Who's Your Daddy?

Jesus!

~~~~~

She left that first day at three, and would've been content to stay all day if I hadn't shooed her out finally, carrying five books and three CD's of new stories and notes and promising, "I'll get right to work on this tonight sir." As a parting shot, she said with a sexy grin, obviously teasing me and testing my response at the same time, "I took three of your old 'Erotic' books too professor, that's a genre I don't know much about."

"You don't? I thought all you young, modern girls fell asleep reading 'Vagina Monologues', and the like," I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha professor. But if I do need something explained I'll ask Isobel. She's quite the expert," she exclaimed as she started down the stairs.

"Is she?" I asked as her head dropped through the hatch and she disappeared. But I couldn't help but wonder just how innocent my little, sweet Samantha was, and just how come those top two buttons had come undone.

~~~~~

The week that followed was the happiest I'd had in years, as I couldn't help but be continually delighted by the presence of this young girl I'd always loved but never known. She was smart and funny and kind and sexy; everything a father could ever ask for in a daughter.

She'd arrive at eight and we'd work for an hour and a half before breaking for a quick swim and then a breakfast prepared by my housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Gomez, Maria. Samantha had been surprised the first day we swam; unable to stop gawking when I appeared by the pool in just a small bathing thong.

Finally, after staring at me for seconds as I walked toward her, she blurted, "Gee professor, is that all you swim in?"

"You're lucky he's wearing anything," Maria interjected crankily.

"What?"

"The good professor usually swims totally naked honey. In the ocean or in the pool, always naked," Mrs. Gomez complained, a broad grin on her face. "You can't run around with your thingamajig bouncing in front of that poor, innocent girl, I told him," she said smiling.

"But what about you Mrs. Gomez?"

"I'm an old widow Miss, a small little thing like that doesn't bother me," she laughed.

"Is it really that small Mrs. Gomez," Sam grinned back as I retreated from the two females and jumped into the pool.

~~~~~

Later that day, after I had finished my writing for the day, we found ourselves back lounging by the pool, reading.

"You don't have to wear it for my sake, you know sir," she said as she glanced over at me.

"Probably better if I do Sam, it's bad enough I have you reading erotica," I answered, unable not to gawk at the perfect young body that was trying to escape from her sexy, white bikini.

"Do you mind if I sunbathe topless sir," she suddenly asked minutes later, and before I could respond she had the skimpy bra untied and thrown aside. "I mean, we do it at home," she started to explain, now shy, clearly uncertain of how I'd react.

React – Fuck, my cock was already jumping as my eyes lingered hungrily on her chest. She was bigger, both rounder and fuller, than her mom or sister were. Her aureoles were large and brown, much darker than her mom's pink circles. And the nipples, hard now and straining under my eyes, were short but thick and I knew she'd groan when my lips engulfed them, licked them, stretched them.

"No problem sweetie, no problem at all." And as she shyly grinned, or was it slyly, I added, "I think I'm definitely going to put them in chapter three of my latest little book, you know, when Carlos, the gardener, sneaks into his mistress's daughter's bedroom and..."

"Professor!" she protested as she threw her towel at me, her breasts jiggling delightedly with every move.

But as I lay back and pretended to close my eyes and ignore her, I saw how she kept glancing at my groin, taking in the ridged pole that was stretching my thong to its limits.

~~~~~

Two mornings later she arrived early, just after seven-thirty, and was sitting, sipping coffee by the pool and talking to Maria, when I walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended embarrassment at my nudity, but I could see the interest, the excitement in her eyes as they raked over me, and I also knew that she had arrived early just so she could see me.

As the days passed it became harder and harder to restrain myself, to not just take her, fuck her on the desk that separated us. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't have sex with this girl, that she was one of the only two women in the world I shouldn't make love with. And yet I knew that even that age old taboo wouldn't stop me, that the eighteen year separation I'd been forced to endure was somehow driving me towards Samantha's seduction.

It was a Monday afternoon, ten days after Samantha had started that another event occurred that momentarily sidetracked the mating dance Sam and I had been doing.

I had noticed them coming as they walked up the beach but it was only as they passed in front of the house that I recognized Isobel and her latest beau Kenny White, a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the island for the last five years. Izzy looked stunning in a skimpy, yellow bikini top and tight, blue jean short shorts, the fly down in the latest style, the matching yellow pants peeking through in an open invitation.

Sam, working quietly at her desk and facing inland, hadn't noticed her sister as she skipped by on the beach, leading Kenny by the hand, a bright smile on her face. I lost them for a second as they slipped between a dune about twenty yards down the beach but then they appeared again in a little hollow, a natural bowl between two sea grass covered sand hills.

They thought they were completely hidden, unaware that I in my tower could see everything through the two tall pines that framed the window that faced toward them. She pulled him towards her, and I knew immediately that she was the aggressor, and watched transfixed as her hands went behind her back and untied her top, and as it slipped down and off her perfect cones I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped my lips.

I saw Samantha look up from the flickering screen as I stood and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning look on her face, wondering what had attracted my attention.

They were already lying on the blanket they had placed on the hot sand when I looked back towards the little hollow, the yellow bra thrown carelessly aside in their haste. He was sprawled atop her now, kissing her hungrily as his hands moved over her chest, but I sensed in his urgency that he wasn't a practiced lover, that in his haste he'd never fully satisfy her.

I heard Sam rise and come towards the window, saw her finally see the scene below and glancing at her quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. "But..." she mumbled, "Why's Izzy doing that..?" And then I saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she looked over at me.

We both watched as Kenny stood and hurriedly dropped his shorts, and Sam almost moaned when she saw his prick standing out from his stomach. "We shouldn't watch," she mumbled towards the window, unable to move her eyes from the unfolding scene.

They were both naked now and as he knelt between her legs we could see Isobel grasp his penis and pull him towards her. I sensed it when Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder to shoulder, watched him slide his cock in her, and watched him as he urgently fucked her.

I had seen immediately that Kenny wasn't that well endowed (although I'm sure Samantha didn't recognize this) and after just seconds of hurried pumping he came rapidly, his bodies pumping ejaculations obvious even to us as we watched from our window. Rolling off Isobel and on to his back, he lay panting as I focused the powerful binoculars on Izzy's blond bush and her distended pink lips which were leaking Kenny's white sap.

I knew Sam's eyes were trained on Kenny and the now semi limp sausage that lay dripping on his thigh and noticed she was breathing as heavily as the two lovers.

"Well, you'll certainly have something new to write about tonight Sam," I whispered, startling her out of her sexual reverie.

"We shouldn't have watc....oh God... what's she doing now?" Sam suddenly gasped and turning back to the couple I saw Isobel's left hand holding a reawakened prick as her lips popped over its purple head.

After watching her sister's head bob up and down for minutes, Sam finally stammered, "Oh Jesus, I have to go Sir... I'm sorry... but," as she fled from the room.

~~~~~

She was shy the next morning, clearly not sure whether to mention what we had seen or whether to just ignore it. We worked through the morning, not talking for the most part, and it was only when we broke for a swim around eleven that Samantha finally broached the subject.

"I'm a virgin you know sir," were the first words out of her mouth after we had finished our swim and were resting on chaises lounges by the pool.

"Are you? That's nice Sam," I replied noncommittally.

"It surprised me... I mean I've never seen two people doing it ... I ... don't laugh sir; it's not funny."

"Sorry," I grinned.

"We shouldn't have watched sir. It was wrong," she hurried to add, blushing now, wondering why she had ever brought it up.

"We're writers Sam! Of course we're going to watch. If you don't look at things you'll never be able to write about them," I insisted.

"But..."

"Did you write anything last night when you got home?"

"NO!" But seeing my disbelieving look finally admitted, "I did think about it, dream about it though."

"I did too Miss Butler," I admitted laughing, "In fact I'm afraid your sweet sister may make quite a few appearances in my future books. Do you think Izzy would mind if I made her a starring character in my latest erotic tale?"

"PROFESSOR!"

"I don't know, something like 'Isabel lay back on the hot sand, her breasts heaving in anticipation, her thighs trembling, her insides on fire as she watched Kenny hovering above her, his thick, long, hard, huge prick ready to fill her with his molten seed.' What do you think?"

"You're terrible sir," she complained, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide smile, and as she giggled I could see her nipples hardening and caught the quick glance she directed at my crotch. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that Kenny wasn't huge sir," she challenged, looking me right in the eyes before moving her gaze downward.

"I could put both of you in the story," I teased. "Beautiful teen sisters seduce Ivy Leaguers – call it something like 'Sam and Izzy's Island Orgasms'."

"You're terrible! I going back to work professor, I don't have all afternoon to fool around."

As I watched her as she strutted towards the door, her breasts bouncing proudly, her rear cheeks alive under the skimpy little boy-shorts she was wearing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and for the thousandth time in the last two weeks tried to justify what I was about to do.

~~~~~

But strangely enough, it was the older Butler sister who was the first victim of my sexual hunger, of my perverse desires.

Izzy and Kenny returned to their little hollow three days later, a July Friday afternoon I'll never forget. I had sent Samantha to Nantucket early that morning with a list full of errands to perform, errands that I knew would keep her busy at least half the day, and that she probably wouldn't be back until the two o'clock ferry from Nantucket got in.

So, when I saw Izzy and Kenny walking up the beach, I knew I'd be able to watch them uninterrupted. My eyes, pressed against the powerful binoculars, never left the couple as they made love. I simply stroked my self in time with Kenny's feeble thrusts, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to rush down the beach and throw the boy aside and fill my girl with my hardness.

After they had made love two times they ran laughing hand in hand into the surf, and as I watched Isobel playing naked in the shallows, water droplets gleaming in the sunshine as they cascaded around and over her, I couldn't help but be reminded of her mom from so many years before. Although taller than her mom, she had the same slim figure, the long beautiful blond hair, the high, firm, pink tipped cones, the puffy nipples I knew would melt in my mouth, the powerful runners legs whose thighs would curl around my back, oh Jesus...

Kenny dressed and left after they'd swam but surprisingly Izzy lingered, and I watched as she lay on her towel in the hot bowl, tanning her naked body, allowing the sun to caresses her unprotected skin.

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"I'm just going for a quick swim Maria," I called back loudly towards the house as I walked toward the breaking surf, sure that Isobel just yards away, lying naked behind the dune, would easily hear me. I dropped the towel when I was still five yards from the water, and wondered as I took the last steps whether a blond head had popped over the top of the dune, and whether two blue eyes were now staring at me.

I stayed in the water for about five minutes, ending up a little way up the beach directly opposite Isobel's hiding place. As I had splashed in the still cool surf, I had seen her head peeking over the dune and knew she would be watching when I left the water.

I slowly emerged, standing for seconds with the ocean just covering my hanging prick, letting the breaking and ebbing of the waves tease her with glimpses of my size before finally taking the last couple of steps to dry land. I quickly glanced up at the front window of my tower top room, and surprised, saw the glint of the sun reflecting off the lens of my binoculars, and knew that Samantha had got back early and was secretly watching me.

I stood, not ten yards from Izzy's hiding place, and shook my body, much as a dog would, sending a spray of droplets flying, letting her see my whole body. Then walking over to and picking up my small towel, I slowly dried my hair as I faced her. Would she do anything, show herself, I wondered as I ran the towel down my chest and over my already waking cock.

I didn't have to wait long, for just as I took the first steps back towards the house, she emerged from between the dunes, topless and carrying her towel and top over her arm. Finally, when she was only ten feet away from me, she looked up and pretended to be stunned to see me naked in her path.

"Oh gosh professor," she almost squealed as she raised her free hand up to cover her nipples.

"Isobel, Christ you startled me," I responded, as my eyes roved hungrily over her. "Where'd you come from anyway?" I asked as I continued to slowly approach her, making no attempt to cover myself.

"You swim naked sir?" she asked, ignoring my question while boldly returning my gaze.

"Uh huh. You too?"

"No, no. I was just sunbathing sir. Topless... I just want to get an all-over tan... I mean I don't like the white lines, the," she stammered while letting her arm fall, exposing her perfect golden breasts, but the look in her eyes belied her nervous tone.

We were only two feet apart when we stopped and after slowly inspecting her I answered, "I thought I saw you and Kenny a little while ago in the ocean," and teasing, added, "you didn't look like you were wearing much then."

Blushing and stalling, she mumbled, "Kenny?"

"Uh huh, you know, the young man you were kissing in the little hollow over there."

"The hollow?"

"Yes Izzy. You know sweetie, that when I'm writing up in my room at the top of my tower and I look out the side window," and I turned and pointed up to where I knew Samantha watched, " I can see right into that little hollow."

"Everything?" And when she saw me nod my head, simply said, "Oh!"

We were just inches apart now, her nipples just brushing my chest, their hard, erect points being answered by a lengthening, a hardening that she soon felt rising against her stomach.

"I love tall women," I whispered, our mouths seconds away from each other.

"Most boys think I'm too tall sir."

"They're crazy Izzy," I breathed.

"You're in good shape sir, big. I mean not just tall, muscular, but..."

"I'm a man Isabel."

"I'm too young for you... I mean... we can't ..." were her last words before my lips captured hers.

It's hard to put into words the urgency, the excitement I felt as our mouths met and our bodies crashed together. It clearly had something to do with who her mother was, who she was, how many years I'd waited to be part of her life.

I moved my mouth to her breast, and slowly licked the sea salt from her nipples before seizing one and drawing it into my mouth, my teeth lightly stretching it before I hungrily sucked it.

"Sirrrrr," she groaned as I moved to the other, and as I cupped her soft orb and ran my tongue around her sensitive aureole I felt her tremble under my fingers. Bending I quickly moved my hands to her hips and lowered the flimsy yellow bottom to the sand.

"You're beautiful honey," I whispered as I ran my fingers through her soft blond curls and cupped her pubic mound in my palm, lightly brushing her pink channel with my middle finger as I slowly moved my hand.

"Please sir, pleeeeese," she moaned as her hand clasped on top of mine, pushing it against her. I then knelt in front of her and after grasping her rear cheeks in my hands, brought my tongue to her, running its rough, wet surface over her pink, now open slit. She was already moist, and I inhaled her female odors as I tasted her rich juice.

Standing I kissed her, letting her taste her pussy's sap from the tip of my tongue as she felt my now raging cock throbbing against her mound.

Professor," she whispered as one hand snaked between our bodies and eager fingers circled me.

Placing my hands under her ass, I lifted her up off the ground, and held her moist center just inches above my crimson cockhead.

"Now sir, now," she pled, as she tightened her grip on me, trying to direct my shaft into her spread nether lips.

I lowered her slowly, and felt her wet insides adjust, widen, stretch as the thick head split her.

"Its big sir, so big," she said in wonderment, her fingers still tightly circling the base of my cock as her insides worked to lubricate the four inches already in her. I lifted her up and almost off me before lowering her again, forcing more of my rock hard shaft into her. Arms around Sam's back, I knelt slowly, lowering her to the towel lying on the hot sand.

"I don't think I can take it all," my little girl started as I pulled back, but I pistoned back into her, deep, "Unhhh," again, deeper, "unnnhh," and then one final thrust brought a final almost feral groan, "Ahhhhhhhh...unnnhhhhhhh," from her grimacing lips as I filled her.

But when I pulled back Samantha whimpered, her "nooooooo, stayyyyy," suddenly stopped as I thrust back into her fiery furnace. I sped up; my urgent penetrations now met by lifting hips, and soon felt the tremors in my balls, warning me of that always exquisite explosion that was seconds away.

I felt her first spasm just as the rush of sperm sped down my bucking cock, and felt her orgasmic juices slide over my cockhead just as I flooded her vagina with my seed.

We fell apart, and shuddering and panting we watched each other, unable to disguise from the other just how extraordinary our coupling had been. Finally I turned her on her stomach and lifting her thighs off the sand, drove deep into her still distended and soaking cunt. Twice more I made love to Izzy, utilizing every trick I'd learned to pleasure my eldest daughter.

An hour later we lay exhausted in each others arms, covered with a sticky sheen of our orgasmic cream. 'But she's your daughter', kept echoing in my confused brain when she finally, giggling happily, danced off.

~~~~~

"I wasn't going to come today professor," she finally said, not even looking up as her words reached me. "Did you know I was in the tower, watching when you were fucking..." she demanded, when I made no reply to her statement, but her words trailed off sadly as she talked.