A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 both the kids slept in. Or at least they didn’t come out of their rooms. That gave me some alone time as I sipped my morning coffee. I thought about Judy as I drank the first of two cups. That was the first time I’d really thought about some of the unexpected consequences of getting divorced. I started to wonder how many of the friends I had made over the years would no longer be my friends now that my ex wasn’t on my arm. At least not the same type of friends they had been before.
I couldn’t help the feeling of selfishness that washed over me as I continued to meander down that trail of thought. I even started questioning myself and debating that maybe I had made a mistake. That I shouldn’t have gone through with it. By the time I finished off my second cup of coffee, I was well and truly wallowing in my own self-pity. I was mourning friendships that I didn’t know if I had even lost or not.
I was already too deep in my own thoughts to just shake it off, but I needed something to take my mind off of that maddening train of thought. With the kids still asleep in their rooms, that left me only one real option ... my computer and work.
By the time Amber emerged, blurry-eyed, I was already neck deep in emails and two different business proposals. She crossed her arms under her breasts and looked hard at me.
“Working again?” she asked.
I only risked the slightest glance her way before focusing back on the screen.
“Nah. Just screwing around,” I said. I was trying to deflect and downplay what I was actually doing.
“Uh-huh, I don’t believe you, Daddy.”
That was a trap. It was so obvious I could see it, smell it, and could even taste it, as it hung in the air waiting to snare me in its pincers. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes forward.
“Daddy...” Amber’s voice dropped, getting serious and I saw her moving to stand in front of my desk, glaring at me.
“It’s nothing, honey.”
“What’s nothing?”
“Ugh!” I groaned and slid my chair back away from desk and let my hands fall loudly onto my thighs. “Really, Amber. It’s nothing, okay? I was being dumb but now I’m better.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, and I looked up to meet her eyes. I saw the worry there, genuine concern. That one look was enough to snap me out of my self-induced stupor. Seeing her emotions written so plainly across her face was exactly what I needed in that moment.
“Come here,” I said, smiling as best I could and opening my arms to her.
She was hesitant at first, but when my smile didn’t falter, she raced around my desk and jumped into my lap, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tightly to her.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.
“I’m better than okay now.” I could feel the joyful smile on her face as she squeezed me even tighter.
“I wanna do something today,” Amber announced as she slowly relented on the hug she was giving me and leaned back to look me in the eye.
“Like what?”
“Go somewhere.”
I nodded. “Well, we’re due for a grocery run. We’re running dangerously low of sugary, delicious snacks.”
Amber glared at me, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“Okay, fine,” I chuckled. “No snacks, but I’m sure we can find a few things we need while we’re out.”
“Could we have lunch at the diner just off the highway?”
“You’d have to wear clothes,” I teased.
“Duh!” She rolled her eyes.
I chuckled at her annoyance. Sometimes needling her was irresistible.
“So can we?”
“Well, I suppose ... it depends on what time your brother wakes up.”
“I’ll go wake him!”
“Whoa there!” I grabbed onto her and kept her from racing down to do just that. “Not so fast. You gotta wait until at least, oh, ten-thirty, okay?”
She pouted and I rolled my eyes.
“You’ll survive.”
“Uh-huh.”
But she didn’t argue. Instead, she slid off my lap and headed to the kitchen to get herself some breakfast.
At ten-thirty on the dot, Amber stormed into Joe’s room and yanked the blankets off him. I heard the yowls of protest, but I didn’t intervene. I knew better. When Amber had her sights set on a goal, you had to be nearly suicidal to get in her way. I just smiled in amusement.
Ten-thirty was plenty late to sleep in. After a few loud comments, Amber emerged with a triumphant smile. Joe was a little bit behind her and clearly unimpressed with what had just happened. Amber stopped and looked at her brother as he slowly made his way to the kitchen. She made the point of looking at his midsection and grinned like a mad woman. I just shook my head. The poor guy had a serious case of morning wood, and she was loving it.
“Have a quick bowl of cereal,” I told Joe, “We’re heading into town as soon as you’re done.”
He nodded and went into the kitchen.
I could see the gears in Amber’s mind turning.
“Leave him alone,” I admonished. “You want to go shopping, right?”
She huffed.
“You need to get dressed.”
She stomped off to do just that.
We returned from lunch at the diner and shopping in mid-afternoon. Amber wriggled out of her clothes as soon as we were in the door. Joe rolled his eyes, and we both just watched her as she put on her little show. As soon as she was out of the way, Joe and I carried the sacks into the kitchen to be put away.
I had tried and failed miserably to sneak in some junk food, but Amber was like a damned prison warden. I had to resort to underhanded tactics, enlisting Joe to help me. That worked, only because Amber thought the stuff Joe grabbed was for him and him alone.
The three of us worked as a team to get everything put away. Amber and Joe made a deal that he would put stuff that belonged on the higher shelves away while Amber took care of the lower, more ground level things we’d brought home.
I had a feeling there was a reason Joe was so quick to agree to Amber’s suggestion. That was proven true as soon as Amber bent over to put somethings in a lower cabinet, Joe really noticed. It was hard not to since her ass and pussy were right there in full view.
I did my best not to smirk. Joe just stared at her like he was getting paid by the second. I didn’t need to look at his dick to know he was rock hard.
So, when we finished, he excused himself to go to his room. I wasn’t surprised.
Amber watched him go with a satisfied grin.
“You did that intentionally,” I said.
“Me? Did what?”
“Don’t give me that.” I glared. “You made the point to be bent over an awful lot in front of him.”
She tried to look innocent but couldn’t hold it before she laughed.
“Be nice to your brother, or you might get more than you bargained for.”
“I am nice!”
“Uh-huh.”
She gave me a knowing look. “He’s having a nice time right now.”
I rolled my eyes but started laughing because I knew she was right.
She giggled and left the room.
That afternoon we opted to play some cards, which got kind of heated, but that was normal. Dinner couldn’t come soon enough and when it finally did, Joe and I grilled once again, with Amber making a salad. I suggested a fire in the pit once we got everything cleaned up and put away, but Joe wanted to get back to his game.
“You just want to talk to your girlfriend,” Amber teased.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he growled.
“Oh?” I asked curiously. The way he snapped back at his sister, I was pretty sure she was at least partially right.
“She’s not!” He crossed his arms and glared at his sister before looking back at me.
“Uh-huh.” Amber continued.
“She’s not.”
“Go play your game,” I said. Then to Amber, “Should we have a fire?”
She grinned and nodded exuberantly.
“Great, let’s go!” I grinned, and the two of us headed to the backyard and into the night.
I settled back into my chair as the fire crackled. Amber came outside and stood next to the flames for a minute, just basking in its warmth. Then she climbed onto my lap. She shifted around like last time, until her butt was firmly planted where she wanted it. I put my arms around her and enjoyed the feeling of her soft, firm skin as she leaned into me.
Amber sighed happily.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s nice.”
“Mmm hmm.” She let her head fall back onto my shoulder.
“Especially with someone.”
She giggled, which felt delightful.
“So ... uh...,” she began, “it’s been a while?”
“Since what?”
“Since you dated or you know, was with someone.”
“I’m with someone now.”
“Dad!”
I chuckled. “Well, I am.”
She huffed, but I could tell she was pleased.
“So...,” she began again, “No one since Mom?”
“I’ve been busy.” There had been women, but I didn’t feel the need to share that.
“You need to get back out there, you know.”
“Get out there and what?”
“Date.”
I laughed.
She squirmed around and glared at me, though more for show than real anger. “I’m serious!”
“Okay.” I held up my hands, palm out, in surrender.
“I mean it. You need to be with someone.”
“I have been.”
“Your old friends?”
“Mmm hmm.” That wasn’t exactly true, but I didn’t feel the need to get into the details.
“That’s not the same and you know it.”
I chuckled. “No, it’s not.”
She twisted back around and leaned against me. She wasn’t conceding, but she wasn’t going to argue more.
Instead, we did our best to enjoy the fire.
I couldn’t sleep. The problem was, I was horny. Amber was right. I needed something a bit more regular. I had maintained a few old friendships and it’s not that I didn’t enjoy them—I did—but it wasn’t the same as having a girlfriend.
So, I eased out of bed and padded down to the living room. I fired up the computer and started browsing some of the dating sites. There were plenty of apps out there, and I didn’t want to just default to Tinder. I read through a couple but then just started bookmarking them for later. A dating site wasn’t what I needed now. I had a more pressing need that wasn’t going to wait and frankly, I didn’t want it to.
Instead, I opened up my favorite online erotica site and discovered a new story by one of my favorite authors. The main character was on a European vacation with his mom, and it was clear they were going to cross the line and have sex.
I leaned back in my chair and started slowly stroking myself as I read.
I’d gotten deep into chapter four, when I heard movement from the hall. I looked over towards the noise and saw Amber standing there, her arms crossed under her breasts and a knowing smirk on her face. Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock and back to my face.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I wanna watch you come.”