A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 14
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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 decided to be a little extravagant and do something special for Amber and Joe. Before the kids got up, I made chocolate chip pancakes along with some bacon. The smell of the bacon must’ve woken Amber up because she came in sniffing the air. She shook off her bleariness when she saw what I was doing.
“Ooh, are those pancakes?” She sounded confused but her face lit up at the surprise breakfast.
“That’s what they are.” I nodded as I placed the first stack on a plate.
Amber came over to get a closer look, leaning her face down and smelling the wonderful aroma.
“With chocolate chips!” Her eyes widened as she stood up and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. I chuckled. That was the reaction I was hoping for.
“Mmm hmm.” I nodded. “I know they’re yours and your brother’s favorite.”
“Have you eaten some already?” Amber put her hands on her hips and studied me critically.
“No,” I rolled my eyes. “These are the first batch.”
“You better not have.”
“Oh, give it a rest and grab a plate.” Her trying to control my diet was cute at first but was really starting to wear on me.
“I smell bacon, though,” Amber said as she did as I bade her to do, placing two of pancakes on a plate and heading to the table.
“It’s in the oven. How many pieces do you want?”
“Two. No! Three!”
“Three it is,” I pulled the sizzling tray out of the oven, grabbed three strips, and placed them on Amber’s plate.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
I went back to the stove and got started on the second batch of pancakes. Lord knows one batch wasn’t going to be enough to feed her and Joe, let alone leave any for me.
Joe came bounding into the kitchen a few minutes later, just as I was about to flip the pancakes in the next batch. He was sporting his usual morning wood. When I noticed, I looked over to see Amber eyeing it and smirking around a mouthful of bacon. He didn’t need me to tell him to get a plate. He grabbed one from the cupboard and loaded it up with the rest of the pancakes I’d already made and five strips of bacon.
“So,” I said, now that I had both kids sitting at the table. “I was thinking. We’ve only got a couple more days until you go home. So how about we go bowling again, or we could see a movie tonight?”
“How about both?” Amber stated that like it was the only logical option.
I laughed. “We could, but why don’t we ask Joe what he wants to do? Joe, what do you think?”
He shrugged, his mouth full of food.
“No tournaments or anything today?”
He shook his head.
“Alright then, Bowling this afternoon and we can go see a movie tonight.”
“Nice!” Amber cheered. She grinned victoriously before digging back into her breakfast.
“How did it go last night?” I asked, as I sat down to join the kids. I knew if I didn’t, there wouldn’t be anything left.
Joe looked up, making sure I was talking to him. “Umm, good.”
“You were up pretty late.”
“We were having fun and kind of lost track of time...” Joe blushed.
“He was playing with his girlfriend,” Amber teased.
He shot her a dirty look.
“Well, you weren’t playing with your dick.” Amber fired right back.
“Yeah, so?”
Instead of saying something else to get him further riled up, she just smirked and took a big bite of pancake.
Joe glared at his little sister and chomped a piece of bacon in half with a noisy crunch.
We were the first ones at the bowling alley, right after it opened. Amber immediately started the game off with a strike. It only got better from there. Through skill or luck, she won the first game. I won the second when she had a couple of really bad splits before she won the third. I wasn’t sure how she pulled it together, but she was scoring way above her average. Maybe something she learned from the last time had just ... clicked. Either way, she was a force to be reckoned with now.
Joe, however, was not so lucky. The trading of jabs over breakfast continued when we headed towards the bowling alley. Amber started chirping at him almost immediately. She’d spun around in the front passenger seat to look back at him, telling him how she was going to kick his butt.
Joe, not usually one to get into those types of back and forth with his little sister, bit hard on the bait she was dangling for him. He started to sound awfully confident and borderline arrogant and cocky by the time we pulled into the parking lot. The way he was acting today couldn’t have been any more different from our last visit to the lanes.
His very first attempt spelled doom for his efforts, however. He slung the ball with as much power as he could muster and tossed it right into the gutter. Amber busted out in full-on belly laughs. Joe’s face went instantly red, a mix of both embarrassment and fury. I had to hide the grin behind my hand and quickly pretended I needed to retie my bowling shoes when he looked my way. He was in big, big trouble.
Amber, always the innocent, kind, sweet, and reserved young girl she is, made sure her older brother was fully abreast on the score and the exact number of pins he was losing by every chance she got. By the time the third game was over, we were ready to leave. We meaning Joe and myself. Amber would have stayed all day if I had let her. She was on a roll and to be honest, I didn’t blame her for wanting to stay. She was having the time of her life and was not interested in cutting it short.
We had an hour to kill before the movie started and we all agreed to get something to eat. We allowed Joe to choose where we were going to go. It was a small consolation prize from his bowling performance. He took the jab on the chin really well, and we ended up getting some burgers and fries. I was all for that!
After we’d eaten, it was movie time. That was a group decision and, unfortunately, we picked poorly. Despite a great cast and some really good special effects, the script was just plain awful. More than once, the main characters did stupid stuff that should’ve gotten them killed but somehow survived. At first we laughed it off, but when it kept happening over and over, it got really tiring. Amber still enjoyed it, but Joe grumped as much as I did. Plot armor drove me nuts in some of the fantasy books I liked to read, and this movie was all of that and then some. Annoying.
“Can we go home now?” he asked as we walked out into the parking lot.
“Sure,” I said. I kind of wanted to make things better for him, but I didn’t know how. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Can we grill?” he asked.
“I don’t see why not.” I looked over at Amber, who grinned and spun around in her seat to look at her brother.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Amber said.
“Do you want to help?” Joe asked.
“Sure, if you want me to.”
“We can make it a surprise for Dad.”
“Ooh, that’s an even better idea!”
I looked into the back seat and saw Joe waving his sister to join him in the back seat. Amber just giggled, unhooking her seatbelt and climbing between our front seats to sit with him in the back. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but they were whispering so quietly I couldn’t make anything out.
“Yes, let’s do that!” Amber agreed excitedly.
“It’s going to be so good!” The funk he was in earlier was completely forgotten at this point. I smiled. “Dad, can we stop at the grocery store?”
“Sure, what are we getting?”
“Steaks!” Amber cheered.
“Steaks it is.” I smiled.
“So, you really didn’t like the movie?” Amber turned to her brother and asked. “I thought it was funny.”
“Hell, no. It was dumb.”
I silently agreed.
The two of them continued talking about the movie as I drove to the store as they requested. When we arrived, Amber spoke up.
“Dad? Can you, uh ... park at the back?” Amber asked.
“Um ... okay. Why?” I glanced in the rearview mirror to see her giving me a way-too-innocent smile.
“Because I told Joe that I would help him feel better after bowling.” Amber winked. “Go pick out some good steaks.”
“And some potatoes!” Joe quickly added.
“Anything else?”
Joe thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Nope, that should do it.”
Amber was about to do something risky. I had a damned good idea what it was going to be, and Joe didn’t seem to object at all. Not that I blamed him. For a second, I debated on giving some fatherly words of advice about not getting caught in cars doing ... stuff. Just as I was about to open my mouth and do that, Amber impatiently waved me away and was already turning to face her brother in the back seat, her hands reaching into his lap.
I guessed they would get the chance to learn the hard way if they got caught.
I spent the next twenty minutes getting food for dinner. I decided to pick up some ice cream sandwiches for dessert. I also needed more fruit and salad fixings, though Joe wouldn’t eat much of that. If I had to suffer through it, he could too. Besides, I had to at least try to get some variety into him. But like most typical teenage boys, vegetables seemed to be toxic to him.
When I headed back to the parking lot, I was relieved to see there weren’t any other cars parked too closely. I could see both kids’ heads up in the back seat. Apparently they were done with whatever they were doing while I was in the store. Amber was watching me as I walked towards them. It wasn’t until I was close enough to see their faces that I started laughing.
Joe had the biggest blissful look I’d seen on his face in a long, long time. His eyes were closed, and he smiled from ear to ear. He barely moved as I loaded the groceries.
“Feeling better, Joe?” I teased.
“Oh, yeah.” He blushed, nodding slowly.
“You didn’t make a mess, did you?” I looked down at the backseat to make sure there wasn’t any leftover evidence of their shenanigans.
“Nope!” Amber answered. She grinned like the cat who’d swallowed the canary. And maybe she had.
I rolled my eyes, buckled my seatbelt, and fired up the engine. Time to head home.
Joe and Amber made dinner. Joe manned the grill while Amber bounced back and forth from the kitchen to her brother’s side at the grill, working on the sides. I sat down around the patio table and waited for them to finish cooking, but when Joe pulled the steaks off the grill, Amber informed me that we were going to eat sitting around the fire.
The mood around the fire as we ate was great. The food was wonderful but watching Amber and Joe laughing together was better. Them talking about anything and everything was the best part. It was rare that I got to sit back and just ... be there. Be present in their lives like this. That was one of the concerns or worries I had when my visitation was being set up during the divorce. What was it going to be like with the kids here?
I worried it was going to feel like a force-filled vacation. You know, where you try to cram in all sorts of activities into a vacation that you knew was too short to do all of it. Trying to fill up the days so you didn’t miss out on anything and making sure it’s fun for everyone. Sure, those kinds of trips could be amazing, but that’s not what I wanted their first trip out to visit me to be like. I wanted it to be normal. I just wanted it to feel like their coming to visit me was just another day. Doing things like this, watching those two talk and laugh and carry on about nothing, was exactly what I had hoped for. The relaxed smile on my face wasn’t even noticed. Which was perfect.
After we cleaned up and put away the leftovers, Joe excused himself to go meet up with his team online. Amber and I returned to the fire pit where she immediately crawled into my lap. Mother nature had other plans for us because no sooner had we gotten comfortable, then it started sprinkling.
So, that forced us inside and we ended up on the couch. I got in my usual spot on one side of the couch, lifting my arm to allow Amber to snuggle in next to me. She shifted around a bit until the arm I draped over her shoulder was just right and my hand rested directly on her breast. I gave the malleable flesh a gentle squeeze and Amber sighed in pleasure as her hand reached into my lap.
Like she had the last time, she wrapped her fingers around my cock as she settled in with her head against my shoulder. The way she was holding me was like she was clutching her favorite stuffed bear when she was little. Somehow, my dick had become a comfort. There was a time when she loved to snuggle into my lap and hold me, but that was a while ago, before the divorce and usually when it was just the two of us in the old house and she was tired.
We held each other for a long time before she stirred. We had watched two episodes of some show she liked on one of the streaming apps before either of us dared move or talk.
“Today was pretty awesome, Daddy,” she announced out of nowhere.
“Good,” I said. “I’m glad.”
“Can we go bowling again?” Amber twisted her head so she could look up at me. “Maybe just the two of us?”
“Before you leave?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe.” We had a little over a week and could probably make it happen, but I did have to work a couple of days.
She fell quiet but continued to gently caress my cock.
“Is there anything else you want to do?” I asked.
“Mmm ... I’ll let you know.”
It was getting late when I finally called it a night. Amber was barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Time for bed,” I said softly, rubbing her skin and stirring her awake as gently as I could.
She stirred slowly, but didn’t complain when I told her it was time for bed again. She slowly got to her feet, stretching when she did, her arms reaching up over her head as high as they would go. She gave me a quick kiss and then headed off to her room.
I wasn’t tired yet, so I got online and did some browsing. One of my favorite erotica authors had started posted chapters from a brand-new story. The chapters weren’t long, but the imagery and realism always hooked me. I devoured the first couple chapters, which left me desperately wanting more. Sadly, I would have to wait. Now that I was in fully in the mood, I searched some of his old titles and found one I hadn’t read in a while and instantly dove headlong into it.