Keeping Up With The Jonses

Keeping Up With The Joneses

I: Discovery

The two teenagers made up stories about the customers in the waiting area as they stood at the counter.

"Gonorrhea... from an all anal gangbang," Devon Jones whispered, nodding towards the elderly woman lowering herself into a chair with a noticeable wince.

"Oh my god," giggled Megan Lane before leaning close and adding, "Probably all black guys."

"Blew her back out, literally," Devon smirked.

"Okay, you guys. Here. Tell your father to take these with water, not alcohol. And not to take them within an hour of his new vitamin," said the pharmacist handing the bag to Megan before adding, "Thanks again for stopping to pick these up."

"No problem, Mom," Megan replied.

"Yeah, sorry you're stuck here Mrs. Lane," Devon added, commiserating with her best friend's mom that she had to work late because the pharmacy was short handed.

"What I get for being the lead pharmacist," Dr. Tina Lane shrugged before adding, "How's the new birth control, any issues? Side effects? No spotting?"

The girls each gave the other a quizzical glance before answering, "Nope. All good."

"Okay, good," the mother nodded. "You girls stay out of trouble then" she smiled before telling her daughter, "And try to get your father to order something besides pizza or wings for dinner, okay?"

"Green Kitchen it is," Megan smiled, happy to have permission to order the healthy, albeit overpriced, takeout.

As they turned from the counter, Devon reflexively held open her purse, watching as Megan pushed the pharmacy bag into it without a thought. It was a common, practiced action as her friend never could be bothered to carry a bag and their practice uniform shorts had no pockets.

The high school seniors exited the busy hospital feeling men's eyes on them. Their soccer uniforms hung loose but showed off their trim bodies, especially their long toned legs.

A short while later Devon's car was pulling up to the back of her house's detached garage. "Sure you don't want to lay out with me," the blonde asked.

The childhood best friends had an almost ESP like connection after so many years and Megan knew the question was simply her friend being nice, she could tell she'd been in a hurry to get home and sensed she didn't want company.

It was starting to become a pattern and Megan had been suspicious that her bestie was hiding something from her for at least a week now, and was more and more sure it was a secret boyfriend, and in fact was increasingly convinced it was Blake Connors, her ex-boyfriend.

"I've had enough sun. Maybe this weekend," Megan lied, feeling guilty, hoping a boy, especially her ex, wasn't coming between them.

Exiting the house, Megan was surprised to find Devon's dad, Nathan, pulling into the driveway. She returned Mr. Jones' bright smile and easy wave.

"Hey, kiddo. Good practice?" Megan heard behind her, turning in the middle of the street to answer her best friend's father with a casual shrug, "It was okay, I guess. We still need a striker."

In her bedroom, Megan quickly stripped down, pulling on a bikini and releasing her hair from its team-required ponytail. She checked herself in her mirror; her mouth pursed in self-satisfaction seeing everything was still as firm as yesterday.

The 18-year-old's flip flops echoed down the hall as she made her way to the kitchen where she found her dad struggling to open a jar of olives. "Shit, I left your prescription at Devon's," she blurted.

"Hello to you too," Nick Lane offered sarcastically.

Megan giggled, "Sorry," and craned to kiss her father's cheek, her bikini clad breasts pressing into his arm. "Here, let me," she offered taking the jar from him, adding, "A little early for martinis isn't it?"

"Seems like a good excuse to day drink," Nick responded, holding up his cast covered arms.

Megan felt a pang of guilt for giving her father a hard time. She knew it sucked for him to have a fractured left forearm and broken right wrist. His left hand stuck out of his cast but he couldn't do much with it, including opening a jar of cocktail olives she smirked as the top popped easily when she twisted it. Her dad was a large, strong man, but despite the inconvenience and pain she knew he was suffering, the teenager was enjoying having the upper hand on him physically for once.

"Want me to make it," Megan asked.

"I can manage, thanks," Nick smiled, taking in his daughter's bright blue eyes.

Nick Lane had to admit the one positive of being injured was being home in the afternoons and getting to spend more time with his daughter. He marveled at how adult she so suddenly seemed.Womanly,the father thought as his eyes swept over her bikini-clad body. Her dark hair hung loose and wild after soccer practices, something he'd seen countless times, but only recently noticed was... sexy. Sexy, like her body, which was incredibly toned and flawless. Perfect in the way only an overly active 18-year-old's body can be.

His mental inventory of his daughter's physical charms was interrupted by her announcement, "I'll go grab your pills, be right back."

The father allowed himself to stare as his daughter walked away, flip-flops snapping, half covered bubble butt bouncing. Nick Lane shook his head and blamed the trauma of the accident, his days old concussion, his broken arms, the pain medicine, the day drinking, the free time, the inconvenience, the boredom, and anything else he could think of to blame for the growing erection in his shorts as he studied his only child's feminine allure.

"So fucking sexy. Jesus," the father muttered with a shake of his head.

It wasn't that Nick Lane hadn't always known his daughter was beautiful; her heart shaped face, bright blue eyes, the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks had always had his heart. And of course he wasn't ignorant to her physically becoming a woman, her long legs, gravity defying ass, and impossibly plump breasts were impossible to ignore, but any inappropriate thoughts he had in the past had been fleeting, easily dismissed as more observation than burden... until now. Now the father was besieged by inappropriate thoughts about his own child; thoughts far too naughty, taboo, indecent, and wholly pornographic to ever admit to.

And now Nick wondered if his busy schedule was all that had insulated him from the temptation he was currently struggling with. He'd always kept 'Dad Hours,' gone from early AM to late evening most days, only taking time from work for soccer games, special occasions and holidays.

But something had changed about a month ago, around the time of the girls' birthday party.

Born only ten days apart, the two families had for many years now taken turns hosting a combined pool party to celebrate both girl's birthdays, though in truth it was for the adults as much as the girls, an excuse to have friends and family over during the summer.

There had been nothing particularly unusual about this year's party except the momentous occasion it marked - both girls turning 18. It was easily the largest turnout they'd ever had, but the party unfolded without surprises, winding down well before midnight.

Nick Lane and Devon's dad, Nathan Jones, commiserated about getting old the next day, blaming their unusually severe hangovers on being old enough to have now adult daughters.

Nick has also been blaming age for the thoughts he'd been having about both girls since then, but especially Megan. He struggled to understand their sudden severity, he'd felt like he was becoming obsessed with his daughter, finding himself thinking about her constantly over the past weeks.

He'd wanted to broach the subject with Nathan, but of coursehe couldn't.He couldn't ask his friend if he was having inappropriate thoughts about his own 18 year old daughter;'Hey buddy, see the game last night? Oh, and do you ever think about Devon... sexually?'

Nick Lane had been deflecting these improper feelings, naughty thoughts, taboo urges, for weeks now. It was as if his daughter turning 18 had triggered something hormonal, even primal, within him. He couldn't understand it - he was so horny, constantly horny in a way he hadn't been in years.

His sex life with his wife had certainly benefitted, he and Tina had made love almost nightly the past month. Yet, despite two decades of marriage, the father struggled with his secret, confident his wife would be of little help and even less acceptance dare he confess the true cause of his renewed ardor was actually their teenaged daughter.

Besides, Tina had seemingly been more excited for the girls to turn 18 than the girls' themselves, pointing out for some time their daughter's maturity. But Nick had been dismissive of it, blind to it. Or perhaps, as a father, simply unwilling to accept it. At least until after the party, when Nick found himself increasingly relying on his work to keep him focused... in-line... decent.

But now, at loose ends with free time while he recovered from his accident, he was struggling with his thoughts constantly... and losing. It was as if he was reallyseeinghis little girl for the first time, and she certainly wasn't little anymore.

His breath caught the first morning home watching her run around in panties before getting dressed for school. He tried to keep all the unfatherly thoughts at bay while she was at school, but the afternoons were worse, his daughter's bikinis left so little to the imagination. And Devon's. Both beautifulgirlshad somehow, seemingly overnight, become very sexywomen.

Nick was doing a lot of mental gymnastics to rationalize allowing himself to enjoy the titillation of his own daughter's flesh and his own increasingly taboo thoughts, but he simply found his daughter intoxicating, and unable to stop himself, the 43 year old was surprised just how little guilt he felt indulging his taboo thoughts.

Megan felt her father's eyes as she walked away. She was sure of it. At first, days ago, she'd thought it was just her imagination. She wasn't used to her dad being home so much and assumed the feeling would go away. But it hadn't, and she was more and more convinced she had somehow suddenly caught her father's attention... physically. She thought the idea should bother her more. Hell, disgust her even. Except it didn't. He was Daddy. He'd always been there when she needed him. He'd never denied her anything.

Megan felt bad for her dad. She knew he was suffering physically and mentally. So what if he liked looking at her body,she liked looking at her body. And he was kind of handsome... for a dad, the 18-year-old snickered inwardly.

Maybe it was turning 18, but the teenager had been thinking about her father more and more these past weeks, feeling sadness at the distance between them since she had gained the independence that came with being a teenager. She realized she missed spending time with him. And she realized how seldom they had been alone in recent years.

But the car accident had changed that, a multi-car pile-up on the interstate that had taken three lives. She and her mother had rushed to the hospital, beyond grateful to find her father okay except for the concussion and arm injuries caused by the airbags, but the shock lingered. It was the first time Megan had been forced to contemplate life without her dad and she wondered if that explained the new sense of... she wasn't sure what to call it... connection... between them.

Megan entered the Jones' house through the always unlocked side kitchen door as she had hundreds of times before and immediately spotted Devon's purse on the kitchen island, she quickly reached in and took the prescription bag and walked towards the sliders intending to signal her bestie that she had retrieved it.

But the teenager's breath caught and her hand instantly diverted from the door handle to cover her mouth, which hung open in shock.

Megan stood frozen and watched unbelieving, seeing the back of Mr. Jones' head framed by her best friend's naked thighs and ass as the father and daughter engaged in sixty-nine on a chase lounge only feet in front of her.

Megan's shock didn't prevent a sexual tremble from rumbling outwards from her pussy, gooseflesh rising across her body as a wave of heat and lust washed through her. She recalled being in that same position several times over the years, she and her best friend experimenting and exploring together despite both deciding they preferred boys.

Boys.

The realization her friend was being pleasured by a man caused a shiver as Megan heard Devon moan loudly. Fuck, this is so naughty; so wrong... so, so, wrong... Why is it so hot, questioned the teenager, unable to understand why she wasn't repulsed by what she was witnessing.

She knew she should leave. That was the only clear thought Megan Lane could discern. Everything else was suddenly muddled... foggy. It was as if the world, in an instant, had changed. But she didn't move. Couldn't move. Wouldn't move. Didn't want to move.

The 18-years-old's breath drew sharply as she watched her life long best friend's head bob in her father's lap. She couldn't see, but she imagined Devon's plump lips sliding up and down a thick, manly cock and in that moment Megan wanted nothing more than to see Mr. Jones' dick pushing into his daughter's mouth.

Megan wasn't aware she was rubbing her breast through her bikini top until she dropped the prescription bag. It was louder than seemed possible and she froze seeing her friend look back.

Megan's spine stiffened, expecting shock and panic and possibly even anger, but instead her best friend smiled a naughty smile as she held eye contact and shifted her body slightly to the side before inhaling her father's hugely erect penis in full view of her best friend.

The teenagers stared at each other as Megan let out a silent moan watching Devon hungrily suck her dad's big dick.

Waves of pleasure and need and naughty torment surged through Megan Lane as she struggled to understand how something so nasty could be so hot. She sensed the question actually answered itself, but the 18-year-old wouldn't allow herself to acknowledge the answer could be so simple as she stood frozen watching her best friend commit incest.

Incest. The word sent a lightning bolt through the teenager followed by another as Devon somehow seemingly nodded in silent agreement even with her mouth full of her father's fat dong.

The spell was broken when Megan saw Nathan Jones throw his head back and groan, "Uggghhhh, fuck yeah, suck that dick baby... make Daddy cum... fuuucckkkkk, uuugggghhhh."

She witnessed Devon's eyes roll back in her head as her cheeks hollowed and her lips dragged up her father's rigid flesh and she soon began gulping wantonly, obviously swallowing her father's sperm with lusty groans, "Mmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmmm..."

Megan's mouth was dry as she gulped along in solidarity, almost able to conjure the taste her friend was experiencing, her longing for the taste of mature male flesh suddenly mutating into a desperate desire for a mouthful of fresh, warm,incestuousjizzum. The teen was instantly torn between wanting to join the incestuous father and daughter, or running home to... her father.

The 18-year-old let out an audible moan as she turned on unsteady legs and staggered away, nearly incapacitated, barely composing herself enough to walk back across the street to her own house.

II: Acceptance

Megan Lane stumbled into her house on unsteady legs, her heart pounding, her ears thumping, her pussy gushing.

Her best friend and father were having sex. Incest.What the actual fuck???

Somehow, shockingly, the discovery seemed to lack the world ending weight it surely warranted. The world hadn't ended. Their lives weren't instantly upended. It was just... sex. Just incest. Just a word. Just a thing.How can that be?

If it had been just some boy, it would have only been a naughty moment, something to giggle about later.

If it had been her ex, Blake, the emotional fallout would have been far worse, and immediate, betrayal and hurt. The pain of a friendship wounded, if not fatally ended.

Her best friend was having sex with her dad, somehow... shockingly... that wasn't... as bad?

Shouldn't it be worse, Megan questioned herself.Why wasn't it?

The answer poked at Megan, 'Because Devon's dad loves her.'

She shook her head; love wasn't an excuse for incest...Was it?

Megan's breath caught, her heart nearly stopped as the thought it wasbetteroccurred to her. Better than a fling with some classmate who would simply count it as a notch on his belt of sexual experiences. Certainly better than ruining a life long friendship over some fuckboy ex.

Sex with someone that truly loves you must be better, right?

The teenager's head swam; she was shaking, nearly dizzy as she tried to process her new reality.

Was it just sex? Just two adults having fun, pleasuring each other physically, enjoying each other's bodies? Just a man and woman being naughty, even if they happen to be parent and child? It's not like Devon couldmakeher dad eat her pussy. It's not like Mr. Jones couldmakehis daughter lie atop him naked and suck his cock and swallow his cum.

The 18-year-old recalled her friend's lips stretched around the erect flesh, wetly sliding over every ridge and vein, until her eyes rolled back in her head as she swallowed, gulping mouthfuls of her own father's semen with obvious joy.

God, they looked so hot together, Megan thought. It looked so free, so exciting, so... fun.

It...incest... fun...

Megan braced herself against the kitchen counter as waves of taboo lust and desire crashed within her.

The teenager felt lightheaded, she was becoming more confused with each thought. Each question led to another. There was seemingly no end, no destination. There was no answer that didn't simplify it, didn't reduce it to simply a pleasurable act, didn't excuse it away. But incest was inexcusable.Wasn't it?

She realized she was standing in her kitchen looking out at their pool as if Devon and her dad would suddenly materialize, her nude friend laying atop her nude father, each using their mouths to pleasure the other, but the urge to join them was absent. Now in its place was the urge for her own father to share in her discovery.

Megan imagined her dad would come upon her watching and tenderly explain it all away. Make it make sense. Make it okay.

'That's so hot isn't it?' He'd say, putting his arms around her.

'Aren't they sexy together?' He'd ask, holding her tightly, pressing his body into hers.

'There's a reason why they say -incest is best.' He'd explain, his hands gliding over her bare skin.

'Wait until you see him push his cock inside her!' He'd announce, his hot breath in her ear, his hands sliding up her stomach and under her bikini top...

No. No, her father wouldn't say that. Wouldn't do that. No father would. Incest is bad. It's abuse. It's illegal... but... Devon... and Mr. Jones...

Megan remembered the look of joy on her best friend's face as she sucked her father's cock. That wasn't abuse. That wasn't bad. That was... pleasure... joy...

"Aw, thanks, Sweetie." The words startled Megan, realizing she hadn't heard her father approach until he set his empty martini glass on the counter and reached to take the prescription bag from her.

"You okay," Nick Lane asked, seeing his daughter's deep flush, instantly sensing something was the matter.

Clearing her throat, Megan steeled herself. Her fear that her father would somehow know what she was just thinking was palpable as she avoided making eye contact.