A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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, Joe came into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and sporting a morning erection. If there was ever a sign that things hadn’t changed much over the last year, that was it. He still had many years to go before his body grew out of that particular habit. Obviously, I wasn’t surprised at his hardness. He was a teenaged boy after all. His sister, never one to miss the sight of an erection, looked at it and smirked as she cut into her breakfast. I thought she might say something, but she didn’t. Instead, she just took another big bite of pancake. There was a time that she would have made a grand announcement about her brother’s stiffness, but those days had ended a couple years ago, thankfully.
“Good morning,” I said before Amber could. I still didn’t trust her to not make some kind of mention of Joe’s ... situation.
He grunted, and I suppressed a smile. He had dragged himself straight out of bed and wasn’t fully awake yet. The smell of freshly made breakfast could do that to a growing teenager. Most days I would’ve felt the same, but then, most days I had nothing to look forward to but the job.
I grabbed a plate and stacked a few pancakes on it for him. I watched with astonishment as Joe walked right over to my old coffee maker and poured himself a cup. I was dumbfounded. I gave him a quizzical look but kept my mouth shut. Instead, I looked at Amber and gave her the same confused look. She read me easily and just shrugged like it was nothing new and no big deal. It was new and a big deal to me! When did my son start drinking coffee in the morning? And black at that?
I handed him the heavily laden plate and pointed at the table where the butter and syrup were waiting. Then I turned back to my cooking.
Between the rich scents of the bacon, the frying pancakes and syrup, and the freshly brewed coffee, the kitchen smelled incredible. My stomach rumbled in anticipation.
We chitchatted about a lot of little things while we ate. Mostly, the kids asked questions about the new house. Amber wanted to know about my neighbors. Had I met them all yet and, if so, had I made any friends? This far out of town, neighbors were a little different than when you lived inside the city limits like at their mother’s house. Out here, your neighbor might be half a mile away. That didn’t make them any less close than the ones that lived across a cul-de-sac, however.
I knew what her underlying questions were, though. First, she wanted to know if there were kids her age around, and second and most importantly in her mind, did anyone know we were nudists? Instead of answering her, I just chuckled, leaving her to wonder. That was a rare treat for me to enjoy anymore, and I relished the chance to bask in knowing something she didn’t.
I deftly shifted the topic away from what Amber was curious about to more mundane things. The look she gave me was both hilarious and horrible, but I was committed now to the game I was playing and leaned even further into it.
The conversation wandered before Joe brought up the topic of dinner.
“You have a grill, right?” he asked.
“Of course I have a grill. What guy doesn’t have a grill?”
“Charcoal or gas?” he prodded. The look on his face was grim and serious.
“Neither.” I teased, knowing that would throw him for a loop.
“What!” His forehead furrowed in utter astonishment.
“It’s a wood fire grill.” I smirked and his eyes widened in awe. Then he smiled. As much as Joe was addicted to his phone, he still took after me and I loved to cook, especially over an open fire. I chuckled at how obviously eager he was to get his hands on my grill.
From there, the three of us talked a little about what we could get to throw on the grill. Steak was the obvious choice for Amber and me. Joe, however, shocked me when he mentioned getting some chicken thighs and making barbecue chicken. I had just eaten a full stack of pancakes, but I swear my stomach rumbled again at the thought.
“Oh, that sounds good!” Amber said.
“Yeah, it does,” I agreed. “I guess we have dinner figured out, but we’ll have to go to the store for supplies.”
Both of my kids quickly agreed to that. Joe sat back in his chair with a proud look on his face.
Eventually, the conversation slowed down, and I asked Joe about Warcraft.
“It’s called World of Warcraft, Dad, not just Warcraft.”
“Oh, come on. Give it a rest, would ya?” Amber groaned.
Joe went on and told me a bit about the game and about how his party was getting really good and how well they worked together.
“Don’t forget to tell him about your online girlfriend...,” Amber teased.
“I don’t have an online girlfriend,” Joe snapped, but blushed furiously.
All of this was pretty new to me. I knew he was a gamer. My ex made sure to complain about it when Joe’s grades slipped a little last semester because he was staying up late playing games. The whole girlfriend thing was new. I could tell he wasn’t ready to talk about it, so I didn’t push, but I was interested.
Fortunately, Joe managed to pull his grades back up by the end of the year. Both Amber’s and Joe’s last days of school had gone okay. Joe told me he’d done well on his finals. Not to be outdone, Amber proudly announced she’d aced hers. At fourteen, Amber had just finished eighth grade, so she didn’t have final exams quite like Joe did, but you didn’t dare tell her that.
“I was thinking,” I said, “later tonight after dinner and we get everything cleaned up, we could sit around the fire out back.”
“You mean like when we go to camp?” Amber asked excitedly.
“Yeah, just like that.”
“Yes!” Amber cheered.
“Umm, I’m supposed to meet my party online tonight,” Joe said softly, with a note of hesitancy.
“What time does that start?”
“Nine...”
I wanted to tell him that that was way too late to be playing video games, but I decided not to. I knew it was important to him.
“Alright, let’s get breakfast cleaned up and then we can go into town.” I stood up and took my plate to the sink. Amber offered to go shopping with me, which I gratefully accepted. I appreciated her volunteering.
Joe stood up from the table, his empty plate in his hands and his morning erection still proudly jutting from his groin. I sighed mentally. Youth. Without a thought or me asking, he took his plate to the sink.
“Thanks, Joe,” I said. I twisted off to the side to give him room to set the plate in the sink.
“Sure.” He smiled. “Breakfast was really good.” He placed a hand on his stomach and groaned. “I think I ate too much, though.”
Amber waited her turn, and her eyes shifted down as her brother turned around. She smirked. As soon as he was out of the way, she stepped up to the sink, sliding her plate into the soapy water. No sooner had it left her hands when she moved in next to me and wrapped her arms around my middle. She pressed her chest and stomach against me lovingly.
My little girl was definitely growing up. It could see that fact plain as day when I looked at her. Being a nudist, it was hard not to notice, but when she pressed up against me like that, it was easy to feel the differences. Her breasts had definitely grown. She still had a long ways to go to match her mother.
I wrapped my one arm around her and gave her a squeeze in return.
“Guess he didn’t have time to play with his dick this morning,” Amber quipped once Joe was out of the room.
I smirked. I didn’t see the need to point out how often they’d both been stealing glances at each other this morning already. Joe obviously could see the top half of Amber any time he wanted while she was sitting at the table, which he had taken full advantage of. Shockingly, I don’t think Amber ever realized it was happening. There was no doubt those glances had an effect on his manhood.
They had been checking each other out like that for years. At least now it wasn’t blatant gawking. It was actually pretty normal. As differences appeared, you noticed them. Simple—even if the outside world didn’t understand.
After I’d gotten the dishes done and Amber finished cleaning up the stove and wiping off the kitchen table, she started bouncing excitedly about going shopping. I didn’t know why grocery shopping had her so excited, but it did, and I wasn’t going to argue about having company.
Once we got into the store, it quickly became obvious why she wanted to come along. The usual things I bought to fill my fridge and cupboards appalled my daughter.
In the first aisle we went down, I tried to get a couple bags of chips and Amber about had a fit.
“You can’t eat that stuff.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.
I rolled my eyes.
Then I tried to get some ice cream, hot fudge, and brownies to make sundaes. I was thinking the kids would love it, but Amber wasn’t having any of that. She substituted frozen yogurt for the ice cream. I was going to get some frozen snack food like mini-tacos or mozzarella sticks, but that was quickly nixed for fresh fruit and vegetables. I was so stunned at what was going on that I didn’t even try to stop her.
Who was this child next to me and what the hell happened to my little girl who used to sneak cookies from under her mom’s nose and share them with me so I wouldn’t tell on her?
“You need to watch what you eat,” Amber explained, snatching the jar of caramel I was holding in my hand and comparing it to the fudge. “If you’re going to start dating sometime, you need to look good.”
“What? You don’t think I look good?”
“Oh, course you do!” Amber smiled, giving me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before putting the caramel jar back on the shelf. “But no woman wants a guy with a beer gut.”
“I don’t have a beer gut!”
“Not yet you don’t, but if you keep eating this stuff—” She held up the container of homemade style vanilla ice cream. “—you will.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my innocent, snack-loving daughter?”
“Oh, come on, Daddy.” She just rolled her eyes and continued to grab everything she thought we needed or that I should be allowed to eat.
“I think we can keep these, though.” Amber giggled and held up the brownies.
After getting all the food put away, I suggested we head out into the dense trees that covered my property and effectively surrounded the house to get some firewood. Amber was ready to go as soon as I suggested the idea, and I had to stop her before she took off outside. Gathering wood naked wasn’t a great idea as a general rule. That didn’t stop her, though. I did manage to get her to put on some shoes and grab a pair of gloves.
The two of us strolled through the woods looking for decent dry wood to burn later that night. I handed her a good-sized cardboard box for the smaller stuff we could find for fire starters while I grabbed the larger pieces of firewood in my arms.