Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" I cursed, making my daughter jump, shaking the empty milk carton in front of her face, "Stop leaving empty milk jugs in the fucking fridge!"

"Sorry daddy I keep forgetting," Layla apologized, giving me a hug. "Everything okay? You sound frustrated."

My sudden outburst was the icing on the cake as it had been quite the week. Ever since we had all decided that today was the day we were going to get everything out in the open, the house had gone into a verbal and emotional lockdown of sorts.

The playful exuberance that once echoed through the halls was replaced by the solitary silence as we all seemed to be avoiding each other as much as possible, whether by accident or on purpose. No one wanted to talk, let alone acknowledge the ever-present undertone of secrecy.

I had become accustomed to being able to fuck at least daily but that had dried up to the point I actually had to masturbate for the first time in weeks.

It was hell.

"You know what's frustrating?" I growled, my own aggravations surfacing as I slowly crept towards the young woman, hunting her like prey. It didn't help that Layla was barely dressed in just a t-shirt and panties, scarcely concealing what I so badly desired.

"That I haven't fucked you in almost a week!"

"I know daddy but...but...we can't...Staci's home!" Layla squeaked, her eyes wide, trying to comprehend my state of mind. It didn't help that in her fight or flight state my daughter's nipples had hardened to the point they poked out of her t-shirt. Nipples that were just begging to have my teeth on them while my tongue slathered saliva all over the red little buds.

And that was all my lust-addled mind wanted.

"I thought you liked to take chances..." I argued, my voice low and deliberate as my eyes scanned down Layla's body to where her tight little panties barely covered her mound. That warm, flowery scented pussy. The one that hugs my cock like a velvet glove.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Layla questioned meekly, leaning against the corner of the kitchen counter I had just backed her into. She was trapped; she was mine.

"I'm tired of sneaking around. I am going to...fuck you. Right here, right now."

Grabbing her by the hips I threw Layla up on the counter, pulling at the waistband of her panties, the thin material stretching in my hands as I yanked them down her legs before spreading them wide. Pushing my pants down to my ankles I kicked them off, my hard-on springing free. A week without sex had turned me into something unrecognizable and all senses of caution were rendered mute. All I wanted was a tight, warm pussy to fuck, and my daughter was going to be that one.

"Daddy what about Sta...ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk!" Layla moaned as I sank my cock into her tight little cunt in one hard thrust, her thighs tensing around me while she shuddered from the intrusion. I pulled out slightly before immediately bottoming out inside her velvet sheath, grunting like a bull in heat.

"Daddy's tight little cunt!" I seethed between clenched teeth, feeling Layla's smooth legs wrap around me as she drew me back in, my cockhead wedged against her cervix. I knew I wasn't going to last very long and I intended to make the most of it, picking up the pace of my thrusts.

"Fucking yesssss..." Layla sighed breathlessly, surrendering to me. Her hands gripped the back of my neck while she closed her eyes, tossing her head back as her mind swam with the sensations of our fuck.

Soon she was holding on for dear life as I pounded her tight little pussy, claiming what was mine. Finding an unknown surge of adrenaline I picked her up off the counter, cradling my hot little princess in my arms as my hips kept thrusting upwards into her quivering cunt urgently.

My daughter had now wrapped her arms around my neck as I fucked her, whimpering and squeaking into my ear. I could tell she was just as turned on as I was when the smell of her musky scent hit my senses, driving me wild with animalistic lust.

I continued fucking her like this for a while, listening to the little shrieks and whimpers coming from Layla's open mouth as she held onto me for dear life. The only other sounds present in the room were that of my thighs slapping against my daughter's ass, the echoes bouncing loudly off the tiled walls.

My lust crazed mind was a blur but for some reason I did have a fleeting thought that maybe we were making almost too much noise. It was at that moment that I heard the unmistakable sound of Staci's voice.

"Ho...lee...shit!" Layla and I suddenly froze, our bodies mashed together as I looked at my daughter's eyes, which abruptly grew large with shock.

"Ho...lee...shit!" Staci repeated slowly, her voice cracking but nonetheless getting her emotional point across.

With my cock still wedged deep in my daughter's gripping pussy I turned slightly, greeted by the wide-eyed look on the blue-haired girls' face, her mouth agape like she had just seen a ghost.

"I...errrr...we can explain..." Layla croaked weakly, but she was cut off by her friend.

"I knew it! You two are fucking!" Staci squealed almost gleefully while walking over to us, biting her lip as she looked at where we were joined together.

"That's so...so...that's so...fucking...hot!"

"It is???" Layla shrieked in disbelief. My jaw hit the floor as it wasn't quite the reaction I was expecting either. While I knew Staci was open minded with a lot of things, seeing your best friend fucking her father in the middle of the kitchen was pretty out there. But the girl had a different take on things.

"Why not? I mean your dad has always been there for you Lays, he loves you with everything he's got and he keeps you safe. And no matter what you guys will always be part of each other's lives. It just makes sense that you'd want to fuck him!"

The biggest smile spread across my daughter's lips hearing those words from her best friend. It seemed like a euphoric moment for the both of them as Layla leaned over, giving Staci an almost hesitant, tentative kiss.

"Oh for fuck sake kiss her like you want to Lays!" I barked, looking directly at my daughter. "I know about you two as well."

"You do??" Staci squeaked, her voice trembling. I just nodded.

"Long story and I'll tell you both later. Right now I just want to fuck my daughter if that's okay?."

Not needing any more permission Layla grabbed Staci by the neck and pulled her close, their lips pressing together urgently, like they hadn't kissed each other in years. My softening cock sprang back to life as I watched their tongues tangle sweetly in front of my face.

Lifting Layla up higher I started driving my cock back into her inviting pussy, which seemed to have taken on a new wave of wetness that enveloped me. My daughter loosened her grip on me slightly, leaning back as her eyes closed, the sweet squelching sounds of our fuck resonating through the room.

"So...fucking...hot!" Staci whispered while staring at us curiously, almost mesmerised like she was looking at a rare exhibit in a museum. With Layla totally unaware of her surroundings, concentrating on her building orgasm I nodded to Staci, my eyes pointing down to where my daughter's pink little clit beckoned between our bodies.

Without a second thought Staci snaked her slender fingers down my stomach, catching the tender bud on the next upward thrust of my hips.

"Whoa fuck yesssss!" Layla hissed, her body twitching from the sudden touch. The blue haired girl continued to attack her best friend's clit, sending shivers through my blonde princess as I continued to pound my daughter with reckless abandon.

"You like that Lays? Do you like having your daddy's thick cock in your tight little pussy? Do you want him to fill your cunt with his babies?" Staci urged perversely, strumming my daughter's clit in time with my thrusts as she lowered her mouth to one of my daughter's light pink nipples.

"Mmmmhmmm...." Layla moaned, biting her lip as it seemed like Staci's dirty talk had a profound effect on her building orgasm. Sensing that her friend was close to a wonderful climax, Staci leaned over and softly whispered into Layla's ear.

"By the way, I'm...fucking...your...dad...too."

Whether in surprise or from utter shock those words sent my daughter over edge as she suddenly cried out, her body tensing every muscle as she came while her pussy clenched hard around my cock. With one final animalistic growl I pinned Layla to the counter, shooting wave after wave of cum deep into her quivering little cunt. It was a much needed, sweet release and I punctuated how good it felt by thrusting deep into my daughter each time I shot another rope of my seed into her.

Layla held onto me tightly, whimpering softly each time another aftershock surged through her body, chest heaving against mine as she seemed to just melt into me. Ever so gently I placed her on the countertop before my shaky legs gave out. Steadying my hips against the counter I just held my sweet princess for the longest time, the room silent save for the sharp gasps of air coming from the two of us.

"You...you are?" Layla finally managed to croak between breaths before continuing, "That's...so...hot!" She added with an exhausted giggle, mimicking Staci's words.

"So you're okay with it?" The blue haired girl confirmed, a smile spreading across her lips.

"Okay with you fucking my dad? Hell yes! At least he's better than the creepy guy from the club you told me about." Layla replied sarcastically, giving her friend a knowing wink.

Staci giggle before lifting Layla from the countertop wrapping her arms around her best friend as they embraced in a loving hug before kissing passionately once more. As I watched them, I couldn't help but beam with a new sense of pride and relief knowing that everything was now out in the open.

"So, no more secrets right girls?" I confirmed, wrapping my arms around the two of them.

"No more secrets!" Layla agreed, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"I don't think I could handle any more secrets." Staci expanded, kissing my other cheek. The two young women giggled at the comment and I could feel the tension easing between all of us. It felt so cathartic.

"Good! Now who's up for a celebratory breakfast?" I suggested, pulling my pants back up.

"Yes! I'm totally starving!" Staci agreed.

"Me too!" Layla added, grabbing her panties before wiggling her cute little ass back into them.

All three of us got to work preparing a delicious feast of scrambled eggs, pancakes and bacon, toasting a new day with mimosas. We laughed and talked about the past few months, comparing stories and events while finding out more about the when's and where's of the start of each relationship.

"So how long again?" I quizzed the girls on their timeline.

"About a year and a half." Layla confirmed, smiling over at Staci.

"Yeah, I had to make sure she was legal before I started putting the moves on her." Staci giggled, sticking her tongue out at my daughter.

I just smiled in admiration of the two young women, who didn't let the social norms dictate who they could and couldn't be in love with. I was more than fine with every aspect of their relationship, not just the obviously perverted sexual ones. You could tell that the two really loved and cared for each other and as a father that is all I wanted for my princess.

"And I'm totally fine with it." I confirmed, smiling at both women. Throughout the week I had pictured this morning turning out a thousand different ways, but all in all I could sense that, in our fucked up little world, this was the way it was meant to be.

"How did you know about us daddy?" Layla asked, her innocent eyes looking up at me.

"Well, you two really need to learn how to be quiet first off." I chuckled as the two women began to blush. "And you really need to learn to keep your doors closed. I mean it's every man's dream to see two women together but it's a little more surprising when one of them is your own daughter."

I was actually ecstatic that things had turned out the way they did and my mind started wandering to more lustful thoughts of how things might play out in the future. We were now free to explore our kinks with each other and I intended to make the most of it.

Then a knock at the door interrupted our breakfast. I wasn't expecting company and judging by the looks on the girl's faces neither were they. Heading for the front door I opened it to find Staci's mom, Natalie standing there.

"Hey Natalie what brings you by?" I greeted, having not seen or talked to the woman in months. I had to admit I was taken aback by the sight before me as to describe the mother of our blue haired roommate would start with - picture Staci, then start thinking polar opposites. The woman couldn't be more conservative; from the way she spoke to the way she dressed.

This morning for example, she was wearing a long, and I mean long patterned sundress that covered her from pretty much shoulders down to her feet. It just hung off of her, hiding any inkling that there was a woman's body underneath all of that material.

Add to the fact that her long straight hair just fell plainly to her shoulders and that she didn't wear a stitch of make up and you had Natalie. She could be a beautiful, elegant woman, but it would require a ton of work.

"I need to talk to you." Natalie responded coldly, walking past me into the house.

"Um, yeah sure come on in." I agreed sarcastically, watching the woman barge right past me.

"Oh hey mom!" Staci smiled, rising up to give the matriarch a hug.

"I need to talk to Adam," The Natalie started tersely, looking over at Layla. "Alone."

"Um, yeah, sure. We'll just go to my room. Like little children." Layla shot back, her dry tone matching the older woman's as she stared her down.

"No." I interrupted, not wanting to make anyone feel left out after what we had just gone through. "Whatever you need to say to us can be said...toallof us."

"Fine." Natalie started, taking the remaining seat at the table. "James and I have some news to share."

Ah yes James 'don't call me Jim because it would require me to remove the stick from my ass' Cavanaugh, the third, like his family couldn't afford another name even though they were well off. The one who basically called his own daughter everything but human just a few short weeks ago.

"Go on." I pressed, wondering what earth-shattering news this woman had. Natalie looked over at the girls, then back at me.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this; James isn't Staci's father..." The woman took a deep breath before continuing,

"You are."

It was like something had just sucked the air out of the room as we all slumped back in our chairs, save for Natalie who remained as stoic as ever.

"Holy shit!" Layla finally swore out loud, which brought an evil glare from the straitlaced older woman. I looked over at Natalie, confused.

"How?"

"Well Adam, remember back in college? The week of Hallowe'en senior year?" Natalie started as my mind tried to race back to the time period she was talking about. For me most of my college years were a blur. Between the drunken parties and trying to get the most out of the college experience I was happy that I even remembered that I finished with a somewhat respectable GPA. Add to the fact it was over twenty years ago.

"Sure, what about it?" I bluffed, wanting to hear the full story.

"The costume party at Beta Kappa Phi? A certain Snow-White character that you were hitting on?" The woman continued, her tone as serious as the look she was giving me. I vaguely remembered it as I was teasing her about giving her the seven inches all at once instead of an inch at a time. Then it hit me.

"That was you?" I sat back, stunned for a moment.

Was I that drunk that I couldn't tell who I was making the moves on?

"Yes, it was Adam. You did end up giving me the whole 'seven inches' as you said back then. You got me pregnant. But I was seeing James at the time and I didn't want to ruin things with him so I didn't tell anyone. I just pretended the child was his but as things went along, he began to question certain traits and features as not belonging to him. So he took it upon himself to get a DNA test done without my knowledge."

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on. He went behind your back?" My mind reeled from the incredible story the woman was telling.

"Apparently. He finally let me know a few weeks after Staci turned eighteen." Natalie confessed.

We had all pretty much forgotten about Staci; the subject of the discussion. But now we all turned our attention to her, only to find a very distraught looking young woman.

"So...so...you've known for this long and didn't think to tell me?" Staci quietly stuttered, her slender fingers curling into fists.

"Yes precious. I was trying to protect you. You and your fath...James were fighting all of the time and I didn't want to add more stress to your relationship with him." Natalie argued, convincing only herself.

"Yeah, we were fighting all the time because he was such dick to me!" Staci barked at the woman, her venomous words thick with sarcasm. "And now I know why!"

She then jumped from her chair and headed for the stairs, the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Wow Natalie, you handled that so well!" I spat, staring the older woman down. "I think we're done here."

Rising from my chair I guided Natalie to the front door, the frustration building inside of me knowing all of the crap that James had put Staci through. But Natalie wasn't finished. As we approached the front door she looked back and, seeing that Layla was out of earshot turned to me once more.

"Anyway," The older woman continued, her voice just above a whisper, "I wanted to tell you sooner than later as I've heard that you and Staci may have..." She paused, shivering like something in her mind was making her skin crawl.

"...Taken a liking to each other, in more ways than one..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I cut in, my face burning with anger at her accusations.

"Well I'm not one to reveal my sources but a certain neighbor came to me the other day and told me about something they witnessed a week or so ago. In your garage." Natalie droned matter-of-factly.

"I'm not sure what this person supposedly saw, but I can say that whatever they think were looking at was totally innocent." I defended, remembering back to the impromptu fuck session in the garage with Staci. I was damn sure that no one saw or heard anything yet I couldn't be one hundred percent confident in that.

"Whatever Adam." The older woman dismissed, heading out the door. "True or not, I am just asking you to stop fucking your, I meanourdaughter."

With that I let the door glide shut behind her, turning around to see Layla standing just a few feet away.

"Fuck her." Layla seethed with a venom I hadn't heard from her before. "Fucking hoity toity bitch coming in here thinking she's above all of us. You're the one who should be pissed! She kept this from you for over twenty years daddy!"

From her tone I could tell that there was more meaning to the words than what she said, like they were meant for someone else as well. Her own mother.

"I know princess," I comforted, embracing her in a warm, loving hug. "But there is someone upstairs that needs to hear that too." I added, motioning towards the stairs.

My own mind was still reeling from the blindside as we made our way to Staci's room. One thing was for certain though; this had solidified my resolve to make sure Staci knew she was part of this family more than ever, no matter what.

"Stace?" Layla started tepidly while pushing the door open, both of us unsure of what was waiting on the other side.

"Come in." The blue-haired girl replied softly. I wasn't sure of what we were going to say or how we were going to start the next awkward conversation of the day but as I walked into the room behind my daughter all of those thoughts vanished.