Daddy, Take Me Ch. 50-53

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Thanks to Kenji for catching all the niggly, little grammatical mistakes. All the rest are mine. Again, thanks for taking the time to stick with this. The end is near. Pretty much…

Chapter 50

Maggie’s Birthday!

Maggie’s eighteenth was coming up, so my parents decided to throw her a party, something we all eagerly agreed with!

Anyway, I needed to know more about my sister’s ongoing fascination with Maisie. We have had a lot of talks about her blossoming sexuality; her uncertainty and angst killing me. I figured her eighteenth was as good a time as any for another, long overdue heart-to-heart. This ‘crush’ on Maisie had been going on for yonks now, not that I hadn’t seen it coming. They had always been close, Maggie sharing some secrets with her alone. Okay, I was a bit put out but was happy she had someone else to confide in. Her burgeoning curiosity began when she was younger and I was there to help her through the minefield of adolescence. Sure, moms and dad did their best, but it took a sister to understand and relate to her fears and uncertainties.

Dad had the party at the house, thereby limiting the numbers to around thirty. We headed over to my parents early in the day, as Belle was helping with the prepping and setup. I loved to sit back, a cold wine in my hand, and watch their interactions. Of course, my moms being the sexual creatures they are, there were always the little touches, the endearing whispers and coy, flirty looks. Maisie and I had irregular, jokey talks with them, reminding them both that, first, they were my parents, and second, she was our bloody wife!

“It’s not me, darlings. It’s…Ems!” mom would smile. “You know what she’s like. Besides, if I ever did anything as foolhardy as that, I’d lose everything …and that’ll never happen, okay?” she assured us.

Mum echoed the same sentiment, although she blamed mom, but promised to behave and not be such a bad influence. Yeah, we’ll see about that!

I actually think Maisie and I got off on their closeness. But we did love to wind them up. Belle would stand there, so demurely, giggling and enjoying Maisie and my faux admonishments.

Maisie and I were shooed from the kitchen, so we helped set up the marquis outside, daddy grateful for our help. Maggie’s friends began arriving early, as I guess they were excited to share her big day.

Maisie and I slipped upstairs to change, both excited for the evening ahead. We had brought over a change of clothes, knowing it would be easier than going back home. I chose Maisie’s dress, a rather demure number. Well, by her standards! And Belle had chosen mine. And Maisie chose Belle’s. See? A perfect triangle!

I nearly wet myself, as Maisie pulled down her tight jeans, her tiny panties showing off the top of her delicious crevice. She smirked, as I took the three steps towards her.

“NO, Chloe! Behave, girl!” she chuckled.

I pushed her down on the bed, my eyes leering and mouth drooling.

“I’ll be quick, darling,” and leaned down, swiftly pulling her panties easily down her legs. “You can be quick, can’t you?” I grinned.

“Leannan! Please, baby. Later, aye?” she faux pleaded. “I’ll tell Belle you’re being naughty!”

Oh, God, please! Tell her! I thought, my panties wetting themselves at the lurid thought of these two harshly rebuking me.

“Pshaw!” I scoffed, and brought her panties to my lips, kissing the soft cotton gusset. “Just lie back, darling. This’ll help when all those nubile young girls show up, hmm? We can’t have our wifey gawping, can we?” I teased, and pushed her legs apart, her freshly trimmed pussy calling to me.

“Well…okay,” she giggled, and too-easily relented, pulling my hair and leading my lips to her vulva.

“Lick me, sweetheart. Empty me, hmm?” she teased, as my tongue split her labia lips, and her fingers played with my hair.

The more my tongue lashed her, the louder Maisie’s moans became, exciting us both. I looked up, her soft stomach heaving under my touches, her eyes glassy and looking into the ether.

Wetness spilt from her folds, as my tongue eagerly lapped and swallowed her. My thumbs ran over her now-red and plump labia, the cream oozing from her, as the tip of my tongue stirred her clit, Maisie shifting around and her groans grew more insistent.

I was too involved in getting my wifey off, so didn’t feel the slight breeze, as the door opened. Maisie jostled about, her voice getting deeper, as she continued to tease me.

“That’s it…my…ohhhhhgaaaaawd…right…right…yesssss…just a bit…mmmmm, darling. God…you eat me…so…fucking…good,” she groaned. As I suckled on her hard clitty, I looked up. I loved seeing her reddened face, just as she was going to cum.

“Ohhh…sorry,” this voice spoke, hesitantly. “Sorry,” the female voice said again, and closed the door.

“What….who was that?” I asked, pulling my face from Maisie’s puffy pussy, flummoxed that our private space had been violated, much less her impending orgasm.

Our enthusiasm drained at the unwelcome intrusion.

“It…it was…Mags,” Maisie sighed, her frustration obvious. “She knocked…I think, but then came in,” she giggled. “You should have seen the look on her face! God, it was almost worth missing my cum just for that!” she giggled.

“It’s not funny, Maisie! God! She should fucking know better! What the…” I began to say, but my shock at my sister’s invasion had left me pissed off.

“Come on, leannan. She’s gone. Can you just, uhh, finish what you’ve started? Please?” she smiled, and lifted her hips, beckoning me back to where I belonged.

But my heart wasn’t in it. My ire was up, as I wiped Maisie’s juices from my face. I couldn’t believe the nerve of her. How fucking dare she, I thought!

“Sorry, Maisie. Not now, ‘kay? I’m too pissed off at her. How fucking cheeky was that, huh? She knows! She bloody well knows about privacy. Fucking cunt,” I seethed, my blood rising and my head all over the place. “Sorry. I’ll…make it up to you later, ‘kay? I…I just can’t right now,” I apologised.

“C’mere, hen. C’mon. Up here, aye,” Maisie implored, so I crawled up and laid on her chest, her arms quickly wrapped around me.

“It was an accident, okay? Nothing more, right? Just relax. It’s not like she walked in and joined us,” she cackled, so I whacked her.

“Yeah, and you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I sassily replied. “I know you have a thing for her, as much as she does for you, hmm?” I unblushingly said.

“Hmmm,” Maisie smiled. “As someone once said, me thinks thou protest a bit too much, aye? You’re really going to tell me you’re not enthralled with her, too? Hmm? You’ve told me as much, haven’t you, sweetie? All those long talks you’ve had with her, then coming to me hornier than ever. I’ve noticed, hen. I think even Belle has,” Maisie intuitively said, her fingers running through my hair, her chest still rising and falling from the false start.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mais. After all, you do like your girls younger, don’t you? Hell, look at me!” I sighed, and tried to smile, as I shifted around uneasily and tried to push those thoughts from my addled brain.

“Hmmm,” Maisie smiled. “It’s okay, leannan. We get it, okay? This is me you’re talking with, right? What have we always said, hmm? Honesty, right? Belle and I know. We’re fine with whatever you want…well, to a point, so don’t start getting any ideas! You DARE pull ANYTHING with anyone…other than family and you’re gone, right? Family is different, though. It’s fine, hen,” she said, so fucking tenderly.

“Ohhhh, fuck, Maisie. I…I don’t know what to do. God! I’m so fucked up, aren’t I?” I whined, unsure if I could speak the words that needed to be heard. By all of us.

Unconsciously, I began to writhe my hips on Maisie, my vagine suddenly, almost inexplicably, wetting. Maisie pulled me up and rolled me onto my side. I couldn’t look at her, knowing what my eyes would be saying. She gently lifted my chin, her eyes piercing mine, as she kissed me.

“Let it out, Chloe. Just let it…out,” she sighed, her fingers trailing down my body and slipping between my legs.

Unwittingly, my hips rocked onto her slender fingers, my breath becoming hotter and more urgent. I slipped my fingers into her wet and unsatisfied pussy, my thumb teasing her clit, just as my tongue had fifteen minutes ago.

“Just be gentle with her, hmm? Be the…loving sister you are, hmm?” she whispered, our lips locked.

“Ohhhhh, Mais,” I sighed. “And you, too,” I finally admitted. “I…I know you want her, too, Mais. Ohhhhh….gaaaaawd…harder, darling…” I moaned, our pussies taking each other’s fingers, as we passionately kissed.

We knew we wouldn’t last, this lustful, perverted struggle exciting us.

“I…mmmmm…I…yesssss…just there…Gaaaawd, Chl—” she groaned. “I…I…uhhhhhm…want to watch…God Chloe…fucfucfuc…and you…ugggh…can watch…me,” Maisie sighed, her fingers thrusting into my valley. Or was it my sister’s?

This wasn’t the lovemaking or even fucking between two lovers. This was us, cheating on each other, and Belle; imagining the scenario, any scenario where we could bed my…sister! Maisie pulled my hair, as I pulled hers, our mutual, debauched imaginations taking us to a place we had never been. We pulled our lips apart and stared at each other, our eyes ablaze with lascivious lust.

“Ohhhhh…Mais…I’m…I’m…mwaaaaah,” I whined, my vagine oozing and dripping onto Maisie’s hand.

“That’s it, Chloe…finger…your…Mags,” she whispered, and I came. I’m certain I squirted, as my body shook with a rare intensity. Maisie fucked my wanton, aching cunt, but aching for what? Or whom?

We sloppily kissed, licking and biting each other, as our fingers each other’s valley, and we came, gushing our sap on each other’s fingers. It took us untold minutes to come down from that heaving orgasm, taking us both by surprise at the ferocity of our mutual orgasms.

“Fuck…darling,” I finally wheezed, my body shaking and drained.

Maisie just held me and laughed, knowing we had just been through an unexpected encounter. Too soon, she kissed my weary head and said we should get back to the party. We had been far too long and were probably missed. Fuck!