Story 4 - To Start is to Finish

My wife, Sarah, starts to yawn, which tells me she’s about to go to bed. She’ll be out as soon as her head hits the pillow and sleeps through anything. I wish I could do that, but I toss and turn for sometimes an hour before I finally drift off.

Our daughter, Jas, gets up to go to bed but always returns. She gives her mother a quick peck before telling her goodnight, which always makes her smile. Sarah has no idea about what she tries to do every night, and I’ll never tell her about the way her hand moves beneath the blanket in search of my dick. If my wife knew, it would be over, which isn’t what I want.

My wife looks at me with reddening, brown eyes beneath her black hair with a smile and a quick kiss on the lips. That’s become as intimate as we get these days. Is it any wonder I don’t want what our daughter does to stop? It’s nice to have a woman interested in touching me there, even if she’s our daughter.

Tonight, there won’t be any stopping her hand. I’ve made up my mind. If my wife won’t take care of my needs, Jas will. As badly as she wants to touch my dick and look at it, she’s willing to do anything. She may have my wife’s body and pale complexion, but she gets her blonde hair, blue eyes, and face from me. I do so want to see her lips wrapped around my shaft while staring into our shared eyes.

I toss the blanket aside as soon as my wife leaves and remove my boxers, which I never wear anything else this time of night. The band I’ve been sitting on is used to keep them in place around my calf since I can’t take the chance of forgetting about putting them back on after I’m done. Finding my boxers outside our bedroom would be very difficult to explain.

The blanket’s returned as it always is, which makes it easy for her to slip her hand beneath when she returns. My hardened state is covered with my hands as I pretend to watch TV. The reason she doesn’t come rushing back after my wife goes to bed is to make certain she’s sleeping.

I should be nervous when she walks in and looks at her hard nipples pressing against the dark shirt, but I’m surprisingly calm. Sarah’s snoring away, which means there’s no chance of being caught doing anything. She sits next to me with a smile and desire in our shared eyes.

She may be 18 with her mother’s tits, but she’s always looked younger than that. Her soft hand moved beneath the blanket to my knee with the promise of pleasure, the same promise ever since puberty hit her hard with wanting to see my dick out of curiosity. I stopped her and told her as politely as I could that it would never happen, which she ignored.

Her curiosity to see it grew to want to touch my dick as she developed, which I never let her have the satisfaction of. By then, I no longer stopped her for the more innocent reasons of the past but of a growing desire to do far more than just let her see and touch it. I knew it was just a matter of time before she’d promised to do all sorts of things to satisfy her curiosity. Patience has a wonderful way of paying off in the end since she’s now to the point of desperation.