that?” Amber asked with a nod at my phone.
“Your mom. She wanted to know if I was going to be visiting over the Fourth, but I already have other plans.”
“Oh. Okay.” Amber looked a little bummed at that announcement but took in stride.
“Hey, Dad?” Joe said.
“Yeah?”
“Can we get home by lunch tomorrow? The tournament starts at one, and I was hoping to get some warm-up games in before that.”
“Sure.”
I climbed onto my own bed and settled in to watch the show.
The next morning, I awoke before either of the kids. I took care of my ablutions and then decided on a shower. When I returned to the main room, Amber was sitting up and checking her phone. She gave me a quick glance before returning to her phone. I quietly began packing up the kids’ swimsuits and clothes from the drive up here. I didn’t want to wake Joe quite yet.
Amber put her phone away and hopped off the bed. She headed to the bathroom and quickly closed the door. I was debating whether I wanted to put on clothes yet. Amber came running back out of the bathroom. I heard the shower running and watched her as she started digging into her bag. She’s forgotten something.
When she pulled out her razor, I smirked. There was one thing that she would never take a shower without—her razor. Her pussy needed to be kept perfectly smooth, or she would be complaining about it all day long. I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but you try listening to a whining fourteen-year-old girl for hours on end in a car and tell me it wouldn’t get on your nerves too!
“Can’t forget that!” I said with a grin.
“God no!” she agreed, and Joe started chuckling. He was obviously awake now. Amber turned and glared at him. “Must have been some dream.”
I looked at Joe and saw what Amber noticed. Even with Joe’s legs partially obscuring his morning wood, she’d seen it like it had a flashing light attached to it. I swear, if the room had been completely dark, she would still be able to see his hard-on. It was a talent, there was no questioning that.
I chuckled. It didn’t have to be a dream for him to have morning wood, but I didn’t feel like explaining that to her.
“He’ll have to take care of it,” Amber said, like it was a forgone conclusion.
“Maybe.” I shrugged. It would go down on its own if he waited long enough. Assuming his little sister didn’t do something to reignite it again.
“He should,” Amber replied, making it clear she wanted to watch when he did.
“Only if he wants to,” I said. “It’s not like it’s going to be his only erection of the day.”
“Yeah, I know,” Amber laughed. “I bet he gets at least three more before we get home.”
Joe just grumbled under his breath. He pulled his legs up and used his knees to hold up the sheet, effectively hiding his erection from her gaze.
“Get in there and take a shower already,” I said and waved her off towards the bathroom.
Amber was in the shower for almost a half an hour and when she came out, she was all smiles.
“Smooth as a baby’s butt!” Amber announced as she ran the tips of her fingers over her freshly shaved mound.
“That’s great.” I shook my head. “Now get dressed.”
“Daddy!” Amber complained.
“Joe, your turn.”
Amber’s eyes homed in on Joe as he climbed out from the under the sheets on the pullout. He was completely soft. Amber looked shocked at that and gave me a “what the hell” look. I just started laughing as Joe slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
“Did he?” Amber questioned.
“Nope.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, like she didn’t believe me.
“Why would I lie about something like that?”
“I just wanted to watch,” Amber complained. She flopped down on the bed, defeated.
I stopped and thought about that for a moment. Not just Amber wanting to watch Joe jerk off. She’d always been fascinated when guys orgasmed. That was nothing new. What was different and nice to see was how open they were. Back when I lived with them and my ex, it was common to see those two doing something or another to get each other turned on and then ultimately, they would both come.
When they first showed up for their summer visit with me, that didn’t look like it was still happening. If they had stopped, that would have been fine with me. What I didn’t want was for them to hide those things from me. We had instilled a trust in them long ago and I didn’t want to see that openness vanish just because their Mom and Dad were no longer married.
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. They were getting older, and Joe was looking a little less interested in his little sister but that was to be expected, especially if he was talking and possibly dating girls back home.
We managed to get on the road after a late breakfast. Joe climbed into his usual spot in the back, but Amber didn’t grab shotgun like normal. Instead, she got into the back seat next to her brother and left me all alone up front. That reminded me of what it was like when we used to go on trips. We always drove instead of flying. It was cheaper and, to be honest, road trips were a lot more fun.
We’d had some fun road trips when the kids were younger. My mind drifted down nostalgia-lane as we pulled out onto the highway.
Joe and Amber immediately fell quiet, which was alarming. It was usually a while before they would go radio silent. Until then, there were the usual sibling spats over what radio station to listen to, or more often, the “they’re on my side!” Fight.
When I glanced in the rear-view mirror, their heads were bent over their phones. I rolled my eyes and turned on the old CD player and then clicked the button to change the CD. On the way up, we had listened to Kelly Clarkson. But if Amber had her head in her phone, we could listen to something I wanted to hear, like Journey.
“Really, Dad?” Amber said when the music started. Steve Perry’s voice was unmistakable, and Amber knew it was one of my favorites.
“You know you love it.” I grinned.
She made a gagging sound.
“Uh-huh. Did you swallow a hairball?” I teased.
Joe sniggered.
“I’m not a cat, Dad.”
“But you’ve got a nice pussy,” I joked. It wasn’t a very dad-like joke, but it was out of my mouth before I could think about it.
Joe laughed hard while Amber’s loud, exasperated sigh almost drowned out the music.
“Hey!” Joe called out. From his tone, I guessed his sister had punched his arm for laughing.
“Amber...!” I warned. “Be nice to your brother.”
“Okay.” Damned petulant tone.
“Besides, you know you want to sing along.”
I turned the radio’s volume up and started singing myself. A few bars later, Joe’s voice joined mine. Amber didn’t contribute until the next song, and even then she was pretty quiet. We only did a couple of tracks before we trailed off. I continued driving and focusing on the roads until the CD came to an end.
Since I hadn’t heard anything, I figured the kids were back on their phones. I glanced in the rearview mirror and did a double-take. Joe’s shorts and underwear were at his ankles, and his sister was slowly jacking him off with one hand. She was leaning over, her face only a foot or so away from the head of his cock.
Amber had shoved her own shorts down to her ankles and I could see her other arm reaching between her thighs. I couldn’t see what her hand was doing, but you didn’t need to be a genius to figure it out pretty quickly.
Even with what they were up to in the back, they still had their seat belts on. That was a mystery to me more than anything else. How in the world had they managed that? I moved my eyes back to the road ahead. It was clear for as far as I could see, thankfully.
My eyes shifted back to the rearview mirror, Amber was still stroking her brother, who was leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed.
“So, what are you doing, Amber?” I asked, needling her a bit.
“Being nice to my brother.”
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