Kate's blowjob

When Kate’s hands touch my quivering shaft, I moan quietly. Looking at my daughter’s face full of lust and desire, I suddenly feel the same desire for her.

"Kate," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Are you sure about this?"

She answers by wrapping her fingers around my throbbing shaft, giving me a slow, deliberate stroke. "I've wanted this for so long, Daddy. We all have."

My eyes dart around the pool area, taking in the scene. Penny and Jenny have resumed their passionate kissing, hands exploring each other's bodies. Tony and Hallie continue their passionate coupling against the pool wall. Jo rides Kenny with increasing enthusiasm. And Hunter watches me with an approving nod.

"I don't know if …" I start to say, but Kate cuts me off by dropping to her knees and taking me into her warm, wet mouth.

The sensation is electric. My hands instinctively move to her head, fingers threading through her soft hair as she works me with practiced skill. I can't believe this is happening—that my daughter is giving me head while her siblings and friends watch.

"That's it, Kate," Hunter encourages from nearby. "Show Dad how much you’ve been wanting this."

I look down at Kate's eager face, her eyes looking up at me with unmistakable desire. The pleasure is too intense to resist.

My cock swells even harder in Kate's mouth as Hunter's words fuel something primal inside me. I've always been the protective father, the one who chased away boys with bad intentions. Now here I am, letting my daughter pleasure me while her twin brother watches approvingly.

"Fuck," I groan as Kate takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The wet sounds of her sucking mix with the moans and splashes around us.

Hunter moves closer, his own erection bobbing with each step. "We've been fantasizing about this for years, Dad. Kate especially."

Kate pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock. "It's true," she says breathlessly. "Every time I'd hear you and Mom through the walls at night, I'd touch myself imagining it was me instead."

The confession makes my head spin. I've always known my kids were sexual beings—they're young, attractive, and full of hormones. But hearing that my daughter has been fantasizing about me sends a jolt of forbidden pleasure straight to my groin.