Alena stopped by Ivan’s place again the very next day. The previous evening — their first sin — had kept her awake all night. She knew they’d both enjoyed it, but she simply needed to make sure this unacceptable relationship would continue to develop.
She didn’t want to take a razor from home in case her mum started wondering why. If she was going to shave, she’d do it somewhere else and avoid getting tangled up in lies. She’d also decided to give her father a little nudge toward further activity. Even though he’d clearly loved her long sticky hair down there, she’d made up her mind — it all had to go, with just a neat little triangle left above. She didn’t like a strip. She’d have happily taken everything off entirely, but she didn’t want to spite him quite that much.
The evening before, as they were getting ready for sleep, he’d played with her and they’d discussed whether she should just shave the slit itself smooth or clear everything away in one go. She’d found it pleasantly perverse — the way she’d been displaying herself to him, posing on the bed in various ways while he alternately covered her with his fingers or his whole palm, tickled her with his tongue, gently tugged at the hair. When he finally noticed her little shell beginning to glisten with moisture again, he’d hardened once more and it had been wonderful — despite having already declared any further activity firmly off the table.
They’d made love for perhaps twenty minutes, enjoying each other from every angle, and this time he hadn’t needed to help with fingers or tongue even once. The clear proof of his success was Alena’s cried-out orgasm.
He’d surprised her slightly by asking whether she’d ever swallowed — she hadn’t tried it yet and wasn’t sure she wanted to. It reassured her that he could manage without, but he’d pointed out that some men expected it, so she should be prepared in case young Ivan turned out to be one of them — which he didn’t doubt, once she set her mind to seducing him. He told her she could seduce absolutely anyone, but warned her to choose her men carefully and find out what they were like as people too, because she was very independent and direct, and a lot of men or boys might not appreciate that later on.
They’d talked about a great deal more while she was perfectly aware of his magnificent hardness moving slowly inside her the whole time. Once facing each other in the classic position, then with her on her side, the upper leg bent up to her chin while he entered from above at an angle; then on her stomach, legs pressed together, and because she was wet all the way to her bottom, he’d slipped in just as easily that way too. They tried several more positions that occurred to him, and only after some time did he begin to increase the intensity, working toward the ecstasy of his climax — finishing with a generous surge of semen across her stomach up to her breasts. He lay beside her, circling her clitoris lazily with his index finger and then spreading the little pearlescent puddle across her chest, putting his finger to her lips for her to taste — “so she’d know.”
“Well, it’s nothing special, ugh, but it’s not going to make me sick either,” she laughed.
He could have brought her to another peak with that same finger, but she let him know she’d had enough. They left it for next time.
Now his arrival home was approaching and it was nearly dark outside. In the bathroom she found his razor — she was pleased to discover he used a plastic disposable and not a safety razor — and a reasonably large mirror. She took off her knickers and studied the situation again, deciding what to remove to please him. She pulled the curtains, switched on the floor lamp and settled into the armchair with the mirror in hand.
Keys rattled in the lock. She called out a greeting. When he looked in, the sight that greeted him was extraordinary — his daughter, knickers off, legs spread as wide as possible over the armrests, examining her furry little pussy in the mirror.
“Hello — what on earth are you up to?” he asked, staring.
“You were studying the options last night, so I got everything ready. Then we’ll make dinner,” she laughed, and gave him a provocative wink.
He was caught off guard, but not surprised to feel immediate tension building in his trousers. Alena looked irresistible — T-shirt, no knickers, mirror in hand.
“What, you mean you’d do it right now?” he asked, bewildered.
“I just need your advice, but I won’t complain if you help,” she said, glancing at him sideways.
“Alena! Wasn’t last night enough for you?”
“It was wonderful, Dad, but I want to look even better for you. Could you at least hold the mirror? And bring me some warmer water — this is already only lukewarm, I misjudged when you’d be home.”
“May I at least take my shoes off and wash my hands?”
A short while later he was kneeling in front of Alena, holding the mirror, watching intently as she systematically removed the hair around her parted slit. She was sitting on a folded towel and occasionally wiped away the remaining foam and hair.
Ivan’s cock had been aching with arousal and longing for some time. “Wait — lift that knee up, there are still a few hairs left near your bottom.”
“I can’t see that far and it’s hard to reach — try finishing it off for me,” she handed him the razor, leaned back slightly and drew her knees closer.
The view of her raised pussy — and the second little opening just below it — nearly undid him entirely. “God, Alena, this is madness. This is a job for a eunuch only,” he laughed, while at the same time lightly stretching the skin near the lower edge of her slit with one hand and neatly cleaning those areas from both sides.
“Fortunately you’re not a eunuch — I confirmed that last night,” she laughed, then added: “I can manage up here myself. I’ll do it like this around the bikini line and trim it a little up top — you wanted it something like that, didn’t you?”
“Yes, that’ll be perfect,” Ivan agreed. Alena put her feet on the floor and concentrated on finishing up. Ivan couldn’t help himself and ran a finger along the smooth groove of her sanctuary. “She’s beautiful like this — so tight and closed. Just this little bit peeking out at the top, and perfectly, perfectly soft. We’ll rub some aftershave cream in. I’ll go and get it.”
“And then you take your trousers off — maybe we’ll tidy up that jungle of yours too,” she called after him. She heard running water, and just as she was studying her finished work in the mirror with satisfaction, Ivan returned — without trousers, cock standing proud in front of him, aftershave cream in hand. His legs gleamed here and there with poorly dried drops of water from a hasty rinse in the shower.
“Here, let me put some around the edges so it doesn’t itch,” he applied a generous drop to his finger. She gave him plenty of room. He finished with a stroke along the slit. “She’s perfect.”
“Your turn now. Don’t embarrass me in front of the older Alena. I don’t like that hairy little bag and we should trim this with scissors, don’t you think?”
“All right, will you do it?”
“I’m not sure if it’d be better over the bath, but here will be more comfortable,” she nudged him into the armchair, applied shaving gel to his balls and systematically began removing the longer hair. From this angle his cock looked impossibly long and thick.
“Dad — don’t tell me all of that actually fit inside me last night,” she said, somewhat awed, running her hand over his equipment as she cleared away the last of the hair. She shaved the shaft almost to the base as well, and didn’t leave the area around his back opening untouched either.
“Perfectly easily, Alena. The bag stayed outside, don’t worry! From this angle it’s not quite such a miracle,” he laughed.
“He’s my darling,” she wiped off the remaining foam and pressed a heartfelt kiss to the head. “Come on, we’ll trim this with scissors in the bathroom and clean up around the groin as well. He’ll be handsome instead of a jungle monster,” she laughed, and led him toward the bathroom by his cock.
A little while later she declared with satisfaction: “There. Perfect. Completely shaved would look wrong, but like this — smooth bag, smooth shaft, with all those curls everywhere else up to his belly — he’s a proper gentleman.”
He rinsed everything off in the bath, but Alena had already taken the shower head from his hand and was provocatively running it along the veined length from top to bottom, massaging the smooth balls under the warm water — and he lost control. He turned off the water, hung up the shower head, stepped out of the bath, took her by the hands, pressed her against the wall and his shaved shaft entered her depths gently from below. She had been perfectly ready after all of that, and took him in eagerly.
“You’re a terrible tease, Alena,” he watched his cock slowly disappear inside her slit and reappear glistening with moisture.
“I know it’s wonderful, I’ve been looking forward to it all day, but the wall is absolutely freezing on my bum — can we go next door?” she whispered in an excited voice, looking straight into his eyes with an expression of eager submission, as if to say: Finally. Just do it properly now — do whatever you want with me, I’ll be good today.
“That’ll definitely be better — and in here the neighbours two floors up and two floors down would probably hear you if you carried on the way you did sometimes last night,” he agreed quietly.
A moment later they were rolling across the bed in passionate embraces, first one on top and then the other. He took advantage of pulling her over onto him, sliding beneath her so his tongue could reach her fully open spring. He added a finger from one hand. She braced her hands against the wall behind his head and held completely still. Her approaching peak revealed itself only through muffled gasps on the verge of cries. With his other hand he cupped her breast and lightly pinched the nipple.
Alena’s climax announced itself in a surge of intensified moisture. Some of it ran down his neck and onto the pillow. She collapsed into his arms with a quiet whisper:
“I had no idea. That was insane. I think I wet myself. I didn’t mean to — can you forgive me?”
“You don’t apologise for that, you silly thing. You didn’t wet yourself, don’t worry. Maybe a tiny little bit, and that didn’t matter at all — but what that was, was a perfect wet orgasm. We didn’t get there last night, and don’t think it’s a common occurrence. Even an ordinary orgasm doesn’t come off nearly as well that often, and there are women who never experience one like that. You probably know that from friends or from the internet.
But I’d guess that’s mostly down to clumsiness or thoughtlessness on the part of their partners — though we can’t solve that for everyone. We managed it beautifully. If it doesn’t work straight away with your boyfriend, don’t say anything — just carefully explain what feels best to you. Sometimes beautiful gentle play, or even passionate play, is better than a brutal shag — to put it somewhat crudely — which is what a lot of men often try, and which doesn’t suit a lot of women at all. But maybe you’ve already talked to your mum about some of this. She could tell you things! You’d be surprised. Daughters don’t usually expect this kind of talk from their dad, but we’ve demonstrated it in practice, which was certainly wonderful. At least for me,” he looked at her with a serious expression.
“Dad! I had absolutely no idea something like this was possible! I love you so much, and now I can’t imagine being with any boy without cheating on him with you. That is, if you’re ever here alone occasionally,” her eyes sparkled with little flames, and suddenly she noticed that the unsatisfied divine instrument with which her father had just led her to paradise was still standing rather impressively.
“Our darling still has something left in him, doesn’t he?” she grinned at him mischievously. “Maybe he’d like to try something else? What do you think?”
The trying took another half hour, because Ivan was careful to ensure that neither of them finished too soon. They both savoured the seemingly endless game to perfection. Alena discovered several more exciting variations of that wonderful pastime. In the end Ivan managed to bring the magnificent game to a shared climax.
As they lay beside each other still breathing deeply, Ivan nudged her with quiet amusement: “Well, Alena — for any future dates with young Ivan, you’ll now have some experience to bring to the table. He’s undoubtedly been accumulating his for some time. We can’t fit in any more today, and tomorrow you want to go and see your heartthrob — or perhaps just your idol for now — in the mountains. I looked online and found us accommodation in the same building with apartments, as you mentioned yesterday. I think we could surprise our incestuous idols at the restaurant, or in the pool or the wellness spa. There’s plenty there. If we want to, we can keep watch for them. It’d be wonderful if they’re acting like lovers. Maybe they’d explain it to us. But if we just sit down next to them and start asking questions, they’ll deny that relationship of theirs and keep on denying it. And they’ll refuse any future meeting because they’ll write us off as perverts with completely depraved ideas about them. So think about whether you really want to go, because it might turn out that our incest was completely pointless and our future meetings with them very uncertain.”
“Dad! You really know how to ruin a lovely evening. It was such a beautiful night and now I won’t sleep because of what you just told me,” she snuggled against him and laid her head on his chest. “And by the way — please stop talking about our incest being pointless. For me it was extraordinary, and I’d hazard a guess that you’re not exactly disappointed in me either, are you?”
“Of course not, you silly thing — but we’ll behave there like a perfectly respectable settled father and a perfectly well-brought-up daughter. Understood? Although if we catch them showing any particular closeness to each other, we can hint at something — just never as much as whatever we see from them.”
“Dad,” Alena brightened, “you’re so brilliant, I panicked there for a moment. So we’re going, right? I’ll be the most obedient daughter who ever made her beloved father proud! To be perfectly honest — after last night and now after what I’ve just experienced with you, I genuinely don’t understand why Mum left you,” she laughed with delight at her own double meaning.
“Leave off those remarks and go make us something to eat. Your mother had her reasons and so did I. We’ve been through this already,” he patted Alena on her nicely shaped white bottom and hauled himself out of bed, well-used cock in hand.
They arrived in Pec just after six on Friday. Alena had prepared dinner — breaded cutlet with bread and pickled cucumber packed from home to save a little money, given that Dad had been so generously loose with his wallet. They had a quick shower and set out cautiously to look around. The restaurant was half empty. Their objects of interest were nowhere to be seen.
“Come on, let’s have a look around. I haven’t been here since I was a student, I think. Maybe they’ll be in a bar somewhere. It’s just gone eight, but we’ll see.”
“Brilliant, but let’s both go back for a jacket and different shoes first,” Alena welcomed the idea.
They headed out into the freezing night. They’d barely covered a few dozen metres before loud music drew them in. A short distance from their hotel a disco was getting going.
“Shall we have a look inside, Dad?”
“Alena, come on — it’ll be like something out of a film. Some young lad will ask you to dance and tell me to go back to my grave!”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine, and if they’re not here we’ll move on.”
They debated for a bit longer, but it ended exactly as it had to end. Ivan managed to claim a small table by the wall. “I don’t even know what people drink at discos these days. Embarrassing. Alcohol or soft? There are a few older ones here too, to be fair. In my student days we usually went for rum and Coke.”
“Yes, I love that. Will you get us some? It’s quite a racket already and it’s nowhere near full yet,” Alena approved the suggestion.
About half an hour later, exactly what Ivan had expected happened. Alena attracted the attention of several young men and one came over for her. Ivan sent her to the dance floor and was relieved he didn’t have to go himself — he’d have felt rather stupid out there. The floor was getting fairly full and Ivan watched proceedings with interest. It wasn’t his kind of entertainment, but he admired the energy radiating from the dancing crowd. The DJ announced the first slower track of the evening and almost immediately a breathless Alena dropped back into her seat. Before she’d even caught her breath, Ivan sharpened his attention: “Don’t look over there — I’ll lean in a bit more — but they’re on the dance floor.”
“Really? And?”
“They’re swaying and pressing against each other. They’ve moved over there now,” he indicated the direction with his head. “You can have a careful look. Go and find that boy and you can keep an eye on them from the floor. I’m not going — it would look odd.”
“Fair enough, but I told that idiot to get lost. He was a real jerk.”
“Then we can keep a careful watch from here,” Ivan smiled — just as another young man appeared and asked Alena to dance.
Ivan hoped Alena would be careful and come back with news. After a few minutes she returned to the table: “Dad, they genuinely don’t notice anything except each other — and when it finished, he gave her a proper kiss. And he was holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.”
“So what do you want to do about it?”
“I’d wait for the next slow one so they don’t spot us unnecessarily. They’re sitting on the other side — I don’t think they can see us.”
“I’ll go and get another drink. Same again?”
“Yes, let’s not mix things, and I’ll nip to the loo.”
When he returned with two glasses, he raised his voice over the music with a meaningful smile: “Ivan’s a lad, I’ll give him that — they’re on vodka. He just came up to the bar while I was there and told the barman he’d have the same again — took two vodkas.”
A few minutes later Alena came back from the toilets and announced similarly loudly: “I’ll give Alena credit too — she’s a real beauty and she doesn’t look forty at all. Great figure, perfectly made up, I’d put her at just over thirty at most. Don’t let her get away! You absolutely have to go to that date on Wednesday!”
“Don’t let him get away either. He seems like a good guy and Alena used to be wonderful.”
“Maybe I should find myself another dance partner, just in case the last one doesn’t come back. I’m definitely staying on the floor for the next slow one though.”
They chatted for a while longer before her last dance partner showed up again. “When it’s ending I’ll say hello to Ivan — so they know we’re here,” she winked at her father and disappeared into the bobbing crowd.
Ivan thoughtfully nursed his Coke and after a while went to the bar for another. He waited impatiently for the slow number to end. His patience was rewarded.
“Dad, it was such a laugh! He completely froze! He was pressing himself against her so hard she could barely breathe — and when it finished, he gave her a kiss I haven’t had from you yet. I steered my bloke right up next to them, so they had to walk past us on the way back to their table, and the moment they’d had enough of the snogging I enjoyed myself immensely: ‘Oh wow! Hi, Ivan! So good to see you! Dad brought me here! We’re sitting over there, come and join us,’ I waved over here and then made myself scarce with my dance partner. They might still be standing there like pillars of salt,” Alena was delighted with how well she’d managed to catch their idols off guard.
“Alena, the best defence is attack. I’ll dash and get two vodkas and we’ll go over to them. What do you say?”
“Then go, quick, before the magic of the moment evaporates,” she laughed, watching as her father pushed through to the bar and reappeared a moment later with two glasses. He nodded at Alena, she grabbed their empty glasses, and they set off across the room.
Ivan spotted the mother and son having an animated quiet discussion. There was a short break in the music, so he didn’t hesitate: “Good evening, Alena! This is my little Ála! Ivan told her at school that you were coming to Pec for the weekend and she talked me into coming up too. We had no intention of following you — this meeting is pure coincidence. I just wanted to see the place again, somewhere I used to love coming. Can we sit down for a minute? I brought vodkas as a welcome — I ran into Ivan at the bar and noticed what you were drinking. My Ála’s bringing our rum and Cokes.”
Ivan was surprised by his own fluency, but he could feel it was going well.
Alena looked flustered, but then produced a smile and gestured: “Yes, yes, sit down! I’m glad to see you, but I had no idea we’d run into each other here.”
“So — to this meeting,” Ivan raised his glass and looked at the others. Young Ivan joined in awkwardly, casting a slightly nervous glance at his classmate. She gave nothing away and joined in cheerfully: “Brilliant! To meeting again on Wednesday too! I was talking about it with Dad and we’re both looking forward to it,” her eyes shining with delight.
Ivan’s mother had little choice but to shift into a broad smile. After all, if young Alena and Ivan weren’t planning to cancel Wednesday’s date, things would probably be fine. She raised her vodka. “To getting acquainted, and to Wednesday. I’m Alena — Ivan’s mum,” she took a decent sip from the glass Ivan senior had brought, and turned to young Alena.
“I’m Ivan — Alenka’s dad,” he smiled at young Ivan. “You two know each other from school, and we two do too, don’t we, Ála?” he turned to older Alena.
“Yes — and your two have our names, is that right?” older Alena smiled at older Ivan. She was beginning to relax. It was dawning on her that Ivan’s daughter wasn’t going to cause any trouble over what she’d surely witnessed. But a question was forming in the back of her mind — how was this possible? What was behind it?
“Dad told me about you, didn’t you, Dad? And you two looked lovely together while you were dancing,” the look she gave — moving from Ivan to his mother — could not have been more crystal clear and sincere.
“You were dancing with some friend of yours?” Ivan probed.
“Not at all. Dad’s not really a dancer, and that was just some boy from over there, I don’t even know his name. Do you come here often?”
“Yes — like I told you at school, at least once a month. But if our date is still on, could we move it to Friday? I forgot I’ve got afternoon lectures till four on Wednesday.”
“Ah — I have afternoon shifts on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, so Friday works for me,” Alena confirmed the change in her velvet voice without any comment and continued: “I’ve never been to Pec in my life — our family always used to go to the Dolomites, at least until Mum and Dad divorced.”
Ivan cut in across the flow of Alena’s words: “Quick thought — what if we moved to our hotel? There’s a bar there too and it’s getting noisy in here.”
“Fair enough, but which one are you in?” Ála played innocent. When it turned out they were in the same one, Alena fixed Ivan with an icy look: “Now that really is a coincidence.”
“Alena, come on — I found the hotel on a deals site and we liked it. It genuinely is just coincidence, there’s nothing behind it.”
Younger Alena quickly added: “But the accommodation is lovely and I noticed the wellness looks pretty good too. What if we all went tomorrow after skiing?”
Alena’s wariness visibly softened.
“I’m for the hotel,” older Ivan agreed, “but we should probably finish these first, yes?”
A few minutes later they were on their way back to the hotel. Ivan held Alena back and let the young ones walk ahead: “Wait, don’t rush. You’re worried my Ála saw you and Ivan kissing, aren’t you? Don’t be. Now isn’t the time, but I’ll explain it to you. Ála and I have had something similar going for a few days, the same as you and your Ivan. We’re looking straight into your windows.”
He saw her bristle and try to say something sharp, but he placed a finger quickly to her lips: “Shh, don’t say anything now.” He drew her toward him and kissed her gently. He could feel her tension beginning to ease. He wondered what was going through her mind.
She wanted to deny everything — but when he pulled her close and kissed her, the short but beautiful past came back to her and she began to think quickly: What can he know about us? Ivan is such a reckless fool, he never listens! We need to be more careful. But a kiss doesn’t prove anything! But what did he see through the window? We’re so careful! And what did he mean — that he and Alenka have the same thing as us? If he knows that we… So he was telling me he has a relationship with his own daughter?! That would be insane! That can’t possibly be true! With his own daughter? That’s terrifying!
He interrupted her stream of thought: “Come on, let’s catch them up. Don’t worry about any of it! I’ve realised I still care about you enormously. I feel like getting a bit drunk tonight. Come on — let’s get drunk, my old flame!” he laughed, then corrected himself: “Not old at all! I still picture you as that enchanting girl from secondary school, and now as a blonde you look even better, I swear. I’m looking forward to Wednesday — but we’ve still got the rest of this evening, all day tomorrow and a bit of Sunday.”
“You need to explain what you meant just now,” she looked at him sideways with a flustered glance, but added quickly: “I still picture you too. I never cared for anyone more than you. Ivan doesn’t count — he’s my son.”
“I don’t count Alenka either — she’s my daughter. We both love our children very much and we’d never deny them anything, would we?”
She understood that he probably knew about her and Ivan and that it hadn’t shocked him. That must be why he was hinting it didn’t bother him. She gave him a sideways glance, flirtatious, and nudged him lightly with her elbow: “Better say nothing more now.”
“I’ll save it for Wednesday, or for later,” he laughed, and they quickened their pace.
