Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" The all-to-familiar words echoed through the house as once more my little high maintenance princess was taking her sweet ass time getting ready while Staci and I waited impatiently at the front door.

We had been invited to a barbeque at Rick's place and as I still had questions about his incestuous relationship with my wife all those years ago but I wanted to make sure before throwing out any accusations.

I had managed to do some sleuthing through Lisa's journals when the girls weren't home as I didn't want to raise any suspicions with them before knowing all of the facts. As I read through the one involving her brother it was becoming more and more evident that Rick was in fact the same person. From the way he seemed to be still heartbroken when we talked to the way that Lisa had poured her heart out in the journal, I was beginning to get a clearer picture of how much they loved and cared for each other.

Lisa's parents had both passed a few years ago so there was no way of a reconciliation between all of them even if they wanted to after all of these years apart. Yet what surprised me the most was that as much as my wife and I had shared our stories over the years the subject of Rick never came up, like she was suppressing a traumatic event.

The rest of the week was thankfully uneventful and as the weekend approached, I had made up my mind that I was going to talk to Rick and at least make certain that he was in fact who he said he was. It was only fair as if we were to continue building a friendship between all of us, he needed to know, if for nothing else than to realize that Evan, Layla and Taylor were cousins. Again, it was a pretty fucked up situation but hey, what else would one expect? If there were ever a theme song written about our lives it would definitely include those lyrics.

Saturday arrived before we knew it and we all piled into the SUV, headed to Rick's place. It was an acreage on the outskirts of the city which meant peace and quiet not to mention privacy, something that appealed to all of us after the events of the past few weeks.

Following the GPS we turned onto a gravel road that wound its way through some dense trees before opening up into a clearing. Rick had modestly described his home as a 'quaint, older two-story colonial that needed some work' but what greeted us looked to be far from the dilapidated structure I had pictured in my head.

With its steeped roof and detailed architecture it was a sight to behold. The girls felt the same way as they 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' when we pulled up in the large circular driveway. Rick and Evan were there to greet us as Layla ran right up to Evan, who hugged her tightly. It was evident that the two were becoming more friendly with each other although I wasn't too sure how I felt about that in the moment.

"Geez Rick the way you made it sound you lived in a two-storey shithole with an outhouse!" I chuckled, shaking the man's hand.

"Well it is a nice place but it does need a little bit of work." He admitted with a laugh. Rick then invited us all inside, which was just as amazing as the exterior, with long sweeping hallways and intricate wood work everywhere.

The windows were huge, allowing the natural light to penetrate deep into the rooms, which were on the spacious side of luxurious, complete with hand carved classic furniture. It was awe-inspiring, like it had come off the pages of a magazine.

"So where's Taylor?" Staci wondered, not having seen the young woman since we arrived.

"Oh yes, our lovely little introvert." Evan sighed, crushing his hands together dramatically.

"Yeah, she's having one of her shy moments." Rick added, pointing us to the pool out back. "But there's something else..."

We all looked over at Rick, who seemed to hesitant to share his thoughts. Finally after a brief pause he continued.

"She has some...regrets. About last weekend. Thinks that she might have gone too far with the whole enema thing and thinks that she screwed things up with you." Rick confessed, looking over at my blue haired daughter.

"Oh fuck no I loved every second of it!" Staci answered back confidently, her face lighting up. "It was a little scary at first but Taylor made it...hot!"

"Haha yeah, it takes a lot to scare this one off." I jumped in, giving Staci a side hug.

"Yeah, if she only knew how kinky my big sister is!" Layla added happily, giving her sibling a couple of soft punches to her shoulder.

"We tried telling her that it was probably okay but she won't listen to us. Maybe you can give it a shot?" Rick asked, nodding to the back yard.

"On it!" Staci confidently chirped, bouncing out to the pool.

The rest of us followed a few seconds later, but as we passed by an old antique china cabinet something inside of it caught my eye. I held back slightly as the rest of the group made their way outside, before focusing on a small wallet sized photo on one of the upper shelves. Peering through the glass I was greeted by the sight of my wife's teenage smiling face, complete with braces and her signature dimples. It was the final piece of the puzzle that finally convinced me beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"Admiring the china pattern or the cutie in the picture?" Rick's voice smacked me out of my haze as the man approached me before opening up the cabinet, pulling Lisa's picture from the shelf.

"Isn't she beautiful? My awesome, caring, kind and loving little sis." The man gushed, beaming as he admired the worn photograph.

"Rick...I'm not too sure how...how to put this man..." I stuttered, making sure to choose my words carefully before continuing;

"Lisa, your sister...is my wife."

I watched as the blood seemed to drain from the man's face as he stood there; mouth agape as my words sank into his brain. The room went silent for the longest time as I waited for him to proceed.

"But...how...why...what...the...fuck!" I could tell he was still trying to process the information so I took out my wallet and produced a very tattered old photography of Lisa and I on our wedding day.

"This was taken at our wedding." I started, handing the picture to the still visibly shaken man, watching as his eyes scanned it carefully before replying.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Rick exhaled his words, running his hand through his hair in bewilderment, eyes still transfixed on the photograph. All I could do was wait patiently for his thoughts to come out while making sure that he was going to be okay.

"I wanted to tell you as soon as I figured it out. Lisa wrote about you, a lot about you in one of her journals that my daughter found. When you said her name last weekend at the club, I knew I had to make sure but seeing the picture in your cabinet solidified it for me." It sounded like more of a confession than anything else, like I was testifying at a trial, but I needed to be as transparent as possible.

"Shit...I haven't seen Lisa in like twenty, twenty-five years!" The man surmised, composing himself a little. Pulling out a dining chair Rick sat down, still gripping both pictures as his eyes darted back and forth between the two.

"She never even mentioned anything about you to me." I returned, sitting down opposite the man as the color began to return to his face. "It was one hell of a shock to me as well."

We both went quiet, each of us wondering what our next words would be before Rick broke the silence.

"The kids! Shit! That makes them..."

"Cousins." I declared, "Well at least everyone but Staci, but that's a whole other story for another time."

"We'd better tell them. I don't want anyone freaking out!" Rick announced, turning to head to the backyard as I followed closely.

"Just a wild ass guess Rick but I'm pretty sure if they are okay fucking their siblings, they will be more than fine knowing they're cousins." I added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the tension before we spoke to our children.

As I passed through the doorway outside, I was stopped for a moment while I took in the sight as the backyard was just as beautiful as the rest of the property. The centrepiece was the large outdoor pool in the shape of an eight, its cool blue tinged water reflecting the rays of sunshine. Around the pool were groups of various loungers, chairs and umbrellas and the entire area was encircled by tall thick hedges which guaranteed the ultimate in privacy. Not that there was any need for further seclusion as the thick forested area around the property took care of that.

Taylor and Staci were paired off at one corner of the pool area and Rick waved them over to us as we came over to the other corner where Evan and Layla were talking. They were both sitting on a lounger, with my daughter leaning back against the young man's chest, his arms wrapped around my princess.

"What's up dad? You look a little pale." Evan observed as the man was still getting his color back. Taylor and Staci soon joined us as the elder man turned to speak.

"Well, I've found out something from Adam..." Rick started, running his hand through his hair as he searched for the words. "Remember me telling you that your aunt Lisa had died in a car accident when we were younger?"

Taylor and Evan nodded before their dad spoke once more.

"Well, that's not entirely the truth. She is apparently still very much alive. And married to Adam."

I watched as everyone's expressions turned to shock from the revelation, their eyes darting back and forth from Rick to myself, gauging our reactions.

"It's true girls. This is your uncle Rick." I stumbled, not sure how else to put it.

"So Evan and Taylor are...our cousins?" Layla remarked, looking over at the two newest members of her family. "What about Stace?"

"Well that's a little more complicated, but also another conversation for another day." I assured, making certain that we stayed on the current topic.

"Ho-lee-shit!" Taylor and Staci squealed in unison before breaking out in laughter at the way they seemed to think alike. Evan was a little more reserved but seemed to be happy nonetheless.

In what seemed to be the most appropriate action in the moment everyone gathered around Rick and I as we all embraced in a big group hug.

"So everyone's cool with this? I mean, we did cross some familial lines last weekend." I summarized, looking for any sort of second thoughts in the group.

"If anything it just made it that much hotter!" Staci responded excitedly as the rest of us nodded.

"Yeah, if we know anything about our lives being fucked up this was eventually bound to happen!" Layla added cheerfully, putting a very large yet obvious exclamation point on our current situation.

"Hell yes!" Evan roared in agreement, "To family!"

"To family!" The rest of us yelled out in unison, easing the tension with one of the most cliché statements if there ever was one. We all eventually exchanged hugs with each other, personally welcoming each individual to their new family members. Taylor and Staci still needed to work things out between them as we had interrupted their conversation so they returned to their secluded corner of the pool area.

Rick then showed Layla and I to the change room just off to the side of the pool where we quickly donned our swim attire. My blonde daughter wore her two-piece pink bikini that barely covered anything, the thin material almost disappearing between her luscious ass cheeks while the top showed off more of her firm, silky breasts than it covered.

"Pretty wild huh?" I toned as we got dressed, gauging my daughter's reaction.

"C'mon dad, we do fucked-up so well it really doesn't surprise me anymore." Layla laughed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before we re-joined the others.

Returning to the pool Rick handed me a beer as Layla sat down between Evan's legs once more, relaxing in the afternoon sun. Staci and Taylor were still talking, although Staci had shed her street clothes, allowing all of us a good look at her tight little body. My blue haired daughter's bikini went even further than her sister's as the small triangles of her light blue outfit barely covered her pierced nipples atop her C-cups while the thin little string in the back of the bottoms was immediately swallowed up by her firm, athletic ass cheeks.

Taylor meanwhile was still wearing what Rick affectionately called her 'sunblock outfit', still covered head to toe in her sweatsuit. Looking at the young woman it almost seemed like she missed the invitation to the barbeque as she was dressed in a hoodie with her college's logo emblazoned on the front, the hood pulled up which hid her wonderful red locks. In addition she had on a pair of sweat pants which, in the heat of the afternoon made it seem like she was hiding from the sun itself.

"She's definitely a different duck that one." Rick commented, looking over at his daughter, who was starting to open up to Staci.

"So, you're not mad that I got carried away?"

"Fuck no Tee," Staci assured, running her fingers affectionately along Taylor's cheek. "If you only knew how kinky this girl can get."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Staci repeated, moving in for a kiss as she pulled Taylor to her, their lips meeting in a deep, sensual embrace. In that moment all of the tension seemed to leave the redhead's body as she melted from Staci's kiss with a soft whimper.

"I don't think Taylor's worried about Staci anymore." Evan chuckled quietly as all eyes fixated on the two women locked in their passionate hold just a few feet away from us. By now Staci had managed to sneak her hand under Taylor's hoodie and was caressing her breast, biting at her lower lip as the kiss turned more urgent.

"I think it's time to get out of these clothes..." Staci giggled, tugging at the hem of the hoodie. Taylor just nodded, caught under the blue haired girls' spell. Sitting up slightly she peeled the sweatshirt over her head, her long red mane spilling out over her bare shoulders.

Taylor then stood up, bending forward slightly as she wiggled her ass in Staci's face while tugging her sweatpants down her legs before kicking them off.

"Mmhmmm back dat ass up in here!" Staci chirped sarcastically, giving Taylor's ass a playful slap before planting a kiss on the exposed cheek, making the redhead sigh from the touch.

"Shy my ass, I can't just watch anymore." Layla declared, rising from her seat and padding slowly over to where the other two were now standing, locked in another fervent kiss. Noticing Layla out of the corner of her eye Staci opened her arms, inviting her sister to join them.

Layla immediately grabbed a handful of Taylor's long hair and drove her tongue into the girls' mouth which released a low, guttural moan from the redhead as she returned the kiss, her free hand roaming over my blonde daughter's firm ass.

My eyes were now taking in all of Taylor's gentle curves that were now visible as all she wore was a two-piece black bikini that contrasted nicely with her smooth, porcelain skin. Her firm, C-cup breasts rose out from her chest, the nipples poking through the barely-there fabric. Taylor had just the slightest hint of fat which only accentuated her form, adding to her subtle curves which complemented her already gorgeous petite frame.

But what really stood out to me was the tattoo that adorned her lower back; it was of a scorpion that looked like it was poised to strike, with the words 'daddy's girl' written in script just below it. It was tastefully done and I knew Taylor had a lot of input into the design as I wouldn't have expected anything else from the quirky redhead.

"Daddy's girl huh?" I commented with a sly grin, looking over at Rick.

"Hey, totally her idea." The man returned, taking a sip of his beer. "Said that I was the only one for her and that she didn't want to be with anyone else. If you know Taylor, you know not to argue with her when she puts her mind to something."

"So how does it work with you know, you and Evan?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"All depends on Taylor." Evan chimed in as Rick nodded in agreement. "When she's horny, she gets pretty demanding."

"I hear you." I laughed, taking a sip of my beer as I thought about the way Layla and Staci argued about who was fucked last. I then turned my attention back to the young man as he continued.

"Dad works some pretty long hours and sometimes he's worn out when he gets home, so we have an arrangement that if that happens and Taylor wants some, she comes to me. It sounds weird, but with her high sex drive it just...works."

"High sex drive?" Again my curiosity took control.

"Yeah, she's pretty insatiable sometimes. Been like that ever since her mother passed away, like she wants to experience everything just in case something happens and she's gone tomorrow." Rick explained as the girls began to become more brazen, lost in their own little world.

Staci had pulled off Taylor's bikini top and was lavishing her ample breasts with licks and kisses, taking a bright pink nipple between her lips, sucking on it gently as Layla did the same to Taylor's other breast.

"So what about you?" It was Rick's turn to question me. "Must be hard to keep up with two daughters."

"Well, it can be challenging at times, but I'm teaching them patience." I confessed, which brought a chuckle from the two men.

"Yeah? How's that working out for you?" Rick smirked, a huge smile on his face.

"Let's just say it's a work in progress."

"I bet. I know even with the two of us Taylor still doesn't seem...satisfied sometimes." Evan commented as his father nodded. "We're actually happy that we met you and your two daughters, and if last weekend was any indication I think they will take a load off...all of us."

I just nodded, turning my attention back to where the girls had laid Taylor back on the lounger. Staci had already removed the redhead's top, giggling while Layla tore at her bikini bottoms, untying the knots while the redhead lifted her ass, allowing my blonde daughter to free the material from her skin.

"Such a pretty bush..." Staci sighed, running her fingers through Taylor's trimmed curls.

"And a cute little pussy..." Layla soothed, running the tips of her fingers teasingly over the girl's sunshiny pink folds which made Taylor groan wantonly from the gentle touch.

They definitely had our attention as we took in the scene unfolding before us in silence, not wanting to distract the young women from their play. My cock had begun to spring to life, making me squirm as I shifted a little in my seat. Rick and Evan just stared, taking in the sapphic sight before us as well.

"Well she really does seem to like girls." I whispered while I watched Staci lift Taylor's leg over her shoulder, allowing everyone a deeper look at the redhead's delicate outer lips, coated with the first signs of her arousal.

"She does." Rick responded, smiling over at his daughter, who returned a sly wink. "It's just that her shyness gets the better of her sometimes and she's afraid to make the first move. She's only ever been with one girl, plus having two guys around the house all of the time doesn't help, which is probably why she latched right on to Staci. Don't get me wrong she gets pretty wild when she has a cock in her but girls just seem to take the edge off of her in a different way. Staci and Layla definitely came along at the right time for sure, not to mention your daughters are totally beautiful."

I sat back for a moment, listening to their thoughts as they told me. As weird as the whole thing sounded in the same breath it was kind of heartwarming to hear that my blue-haired daughter's spunky attitude helped bring everyone together.

"So how do you feel about sharing?" Rick suddenly diverted the conversation slightly.

"Who Layla? Staci?" I responded, not sure which one they were talking about.