Gift of Moving On

Chapter 5 - Lexi or Izzy...?

Over dinner, Lexi recaps her day... She tells us her errands consisted of meeting some girls for lunch, finishing up her Christmas shopping for others and for her, as well as pampering herself with a mani and pedi before asking us about our day. Izzy took the mic on the response to that, telling her sister that we spent the day bonding, healing wounds, and catching up.

I nearly choked on my food at Izzy's careful, truthful wording, smiling inside at what was not said rather than what was.

Lexi reminds me over dinner that I need to meet her in town tomorrow after work so that we can handle our shopping list for Christmas dinner. She asked Izzy if she'll be joining us. Izzy declines, though she will take a ride into town, as she is meeting up with her friends for a Christmas get together.

Lexi then suggests that the two of us grab dinner before shopping. I agree, suggesting the burger joint right next to her salon. Lexi shoots that down, citing she was just there not too long ago and suggests a higher end, locally owned Italian place. I half-heartedly objected, citing it was a bit dressy. Lexi sees no issue in that, as she'll already be dressed - proposing that it won't hurt me to dress a bit nicer than sweats to eat and shop. We'll look more like we're together rather than mismatched, she adds.

We table discussions as dinner ends. Lexi helps me clean up while Izzy hops in the shower. I willingly, mindlessly reciprocated the affection thrown my way as we cleaned up. Lexi kissed me on the cheek, her hand brushed up against mine, lingering a bit - like one would do if they had a crush or were in love. She also stopped me after the dishwasher got loaded, asking for a hug.

Of course, I obliged - but Izzy's words about her sister definitely rang in the back of my mind - wondering if my daughter really has feelings for me or whether she's just playing the part.

Dinner gets cleaned up and Izzy's on the couch. Lexi disappears to her room, then comes back quickly, plops down next to her having changed into short shorts and a t-shirt, sprawled out. I go to sit in the recliner. Lexi immediately objects, calling for me to sit on the end of the couch, citing she will 'make room'.

I take my seat at the far end of the couch, pulling up the footrest as I cover up with my blanket while we watch - I don't even know what, as my mind is racing and the girls are watching some show they like to watch.

Lexi curls up in the center cushion, covered in her own blanket while Izzy sits on the opposite end of the couch in sweats, covered up in a blanket of her own.

Maybe two or three minutes into whatever they were watching, Lexi dangles a foot out of the blanket, asking for a foot rub after telling me to feel how soft her feet are.

I oblige, as I do enjoy rubbing her feet. And if I'm honest, her pedi looks and feels great and her feet are insanely soft... While I don't consider myself a 'feet guy', she does have some very pretty, adorable toes.

I begin rubbing her feet and she stops me, throwing me a bottle of 'oil' that was just conveniently right next to her in a shopping bag from earlier today. Lexi asks me to use that on her feet. I squirt some of this scented, strawberry flavored lube or so called oil on my hand and rub her foot.

Just as I get her first foot nice and coated, she uncharacteristically asks me to switch feet and 'do the other one instead.'

It doesn't take me long to figure out why. No sooner did I switch feet than I found that first, lubed foot in my lap, toes pulling at the waist band of my pants underneath my blanket.

For the next three episodes, Lexi masterfully used her foot, then later her soft, slippery feet to work my cock under the blanket.

It goes without saying I totally lost the plot in terms of what Izzy and I discussed and instead was focused on my daughter's talented feet. For the better part of one and a half hours, Lexi's feet played with my balls. She tickled and jerked my cock with her talented toes. She massaged my dick using the ball of her foot. Lexi literally fucked me with her arches. My daughter used every single part of her foot pleasuring, stimulating, torturing my cock just to the brink of explosion - and then she'd back off.

She repeatedly walked me to the edge of the cliff, pulling me back at the last second before I could jump - making me want to jump... Making me NEED to jump. Over and over and over and over.

I'd bet I leaked more precum on her feet and toes than there was oil when it was all said and done as I envisioned a clear mental picture of her beautiful, talented feet having their way with my needy cock.

After the third episode ended, the girls agreed to watch one more but Izzy needed to use the bathroom.

The second Izzy left the room, Lexi pounced - in what seemed like one swift motion, she hopped on my lap, pulled her shorts aside and impaled herself on her Daddy's cock - at which time she rode me and fucked my brains out.

Author's note - Just kidding...My cock made it just about half way inside her tight, ready and warm tunnel - at most - before erupting like Mt. St. Helens, exploding inside her. Me hollaring, Lexi giggling as I nutted - hard. Hell, I didn't even get a handful of ass - I busted so quickly and with such force from how worked up she got me.

I was so drained after that, I excused myself, said my goodnights and went straight to bed as soon as Izzy got out of the bathroom. I was out cold the second my head hit the pillow and not even noticing when Lexi climbed into bed with me until morning. I slept... soundly, not waking until Lexi's alarm went off.

When we did wake up, we went through what I'd describe as an 'enhanced cuddle session'. No kissing or pawing, no fucking... But definitely stretching and brushing up against or into one another in some rather sensual ways. Let's say there was enough contact to get the blood flowing and the heart pumping, the kettle heated so to speak. While the kettle got warm, no one 'whistled' so to speak.

Lexi showered and got herself ready while I made the coffee. After hurrying to get ready, we kissed goodbye. Maybe it was slightly more than a kiss... More like a hurried makeout session where she fell into my lap, a button or two on her sheer blouse popped open, her hand in my pants, mine along her silky inner thigh, heading up her tight skirt. We stopped quickly when she realized the time and had to go. She left and I took a cold shower.

After shaving and showering, I wrap my towel around my waist and head to my room to dress. As I open the bedroom door, I see a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Good morning, Dad," Izzy says, stretched out on top of my bed wearing a long, light blue tee-shirt that extends just about mid-thigh.

"Good morning, Iz... Sleep well?" I ask.

"I did, though I'm up a bit earlier than I planned," she responds as she stretches.

"You?"

"I slept great."

"I'm surprised Lexi let you sleep at all," Izzy jokes.

"I was out the minute I laid down. An earthquake wouldn't have woke me."

"Speaking of... Dad, I was hoping we could talk more today."

"Sure sweetheart. Me too, actually," I responded.

"Come lay down then so we can talk," Izzy says as she slides under the blankets.

"Let me get dressed first, Iz."

"No need... unless you want to. I'm not exactly dressed."

I hop under the covers - wrapped in just a towel.

"Did you think more about the Lexi situation," Izzy asks.

"I did... And then I got a bit... distracted," I admit.

"How so?"

"Let's just say that even if I wanted to watch that show with you last night, there was zero chance I was going to be 'allowed' to focus."

"Because of the foot rub you gave her?"

"More like because what her foot was rubbing - The. Entire. Time!"

"Ohhhhh!"

"I didn't even notice. I was trying to watch the show and thought she was too!"

"Speaking of watching, I think when she and I go to dinner and shop, I'll be better able to watch - since we'll be in public... Its not like she can actually fuck me in the restaurant..."

"Don't be too sure about that," Izzy jokes.

"No seriously," I responded, laughing. "We'll be able to talk, so I'll pay better attention to see if I can get any reads."

"Yea. You're right," she responds as she rolls on her side, facing me.

"So, here's a question. You said you're going to try to get a read. What if your read tells you that she is in fact in love with you? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know..." I tell her.

"There's no rulebook or guide for this," I elaborate.

"I guess once I figure out where she is coming from, I can move accordingly..."

"Well how do you feel about her, do you know?"

"I mean... I love her," I responded, quickly.

"Not really what I asked. I know you love her.

"Could you see yourself falling IN love with her?" Izzy asks.

"I, I... I - I guess I don't know," I tell her, quite perplexed.

"It all happened... It's all happening so... So fast."

"In terms of how you feel, what do you know?"

"I mean... I'd be lying if I said I didn't love all this attention I've been getting."

"I ummm... Objectively, I'm definitely infatuated," I continue as Izzy listens closely, looking at me in such a way that I know she's not going to say a word and is urging me to keep talking.

"I know that while she is definitely quite the temptress, I have a real hard time keeping my hands and my mind off of her.

"I know she awakened something in me deep inside that has been dormant, sleeping for a long, long time..."

"Mmmhmmm," Izzy responds, breaking her silence.

"I know that when this whole thing started, I didn't think... I gave in and just did, relishing, living in the moment... Going with the flow...

"I know that while I didn't give it too much thought, which I should have... I didn't even consider that this could even possibly be a long-term thing until yesterday.

"Our talk, what you told me... Kinda made it real...

"I just don't want to hurt her. I want to do right by everyone," I add.

"I know you'd never hurt her," Izzy says, trying to reassure me.

"What about yesterday? What about this, Iz?

"You said she'd have flipped shit if she walked in on you and I yesterday. Wouldn't that hurt her?" I fairly ask.

"Well..."

"Hold on... Before you talk, let me finish," I say, cutting off her response.

"I don't like how that came out. I want to fully explain before you respond so you can understand where I'm coming from."

"K..."

"Yesterday, speaking of you and me and only you and me... I would not trade yesterday for anything in the world.

"We bonded... We connected... We got close... Closer than ever.

"It was nice," I say, smiling.

"It was," Izzy agrees.

"And on one hand, I loved how close we got yesterday. Everything about it.

"Me too," Izzy says with a soft smile.

"On the other hand, I don't want to hurt either of you...

"If I open myself to the possibility of having true, romantic feelings for Lexi, I don't want to hurt you... I also don't want to hurt her. Does that make sense?"

"Dad... You're so sweet," Izzy says as she laughs.

"It makes perfect sense...

"Though let me tell you," she says - a hand flat on my chest over my heart, the other hand opening my towel.

"I'm not delusional about this. I'm not trying to play house.

"I guess I just look at sex differently in a way...

"For me, I love you & you love me. I also trust you.

"We made each other feel good.

"Sex for me is about making each other feel good.

"We connected, but it wasn't because of the sex.

"Though, it did certainly help enhance the connection.

"You want me to be happy. I want you to be happy...

"And if Lexi makes you happy, I'm happy...

"When my break is over, I'm going back to school and back to my life...

"So, if you're worried about me when you think about you and Lexi, don't worry at all. There's nothing to worry about."

"I don't want to fuck anything up. I don't want to hurt anyone," I tell her.

"You won't. And you didn't hurt me. You won't hurt me. You helped me so much this week, Dad... You have no idea."

"If I have no idea, tell me then," I ask.

"Well, for one - you helped me get over my fear of not being in control in bed... And also of kissing boys.

"Let's say Scott is going to be VERY happy when I get back," Izzy says as she laughs.

"Ashley tells me I'm a closed book and that I don't think very highly of myself.

"I always disagree with her, but she's kinda right. You really helped me open up... And you helped me feel pretty."

"You are, Iz. You're beautiful!"

"I know... I think I know I am. I just don't always feel it. You made me feel it and know it yesterday... And you got me to open up.

"A lot of me being a closed book is due to the hurt, the fear. You helped me break the dam.

"So you helped me realize Ashley was right and I do really like her even though things are casual, so I'm going to be more open with her.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell her HOW you helped me. I will share with her that you helped me and we got close when I was home."

"I'm not worried..."

"Speaking of close...

"Since we cleared all of that up, we should be a lot closer than we are," Izzy says as she peels away my towel.

"You think?" I ask, playfully as I reach to her thigh, pulling her into me.

"I think... We should pick up where we left off yesterday," Izzy says, scratching at my chest.

"And where exactly did we leave off yesterday?" I ask, sliding my hand along the outside of her thigh.

"Yesterday was such a long time ago.

"We were right about here, you were helping me get comfortable with kissing," she says, bringing her lips closer to mine.

"Doesn't sound familiar," I joke.

"I think you're going to need to do a bit more to jog my memory."

"You were making me okay with kissing you like this," Izzy says, sliding her hand up my chest, along the side of my neck as she opens her mouth, lingering.

"Hmmm, it might ring a bell," I tell her as my hand slides higher along her thigh, onto her hip and just inside her night shirt.

"Can you SHOW me what you mean?"

"I can," Izzy responds as her soft, damp lips touch mine.

"Okay, I think this might be... starting to jog my memory," I say as we open-mouth kiss, my hand sliding up her thigh, realizing my daughter is absent panties underneath. My cock begins to harden along her leg as I pull her closer, my hand on the small of her back.

"I need you to show me just a little bit more, so I can remember for certain," I urge her on, as Izzy adds just a little tongue to our lingering kiss.

Mindful of her hesitation on kissing, my tongue gently massages hers as we kiss. I slowly tease kissing my daughter deeper with no resistance on her end.

Abruptly, I pull back - smiling. "This is doing a great job of jogging my memory," I tell her before leaning back in for a kiss.

I once again tease kissing her deeper and pull back. "I. remember. it. all...," I tell her, kissing slightly deeper between every word - both joking, playing along, and stirring her anticipation.

"Help me out though... Weren't we more like this," I say as I roll my daughter on her back, sliding between her parted thighs.

"Yep, this seems about right," Izzy recalls, looking up at me. Overtop of her, I lean down - kissing her as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

"There does seem to be one thing missing," I tell her, breaking our kiss yet again.

"If memory serves me correctly... And it does," I say as my hand slides back down her night shirt until finding her smooth, bare thigh.

"We were more... like... this..." I say as I slide my cock into my daughter's warm insides. Izzy moans as she exhales.

"I'm also pretty sure your hands were up here," I say as I extend her arms over her head while slowly moving my submerged, hardened cock.

"And I think this was more like this," I say, sliding Izzy's nightshirt up, over her breasts while sliding further inside her.

"Mmmmmmm, I think you're right," Izzy moans.

"So now that we're pretty much where we were when we left off yesterday, where do we go now?" I ask, moving in and out as her hips follow.

"You're doing a good job at this, you tell me," Izzy responds.

"Trust me?" I ask, pausing as I bury myself deep inside.

"Totally."

I slide Izzy's shirt over her head and over her arms as I keep myself buried deep inside. After removing her shirt, I wrap the shirt around her wrists, tying the shirt around them as I move in and out of her warm hole, sliding my fingertips down her extended, lightly restrained arms.

I begin kissing Izzy as I work her body in and out, returning to a hint of tongue - inspiring a light moan. Once again, I tease kissing her deeper and pull back. This time, I raise up, still buried inside, hooking her legs.

With her legs hooked around my arms, I reach around - hands on each of her beautiful, full breasts while I thrust. Izzy moans.

My left hand leaves her tit, sliding along her tummy, along her thigh as I move her leg beside me. Tracing her thigh back up and along her belly, my thumb reaches down below - finding her spot - 'the spot'... Rubbing her clit like my daughter showed me she likes to be touched. I watch on with an overhead view as her body responds to her Daddy's cock, a handful of tit, and my thumb tweaking her clit.

Izzy grinds into me, hips raising and lowering, moaning as her father works his magic. A lot of thrusting, a slight flick, a little pinch - Izzy's arches, head thrown back - moaning as her pussy spasms on her Daddy's dick as I marvel at the beautiful sight of my daughter cumming.

Knowing she is at a heightened state, I slide back on top of her, teasing with more open mouth kisses. Izzy being the aggressor this time - showing hunger for a deeper kiss. Continuing movement in and out, I give her only a taste, pulling away slightly as she tries to kiss deeper. I want to make her hungry for it... Wanting it... Needing it... Driving her mad with passion in the process.

Getting worked up myself, I pull out in hopes to prolong, sliding my body lower, licking, kissing along her collarbone, over her breast, down her belly I go. I drop my chest to the mattress, scooping her legs, burying my tongue before Izzy has a chance to respond. Her body, however, gets the message and it doesn't take long before she flails - cumming yet again from my dancing tongue.

Toes curled, arms extended, legs tightened, heavy chest breathing, Izzy bucks, bends and moans as I lash at her with my talented tongue, fighting to hold her hips in place.

Having lapped up her sweet nectar, I slid my way back up my daughter's body - pushing back inside as I untied her hands. With zero hesitation, Izzy grabs me, pulling my close into a deep, full tongue kiss.

We roll as we kiss, Izzy taking the top, moving her hips up and down while we deeply kiss, grabbing my arms, one at a time - placing them over my head, pinning me down.

"Time to give you a taste of your own medicine," Izzy says as she grinds away on my dick - dangling her tit just beyond the reach of my mouth while she rides me. While she rides, she teases me - dropping her tit in my mouth, pulling it back just out of reach as I try to find her nipple with her tongue and try to latch down - building a hunger inside of me.

My hunger... and my impending orgasm grows as she wets my appetite while riding my pole. I moan, I hollar... I beg - "Izzy, Izzy... Izzy please!" I cry, my hips thrusting up into her as she rocks and rolls her hips.

Knowing the end is near, Izzy finally lets me feast as I tense up - grinding on me, dropping her plentiful breast into my mouth as I suck, holler and explode deep inside her.

Like the previous day, we spent the majority of the morning and afternoon in bed - talking with one another, bonding, growing closer while comforting each other - uncovering, discussing our secrets, sharing and working through our pains while also sharing and enjoying our bodies.