“Sis?” I offered.
She continued. “So, I did trick you, and we did do incest. But I’ve been doing incest on you for a while now in my heart. I know we defined it as certain acts, but there’s more to it. It’s waking up and feeling you next to me and feeling that I’m so in love that I could justify those acts just to prove to you what you mean to me. Does that make sense?” Jenn looked sheepishly at the floor before going on.
“It means missing you when we’re not together and longing for the reassurance of your touch when we are. It’s the way you make me cum and it’s the longing that I have to have you fill me up; to feel your essence soaking into me. I love you, Daddy. Incest or not.”
I thought for a while. It had started because I wanted her to get straight, to get her life back on track. I wanted her to have a chance to be the person I knew she could be. I couldn’t put my finger on the exact moment that loving my big Sis, changed to being in love with her, but as I listened to her I knew that’s what had happened.
And now I knew how she felt about it all. The only remaining question was, what would I do with it? We were in love with each other, and had been dancing around it for quite some time.
It was a quiet afternoon. We’d barely been able to look at each other since our talk. We went to bed early and lay there in the soft light of the evening. The confusion of earlier had dissipated for me, but I was wondering how she was feeling. I turned to see that she was watching me. Probably had been for a while.
I leaned over and kissed her mouth. It was soft and alive. I touched her breast, full and warm in my hand. And in a moment of impulse and resolution I roll on top of her and felt her guide my hard cock into her waiting pussy. We made love, not as a frenetic dash to orgasm, but with an intimate familiarity that only time together can create. I felt her gift her body to me, and I rode a wave of passionate tranquility, as she came again and again for me until at last, I flooded her womb with my seed.
I held her, my cock still hard inside her. She said that she could feel me soaking into her, and how happy it made her feel. We kissed, and touched, and made love again. A perfect fit.
Epilogue
Dad introduced us to his fiancé during the usual video call. She was a technology implementation specialist, originally from Singapore, but working in Dubai on contract. Dad apologized for not telling us earlier, but asked if we wanted to fly over for the wedding. We agreed, arriving the day before the ceremony which was going to be a civil service in one of the function rooms of the hotel we were all staying at.
Jenn looked extremely hot in a slinky little dress that showed off her curves to the max, and a cute black lace day collar that I’d given her for going out on public occasions. She’d just finished putting the finishing touches on when Dad showed up to take us down to the ceremony.
The hotel room was nice. The usual deal. Two queen sized beds, dry bar, glass doors that opened on a small balcony that I doubt anyone ever used because it was always so damned hot here. I saw Dad’s eyes widen when he saw how great Jenn looked. Then I saw them widen even more when he notice that only one of the beds had been slept in. Ooops!
He looked back at Jenn. He looked at me. He looked back at the bed and nodded thoughtfully to himself. The wedding was awesome.
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