Tristan Sparrow is a relatively new addition to the Carnal Pleasures family of authors. Tristan’s “Close For Comfort” series runs the gamut of incestuous situations – father/daughter, mother/son, brother/sister – all set against the backdrop of unique and intriguing situations that end up bringing these characters together. The Dance is one of three stories in the series that include elements of the paranormal. Ghosts, vampires, even superheroes are not immune to incestuous temptations in the various worlds that “Close For Comfort” resides in!
I have to wonder, if Rod Serling ever wrote erotica, would this be the result? 🙂
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Emmy had turned and was now nearly on top of Alice. She leaned closer and closer into her, their nipples touching each other as Emmy stood on tiptoes in the pool.
But Alice pulled away slightly as she said:
“You’re–you’re absolutely right.”
What? What did I just hear?
Emmy was taken aback. Her eyes bugged, and her sensuous mouth fell open.
“Allie, are you saying–”
“Yes. I-I’ve never told anyone. But you’re my best friend. And you’ve figured it out, so what the Hell. Yes, Em. I’m—I’m in love with Daddy.”
I nearly fell over. I dropped my Scotch. Thank God for padded carpeting.
“Oh, Allie!” Emmy responded. “Oh, God, girl! Tell me more! Look! My nipples are getting hard, and my pussy’s getting wet. And it’s not just this pool!”
“Talking of which, let’s get out. I want some more wine.”
In an instant, they were out of the pool, water pouring off their magnificent bodies. Still topless, they reclined in the soft, carpet-like grass by the pool’s edge. Alice had spread out an enormous beach towel, and they lay upon that.
Somehow, my hand went to my crotch. For the first time in long months, I was aroused.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered. “Alice–Alice, my baby!”
“That’s why you’ve always been such a good girl, isn’t it?” Emmy asked, pouring them both more wine. “You’ve always been so obedient–never rebelled, never any trouble, never been kissed–because you want Daddy!”
Alice shot her a look as she accepted the wine.
“You make it sound so–so wrong. Cheap, even.”
“It’s love, all right? Deal with it.”
“Yes. It is that.”
Emmy grinned and rolled over on to her back, her tits spilling everywhere.
“Tell me more, Allie.”
“I never liked all those stupid boys at our school. None of them.”
“Yeah, I noticed that your birthday party was an all-girl affair. ‘Cept your dad, of course. Wow! He could’ve fucked us all! Now that would be hot!”
“Ahem,” she said, clearing her throat. “I realise those boys are smart. Some of them. But I’ve still never been interested. They’re either these nasally, weasely, scrawny streaks of piss, covered in acne, or else these muscle-bound, blockheaded jerks. Hey, get those mugshots of the varsity football team in the paper now; you’ll need ’em when they’re arrested for drugs, six months after graduation!”
Emmy burst into laughter.
“Too true! Too true!”
“Emmy, they just don’t compare–not to Daddy.”
“Yeah, well who the Hell could? Good God, Allie, your dad’s like a fucking rock star! All that hair, those muscles–those blue eyes that just look right through you. I swear, girlfriend, I just look at him, and I melt! I just wanna jump on top of him and say, “Fuck me, Daddy, all night long!'”
Alice blushed again. I felt like blushing at their language.
“Yes, well–that–that is how I’ve felt for the longest time, Em.”
“Yeah. I’ve never dated, because no one compares to Daddy. I–I don’t want anyone else. I want him.”
“My heart belongs to Daddeee!” Emmy sang.
“A trite song,” Alice replied. “Trite but true. It’s how I feel. I could never love another man as long as I live.”
Emmy now snapped her fingers and suddenly made a gyrating, dancing motion as she repeated her earlier words, now singing them to the tune of Britney Spears’s “Hit Me Baby, One More Time.”
“Fuck me, Daddy, all night long!”
I only recognised the tune because of the song’s ubiquity on the radio, some 14 years ago. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Emmy’s song-and-dance routine most erotically enticing and entertaining.
“Em, be serious!” Alice scolded. “This is serious.”
I still couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know whether I was going to have a heart attack or an orgasm. My hand still clutched my cock through my trousers, but that was all. I did nothing more than that. But I had never been so aroused since–well, since Lexy and I had last made love. Yet even at that moment, gazing down at the pool, with the sap rising in my tree, I was calculating how much Scotch it would take to chop the damned thing down. I eyed the Glenlivet bottle.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off my daughter and her friend.
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