Daddy's Double
by Danton Thomas
Copyright© 2026 by Danton Thomas
Incest Sex Story: Samantha goes along with her rebellious roommate/flat mate for some late morning drinks and breakfast at beach bar near their college town. Sam spots her dad's doppleganger sitting near them at the bar and her friend strikes up a conversation and tells the men the truth and heavily flirts, manipulating Sam toward her daddy's double as they get drunk while she goes for the other man. Very soon she is living with regret and emotional/sexual trauma as her "friend' laughs in delight.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Fiction Incest Uncle Niece Cream Pie Oral Sex Public Sex .
Samantha and her friend, Audrey, had woken up pretty early on a Saturday, the coastal sunlight already pressing warm and insistent against the blinds. They were college roommates that had not met until Samantha answered a Craigslist ad to rent the extra bedroom in Audrey’s condo, paid for by her parents. For Sam, who had thought she had a bit of bad girl hidden deep inside her, Aubrey had put her to shame with reckless party-girl swagger. Within a week, after her new flat mate told her that she chose her because she was sexy and wanted to be able to get into better places than ugly girls could go, her new friend gifted her a high quality fake I.D. indicating she was 21. In spite of that, they had completed their fist semester. Only by turning down almost every attempt by the wild Aubry to corrupt her, Sam had passed the semester with high marks. Aubrey and her parents had ultimately thanked Sam for making Aubrey study more than party so passed the semester with a B average, her best semester of the three.
The girls found two adjoining bar stools at a weathered beachfront tavern and went for it, the salt-sticky air already promising impending heat. Like they assumed, it would be mostly older people already up for beers and breakfast, at 10 am, their faces leathered from years of sun and indifference. They had both decided sports bar for beers or boat drinks, instead of the café for mimosas. They just wanted to be near the beach to catch a buzz before the heat and the crowds set in. Before the day became something structured and expected. Aubrey noticed as the bartender looked at Sam more than her, and felt the tinge of jealousy. The all American light blonde haired beauty did nothing to promote herself buy just like at the condo, her guy friends had the hots for the skinny little blonde beauty and her perfect teen youth.
Audrey noticed the hand full of middle aged guys who littered the place checking them out as they sat down, their gazes lingering like flies on sugar. Even the across the bar, the redneck tourist looking guy of about 30, fat and sunburned. He was there with his fat wife or girlfriend and he turned to glance at her, his eyes doing the familiar dance of desire and availability. Sam noticed him. Gross. She turned back toward Audrey, who was sitting down on her right. She quickly glanced and smiled at the late 40’s guy next to her friend, then jerked her head back with a bizarre look on her face, as though she’d seen a ghost dressed in flesh. Phone in hand, she took a picture of the men behind her.
“Audrey. Lean in to me.” Sam said low, her voice barely audible over the clinking glasses and murmured conversations. They leaned closer, shoulders touching, the intimacy of conspiracy. “Holy shit. That guy next to me, behind me. It’s not him, but he looks so much like my dad it’s freaky. Don’t stare at him like that.”
Sam took out her phone. She poked the screen a few times, her thumb trembling slightly. Then she held it out toward her friend.
“My dad’s selfie.” Sam showed her. The guy even had a similar short haircut and glasses like the man next to them.
Audrey looked back and forth a couple times between the phone and the man sitting beyond her friend. She laughed, a bright, sharp sound that cut through the ambient noise.
“Shit, girlfriend, it’s like his double!” Audrey said with her eyes wide and her eyebrows reaching for the sky. “Even the nose and hair and the eyes are kind of the same. A lot the same.”
“I know!” Sam whispered, her voice tight with something between fascination and revulsion. She turned and looked around, and leaned into the bar a little, like she was scanning for a bartender or waitress. Then she took a rapid glance at the man who was turned slightly away, talking to a younger, Persian looking guy in a polo shirt. She turned back quick, her heart hammering a strange, erratic rhythm against her ribs.
“It’s kind of creepy.” Sam told her friend. “Can take our drinks and move? Maybe we should go sit over there.”
“No way girl. This is too good.” Audrey said and got up from her seat, took two steps, tapped the man of interest on the shoulder and sat back down. He swiveled back and looked, his expression open and curious and dangerously welcoming.
“Hi there.” Audrey said across Sam. “I noticed you guys checking us out when we sat down. This is my beautiful friend, Samantha, and I’m Audrey.” She said.
Sam composed herself, pretty embarrassed and awkward, feeling suddenly younger than her nineteen years. The four of them shook hands. The men were Roy (the one that looked like dad) and the darker one was Sam, coincidentally. They joked about how Samantha actually goes by Sam. The guys had shifted their bodies and focus toward the young girls. Completely interested now in their new friends. Obviously enjoying the attention of the attractive young girls, doing their best to posture themselves like confident guys they hoped the girls would see them as. Males hoping to take advantage of the situation, the ancient dance of predation and consent playing out in real time.
“So, Roy...” Audrey said. “Sammy here took one look at you and was crazy attracted to you. We were just talking about it. She was practically dripping wet just looking at your dad-like features.”
Sam turned red, the flush spreading down her neck and chest. Roy made eye contact, made a smiling squinty facial expression as he looked at Audrey in the eyes, then Sam as if to say, “Really.”
“Well if that were true it would have made my day.” He said. “And the feeling would be mutual.” He raised his beer bottle to his lips and took a drink.” Sam turned red and just smiled and looked down, embarrassed, her thighs pressing together under the bar, betraying her.
“Oh it’s true.” Audrey said. “You know how they say girls seek out guys like their fathers, and boys like their mothers? Sam here has daddy issues for days, and looking at you, I can see why she’d want to climb you like a tree.”
“Sure.” Persian Sam said and nodded.
Audrey grabbed Sam’s phone off the bar. Sam tried to grab for it but Audrey was up and in between the two men leaning on the bar, showing them the dad pic. Persian Sam took up the phone for a closer look. Audrey’s hand went on each man’s mid thigh, her fingers brushing dangerously close to their growing bulges. They felt the charge of actual contact, the heat of her palm seeping through their pants. She got the phone and went back, setting it between girl Sam and Roy on the way back, her fingers trailing briefly across Roy’s thick thigh, leaving a phantom warmth.
“That’s remarkable.” Roy said. “He sure does look like me.”
“I know.” Sam said. “I apologize for my friend. She is a total brat. Your last name isn’t Kaley or Brewer, by chance is it? You from Ohio?” She asked him.
“No Sam, Sorry.” He replied. “The name is Roy Johnson. My clan all hail from the Virginia area.”
Persian Sam laughed behind him.
Roy went straight into small talk. The girls agreed they just wanted to get a buzz going on the beach on their day off from Sam’s nursing school and Audrey’s business major. Finally, the bartender came out and Roy insisted he and Samir, his whole first name to avoid confusion, would be picking up the girls’ tab today. Both girls argued that it was not necessary and they would pay for their own, but they insisted and the 20 something bartender agreed to put in on Samir’s tab.
“Fuck it. Fine.” Audrey said. “In that case give us two blue moons and two shots of Patrón, and an order of fries with ketchup and ranch to start. I’m starving. We’ve already been here fifteen minutes.”
The men watched while, with Audrey as the ring leader, the girls toasted their shot glasses, downed them, and chased it with drinks of their beer. Several for Sam.
Samir, who was inspired by their spirit, ordered four more shots. “We don’t want to be left behind by the party bus. Ladies, make room for two more riders.”
The festivities continued. The guys enjoyed being the envy of all those that might care to look over and see them day drinking and hitting it off with the college girls. Samir had just turned 40, but he wasn’t about to volunteer that. It did come out that he and Roy were both sales representatives for an Atlanta based company, on a work trip with the weekend free to play. When Sam asked them what they sold, Samir answered “Sound systems for dance clubs” at the same time Roy said “Concrete and sealant...” which he slurred into and finished with “ ... and speakers and everything needed to give clubs the best sound.” Audrey caught the discordance and realized the club thing was probably bullshit, but she didn’t care. Sam’s attention was momentarily wandering and did not catch it.
Audrey was shamelessly playing matchmaker for her own twisted satisfaction, Sam understood. Audrey had pulled up a stool on the other side of Samir and left her friend alone with her dad’s doppelganger.
When they first went to the ladies’ room together Audrey said, “You know you have to fuck him. Look at him—he’s built thick like a man who knows how to use his cock. I bet he’s packing something substantial in those khakis.”
Sam refused, protested, and told her friend how gross that was.
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