Dear Daddy,
I'm writing you because I don't know how to tell you this in person. I never meant for this to happen, but it just did. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy it did; I just wasn't expecting it.
Here, I am blabbing, and you probably have no idea what I am talking about. So, let me start from the beginning. It began when I was twenty-two, and Morgan had just turned eighteen. Do you remember that summer? I was home from college, and you and Mom left Morgan and me home for a week while the two of you took a second honeymoon.
Anyway, it was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, and the temperature was just right for spending a day by the pool. I woke up early that day and went for a nice long run. By the end of my run, my tiny shorts and sports bra were absolutely glued to my body. Sweat dripped down my chest, causing my body to glisten from the intense summer light. To say that I needed a nice cold shower after my run would have been an understatement.
I left a trail of clothes in my wake, slowly ripping them off as I walked to the bathroom. The summer heat had left my body begging for sexual release. The heat always made me horny, and this morning was no exception.
Stepping into the shower, I eagerly turned on the water and stepped under the showerhead. The cool water made my body tingle, adding to my already aroused body. As I washed up, I savored every touch of my fingers. The longer I stood there, the more I needed to get off. My hands trailed down my tight stomach to the smooth triangle between my legs.
My newly pierced clit called out to me. I know you told me I couldn't get my clit pierced, yet I did it anyway. You have no idea the effect it has on my pleasure, Daddy. It felt so good to be played with.
Lost in the moment, I pulled and tugged at my hardened nipples while my other hand fucked me silly. I was about to cum when Morgan knocked on the door.
"What's taking so long in there?" Morgan screamed. "I need to pee!"
"I'll be out in a minute," I replied, frustrated that I got interrupted.
I quickly dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my body.
"The bathroom's all yours. Hurry up, though. It is beautiful outside. I want to go lay out by the pool. Want to join me?" I asked her, hoping to cover up what I had just been doing.
"Let me wash up, and I'll be right out," she replied.
I rummaged through my bathing suit drawer and decided on a new bikini I had recently purchased. The bikini was blood red and barely covered my breasts and pussy. Laying it out on my bed, I realized how tiny it was. I slipped it on, tied the tiny straps, and adjusted the fabric to cover my bits.
Looking in the mirror, I loved what I saw. The too-small top made my chest look larger than it was, and the bottom left practically nothing to the imagination.
I had bought the bikini on a dare from my friend, Leslie. Usually, I would have just laughed off her challenge, but I felt feisty that day. I honestly never thought I would have an opportunity to wear it, but since it would just be Morgan and me, I decided to go for it. Besides, Morgan's interruption had left me incredibly horny, and the idea of showing off my body excited me.
I was lying out for about fifteen minutes when Morgan finally joined me. To say I was dumbfounded when I saw her would be an understatement, Dad.
Morgan came out in the sexiest bikini I had ever seen. It was consisted of three white raindrops covering her budding breast and pussy. She must have bought it without trying it on because her boobs strained to break free, and the bottom gave her a camel toe. The white bikini contrasted perfectly with her tan skin, making the naughtiness of the bikini even more apparent.
I had never realized how much of a woman my little sister had become while I was away at school. Even at eighteen, she looked like pure sex. My pussy moistened just by looking at her, Daddy. I was shocked by how much my sister turned me on, but I chalked it up to my interrupted masturbation session.
"What'd you think?" Morgan asked as she spun around, giving me a full view of her hot young body.
"I think Mom and Dad would flip out if they saw you in that," I giggled.
"Where did you get that bikini? You look hot!" I continued, trying to not seem too eager.
"You remember Tracy? Well, we were at the mall last week and decided to get matching suits. I hope it is okay that I wear it. I didn't realize how revealing it is!" she laughed.
"You look great. I can't believe how much you've matured while I was away at school. When I was home for Christmas break, you barely had boobs!" I observed.
"I know, right? They have gotten so big. Not bad for an eighteen-year-old, huh? All the guys in school stare at my chest. Some of the girls, too!" She replied with some pride in her voice.
"You better put on some tanning oil before you burn. That bikini doesn't exactly provide a lot of coverage," I chimed in.
As Morgan applied the oil to her body, I found myself stealing glances. At first, I lied to myself and tried ignoring how much I loved staring at her slick, oil-covered body. Hell, she was my sister; I shouldn't be getting turned on by her, I told myself. Yet the longer I watched her rub the lotion into her breasts and legs, the more I accepted my lust for her.
"That should do it," Morgan smiled, passing the oil back to me.
For the next hour or so, we lay there tanning. Every once in a while, I caught myself leering at Morgan while I rubbed my thighs together. I was so horny, and I desperately needed relief.
I was about to excuse myself and go to my room to rub one out, but Morgan started asking me about college.
"So, what's college life like? I can't wait to experience it," Morgan asked.
"There is a lot of work, but I like to work and play hard. I can't begin to tell you the wild times my friends and I have," I told her.
"I bet. I'm sure you are the sluttiest of all your friends," Morgan teased.
There was something in the way she said it, that she was hoping that it was true. I decided to play along and see where this conversation could lead. My libido was getting the best of me, Daddy, but at that moment, I didn't care.
"Have you had sex yet?" I asked.
"With two guys. Both guys were great but really inexperienced. I had to show them how to get me off. It would probably be easier to fuck another girl," she joked.
"That it is. Girls know just what to do," I said.
"You've been with a girl?" she asked, shocked.
There was a lust in Morgan's eyes, Daddy. I could tell the thought of me with another woman intrigued her.
"A bunch. I'm bi. There are few things better in this world than the feeling of another woman's smooth skin pressed up against your body. There is a certain sensuality that a girl has that a guy just doesn't possess. The way they kiss and touch you, the way they eat your pussy, it's just so different. Besides, I love eating pussy." I told her with excitement.
Daddy, Morgan lay there stunned. Yet, she soaked in every word. The more we chatted about my sleeping with women, the more flushed her face became. All this sex talk was making me even hornier. I needed someone to touch me, even if it was my younger sister.
"Do you mind putting oil on my back?" I asked her.
"Of course not," Morgan replied.
Turning over, I exposed my bare ass to Morgan. My pussy was soaked, and I hoped that she couldn't smell my arousal. Yet, as she began to rub the tanning oil on my skin, all my worries slipped away.
Morgan innocently rubbed the oil into my back. Her strong hands kneaded the oil into my sore muscles. Without even thinking about it, a moan loudly escaped my lips, Dad.