A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
I decided that right then was a good time to take a break. I heard the water turn on in the shower—one of the kids had clearly decided to do more than use a washcloth to clean up. Probably Amber. I smirked. She’d teased the hell out of her brother earlier and he’d loved every minute of it. I’d thought he’d be blasé about naked women by now, but then again, he was a teenager. A light breeze could make him stiff. How could he not get hard when he saw a sexy young woman playing with herself? It didn’t matter that it was his sister. He was only seeing the important parts. A pair of tits and a pussy. Frankly, he’d been just as bad if not worse when he was Amber’s age, when he was watching his mom.
I didn’t blame him—his mom and his little sister both had great bodies. But when it came to his mom, regardless of how good she looked naked, there were good reasons we weren’t together anymore.
I wondered if he was still watching her. I couldn’t ask Joe about it, of course. Well, I could, but all that would do was embarrass him. That was not something I was willing to do. Besides, knowing his mom as well as I did, all of her dirty little secrets and naughty desires, I was fairly confident I already knew the answer.
After lunch, I set aside my work and we played a rousing game of Risk. It was a favorite game of ours for years and I was shocked when Amber found it in the closet. I hadn’t thought I’d brought it when I moved out of my ex’s house. It turned out I had.
Joe won, the lucky bastard, by somehow rolling the longest string of sixes Amber or I had ever seen. While he was exuberant, he didn’t gloat, so I forgave him. It was only a game, and we were all having fun.
Amber was certain he was cheating somehow and just couldn’t prove it. After the fourth six in a row, Amber got really frustrated and started scowling at him. The more armies she lost, the deeper the lines on her forehead got. She was fuming when she was finally wiped out, which gave him free rein to ultimately claim the entire continent of Asia and get all the bonus armies.
She was about to let him have it when I gave her a stern look.
“Was he cheating?” I asked, my voice even but firm. She growled but shook her head no. “Sometimes people just get lucky when it comes to rolling dice. I’ve seen you do it on more than one occasion.”
“I know he’s—”
“Amber...” I cut her off, letting the tone of my voice hang in the air. Her fury wavered and she slumped, dejected. Once I saw the fight leave her, I knew she understood the rules when it came to accusing someone of cheating.
“If you can prove Joe was cheating somehow, then call him out on it. If not, keep your mouth shut.” This time I softened my voice. I knew she was upset and yelling at her would only make matters worse.
Now that Joe had control of Asia and Africa, it only a matter of time. Only a handful of turns later, he had routed Amber and me both to claim world domination.
Joe, ever the one to know when to take his ball or in this case, his armies, and go home, got up and retreated to his room for a bit. That gave Amber and me time to get dinner started and keep her away from her brother. If Joe hadn’t left, it would only have been a matter of time before some sort of blowup was bound to happen, and I wasn’t interested in playing referee.
As Joe headed to his room, I informed him that he had to do dishes after we ate, and he didn’t argue with me. Over dinner, we discussed what movie to watch that night. Joe wanted an action film and Amber preferred a comedy. Joe, showing more wisdom than I had anticipated and agreed that a comedy would be great. In the end, we decided on Beverly Hills Cop.
Amber cuddled into my side, like always. I lightly stroked her shoulder with my fingertips as we watched. She laughed hard at spots, which I loved. At one point, she dropped a hand to my thigh, which was nice. The casual touch just made us feel closer.
When the movie ended, Joe headed back to his room. It was still early enough that he was going to join up with his team for some quest or another. Amber snuggled in for a few more minutes before I gently pushed her off me. She started to whine, but I gave her a look. Then she gave me a guilty smile before a quick kiss, and she headed off.
“I was wondering if you wanted to have another fire tonight?” I asked, after my cup of coffee and Amber’s bowl of cereal.
“Yes!” Amber agreed. Her lithe body bounced up and down excitedly and I grinned.
“Then we’re going to need to find some wood to burn.”
Watching my daughter bask in the outdoors without a stitch on clothing on was always a sight to behold. She loved, and I mean loved, to be naked outside. She reveled in the warm sun on her bare skin and got excited when we stirred up some butterflies that started to dance in the air around us, flitting and fluttering with no rhyme or reason for where they were going. Just the smile of joy on her face and the way her eyes sparkled as she twirled and spun while the butterflies flew around her was enough reason to cherish the moments of being outside with her.
It didn’t take long to get enough wood, but we walked a bit further, mostly to explore and enjoy the day.
After we returned, she and Joe played some cards while I made sure there were no questions from my last set of emails. Fortunately, there weren’t many. I joined them for a few games before Joe said he wanted to check in online.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked Amber.
“We can watch something if you want,” I suggested. “Or you can start reading whatever it is you found so fascinating on your Kindle?”
That got Amber to blush, which cemented the idea that I needed to figure out exactly what she was reading. I hoped she hadn’t found the sites her mother loved to frequent. Some of those stories were not for the faint of heart and were too intense in their storytelling even for me. I had limits that didn’t line up exactly with my ex’s. She was into anything sex related, and I mean anything. Some, if not most of those things, I wanted Amber to know nothing about, ever.
“I think I’d rather watch something on the couch with you, Daddy.”
I grinned. What she really wanted to do was cuddle. Not that I was going to object.
We picked out some old episodes of Big Bang Theory. She snuggled into my side and pulled my arm around her. This time my hand fell right on top of her breast. With hers on top of mine, I couldn’t easily pull away, so I didn’t. Instead, I held her and enjoyed the warmth and softness of her flesh underneath my fingers. She didn’t flinch at the fact my hand was covering her boob, so I didn’t either.
We didn’t build up the fire pit too high that night. It was already late when we finally got the fire rolling, and I knew we all needed some sleep. But I couldn’t resist. The serenity of the outdoors at night? With the crackling and pop of the flame? As a nudist, there were few things better than the feel of a warm fire on cool skin under the stars.
Amber cuddled with me on my chair, as Joe gave us the blow-by-blow of his latest game. I gently caressed Amber’s shoulder while we listened to the retelling of Joe’s adventures. In return for my rubbing her shoulders, Amber absentmindedly made small circles with her fingertips on my mid-thigh.
Slow. Sensual. It reminded me of a lover’s caress.
I relaxed and enjoyed it.
When the fire got too warm on my legs, I tried to get up. I wanted to move my chair back a foot or so to lessen the intensity of the heat on my skin. Amber stood, allowing me to do just that, and quickly reclaimed her seat squarely in my lap. With how quickly she sat down, my cock was pressed against her ass. She squirmed a bit. My immediate concern was where my dick was and I started to panic, but she just shifted a bit more, leaned forward and then reached around and took my dick in her hand. She pushed it under her ass instead of being propped up against it.
Fortunately, this new position was far more comfortable for me, too. When she leaned back, I wrapped my arms around her, clasping them over her tummy. She put hers on top of mine, holding me as I was holding her.
If Joe noticed anything, he didn’t mention it.
This wasn’t the first time Amber had sat down on me, and my dick was in a bad position. Those other times though, I was the one who did the rearranging. Having it be Amber making the adjustments was different. Feeling her soft hands on me made my heart race and the blood rush towards my cock, filling it pulse by pulse underneath her.
I was about to shift her position again so I could adjust my sudden hardness, so that it wasn’t so close to knocking on her door. Just as I was about to, though, Amber turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and smiled. I gave her a questioning look in return, but she just kissed my cheek before spinning back around to face the fire as her little ass wiggled that much further into my now steel-hard dick.
I fluffed my pillow up before stretching out on my bed. My cock was still hard as a rock. Every time I had tried to shift my position or at least change the angle of my dick while we were by the fire, Amber wouldn’t let me. I was incredibly turned on, but at the same time, I could feel the weariness in my bones. I remembered the heat centered on my lap. A heat that rivaled that of the fire itself. With the way she insisted on being positioned in my lap, her perfect, flawless pussy was only inches away from my turgid shaft. One sudden move and I would have been lined up perfectly to do far more than just cuddle. By some miracle, I’d been able to ignore it, for the most part at the time, but now it all came back to me tenfold.
That blessed, deadly, horrible, blissful heat ... God!
I closed my eyes and started slowly stroking myself. I replayed the pressure, the warmth, the way her hand felt, the way she touched me.
My mind drifted to holding her breast, earlier in the day. The feel of her nipple against my palm. The pliable softness of her skin under my fingertips.
Then I floated to other memories and fantasies. I went back to when my high school girlfriend had sat on my lap like Amber did but shifted until my cock was inside her. The same thing had happened with my ex and a couple of others, too. What was it about women sitting in my lap and my cock ending up buried inside of them?
My breathing grew more ragged as the fantasies grew. It didn’t take long to get close. The last image that flashed through my mind was Amber, her hand on my cock, biting her lower lip and giving me the one look with her eyes that she and I both knew I couldn’t say no to. Then I heard her voice, that soft, sweet, innocent voice as she looked in my eyes and called me ‘Daddy.’ Why the mental image came to me, and why could I hear her voice when I didn’t hear anyone else’s in my head, I didn’t have an answer for that. I just don’t know. Either way, it was more than I could take and with a groan, I exploded.
Giggles. I heard giggles. I opened my eyes and started. Amber stood in the half-open doorway. I’d thought I’d closed it, but apparently not.
She crossed her arms under her breasts and smirked.
“Daddy...?”
I gulped, it was the same voice...
“You know,” she drawled, “you don’t have to go to your room to do that.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
She grinned and disappeared.
I slept like a rock. It was probably the best night’s sleep I had had since before the start of my divorce. When I’d opened my eyes and looked out my bedroom window, the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but it wouldn’t be long before morning was in full swing. I took a deep breath and smiled, feeling full of energy and ready for the day.
After a hot shower and shave, as well as taking care of mother nature’s requirements, I headed for the kitchen. No sooner had I opened my bedroom door then the wonderful smell of fresh coffee assaulted my nose. Amber was already up, I realized with a grin. So far, the day couldn’t have started off any better.