Chapter 3

“Go ahead,” said Ellen, who was lying in bed with her back to her husband. “I know you can’t wait to go to her room.”

Bob was sitting on the edge of their bed. It was three in the morning and he thought his wife had already fallen asleep. It wasn’t like his nightly visits to their youngest daughter’s room were a secret anymore, but to do his private business while she was sleeping just seemed more in keeping with propriety. Even so, she was the one who decided to start fucking her cousin again, something she hadn’t done since they got married. If that hadn’t happened, maybe he’d be just as happy staying where he was and feeding his needful cock to his own wife.

Who was he kidding? Nothing would stop him from tiptoeing down the hall in the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t that Bob and Ellen didn’t love each other anymore. They had simply realized they both had needs that went beyond their marital bed. They were still on good terms, and still had sex with each other. Ellen had even invited Bob to join in a threesome with her and her cousin, Freddie. She said it was something she always wanted to try. Bob told her he was still thinking about it, but he claimed his current situation made him say no to it so far.

However, the real reason he hadn’t given Ellen a yes about a threesome yet was because her cousin was bisexual and Bob wasn’t sure if he was ready to try that. Back in college, he and his roommate had given each other mutual handjobs several times, but that was just because they were young, horny and needed to cum when there weren’t any girls on the horizon. He had to admit having another guy’s hand on his cock had felt incredibly good, and he’d loved the way his roommate’s cock throbbed and pulsed in his own hand. Off and on through the years since, Bob found himself wishing he’d sucked his old roommate’s cock just to know what it was like. It seemed he’d never have such a chance again until Ellen brought up the idea about the two of them playing with her cousin.

“Alright, Honey,” he finally said, thoughts of what he was about to do overshadowing his thoughts of cock play from years before. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“I will. Just be extra quiet tonight with Chad in the house. He might not be as understanding as the rest of the family.”

Bob frowned, thinking about what he’d seen their son and Becky doing while he pretended to be dozing in front of an old, holiday movie. If it weren’t for everything else that had been going on under their roof he would’ve been even more disappointed with Becky. It wasn’t as if Bob didn’t love his middle child. He just didn’t know what to do with her. She’d always looked up to Chad more than anyone in the family, including her parents. And all through high school and community college she’d majored in booty shorts and tank tops, managing to fail every subject except fashion design.

Bob didn’t think there’d been anything sexual going on between Chad and Becky before his son left for college, but there obviously was now. Tara wouldn’t allow him to say anything about it, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Becky just wasn’t the kind of girl he imagined his successful son getting involved with, sister or not.

It was easy to understand the temptation, though. Becky was red hot and sexy no matter what way you looked at it. As her father, even he was never immune to effect she had in carelessly revealing choices of outfits. Becky had unknowingly given her father countless erections, which only made his frustration with her that much worse. Even now, his cock was already rising as he thought back to the sight of Chad’s fingers sliding up in his sister’s unwittingly exposed fuck hole.

“Jesus,” Bob whispered to himself, giving his rapidly swelling cock a squeeze through his pajamas.

“Sounds like you better hurry,” his wife snickered quietly. “Just remember to be careful while Chad’s here.”

“Yes, yes, so you’ve said,” he agreed, standing up.

Bob’s pajamas tented in front as he made his way to the bedroom door. He silently let himself out into the hall and made his way to the room at the end.

Bob was like an older, slightly stockier version of Chad, with his dark brown hair just beginning to grey here and there. The prominent size of the erection in his pajamas was yet another reflection of attributes passed from father to son. With his cock bulging forward, he silently let himself into Tara’s room. Obviously, Bob had special feelings for his younger daughter. She was the one who finally let him see how it was to have a real Daddy’s girl in his life. What they had together was beyond special, and he loved her more than anything in the world.

Bob padded quietly to his daughter’s bed and sat gently on the side. She was lying on her side, facing the wall, and he was afraid she was still asleep. But when he sat on the bed she immediately turned around.

“Daddy, what took you so long?” she asked. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

Bob smiled, happy to know his pretty youngest had been so eager for his visit. “I’m sorry, Pumpkin. Your mother is being overly cautious now that Chad’s here.”

“After the show they put on for us during the movie I hardly think Chad’s gonna care what we do,” she said with a devilish smirk.

“I suppose you’re right about that, sugar plum,” her father chuckled.

Tara then took an obvious look at the tent in her father’s pajamas. The sight of his aroused pole put a sweet smile on the girl’s face. “Looks like Becky’s little performance got you going.”

“Ugh, your sister is a slut,” the man grunted. “This cock is entirely for you, baby. Daddy likes good girls.”

“Uh, Dad, hello? You sneak in my room every night so I can let you cum in my mouth or pussy. How good can I be?” Tara never liked it when her father said anything demeaning about Becky. But that didn’t keep her from reaching out from under her blanket and fondling his cock through the material of his pajamas.