A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
When I walked into the living room, I found Amber sitting on the couch reading. Her head was bent over her Kindle, and she didn’t look up. The way she was sitting—well, with one leg on the couch bent at the knee—all of her charms were on full display. With her free hand, she was lightly caressing the underside of her breast.
I smirked as I remembered her reading earlier. The book had to be good. I considered whether I wanted to get my own book or just get on the computer when Amber looked up. She smiled.
“Do you want to join me again?” The little smile on her face looked so cute on her, and then her cheeks pinkened, which only made the image that much better in my mind.
“Sure.” I agreed.
I grabbed my own book and settled onto the couch. Like the night before, she quickly turned and snuggled into my side. Also, like the night before, she pulled my arm around her and guided my hand to her breast.
I chuckled.
“What?” Amber’s head spun to look at me.
“You want help again, huh?” I teased playfully.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Nope.” I quickly replied. “Not at all.”
“Okay then, turn a bit so I can lean back against your chest.”
I did as Amber asked, and she quickly took up the same position she had last time I helped her. She grabbed my hands, forcing me to drop my book, and pulled them around her sides to place them on her tits.
“I really liked how you were playing with my nipples last time,” she said. “Can you do that again?”
“If that’s what you want, sure.”
Amber shimmied back and forth slightly, which had the effect of moving her tits around in my hands. I could feel her nipples hardening in my palms.
I began caressing her breasts like I had last time, rolling her nipples between my fingers gently.
She sighed, moved one hand between her thighs while the other held her Kindle, and returned to her reading.
We stayed like that for five or ten minutes. Me playing with my daughter’s breasts while she was reading a book she thought was hot and toying with her pussy as she did so. I was tempted to start sliding my hands lower on her body, running my fingers down her stomach and lower still ... but I didn’t.
I just waited, biding my time, as Amber got closer and closer to the point where she would want even more help than I was already giving.
Her breathing grew faster as the motions of her hand working her clit changed. Now, instead of moving in larger, slower circles, she was moving faster and in a side-to-side motion right over the top of her slit. She was focusing her attention now and it was only a matter of time before something ... more ... was going to be needed.
She wasn’t in a hurry, though, and more than once I thought she was building toward a climax only for her to slow everything down to a crawl as she backed off. It was after the second time she’d done that when she tossed her Kindle aside.
“Finished?” I asked.
“No, but I’m done reading for now!” Amber grinned, and I chuckled.
It was showtime. Amber took my right hand in hers and pulled it away from her chest, guiding it down between her legs.
Amber’s breath caught in her throat as my fingers traced slowly and deliberately from her navel down to the smooth skin just above her clit. I wanted to just push my hands down as far as I could, running my fingers through her folds. I wanted to feel her heat, her wetness as I slipped between those smooth lips. Amber’s little whimpers slowed me, though, that and the little catches and hitches in her breathing and the way her body fidgeted and twitched, trying to move my fingertips exactly where she wanted them. That alone was enough for me to hold back, to tease her and drive her crazy.
With my left hand working her breast, my right traveled all the way around her pussy but never on it like she wanted. I ran my hand down her thighs, dragging my nails along the insides of them as I pulled them back towards her center. Each time I did, her knees would move wider and her hips would rock forward as if presenting me with her pussy.
Her skin was flushed with heat from the way her heart was racing. She felt hot to the touch, really hot. I allowed my fingers to run just along the edges of her mound, and she moaned. Both of her hands rose to grasp onto mine in a grip far stronger than I expected she was capable of as I pulled on her nipple.
“Please, Daddy,” Amber started begging, her voice husky and whiny. “Please!”
That’s exactly what I was waiting for.
In answer, I slid my hand over her mound, letting my fingers dip between those full, wet lips, and then pulled up until I felt the little nub of her clit. I used two fingers and pressed on it firmly before letting my hand slide side to side as I knew she liked. She leaned her head back then, resting it on my shoulder as one of her hands fell to her side, landing on the top of my leg. That’s when she shocked me. I felt her hand move back, searchingly. It didn’t take her long to find what she wanted either. The feeling of her fingers sliding around my shaft was incredible. She didn’t just hold it like a security blanket, though. Oh no, she started caressing me in long, slow, steady strokes from root to tip.
As wonderful as it felt to have Amber playing with me, I did my best to focus only on her. Whether she meant to or not, she’d already edged herself enough. So, when she got close with me being the one playing with her, she couldn’t just back off again. I didn’t hesitate and pushed her over the edge. With a strangled cry, she jerked in my arms and gasped as she came. I eased off her clit as she pitched forward and gasped. She trembled for quite a while, sitting there before me.
When she got herself back under control, she leaned back against me, and her hand returned to stroking me. I think she thought I would just let her continue to play with me, but she was wrong. I wasn’t done with her, not yet. I waited a bit longer, loving the feeling of her soft hands as they slid along my smooth shaft. Just before it really started to get me going, I started moving my hands again on her body and I felt her grip suddenly tighten on my cock as she prepared for what was coming.
This time I didn’t mess around as much as before. I wasn’t trying to drag this one out like I had her previous orgasm. I didn’t need to hear her beg me to make her come. I went right after that wet slit of hers. I ran my finger through it from the base of the clit down to the opening of her channel. I ran my finger along the edges of her vagina, ever threatening to let them fall into her depths.
The moment my fingers explored her channel, her body shuddered, and I felt the muscles in her pussy clench around my finger that had just managed to slide inside of her. This was her second orgasm, and it wasn’t nearly as big as the first, but came more quickly. Once again, I eased off and just rested my hand on her mound until she’d caught her breath.
Then I played with her until she came again for a third time.
“Stop!” she gasped as she gulped for air.
I chuckled. “I don’t know if I should.”
“Please.” She continued panting for breath.
“Okay...,” I said. “I suppose.”
“Let me do you,” She had a pleading look in her eyes that brought me up short. “I want to make you feel like I do when you make me come. Okay, Daddy?”