A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 shouldn’t have been surprised, but it took Joe and Amber a minute to get up and head toward their bedrooms. What did shock me, however, was how long it took Amber to get moving.
“You okay?” I asked, sitting down in the middle of the couch next to her. The way she was sprawled out, I had to slip my hands under her leg to lift it up and give me some room. “Looks like you really wore yourself out.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Amber nodded, smiling weakly.
“From the look on your face, you look like you needed that.”
“I was so worked up after last night.”
“Last night?” I asked, confused. I couldn’t think of anything we did in particular that would have gotten her so worked up.
“Watching you.”
“Oh...” My eyes widened for a second. That was not what I was expecting to hear. I remembered my own powerful orgasm and how I came so hard when I heard Amber’s voice calling me Daddy. Then, when I opened my eyes and saw her, I wasn’t sure what to make of that. “I had no idea you were there.”
“I kinda figured,” Amber blushed. “It was really cool ... umm, watching you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. She’d seen me jerk off before, but that was all from my ex’s instigation. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy those moments. I did. Immensely. Somehow this felt different, though. I don’t want to say it was like I was being intruded on, but that’s exactly how it was.
I felt my heart starting to race, like a horse that had been given its head.
“Are you mad at me?” Amber’s question reined me in, and my head turned. My eyes landed on hers and I saw hers worried. “I didn’t mean to spy on you, honest! When I came to your room and saw you, I ... just got excited and wanted to watch you again. Kind of like when you watched me the other night.”
Now it was my turn to feel the heat rise in my face. Turnabout is fair play, or so they say. Amber didn’t do anything to me that I hadn’t done to her. I swallowed the nervous lump forming in my throat.
“No, honey. I’m not mad at all.”
“Are you sure?”
I took in a deep, calming breath and when I released it, the tension I was feeling left with it.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me watch you again?”
“Do you want to?” I asked. I needed to make sure she was being honest with me. “I’m not young or in good shape like the boys your age, or your brother for that matter.”
“You look really good, Daddy.” The proud smile on her face made me happy.
“Does that mean I get another brownie?” I teased.
“Uh-uh,” she shook her head jerkily as I grumbled dramatically. “Nope!”
That evening after dinner, we convened in the living room to watch a few more episodes of Shameless. Amber snuggled into my side and pulled my arm around her. Once again, my arm rested between her breasts, my hand just above her left one. Once she settled in, she didn’t move.
Me, I just enjoyed having her snuggling against me. It seemed like every chance she could she used me as a backrest and my arm as some kind of human blanket. It’s not like the house was cold and she needed my body heat. Still, I wasn’t complaining. It was curious that she always placed my hand on her chest. That wasn’t all that strange since she had done that since she was a little thing. Now that she had breasts, though, it was attention-grabbing to say the least.
I was getting tired by the end of the second episode. Amber, I was pretty sure, had passed out. Joe looked over and his brow furrowed as he saw the sleeping form of his little sister.
“You think we could watch one more?” Joe asked, his eyes flicking down to his sister and back up to meet mine.
I agreed. But when that one ended, I quietly informed him we were done for the night.
Joe readily agreed, nodding as he hit the power button on the remote control and shut off the TV.
“Goodnight, Joe,” I said, trying to get in a position that would afford me to be able to pick up Amber without waking her. “Don’t stay up too late.”
“‘Nite, Dad. I won’t.”
After getting Amber tucked into bed, I trudged my way to my own bedroom and flopped down on the bed. I was ready to pass out. Not wanting to sleep on top of the covers, I grunted and groaned as I rolled off the edge of the mattress and slid under the sheets. My head rested perfectly in the pillows, and I closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come. The fact that I was nodding off on the couch no longer seemed to matter. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open at that point and I knew if I let them close, I would be sound asleep in moments. Now, that was no longer the case.
Instead of fighting to get to sleep, I let my mind wander over my day. Everything from waking up to this very moment. I replayed the entire day like I was watching a movie.
There were two highlights that made me smile mentally as I visualized them. The first was when Amber and I were outside. The second was when we came back in and found Joe in the living room. I couldn’t help being amused at my daughter’s reaction when she caught Joe jacking off. I knew she’d seen him more times than I could probably count, let alone remember. Lately though, as he grew older, he wasn’t so brazen as to do it out in the open like he had today.
I was kind of glad she hadn’t given him shit. We’d tried hard to instill the idea that sex and masturbation were normal and nothing to be ashamed of, but sometimes teasing your sibling seemed more important.
Now neither my ex nor I minded Amber teasing him to get him hard. That was completely different than teasing him because he was hard. Over the years, it was kind of funny when she tried to get him to react to her, and I didn’t think Joe really cared that much. That type of teasing wasn’t mean, and Amber was never mean. Sarcastic at times but never mean.
Besides, I was pretty confident he wasn’t getting blue balls from her actions. She was never one to turn down the chance to feel the joys and pleasure of her own orgasms and obviously watching Joe go through those signs only heightened her enjoyment as well. That said, I decided I should probably remind him that he could tell her to cut it out. I doubted he would, but he needed to feel comfortable too, you know?
Of course, if he did shut her down, who knew what Amber’s reaction would be. I suspected she would come for me—literally. What I would do when or if that moment came, I had no idea. I wasn’t my ex. She would have no qualms whatsoever about what to do. She would take the bull by the horns and jump in with both feet without a moment’s hesitation.
That’s exactly what she did when she taught both of our kids how to masturbate and make themselves feel good. Sure, that started out as basic anatomy lessons when the kids asked why they were different from each other. Those days didn’t last all that long, though, because once the flood gates were opened, the questions came pouring out from both Amber and Joe about all sorts of things. Things their Mom was more than happy to explain with demonstrations of her own followed up by hands-on instruction for them.
Me, I was a lot more reserved. Not having my ex here to instigate things like the old days would be ... different. I thought about it for a moment more before I realized my gut was right, as it usually was. She’d definitely turn her attention to me. That would be interesting.
The next two days went pretty much like the last couple. Joe spent most of his time in his room but joined us for meals and hanging out at the fire pit. Some evenings we watched Shameless or other TV shows, with Amber assuming her preferred position snuggled up into my side. Twice she masturbated on the couch while I was working. I couldn’t help but notice she angled herself so that I could have a better view from my spot behind my desk. Of course, I took short breaks to watch her bring herself to orgasm. That was always fun.
I wasn’t terribly shocked by the fact that Joe didn’t join her. On one of those occasions, he did stop to watch for a bit but then headed into the kitchen to get something to drink before racing back to his game. Yeah, Amber continued to tease him, using all the little tricks she knew to get a rise out of her brother. She even ribbed him when she noticed his growing or already turgid erection. She wanted to watch him stroke his cock while she played, but he didn’t. Instead, he took care of that in the privacy of his room.
The big change was the surprise phone call from James and Judy. They were on a road trip to Seattle, Washington, and wanted to stop by for an evening. I asked the kids if they wanted some company for dinner this week and both of them got excited at the prospect of seeing Judy and James again.
“I can make steaks on the grill!” Joe blurted out loud enough for James and his wife to hear him over the phone.
“Hmm,” James mused. “Is he any good with the grill?”
I knew Joe couldn’t hear what was being said and he just stood there staring at me while I talked on the phone.
“Yeah, takes after his dad,” I answered, smirking.
Joe’s eyes lit up.
“Oh really?” James said. “Well then, tell him we’re looking forward to it.”
“I’m sure he is. too.”
“Do we need to bring anything?”
“I’ll take care of the food if you want to get some drinks.”
“Deal.”
When I hung up and turned to Joe, he looked like he was about to start bouncing off the walls with eager anticipation.
“Looks like you’re manning the grill.”
“Yes!’ Joe yelled, throwing up both of his clenched fists in celebration. “This is going to be so cool!”
“We’re going to have to go shopping for steaks and stuff.”
“Sure, okay.”
“When it’s time to go, I don’t want to have to drag you off of the computer.”
“You won’t,” Joe grinned victoriously. “I promise.”
Joe strutted around the house like a damned peacock afterwards for a solid hour. The kid was so proud of himself and excited it was hard not to join him in his jubilation. It really came down to the fact that this was the first time he was going to be able to show off his grilling skills to someone other than his mom and me. Amber and I just rolled our eyes at him, but that didn’t faze him a one bit.
I hadn’t seen James and Judy since I filed for divorce. They were friends my ex and I made on a vacation in Florida before the kids were born. Judy and my ex hit it off right away. James did as well, but it took some time. He was a college football fan like I was, but he supported one of my team’s rivals. Needless to say, it took us a while to find common ground but eventually we did. That is, except for the days when my school played his. Those days were filled with shit talking and all kinds of stupid bets that were never paid.
It turned out that James and Judy were swingers. That came as a bit of a shock when it was revealed to me. My ex didn’t just come out and tell me like a normal spouse would, oh no! She set it up so that Judy and I would have a bit of alone time in the hot tub and the next thing I knew, her tongue was down my throat while my cock was buried in her pussy. It didn’t take long for me to figure out what was going on. I’m not a rocket scientist like one of my best friends, but I’m not exactly an idiot either.
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