Distraction

The next day, the girls were full of talk about the dance (eventually; it was around noon before they actually got up). Apparently Sarah had managed to spend most of the evening with Jason Liggett, thanks to Ashley playing wing-woman and screening them all night. She was eagerly anticipating a call from him. Ashley pointedly reminded her she owned a big favor now. Thomas was warned off interfering again on pain of ****; I told him to mind his own business and he slunk off to play video games. His own efforts last night had not borne fruit.

The girls were chatting in the living room; I was reading a paper but actually eavesdropping. "He really seems to be close with his sister these days, he kept talking about her," Ashley commented. "They're both totally into soccer," Sarah replied, shrugging it off. "The whole family is."

The girls chattered about some more, but nothing else I was interested in, then gathered up their food and headed into Sarah's bedroom (technically a rule violation, but I let it slide). It was still the soccer session, so Thomas and I were going to head to the game after lunch. Surprisingly, Sarah and Ashley asked to come along. Sarah probably thought that Jason might be at the game, but I had never seen him come with Natalie. Jason ended up calling just before we left, so it ended up being just me and Thomas. Natalie was not here this week, as her college team had an away game, so I was actually watching for once. When we got back, the girls had moved out to the pool.

It was a bit early in the year to be swimming outside, even in Texas, so they were more lounging around the pool, dressed to swim but probably not planning to. I had the brilliant idea to add heating to the pool so it would be more usable; rather than doing it retroactively I made it so it was just installed earlier in the week and no one had use it yet. I walked outside to and reminded Sarah that the new heaters had been installed, in case they wanted to swim.

While I was there I took in the magnificent sight. Ashley had her small, willowy body encased in a small but reasonably modest black two-piece, the straps of the top undone to allow her back to tan without lines as she lay on her belly, her arms tight against her sides to hide her breasts. Sarah was kneeling on the deck next to Ashley, spreading lotion on her friend's back, in a red bikini I was not sure how she had snuck past her mother. Her light brown hair had reflective gold highlights she had gotten for the dance, and had lightly tanned skin (she had really taken to sun bathing outside this year, now that there was a pool). She had a long straight nose, wide-set gray eyes, and full lips, and stands about five-six. When she turned to let me know she remembered (showing no surprise about the fact that there had been no workmen around) and that was why they were out her, I was intensely very aware of how her bikini top showed more breast than it covered. Her nipples with quite visible though the thin material that was stretched tight against her skin. I cleared my throat, nervously to cover my reaction. That's Sarah, your DAUGHTER, I said to myself.

I went inside to avoid staring at my daughter, and the two of them lounged around for a bit more before getting up to swim. As they did, I couldn't avoid noticing Sarah's long, shapely legs as she dipped a toe in, testing the temperature. I redirected my attention to Ashley's slender body with effort, watching her spear into the water in a perfect dive. I headed into the family room to watch something on TV; I didn't even know what was on, but I needed to do something to get my mind off those bodies outside, and the thought of wet cloth clinging to them as there bodies flexed with water flowing over them.

This wasn't doing any good, though, and I wandered to the window and looked out at the pool. It had been ten or fifteen minutes while I had been trying to distract myself with TV and they were settling down again on the lounge chairs, their wet bodies glistening in the sunlight, and their suits clinging to them, outlining what I had been trying to not to think about.

I had to admit to myself that I found my daughter attractive. Seeing her like this made it unavoidable. I told my self I wouldn't do anything, that I had promised myself not to do anything to my family (the Thomas mess up had been an accident and I fixed it). But I had to do something or I was going to explode. I wasn't going to do anything with Ashley; I considered fucking a teenage house guest while my family was in the house to be too much. But it was fuck Ashley or do something I might regret.

To get Sarah out of the way, I had Jason call again, which had her running to her room to talk with him. I stopped time outside the yard, changed to Tom O'Malley, and walked into the back yard, surprising Ashley (I had to do a bit to make her accept my showing up randomly in the yard of a person she didn't know I knew). "Tom, what are you doing here?" Ashley called out when she saw me, jumping up in surprise. Her swimsuit top was unattached, and she dived back down to grab it in a futile attempt to maintain her modesty, but calmed down after a second "Not like you haven't seen me," she said, laughing. "But the Mallorys are right inside," she added, embarrassed again.

"I just wanted to see you," I said. "It's been so long." Tom O'Malley had been out of town for a bit; I kept coming into town to 'explore my business opportunities', eventually I would have to change the story soon as I could only do that so much before she would ask what was going on. But I was absolutely not due back in town this weekend. She walked over to me, holding the top on loosely, giving small glimpses of her breasts as she moved. "I've missed you too, Tom," she said, grabbing me for a quick kiss, then looking around to see if anybody was looking. I grabbed her tightly kissed her hard and deep, my right hand reaching around to massage her buttocks and push her crotch against mine.

"Tom, don't do that, they'll see us," she cried, braking away and looking around fearfully. I kissed her again, sliding both hands under her suit and feeling her ass. She responded, moaning with lust and grinding her crotch against me again, but then pulled away once more. "Tom, we can't! Sarah will be out any minute, and the M what is someone looks outside," she cried in a panic.

"Why don't we go in the poolhouse?" I suggested. We didn't have a poolhouse, but the yard was already twice as big as it should have been for the property so adding one in didn't make a difference. It was just a small one, a shower, toilet and a little changing area with a bench and a couple chairs, but it was solid but for a pane of frosted glass; no one would see us in her. As soon as Ashley and I were inside, I pulled her top out of her hands and threw it behind us, then leaned down to suck in her left nipple and breast. She sighed with pleasure, and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing my face against her. so I sucked harder, meanwhile running my hands down her back and into her swimsuit bottoms, each hand holding one of her little round ass cheeks.

After massaging her ass for a while while I feasted on her tit, she pulled away from my sucking lips and squatted before me. She pulled down my swim trunks (I had changed to swim clothes when I switched bodies; I was in trunks and nothing else), taking out my cock and looking at it before grinning up at me. "Do you want it?" she asked teasingly. "Yes," was of course my answer. She gave the head a quick lick. "What do you want? Ask nicely," she said in a motherly voice. "Pleeaassee, suck my cock," I said with a laugh, getting into the game."Well, since you asked nicely, I guess I can suck it just a little, but you have to remember to say thank you when I'm done," she teased, and with that she put her lips around the head of my cock and slowly began to suck more of it in. She began tickling the head with her tongue, showing off the skill she had built up over our time together. She was slowly jacking off the portion of my cock that wasn't in her mouth (she hadn't learned to deep-throat yet_. Her other hand began kneading my ass cheek as I had been doing to her before. I began stroking into her mouth, just a little forward and back, being careful not to make her gag.

"You like the way I'm sucking?" she asked, pulling back a bit and jacking me in her hand. "What do you think?" I answered, smiling down at her. "Do you want some more?" ashed asked, teasingly. "Do I have to say 'please'?" I asked, trying to sound ****. "Please suck me some more," I begged in a plaintive voice. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked; I was shocked as we hadn't done that yet. "Only if you want me to," I answered honestly. "Good answer," she said with a laugh, then she sucked my cock again into her mouth. Now she was going all out to bring me off, one hand stroking my cock and the other on my balls, her lips gliding up and down my shaft while her tongue laved the head and her sucking increased in pressure. I couldn't last long, and soon I stroked once, twice, three times and blasted my cum into her mouth. This was new for Ashley, and she wasn't really ready for it, so she managed to take the first shot, but then gagged slightly, so she had to pull me out took the second and third shots on her face. She did manged to swallow what was in her mouth, and apparently liked it enough to shovel move off her face to taste.

"Thank you, Ashley," I told her. I wiped some of the dripping semen from her face with a finger, and she took my hand and guided the finger into her mouth, where she licked it clean. She smiled, obviously pleased with the response she'd gotten despite her issues at the end. We sat on the bench, cuddling against each other. "I guess you didn't dislike the taste too much," I said deadpan, as she licked more of my splooge off my fingers."It's not bad," she responded. "Not as good as a butterscotch sundae, though," she continued, alluding to what she had been getting at the shop when we first met.

"Where'd you learn that stuff?" I asked. "My secret," she countered grinning. "You don't have another boyfriend teaching you that stuff, right?" I teased. "Tom!, okay fine, it was just some porn, jese" she exclaimed, scandalized but laughing with me. I apologized with a kiss, then I lifted her chin in my hand and looked into her eyes. "I would never make fun of you," I said, "because I love you completely and without reserve." She melted into me and then I kissed her again.

Her swimsuit bottoms were off in about a second, She bowled me over as she straddled my hips. The bench was hard, but not uncomfortable, and she was thoroughly aroused from our previous experiences so she slid her wet cunt up over my cock as soon as she got onto me., reaching between her legs to position it at her fuckhole. She bottomed out quickly and our crotches ground together, then she lowered herself to kiss me. We hugged and I held her close as we both just enjoyed the feeling of being joined. Then raised her knees into a squatting position and began to pump up and down on my cock, leaning forward and placing her hands on my shoulders for additional support. Her up and down movements were slow, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. I watched my cock appearing and disappearing slowly as her cunt rose and fell on it, then reached up to her small breasts and grabbed each nipple between my thumb and index fingers, pulling and twisting slightly. "You like my boobs, don't you?" she asked. "You're about the only one," she replied, not stopping her thrusting but looking a little sad.

"I'm the only one who has to," I replied, pulling her down to me to suck her tit. We couldn't fuck well like this, as she couldn't really move with me latched onto her, so I released her tit and let her get back to riding me. Now, even more aroused, she drove herself up and down harder, and I began stroking up into her cunt. Ashley's began to get tired due to this position, though, and she lowered herself to my chest and we kissed again, enjoying the feel of each other.

"Tom, I've got to finish, but I just can't keep going like this," she said. "Wait, remember when we made love on the balcony? I liked that." He rolled over face down on the bench. "Do me from behind." She lewdly shook her ass back at me. I was immediately behind her, positioned between her wide-spread legs, and driving my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I leaned over to play with her hanging tits as she gasped so nicely, holding and squeezing them, pulling on the nipples. She was bent over fully, her head on the bench as I kneeled behind her, thrusting into her upthrust pussy. I let go of her tits to grab her ass and push harder into her cunt. "Oh god, do me," she whined. "Tom, I've got to cum. Make me cum." I drove harder into her then, still harder, and her she got louder and higher. "Oh god,o h god, oh god, I've gotta cum. Make me cum!! Make Me cum, Tom!" Then she came, with a series of shudders and shakes, collapsing fowrward on the bench, supported only by my spurting cock inside her. As she collapsed I grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her, spurting deep into her body.

Then I pulled out and lowered her to the bench gently. We lay there for a long time, her face down on the bench between my thighs, me laying on her back. Ashley suddenly pushed me off with a start. "They'll be looking all over for me," she said, as she hurriedly put on her swimsuit. "I'm amazed nobody's come looking for me." Even though Of course no time had passed, I let her think she needed to leave. We kissed a few more times before walking back into the sunlight. She watched Tom O'Malley walk around the corner of the house; I went back in the front door in my real body. Ashley found nothing odd about my sudden appearance or disappearance, nor felt any need to mention it to Sarah. I am happy to say I had no more thoughts about Sarah that afternoon.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil