Daughter Swap
Copyright© 2026 by Tarl Cabot
Chapter 5: Double Claiming in the Firelight
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5: Double Claiming in the Firelight - Two dads swap daughters for a weekend of forbidden pleasure in a secluded forest camp.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Small Breasts
The fire had settled into a low, steady burn, orange coals breathing heat across the clearing. Brittney stood on unsteady legs, her shorts still unbuttoned, the wet crotch clinging to her inner thighs. She looked at Matt, then Jeff—both men still glistening, still hard in the firelight.
“You’re sure,” Matt said. Not a question.
“I watched,” Brittney said, her voice steadier than her body. “Now I want to feel it.”
Becca rose from the dirt, cum still streaking her thighs. She crossed to Brittney and took her face in both hands.
“It’s a lot,” Becca said softly. “Two at once. You have to breathe through it. You have to stay with us.”
Brittney nodded. Becca kissed her—soft, wet, lingering—and Brittney melted into it, her small hands finding Becca’s hips.
“Lie down,” Matt said.
Jeff dragged a thick blanket off the sleeping bags and spread it near the fire. Brittney lay on her back, knees bent, her tiny body pale against the dark wool. Her hairless mound caught the light, lips already slick from Becca’s earlier fingers.
Matt knelt between her legs. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed slow, deliberate circles.
“We’re going to open you up first,” he said. “One at a time. Then together.”
Jeff knelt beside them, uncapped a bottle of lube, and slicked his fingers. He pressed the pad of his index finger against Brittney’s asshole—no pressure, just a promise.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Jeff said.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Matt slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling upward, and Brittney’s hips jerked. He worked her while Jeff circled her anus, each motion slow, patient. The fire popped. Becca knelt by Brittney’s head, stroking her hair.
“Good girl,” Becca murmured. “Just like that.”
Jeff pushed one finger into Brittney’s ass. She gasped—high, sharp—but her hips pushed back against him.
“More,” she said.
Matt withdrew his fingers, replaced them with the head of his cock. He pressed against her entrance and sank in—one slow, steady inch at a time. Brittney’s mouth opened. Her eyes went wide, then glassy.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, that’s—”
Jeff worked a second finger into her ass, stretching her while Matt began to move. Slow strokes, deep and measured. Brittney’s small breasts swayed with each thrust, nipples stiff, skin flushed.
Becca leaned down and caught Brittney’s mouth in a kiss, her tongue sliding in as Matt fucked her. Brittney moaned into it, her hands gripping Becca’s copper hair.
Matt pulled out after a dozen strokes. He nodded at Jeff.
Jeff moved between Brittney’s legs, slicked his cock, and pressed against her pussy. She was so wet it took no effort—just a slow, hot slide until he was buried to the root.
“Now me,” Matt said.
He knelt behind Brittney, lifted her hips, and pressed the head of his cock to her ass. She tensed.
“Breathe,” Becca said, her lips at Brittney’s ear. “Push out. Let him in.”
Brittney inhaled. Exhaled. Matt pushed—slow, steady—and his cock sank into her ass inch by inch. Brittney made a sound that was half sob, half gasp.
“Both,” she choked. “I can feel both.”
Jeff began to move. Matt matched him—opposite rhythms, one pulling out as the other pushed in. Brittney’s body stretched around them, impossibly full, her belly tense.
Becca slid down Brittney’s body, kissing her chest, her stomach, the jut of her hip. Then lower.
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