A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 13
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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 next morning, I actually had to go into the office to take care of something. Being able to work remote was huge and I was grateful for it, but sometimes there were things that I had to be there for. I’d made it almost three weeks with the kids before one of those things couldn’t be postponed any further. Thankfully, they were old enough not to burn down the house and could manage on their own for a while.
I hadn’t planned on spending the whole day in the office, but one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, it was after Five and I needed to get home. On the way back, I picked up a pizza for dinner. I wasn’t in the mood to cook, and I thought both of my kids would enjoy not having to do a bunch of dishes. Besides, what kid doesn’t love pizza for dinner?
I walked through the front door with an armload of pizzas and found Amber lounging on the couch watching something on Hulu.
“Pizza?” Amber got up off the couch excitedly.
“Mmm hmm.” I smiled and nodded.
“Joe in his room?”
“Yeah.” Amber rolled her eyes.
“Go tell him to wash up, and that I bought pizza for dinner,” I instructed.
Amber dashed down the hall to do just that and I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“So, what do you two want to do after dinner?” I asked them both. “Play a game? Watch something? Hang out by the fire?”
Joe looked pained and his eyes darted back toward his room.
“You want to get back to your game,” I said.
“Yeah. There’s a big tournament next weekend and we...”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” I sighed but the look of appreciation on Joe’s face made me feel better.
I turned to Amber.
“We could watch Blue is the Warmest Color, ” she replied, smirking.
“We just watched that,” I said.
“You watched it without me?” Joe asked, acting offended that we didn’t wait for him to watch it with us.
“You were busy with your game.”
“Too bad you didn’t join us. It was really good!” Amber smiled.
“Really good, huh?” I spun to look at my daughter. “What’s it about?”
“Umm...”
“Exactly,” I chuckled. “You just want to watch those two girls in the sixty-nine again.”
“Maybe...” Amber blushed.
“It’s a really hot scene, Dad.” Joe smirked.
“Oh, I know, but I would rather watch something we haven’t seen in the last couple days.” Then to Joe. “You sure you don’t want to hang out with your dad and baby sister?” I asked, knowing Amber was going to blow up at me calling her the baby sister.
“Hey!” Amber cried. “I’m not a baby!”
I started laughing and Joe quickly joined in.
“I’m going to go catch up with Marissa and the team. You two have fun.”
Amber was giving me a death glare, but it quickly faded when Joe left the room.
“Why did you call me his baby sister?”
“Because you are his baby sister.”
“Ugh, no, I’m not!”
“You are, but it’s okay.”
Joe had long since sequestered himself in his room by the time Amber and I settled onto the couch. Once again, she turned and nestled into me.
“Can we please watch it again?” Amber looked up at me and gave me those little puppy dog eyes that she knew I couldn’t say no to.
I groaned but nodded my agreement, reluctantly.
Amber grabbed my arm, throwing it over her shoulder in such a way that my arm draped down her front. I couldn’t help but notice the way she wiggled and shifted so that my hand was situated right between her pert breasts. I used the other hand to manipulate the remote to bring up Netflix and quickly found Blue is the Warmest Color.
Amber sat with one knee up, resting on the back cushions with her other leg hanging off the front of the couch. Her legs were open and when I felt her move and looked to see what she was doing, I noticed the glistening wetness of her slit. She was already turned on.
Teenagers. The wind blows and they get turned on.
I watched as Amber reached a hand between her legs, lazily stroking the skin around her pussy. We started the movie, but Amber quickly got impatient. I chuckled to myself.
She just wanted to watch the sex scenes.
“Do you want me to fast-forward to the good stuff?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, please!”
Amber was being awfully forward with what she wanted. Not that that was different or strange for her. It was just something I noticed. After last night by the fire, I wondered what she had planned for tonight. Especially seeing as how it was just her and me again.
Her first move was to shift my hand from its resting place between her breasts to right on top of her right breast. I felt her nipple harden into my palm as I cupped it gently.
The smoothness and tightness of her skin felt amazing under my fingertips, but it was the firmness of her breasts that was hard to describe. They felt full, but they weren’t close to their ultimate size. I could squeeze them and they seemed to fight against the force of my hands, pushing and springing back to their original shape in a moment. These were not the pillowy soft breasts of a mature, older woman. These were the hard perfection of youth.
I fast forwarded to the first steamy scene in the movie and Amber grew excited when I hit play. Her fingers went to work on the top of her mound, rubbing her pussy in large, slow circles. I found myself toying with the breast in my palm, more out of habit than wanting to please my daughter. Either way, the effect was the same. Amber loved it.
I slowly became aroused as I watched her play with herself. The way she would run her fingers between those smooth lips and then drag them back up to rub on her clit. While her right hand worked her sex, her left hand rested on my thigh. Her fingers kneaded into my flesh and it felt amazing.
When Amber’s breathing became more urgent, she pressed her chest forward and forced her breast into my palm. I felt her hardened nipple push between my fingers, and I gently clasped onto it, which elicited a gasp from Amber. She was close, right on the edge.
Is she going to come now, or try to hold off for when we get to the big scene later?
There was a hitch in her breathing and she spasmed ever so slightly as she mewled out a little whine. I pulled on the nipple locked between my fingers just enough to make her moan in earnest as her body bucked. She grasped her mound, covering her pussy, and orgasmed beside me.
The funny thing was the scene hadn’t even ended yet. Amber took a few quick breaths, but her body relaxed, and her legs fell open. Her pussy was flushed and reddened, and she surprised me by toying with herself all over again. She wasn’t done, not yet at least.
Watching her pick right back up where she left off was hot and amazing. My heart started pounding as I watched my little girl. Each thundering beat of my heart seemed to race right to my cock. It only took a few seconds before my dick was standing at full attention. Everything started to change for me in that moment. I felt more aware of what I was feeling, what I smelled, everything. Her skin felt hotter and smoother. I could smell the clean, almost sweetness of her pussy.
I found myself massaging her breast, rubbing the pad of my thumb across her hard nipple, back and forth. Amber continued fingering her clit while looking straight ahead at the scene on the TV. The scene was almost over, however. I was going to have to fast forward again to another of the good ones.
Her left hand started stroking my leg, sliding down to my knee and back up again. Each time she came back up, her fingers on the inside of my thigh grew closer and closer to my balls. I felt my own breath starting to catch in my throat the closer her hand got to my erection.
“Mmm.” She murmured when her fingers finally touched the sensitive skin on my groin.
Her hands paused in the crook of my inner thigh, the pinky flicking up and down along the edge of my balls. I was so caught up in the moment, my hand quit playing with her breast.
“Don’t stop. Your hands and fingers feel so good on me,” Amber said breathily, almost huskily.
I grasped her breast, hefting what little weight it had in my hands.
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