A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 after a quiet breakfast, Amber spent a couple of hours in her room testing the various shades of blues, pinks, and purple paint samples that she’d picked out from the store on her walls. If I hadn’t insisted she put down some of the leftover plastic drop cloth I had lying around to catch any drips, she would have completely ruined her carpet. Thankfully, she agreed to my suggestion and that saved me a few hundred dollars in destroyed flooring. It’s too bad I couldn’t just wrap her up in it as well because she ended up wearing as much of the paint on her body as she got on the walls.
Still, it was fun to watch her get all excited about painting her room. Joe even came over to help out, which was a shock, but Amber just grinned happily and handed him a brush.
“Did someone sneak in when no one was looking and Smurf you?” Joe teased with a wide grin. His eyes scanned Amber’s body slowly and obviously deliberately.
“What are you talking about?” Amber asked with a hint of attitude. “I’ve never been Smurfed. I don’t even know what that is!”
I had a feeling I knew what that meant, but I kept my opinions to myself.
“You’ve got blue paint all over you,” Joe said. “It looks like Papa Smurf got a little excited and jizzed all over you.”
“Gross!”
I was right. I could only hang my head and groan. That was awful.
Amber looked down and saw she indeed had more than just a few smudges and drops of blue on her skin. Somehow, she’d gotten it all over her hands and arms as well as her legs and feet. She looked back up and wiped the back of her hand across her face to get the hair out of her eyes. That only spread more of the paint around. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. Joe just started laughing.
That action wasn’t enough to move her bangs out of her eyes, though, and she had to use a puff of air to help. Now that the blue hair was away from her eyes, she held her chin up proudly and thrust out her chest, showing off her one breast that was ... somehow ... entirely covered in dark blue. Not just some of her breast, but all of it, her nipple included. I started chuckling. It was rather funny after all.
If Amber were embarrassed at all, you could have fooled me. She just grinned at Joe. I guess one of the hidden benefits of being a nudist was she didn’t ruin any of her clothes in situations like this one.
We left and she continued painting. When she was done testing colors, she jumped into the shower to get cleaned up.
“Did you want to come with us and get some paint for your walls too?” I asked Joe while I was waiting for Amber to get clean. “Looks like your sister might have decided on a color.”
“Yeah, I think that’d be cool.” Joe half shrugged, and half nodded as only a teenager could.
“Do you know what color you want?”
He just grinned at me. “Yup.”
After a short trip to the store, we made it back to the house with enough paint to cover all of the walls in Joe’s and Amber’s rooms multiple times over. No sooner had we opened the front door than Amber’s clothes flew off. Joe and I watched in amusement at her urgent stripping. She just smirked and headed off to her bedroom.
Joe turned to me with an amused grin. “You’d think she hates clothes.”
“Wearing them, obviously.”
“We’re clothed more often at home—err, Mom’s.”
That surprised me a little. I thought for sure, if anything, they would be naked even more than when I was there.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She’s inviting friends over more. It’s easier to just stay dressed.”
“Makes sense.” I nodded. It really did make sense if you thought about it. You didn’t want random people coming over to the house seeing you naked if they weren’t used to it.
“Yeah.” I sensed the sigh in his voice.
I suppressed a smirk when I saw the disappointment in his eyes, and I thought I knew why.
“You don’t have a problem with wearing clothes.”
Joe was like his sister in most things, except when it came to clothes. Where Amber looked like she was going to suffocate when she wore them, Joe was completely comfortable in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
“Not really.”
“You just like it more when your mom and sister are naked.”
He gave me a guilty smile, and I chuckled.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and jostled him playfully. “Nothing at all.”
I was drifting awake, enjoying the memories of a very erotic dream, when a loud crash came from the kitchen. I leapt out of bed and dashed there as fast as I could. I found Amber crouched on the floor surrounded by several pans from the lower cupboard. Nothing was broken, and I sighed with relief.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She gestured at the cabinet. “Tried to get the bottom one out.”
I smirked. “You have to take the top ones off first.”
“I know that now.” She rolled her eyes and gave me a mock glare. But then her gaze dropped lower.
“Nice boner.”
I glanced down. Since I was standing, my crotch was at the level of her head. And yes, I was still erect. I may not have been a teenager anymore, but my morning wood was still just as sturdy.
I made a point of shrugging. “It’s natural.”
“Not when it’s right in front of my face.”
I chuckled and stepped back. “Sorry about that.” I crouched down and gathered up some of the pans. “So, what were you planning on cooking?”
“Eggs.”
“I’ll help.”
I wanted to know what she thought of her room now that it was painted, but I didn’t want to pry. I was more curious because I thought for sure she would choose something lighter, maybe purple, or even pink. I am incredibly grateful she didn’t pick pink. I knew most girls loved it, but I cringed just thinking about it. She didn’t, however. She chose the darker blue. The same blue she had managed to cover herself in when she was testing the colors.
“How’s the room?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as nonchalant as possible.
“I love it!” Amber beamed. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I smiled. “I’m glad.”
I had to do some work for a client, but fortunately, I could do it at home. My desk nestled into a corner of the living room, and I fired up my laptop shortly after breakfast. The kids did their chores, and we all converged for lunch together.
After we ate, I returned to my work while Joe escaped to his room for more gaming. Amber settled onto the couch to watch a movie. From time to time, I glanced up to catch her fully engrossed in her show, but lightly running her fingertips over her arm or leg.
I smiled. That was Amber. She loved physical touch.
She took a break from the screen about an hour before dinner and retreated to her room. After we ate, the three of us ended up in the living room watching more Shameless. Amber cuddled into my side, pulling my arm across her like she always did. I had to smile at that. I loved her warm body against mine.
She shifted one arm under my hand. Idly, I started lightly stroking her skin, like she’d done to herself that afternoon. She sighed happily and I couldn’t help but grin. I kept it up until the episode ended. When it did, she twisted around, gave me a quick peck, and said goodnight.
Joe watched her leave, his eyes following her until she disappeared down the hall. As he did, I realized his cock was hard. I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. After we heard Amber’s door shut, he said goodnight as well and went to his room.
That night in bed, I mused about Joe’s curiosity and subtle ongoing interest in Amber. It was hard not to be—she was no longer a little girl. She had grown a lot and now had the body of a woman. A particularly sexy woman at that. It’s not like he didn’t know all too well exactly what that meant. He’d been to that well and drank deeply, thanks to his Mom’s helpful encouragement. And while nudists wouldn’t make a big deal about it in a general sense, we did notice.
It didn’t take much to remember what it was like when I was his age and in some instances, even younger. Yes, there were days when someone being nude was no big deal. but there were other times ... you noticed. Joe was no doubt noticing those changes in Amber. He had been for a while now if I was being honest with myself.
One of the things I missed about my ex was her carefreeness—the wild side she kept hidden from those who didn’t truly know her. That wild side of hers was what really drove the lifestyle in our old house. She had certain kinks she desperately wanted to explore, and when she met me, my family and I were the key to delving into them. That, in effect, is what pushed Joe and his little sister together as they started to grow up.
A perfect example of that was when Amber would shimmy out of her clothes. My ex taught her how to slow it down and shift her stance when she removed a piece of clothing, whether it was her shorts or skirt, so that the action would draw your eye. Her mom also told her to make eye contact with me or her brother at the same time. My God, it wasn’t quite a striptease, but if Amber ever decided to go that route, she’d clean up. There was something in the supple way she moved that insisted on capturing your gaze.
Just thinking about it brought back memories from my youth. I’d had a wild sex life when I was Joe and Amber’s age. Times were different back then, though. Not just because the world has changed, but because I hadn’t raised my kids in the same environment I enjoyed growing up in. Not full-time at least.
I literally grew up going to various nudist camps almost year-round. These weren’t your average camps. These were places that families like mine used to get together as often as possible. It helped that during those earlier years, I was home-schooled, which allowed for us to travel the way we did. That was one of the biggest differences from how I was raised and how we had raised Joe and Amber. We didn’t travel and they went to regular schools. But that meant when it came to exploring, while I had a lot of potential partners, Joe and Amber mostly just had each other.
When Amber or Joe started asking questions, their mom thought it would be the perfect time for them to start learning about themselves and each other. We talked about how we should teach them, and their mom got an excited glint in her eye. She insisted on a more active approach. When I asked exactly what she meant by “more active,” she grinned and said, “hands on, of course. No sense in letting them learn bad habits from the start.”
Given the way I was raised, I really couldn’t argue with that. If they wanted to learn, I didn’t see a problem with teaching them.
I wasn’t home for most of the “lessons.” My job had kept me on the road too much. But the kids seemed happy and like they were having fun when I was there. Seeing Joe and Amber sharing and experimenting was amazing, and sometimes even erotic. Of course, since the divorce, I had no idea if they were continuing or not.
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