Tender Trap – by melanieatplay

Incest story: Tender Trap by melanieatplay. A father and step-daughter navigate a tumultuous divorce. This story is a collaboration between myself and my editor and friend Pete. I hope that you enjoy it.

Incest story: Tender Trap – Chap 1

by melanieatplay

Genres: Fiction, Incest, Older Male / Female

Having just completed his regular, early morning swim in the bay, Don walked up from the water and up onto his own small, private beach. The cool, crisp Southern California water left him invigorated and he felt ready to begin his day.

After walking the short distance up through the sand to his house, he stripped off his clothes, dried off, and was now sitting naked in his comfy armchair-recliner, scanning through the porn sites on his one major extravagance, a ninety-inch screen smart TV.

Living alone in this rather large beach house, it had become a sort of an early morning ritual that after his swim, he’d find a video he liked and slowly stroke himself to orgasm before carrying on with the rest of the day’s activities. He liked to take his time and edge a little, letting the feelings build up in time with the action on whichever video he was watching.

He had found one he hadn’t seen before, involving a guy in his forties gradually persuading and seducing his shy eighteen-year-old babysitter. His pre-cum was already flowing over the glans and lubricating his foreskin as he moved it up and down with slow strokes, alternately covering and uncovering the bulbous, blood-filled head.

As the video progressed to its inevitable conclusion, he continued to get himself closer to his own; his breathing increasing along with the stroking of his hand. Then the damn phone rang. He thought about ignoring it, but he was expecting an important call from the office concerning a lucrative real estate deal he was trying to put together and he couldn’t risk letting it go to voice mail.

Keeping one eye on the action on the TV, but having muted the sound, he picked up the phone.

“Hi Dad, it’s Sydney”

He hadn’t heard from his step-daughter Sydney since he had split up with her mother some months ago and was now in the process of divorcing her for adultery. He wasn’t sure what her feelings were about the situation, or how she felt about him.

“Hello sweetie,” he said, not hiding his surprise, “it’s great to hear from you.”

“You sound a bit odd and out of breath Dad, are you okay?”

I’m glad this isn’t a video phone call he thought, still absently stroking his very hard cock and trying to control his breathing.

“Yes, I’m fine…err… just come in from my swim,” he stuttered, watching as another stream of pre-cum dribbled out of the end of his cock.

“How are you holding up, Dad?”

I guess I’m holding up fine, he thought, but he knew that wasn’t what she meant. He hadn’t anticipated chatting with his eighteen-year-old daughter naked and with a very hard erection, but it sort of had its erotic side to it, although perhaps slightly perverted.

“I am doing all right, just the usual things, you know, working, swimming, eating, drinking, not much else to do here on your own.”

“Sorry Dad, maybe I should have called you sooner, but I’m so glad you’re doing well, it’s really good to hear your voice.”

His erection refused to go down, in fact, hearing her very silky, feminine voice, seemed to have made it harder if anything. It wasn’t good to be talking to her like this; it’s not something he had ever thought about before.

“You too, so how are things at school, have you finished all your exams now?” he replied, feeling the sensation increase as his hand continued to move slowly up and down the shaft.

“I only have two finals left now Dad and I know I’ve done really well on the two that I’ve taken so far.”

“That’s great, I am sure you will do well, you always did work hard.”

“Dad…”

“What is it, Syd?”

“I have something important that I need to ask you.”

“Errr…okay,… I’m listening, but you know your mother fairly stripped me clean.”

“Dad, I’m doing fine and I don’t need any money, it’s not that,” she said quickly.

Hmmm not money, then what?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that’s what you were calling for, it’s just a raw subject at the moment sweetie.”

“I know what Mom is trying to do to you financially. I feel bad for even asking this but, would it be okay if I spent the summer with you?”

He stopped stroking his cock. The thought of her actually coming to stay made him focus more on the conversation. It would put an end to these morning sessions, but a bit of company would be a welcome change.

“Syd, of course, you can come and stay, but you know it’s just me and there isn’t a lot to do here except swim and soak up the sun, we’re fairly remote here remember”

His heart was beating faster for some reason, maybe it was just the thought of some company or that she actually wanted to come and stay with him. He waited with bated breath to see if she was going to change her mind.

“I know what Mom has been putting you through and I just thought maybe you’d like a little company, but I’d never want to inconvenience you,” she added.

“No, really, I would love it. When do you want to come?”

“I hate to even ask this Dad, but some friends of mine are going on a road trip to the east coast and they asked me if I would give them a ride to San Diego. I was wondering if they could stay the night with us when we get there. We’d probably arrive sometime Saturday afternoon and they’d probably leave first thing Sunday morning.”

“Ehmmm… yes I guess so, I have enough room and I am sure it will liven the place up a bit.”

“Are you sure that’s not putting you out?”

“No, it’ll be fine Sydney, look forward to seeing you… all.”

“That sounds great Dad, I’ll see you on Saturday, bye bye.”

“Okay, drive carefully, I only have one daughter you know!”

“Bye Sweetie.”

She felt so much better after she got off the phone with her father. Actually, he was her step-father, but since he had raised her since she was two, he was the only father she’d ever known. Slowly, she’d been able to pick up the pieces after learning that her mother had been having an affair for the past year and her parents mutually decided that their marriage was over.

Don was very successful. He had built one of the largest real estate firms in southern California from the ground up, so she knew that her mother would be well taken care of. Probably better-taken care of than she deserved, especially after cheating on him. She couldn’t even stand to think about her, or what she did to their family. Luckily, being an only child, there were no other lives ruined besides hers and her father’s. He had given Sydney’s mother everything; a huge house in Beverly Hills, a new car to drive every year, God, that woman wanted for nothing and this is how she repaid him! Why her mother even needed to look for another man was beyond her understanding. Her father was a handsome man, and her mother’s apparent need to look outside her marriage was something that Sydney just couldn’t understand.

Sydney’s mom wanted for nothing, but truth be told, Don’s hard work had made her life very easy as well. She didn’t like to admit it, but he spoiled her too: A closet full of clothes, a brand new Mini Cooper convertible sports car, and he even paid her education expenses. Sydney had it all, and she was so terrified that because of her mother’s actions, her relationship with her father would be forever changed. Would he hold what her mother had done against her? It seemed as though it had already created a chasm in their relationship, and she wasn’t sure what she’d do if her father wasn’t in her life.

Sydney had planned on spending part of the summer in Beverly Hills with her parents, but now, her father had moved out of their home and moved into their vacation house on the beach in San Diego. She could barely stand to even talk to her mother, much less be around her for the entire summer. She was so relieved that her Dad was okay with letting her stay with him and letting her friends hang out and spend the night.

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The sun felt so good on Sydney’s face as she drove down the Pacific Coast Highway south from the campus of the University of Southern California towards San Diego. Her friends Addison and Kenna were romantically holding hands in the back seat and it made her feel like a ‘third wheel’ as she sat in the front seat by herself.

Watching her best friends in the rear-view mirror made her consider changing her mind and embarking on the road trip with them. However, she knew her dad needed her more than they did. She could tell he was lonely and needed some company and after everything he had done for her, being there for him, was much more important than spending the summer with her friends on the east coast.

The girls had stayed up late last night, partying with their friends and celebrating the end of finals and the beginning of the summer break. Sydney had a fun time and even let a couple of guys chat her up, but she found it really difficult to get into the festive spirit. Her thoughts were on her father, especially after she had spoken with him.

The closer Sydney and her friends got to San Diego, the more uncomfortable she felt that she had invited herself over to her father’s house for the summer. The last thing she wanted to do was make an already bad situation worse. She really hoped that when she saw him face to face, she’d be able to convince him that she really did have good intentions and that all she wanted was to spend some time with him and renew their relationship.

She pulled off of the main highway and turned down the small street that led to their vacation beach home. Feeling the warm sun on her face, and smelling the cool, crisp salt air, brought back many wonderful memories of her childhood when she and her parents had spent many amazing summers on the beach. Life seemed so simple then. It was before the time of infidelities, lawyers, and divorce settlements. Like a child, she longed for those simpler times; times that she didn’t know if she’d ever experience again.

“My God Sydney, this is your summer home?”

Kenna’s voice broke her out of her deep reflection.

“Yeah Sydney, spoiled much?” Addison said, gently teasing her.

“I told both of you about this place,” Sydney said, smiling at her friends in the rear-view mirror while pulling the Mini-Cooper into the driveway.

“You told us your dad had a house on the beach, not a mansion on the beach,” Kenna said.

“This isn’t a mansion guys,” she said, laughing.

She was thankful now that they hadn’t stayed with her mother in Beverly Hills and her friends hadn’t seen that house.

“Both of you remember what I said about my father, he’s going through a really tough time right now, just be nice to him.”

“Don’t worry so much Syd, he’s going to love us,” Addison said.

As the time for Sidney’s visit drew closer, Don got busy cleaning the house; getting the pool sparkling clear, making sure there was fresh linen for the beds and buying more provisions than he would normally use when he was alone. It had been some time since he had a house guest, let alone three young women, and to be truthful, he was feeling a little nervous. He was wondering whether his choices of food were what young women eat, or what they might all talk about, as he felt a little out of touch with the ‘young’ scene. Don had been waiting all day, trying to keep busy and had changed his clothes twice.

“‘What’s the matter with me?” he mused to himself, as he looked out the window for the umpteenth time.

Just as he was thinking what to do next to occupy his time, he heard the thumping, bass beat, of loud music and tires crunching up the gravel driveway.

“Well here we go,” he thought, and made his way to the entrance hall, casting a last glance in the mirror as he went past, giving his reflection a quick once over. He couldn’t help but notice that his dark hair had been taking on a ‘salt and pepper’ tint over the last several years and he knew this divorce wasn’t helping that in the slightest. However, he still got his fair share of looks from women, even some younger ones, which always helped to stroke his ego. He strived to stay active and was actually in better shape now than he was a decade ago. He quickly put his divorce and his appearance out of his mind as he anxiously opened the front door.

Sydney watched her father open the door and approach the car. He looked thinner since the last time she had seen him. Had he been eating well? He did say he had been swimming in the morning, maybe that’s it. She knew he had to have lost a few pounds with all that exercise.

“Hi Dad,” Sydney said, as she exited the car and walked up to her father and gave him big hug.

“It’s great to see you, Syd,” he said quietly, returning the hug and feeling a little self-conscious under the gaze of her two friends who were looking on.

She closed her eyes and felt his strong arms wrap around her; that warm, loving embrace that she hadn’t experienced in months. It was a feeling that she sorely missed, even though she didn’t realize it until now.

Almost immediately, a lifetime’s worth of memories came flooding back from her subconscious. When she was five, he taught her how to swim in their backyard pool, when she was seven, he taught her how to ride a bike, when she was thirteen he drove her on her first date with a boy, and when she was fifteen, he taught her how to drive a car.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she whispered into his ear, “I missed you, dad.”

“Hey, I missed you too sweetie,” he said, burying his head in her hair and inhaling its fresh, outdoor smell, ”and we have some catching up to do, but maybe you might like to introduce me to your friends first?”

After they broke their embrace, she felt more than a little embarrassed wiping a tear from her eye. She hadn’t expected that sudden rush of emotions that she was now feeling and she desperately wanted to get herself back under control, especially in front of her friends.

“I’m sorry Dad,” she said, as she took his hand in hers, squeezing it firmly. “These are my best friends Addison and Kenna.”

The other girls had exited the back seat of the Cooper and were amorously holding hands, watching the tender display play out in front of them.

“Hi, Mr. Anderson,” Addison said enthusiastically. “You have such a beautiful house.”

“Thank you,” he said, extending his hand, expecting a handshake, but each of them moved quickly forward following Sidney’s lead and gave him a quick group hug.

Don felt their warm bodies pressed against his as they put their arms around him, each one lightly kissing the nearest cheek, their firm breasts pressing hard against him.

“Wow, errrrr…nice to meet you,” he stuttered, quickly removing his hands, when, due to their skimpy tops, he found warm, bare flesh on each of their backs. “And please, call me Don, ‘Mr.’ makes me feel my age,” he said, trying to make light of it all.

“Looks like we’re acquainted already,” he said to Sidney, giving her a quirky smile, “how about I move the luggage into the house, while you show Addison and Kenna around.”

“Hey, girls,” Sidney said, maybe a little louder than necessary, “if you can untangle yourselves from my dad, I’ll give you the grand tour.”

The three girls walked up the sidewalk and into the house.

It had been three years since Sydney had been inside the beach house and it looked as if very little had changed. The front door opened into the great room which had large vaulted ceilings and a winding staircase that led up to the two smaller bedrooms. Right off the great room was a large open kitchen and an attached breakfast bar as well as a small informal dining room table. Just off the kitchen was the large formal dining room that Sydney couldn’t remember ever eating in.

While surveying the large expansive space, the memories came flooding back.

She remembered cooking breakfast for her parents, the three of them eating at the breakfast bar while laughing and joking with each other. Much happier times.

The voices of Addison and Kenna brought her out of her deep reflection.

“Sydney, it’s so beautiful,” Kenna said, “I love the dark oak rafters, they go perfectly with the beige walls. And look at that fireplace, it’s just beautiful, and I love how that elegant stonework goes all the way up the wall and into the ceiling,”

“The furniture is so sleek and modern Syd, and these paintings, they’re just beautiful, who decorated this place?” said Addison.

“My mom did, she used to be an interior designer before my dad got his real estate business off of the ground.”

“Well she did an amazing job,” said Addison.

“What’s through that door?” Kenna asked.

“That’s the master bedroom.”

The three girls peered inside the expansive room at the large king-size bed. It was a strange feeling for Sydney not to see her mom’s things inside the room. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the whole house felt different even though it looked exactly the same.

“C’mon, let me show you your bedroom,” Sydney said, eager to put these strange feelings behind her, even if only for a few minutes.

The girls walked up the winding staircase to the second floor where they were met by Don at the top of the stairs. He had somehow managed to get all three of the girls’ luggage up there in one trip.

“I thought for tonight Sydney, you could sleep on the couch and let the girls have the two bedrooms.”

Addison and Kenna softly giggled while Sydney immediately began to blush.

“Dad, they’re going to sleep together in this bedroom and I’m going to sleep in my old room down the hall.”

Don gave Sydney a puzzled look until the realization of what he was being told hit him and he began to blush as well.

“Well, ummm… that sounds like a good plan too,” he said, his face breaking into a soft smile.

“C’mon let me show you the best part of a house,” Sydney said while walking by her dad, and giving his hand a soft, gentle, reassuring squeeze as she passed, letting him know it was alright.

She led the girls back down the stairs and into the great room. The three girls peered out of the large west-facing picture windows towards the back yard and the ocean.

Sydney opened the door and the three girls walked out onto the large deck. It had a beige outdoor couch, love seat, and two chairs which sat on large brown ceramic pavers. The deck also had four sunbathing chairs. Of course, the best part of the outdoor living space was the large, sunken, in-ground pool and hot tub. The deck was enclosed by a four-foot privacy wall with a gate and several steps that went down to the sand. About fifty feet beyond the sand was the Pacific Ocean.

Kenna and Addison’s mouth dropped open when they viewed the stunning sight.

“Sydney, it’s just beautiful,” Addison said.

“Being here again reminds me how much I’ve missed this place,” Sydney said.

After several minutes of taking in the awe-inspiring site, Sydney broke the silence.

“Anyone feel like a swim?”

Don was still thinking about the hug he had got, both from Syd, and her two friends, while he watched the girls going from place to place, examining all the different aspects of the property; making appreciative little ‘Ohhhs’ and ‘Ahhhs’ as they took in all of the splendid features. He couldn’t help but compare his daughter to them as they turned this way and that, and what he saw, put her alongside them in the ‘stunning’ category.

Like Sydney, Kenna had long blonde hair that was nearly halfway down her back. In contrast, Addison had long brunette locks that were just as long, or maybe even a bit longer than the other two. All three girls were average height and extremely fit. Because of an almost daily workout regimen, the girls had managed to avoid the ‘freshman fifteen’ syndrome that plagued so many first-year college women.

Watching Sydney show her friends around the house, Don couldn’t help but think back how, as a little girl, they had been very close, and now here she was, a grown woman and he still felt that closeness that was hard to put a name to.

He saw them coming back into the house, no doubt to get changed and take up Sidney’s suggestion for a swim. It certainly was the right evening for it, warm, but not too hot and a gentle breeze just about moving the palm leaves on the trees.

He decided to go quickly to the kitchen area and make a few drinks for them. He didn’t want them to think he was in any way spying on them, although from what Sydney had said, the two girls only had eyes for each other it seemed.

“Are margaritas okay for you all?” he shouted out from the bar area.

“Margaritas would be great Dad,” Sydney said while stepping out onto the ceramic pavers of the deck, with her friends following close behind her.

“I just can’t get over how beautiful it is here,” Kenna said, marveling at the crystal blue waters.

“It’s just a beach guys,” Addison said, gently teasing them. “I believe you’ll find there’s quite a few like it in California.”

While it was true that there are many beautiful beaches in California, none of them had the effect on Sydney like this one.

Kenna’s voice broke Sydney from her thoughts.

“My God, what are you wearing?” she said, as she watched Addison remove the beach wrap that was over her swimsuit.

“Duh, it’s called a bikini,” she said, as the jaws of the other two girls dropped when they witnessed what Addison had on under her wrap.

“I’d say that’s half a bikini at best,” Kenna said, smiling.

“It’s called a Wicked Weasel and don’t hate on me just because you can’t get your fat bottom into one,” Addison said.

“You know you’re getting dunked for that one bitch, as soon as we get into the pool,” Kenna said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth.

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