A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 it came to burger night at the house, it was “all hands on deck.” Not that I needed the kids’ help. They just wanted to learn my secrets. I leaned into that idea and always tried to make it look like I was doing something sneaky just out of their view, which drove them crazy. I loved it. It was fun for me and made me happy every time their eyes watched me so intently because they didn’t want to miss a thing.
We’d eaten a lot of burgers at friends’ homes, or when we used to go camping as a family with other friends. Any time someone else made burgers, they never quite stacked up against the ones I made.
There was no real secret. No special ingredients or anything like that. It was just the meat. It needed to be fatty. If it was too lean, it would be dry and inedible. The other trick was to not cook it until it was well done. There needed to be a hint of pink in the centers.
“Do you want to help me with the grill tonight?” I asked Amber, who was leaning her elbows on the counter, her legs curled up under her on the stool.
“Sure!” She popped up with a smile.
Usually, it was Joe that I asked to help me, so this little change got her excited. I glanced over at Joe, who smirked. He knew exactly what I was doing. I winked at him, and his smirk grew to a wide grin. Using Amber as my little helper to keep her away from the kitchen would give Joe all the time and space he needed to get the brownies in the oven without Amber ever noticing.
Amber enjoyed helping me cook the burgers. She suggested we eat out back on the patio table. She claimed it was because it was so nice out, but in all reality, she just wanted to spend more time naked outdoors. I agreed immediately.
She started to go inside to get stuff for the table. I wasn’t even thinking and didn’t make any attempt to stop her. If she walked into the kitchen, she would smell the brownies in the oven. There was no way she would have missed it. Thankfully, Joe was thinking two steps ahead and met her at the door. He was smiling, his arms laden with plates and all the condiments we would need. Ketchup, mustard, mayo, stuff like that. He also brought out the thin slices of white onion, pickles, cheese, and last but not least, the buns. She smiled and they set the table together. Amber was left blissfully unaware of what Joe, and I had done right under her nose.
The burgers were a big hit. Joe managed to polish off two of them with all the trimmings while Amber and I struggled (her more than me) to finish off just one apiece. When it came time for dessert, Joe headed inside, leaving Amber and me sitting outside finishing off the rest of our suppers. When he came back out with a bowl of ice cream for Amber, she bounced eagerly in her chair, her hands outstretched impatiently.
“Ice cream!” Amber cheered as she set the bowl down in front of her.
It was then that she saw what else Joe was carrying. He had wrapped two large slices of the brownie in a paper towel.
“What’s that?”
“Something for me and Dad,” Joe answered as he opened the bundle in his hands. When the brownies were uncovered, Amber gasped. She turned hard eyes onto me for a moment before she turned back to her brother.
“Where did you get those?” The question was more of an accusation.
“There was a box in the cupboard.” Joe shrugged.
“Daddy!” Amber barked, her eyes narrowed to slits as she glowered at me.
“It’s just a brownie, honey.” I rolled my eyes. “One won’t kill me.”
Amber flopped back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest, which had the magnificent effect of pressing her young tits together in a very alluring way.
“Only one,” she said, finally breaking the little stare-down we had started, and I nodded. Slowly, she sat back up and started eating her bowl of ice cream. All the while, her eyes never left me. She was watching me like a hawk to make sure I only ate the agreed upon one brownie and not a bite more.
After everyone finished off their desserts, we worked as a team and quickly got the dishes and kitchen all cleaned up. The tray of brownies was a hot contention between Joe and Amber. Namely, what to do with them. Amber was steadfast in her demand that I not be allowed to eat any more. Joe thought that was ridiculous, and I agreed, but at the same time, I kind of appreciated what Amber was trying to do. It was for me, after all, and I would benefit from it in the long run. That was assuming I followed through after the summer came to an end.
Once everything was spic and span, the three of us headed out to the fire pit. The chill of the evening air and warmth of the fire warred silently against each other as the flames grew into a steady crackling blaze. I quickly took my seat and held out my hands and feet towards the flames, warming them in the radiating heat.
No sooner had I gotten comfortable than Amber gave me her little, innocent smile, which she knew would wrap me around her little finger. She didn’t have to tell me what she wanted. I already knew. When I nodded and smiled, she crawled into my lap like a little cat. It was cute when she did that as a little girl, but she wasn’t so little anymore. There was some shifting and jostling until we were both comfortable. The last thing I needed was her getting all snuggled in and then my legs breaking out in that awful pins and needles feeling and making her get up.
Even with her added size and weight, I still loved it when she wanted to snuggle up to me, whether that was out back by the fire like tonight, or when we sat on the couch and watched TV. Those moments were special, and I never wanted them to end. I dreaded the day Amber would grow up enough that she wouldn’t want to do those things anymore.
Amber got situated sideways in my lap, her legs dangling over the side of my own. She laid her head into the nook between my shoulder and neck while her arms wrapped around me. Instinctively, I wrapped my left arm around her, my hands draping along her side. I could feel the subtle swell of her breast on the top of my index finger. I gave her a gentle squeeze and let out a heavy, contented sigh.
The three of us sat there quietly for a bit. Each of us just enjoyed the evening air and the sounds and feeling of the fire in the pit. Eventually, I asked Joe about Warcraft and the team he played with. I knew what online gaming was—I wasn’t that out of touch with the times—but I didn’t know everything.
Joe excitedly started telling me all about his game. He started talking very fast and in lingo that I did not understand at all. But the way his face lit up as he spoke, I didn’t want to potentially burst that bubble.
Since he had gotten here, he had put in countless hours already online and he was almost ready to level up. At least that’s what I took from his explanations. Being the dutiful father I was, I suggested he not play all night. For one, I didn’t want him staying up until the wee hours, but what I told him was that he’d do better if he was fresh and rested. That, surprisingly, got through to him, and after a little discussion, he agreed. It wasn’t long before he decided to call it a night.
After he left, I gently rubbed Amber’s back. I ran my fingertips up and down along her spine just how she liked. I felt her shudder at my touch and smirked.
“You should get to bed, too,” I said.
“Mmm ... can’t I just sleep here?” Amber’s face burrowed deeper into the side of my neck.
I laughed. “What, on my lap? Outside?”
“Mmm hmm,” the sound of her agreement was more of a purr than anything. “It’s comfy, and I’m really warm.” She snuggled in tighter. The fire continued to crackle and pop.
I chuckled. “Your new bed is just as warm, kiddo.”
She softly whined.
“Come on.” I shifted my legs, but she refused to move, grasping onto me even tighter.
“Five more minutes, please!” she begged.
I sighed, with amusement as much as resignation. “Okay, fine. Five more minutes, but then no more arguing. Deal?”
She nodded, her head moving against my chest as she pulled her knees up, resting her heels on my thigh.
I held her there for what I intended to be only five more minutes. Feeling her skin against mine was always so relaxing in situations like this and I found my drifting off to old memories of years past. Of times when I held her mother in much the same way and then when Amber came along and eventually stole her mother’s spot.
The thing about it was that my ex wasn’t truly upset about Amber’s insistence on being in my lap every chance she got. Sure, there were times when I saw my ex pout over it, but that was all it ever was. If anything, I’m pretty sure she liked it when she saw how cute Amber and I were together. She could see in my face how much I enjoyed those moments as well.
It wasn’t until I started nodding off myself that I realized we had been outside far longer than the five minutes I had planned. The fire had fallen to mere embers and deep ruby coals that barely peeked through the bed of ash they were buried in. I turned my head and gave the sleeping girl in my lap a kiss on the top of her head. When she didn’t stir, I sighed and then slipped one arm under her knees and used the other to support her back as I got up out of the chair. This was much easier to do when she was little, but I held her steadily and carried her to her bedroom and tucked her into bed.
Joe slept in late, to no one’s surprise. When I carried Amber to her room, I saw a dim light slipping out from under his closed door. I wasn’t sure exactly what time that was when I walked by, but I knew it was after midnight. Even with my warning not to stay up all night, he must have gotten sucked into his game and lost track of time.
Amber also slept in, so I busied myself at my desk after making myself some coffee first thing in the morning.
I was deep into a report when I heard the sound of shuffling feet making their way into the kitchen. I just managed to catch a glimpse of a disheveled Amber before she disappeared around the corner. That was followed by the sound of her rooting around in the refrigerator and cupboards. I was shocked when, a little while later, I heard her cleaning up her dishes and putting the milk away. I guess she remembered this time.
I gave her a warm smile when she joined me in the living room. She returned it before she settled onto the couch and grabbed her Kindle off the side table. I thought it was a bit early for her to be going straight for the Kindle, but I wasn’t going to complain. If anything, I was curious about what had her so engrossed this early.
She crossed her legs, laid it in her lap, and shifted around until she was comfortable. Seeing that she was going to read, I returned my focus to the work on the screen in front of me.
I loved that Amber was an avid reader. It was rare when she would dive straight into her book first thing in the morning, though. She obviously hadn’t even showered yet, gauging by the state of her hair. The only times I could remember her being that addicted to books and seemingly unable to put them down were when she was reading the Harry Potter series. She wasn’t alone in that addiction, though. Joe was subject to the same infliction. The day those books came out, both of my kids were in line at the local bookstores to get their copies and they wouldn’t put them down until they were done.
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