The Family Portrait
by Claude McKay
It had only been what most people would call a moment, but Karla and her father Marcus would swear that it had been decades since she asked him what they should do about the situation they had found themselves in. The silence was like a massive weight and neither could seem to hold up their end.
As they sat a foot apart on the edge of Marcus and his wife's king-size bed sheepishly avoiding eye contact, the time ticked by at a glacial pace. Karla finally gathered up the courage to look at her father, and he replied by moving in closer to her. She could see the tears begin to well in his eyes, and finally he made direct eye contact. They embraced, and he quietly sobbed in her arms.
Karla's heart was being pulled in a million different directions at once. How had it come to this? She never thought her relationship with her father would change, not in this way. As Marcus wept in her arms, Karla thought back on the past weekend to retrace her steps, just like she had been doing over and over again since she returned from college…
Two days earlier…
Instead of balloons and banners, Karla returned from college to a mess.
It had been almost a year since she had been home, and her parents, Marcus and her mother Tanya, were in the midst of a remodeling project on the lower level of their two-story home. Her room, which was being turned into her mother's home office, was completely off-limits, as was her brother's old bedroom and most of the living room.
As if that wasn't bad enough, she was greeted with a piercing, high-pitched noise. Marcus and Tanya had invested in a home security system, and the contractors had damaged some of the wiring during their work, causing the alarm system to take on a mind of its own. Marcus came down the stairs wearing a beaming smile as he saw his daughter.
"Hey baby girl," Marcus said as he hugged her. He typed in the code on the keypad to silence the alarm.
"Hi Daddy, what's going on with this alarm?"
"It's a long story sweetie, let's go ahead and unpack your car and I'll tell you all about it."
"Okay, where's Mom?"
"Working again, she's been going non-stop since she got her license."
Marcus and Karla began to unload her car, and while Karla pretended to be okay with it, she really had hoped her mother would at least be home to welcome her home after graduating from Hampton. Ever since her mother received her real estate license, she had been going non-stop, and from the sounds of it, not spending much time with her father. As she found out later that night though, the time they did have together was well-spent.
Karla wound up in the guest room upstairs across from her parents' room, with all of the other bedrooms being inaccessible. Her mother finally arrived home after missing dinner, and she immediately came in to see her daughter.
"Hey girl!" Tanya exclaimed, as Karla sat up in bed to greet her mother.
"Hey Mom, you're just now getting home?"
"Yes, unfortunately. If you think school is a lot of paperwork, try being a realtor. I wouldn't trade it for anything though."
"I know you wouldn't."
"Have you started looking for a job yet?"
"No, I will start checking the want ads in the morning."
"Good girl, there's no rush though, I was just asking. We're really proud of you, I know you know that, but after graduating I think you deserve at least a couple of weeks to just relax."
Tanya hugged her daughter and went to join her husband in their bedroom. Karla was startled by the familiar thunderous slamming of the door. She knew what it was, but she had never lived so close to it.
Ever since she could remember, her parents were slamming their bedroom door shut so that the door knob would catch. If the door was not slammed, it would swing open silently without notice.
Karla got comfortable in bed and set the sleep timer on her television. She drifted off to sleep, before being awakened by something she had never heard before.
"Oooooh fuck me Marcus…ooooh just like that baby, make me cum baby…"
She was shocked to hear her mother screaming out in ecstasy.
"Oh my God! Make me cum baby, make me cummmmm!"
Marcus wasn't saying anything, only replying with deep, sensuous grunts, and Karla could hear the rhythmic tapping of the headboard against their bedroom wall. What surprised Karla most of all though, is that her pussy was soaking wet.
It had been months since she had sex, and she didn't want to guilt herself out of some long overdue pleasure. So without thinking about it, she slipped her hand into her panties and began to swirl the tip of her middle finger around her clit while she darted her index finger in and out of her moist pussy.
In the midst of sexual pleasure, Karla didn't question her fantasies. She didn't mind that she was listening to her parents have sex. She didn't mind that she wished she was in her mother's place right now. She didn't even mind that she was picturing her father on top of her, thrusting his dark, mahogany-colored dick inside her.
And just as this secret, taboo fantasy was about to bring her to the most intense orgasm in her recent memory, the ultimate mood spoiler started chirping. That damn security alarm stopped her in the middle of her pleasure. By this time, she had stripped off her panties and tank top and was completely nude, completely wet, and completely horny. She wanted nothing more than to finish what she had started, and for Marcus and Tanya to keep going, to keep fueling her naughty fantasy.
With this in mind, she hopped out of bed and went down the stairs, hoping that she could stop the alarm from going off. The plan was water-tight in her mind. She would quietly bolt downstairs and turn off the alarm before either of her parents could get out of bed. They would assume it had gone off on its own, and they would continue their fuck-fest, allowing her to go back upstairs and finish her own session.
She was all the way down the stairs, naked, with her body slightly moist with sweat, her chocolate nipples rock hard and her body still smelling of her natural musk. She opened the panel of the security keypad and started to motion towards the numbers before stopping cold. That's when the one fatal flaw to her perfect plan finally occurred to her: she didn't know the security code.
Suddenly, the light in the foyer came on, causing Karla's heart to sink into her stomach. Marcus got to the bottom of the stairs and froze in place as he and his daughter exchanged mortified facial expressions. He allowed his eyes to glance down her daughter's nude body, taking inventory of this exquisite sight he had never seen.
His daughter stood 5'4", and weighed about 135 pounds from the looks of it, with all the weight in the right places. Her breasts were perfectly round like cantaloupes, with dark, full nipples that were hard enough to chisel an ice sculpture. She had a somewhat flat belly, which led into a neatly trimmed crop of jet black pubic hair, and a pair of the fullest, fattest pussy lips he had ever seen.
The thought "damn, she's wet" raced through his head like a message on an electronic marquee. He felt like he had been staring at her for days, so he walked to the keypad and deactivated the alarm. She stood completely still, even as he came within inches of her naked body, and the smell of her fragrant pussy made the hairs on the back of his neck perk up.
In the same marathon moment, Karla sized up her father. He was wearing a white undershirt and nothing else. His dark brown dick was still rock hard and still wet from her mother's juices. His dick looked to be about eight or nine inches long, with an average thickness. It had a slight upward curve and a brick red mushroom head, which surprised her, because she would have expected it to be all the same color.
He didn't have the physique of a fitness magazine model, but there was something attractive about his body all the same. He had the same broad shoulders that she used to sit on when they went to the amusement park. The same big hands he used to tickle her when she was good and spank her when she was bad. She had lived an entire lifetime on his body, and the familiarity was strangely erotic.
As Marcus entered the security code, Karla looked down at her mocha-colored thigh, and her father's hard dick, which couldn't have been more than 2 inches away. "Just one stumble, one wrong move and it would be touching me," she thought. She finally gathered the courage to look at him again when the chirping stopped.
"I guess we should head back up," Marcus said.
Karla nodded in reply.
"After you," Marcus said, motioning his daughter up the stairs. He would have done the same even if his daughter had not been naked, but the fact that he would get to watch her plump booty bounce as she walked up the stairs created that much more of an incentive for being chivalrous.
Karla climbed the stairs, completely aware of where her father's eyes were fixated, and she liked it. She could remember going to the mall with her father when she was in her early teens, and how his eyes would caress the bodies of the young girls that walked past him. She used to wonder how it would feel to have a man look at her that way. And now she finally understood, she didn't really want to know how it felt to be lusted after by any man. She wanted to be lusted after by her father.
As they arrived at their respective bedrooms, Karla and Marcus exchanged a last seductive glance. Karla shut her door, and Marcus slammed his. Moments later, both were back to the task at hand. Karla was now lying on her stomach feverishly riding her fingers. She imagined her father was watching her thrash around with her ass in the air. She listened to Marcus fuck her mother, and she smiled because she knew his secret. From the sound of it, he was pumping her pussy much harder than before. The headboard that was politely knocking before was now pummeling the wall like a jackhammer. He was talking now too.
"Yeah baby…give that wet pussy to Daddy…oooh work that wet pussy on Daddy's dick…oooooh shit work it baby…"
In Marcus's mind, he was fucking Karla, and she knew it. As she listened to her parents cumming, she too exploded with the most mind-bending orgasm she'd had in years. She was too exhausted to think about everything that had just happened. She just pulled the comforter over her sweaty body and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Karla woke up and went downstairs to get the Sunday paper, to find that Marcus had already started taking it apart. Tanya was already up tending to her garden, leaving her husband and daughter to wallow in awkwardness together.
"Good morning honey," Marcus said, his voice slightly cracking.
"Hi…I just came to grab the paper," Karla said.
"Oh. Well go for it. I'm reading the World section now and I'm going to start on Sports in just a minute, but anything else is up for grabs."
"I just need the Help Wanted ads."
"They're all yours," Marcus said, handing her the section.
"Thanks, I'm going to head upstairs and highlight whatever looks good."
As Karla turned to head upstairs, Marcus realized how much he wanted her. He wanted her to stay there in the kitchen just talking to him. He just wanted to be near her.
"I have the Lifestyle section. I know you like that one."
Karla smiled knowingly. "I might be back down to get it later."
She tried to concentrate on finding a job, but Karla couldn't get the previous night out of her mind. She had never thought about her father in a sexual way, but suddenly she couldn't think of anything else. Her mind drifted into a fantasy world as she pictured his big, warm dick between her lips, and him moaning, telling her what a good girl she was and how much he loved her. She wound up spending the entire day in her bedroom, and she only came down when it was time for dinner.
The family sat down to dinner, and Tanya was forced to initiate the small talk, since her husband and daughter were too busy gazing at one another.
"Did you see anything you might want to apply for?" Tanya asked.
"Not really, there is a job fair tomorrow though, I'm going to go in the morning to try to beat the rush."
"Oh, that's a good idea. Do you have copies of your resume?"
"Yeah, I have plenty of those, all I need to do is press my clothes and get a good night's sleep."
"Well good luck, I know you'll find something."
After dinner, Karla helped her mother clear the table and wash the dishes. Then she went up to bed as her parents watched television in the part of the living room that wasn't covered by plastic sheets.
"Goodnight," she said to her parents.
"Going to bed so early?" her mother replied.
"Yeah, I want to get a good night's rest before the job fair."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about it just that fast," Tanya laughed. "Well best of luck honey, goodnight."
Marcus didn't say a word, but instead looked at his daughter with the most intense look she had ever seen on his face. It was a look of longing. He wanted to follow her.
Karla went to her room and prepared for the day ahead of her. She wanted to go to sleep but she couldn't. Her mind was too busy racing, wondering if anything would ever happen with her father.
An hour or so passed and she heard her parents come up the stairs to their bedroom. She braced herself, but the thunder never came. The booming door slam she was expecting was instead was replaced with a delicate click of the door knob.
She was confused for a minute, but then the reason why occurred to her. They knew she had to be up in the morning and didn't want to wake her up.
They were even relatively quiet while they had sex that night. They tried to be anyway. Marcus tried to thrust firmly but gently so as not to bang the headboard against the wall, and Tanya covered her face with a pillow to muffle her screams of passion.
And yet, for some reason, Karla could still hear them. And tonight, she wanted to get closer. She climbed out of bed and crept as silently as she could to her bedroom door. Her hands moist with nervous sweat, she wrapped her hand around her door knob and slowly turned it, getting more anxious as she heard the knob quietly clicking as she turned.
Finally, she was holding the door knob at the point at which she could turn it no more, and she slowly pulled it open. That's when she found the most pleasant surprise of all. The reason she could still hear them so well was because their door had come open. It stood halfway open, and she could see inside her parents' bedroom. She couldn't see anything good, not at that angle, but she crept up to the entry way for a better look.
Marcus was on top of Tanya, wearing his trademark white undershirt and nothing else. She was on her stomach, face down screaming dirty talk into her pillow, while Marcus straddled her and quickly bucked his hips up and down. Tanya's legs were trembling. She was cumming right at that moment.
Karla stood at the door, her pussy so wet it was dripping onto her thighs. She wanted so badly to pull her father off of her mother and suck his dick while it was still wet with her cum. She plunged her fingers into her hot cunt and rubbed her breasts with her free hand. Exploring her body felt so good that she was often tempted to close her eyes, but she couldn't, she had to keep watching.
Her eyes were almost strictly transfixed on her parents' naked, writhing bodies, but she was also looking at the framed family portrait that hung over their bed. The moonlight bouncing off the glass allowed her to see his face, and that's what was really turning her on, seeing her father's face when he was experiencing pleasure.
As her eyes darted from her parents to the portrait, she noticed something that startled her. Her father was looking at her. He could see her reflection in the picture just as she could see his. Marcus turned around and faced his daughter as he continued to fuck his wife to her second orgasm. The two were now making eye contact, and Marcus really began to put on a show for his daughter, fucking his wife as hard as he could.
Marcus's head began to jerk, and for a moment, Karla thought that he was cumming. But from the look on his face, and the way in which his head was moving, she finally figured out that he was motioning for her to come closer.
Nervously, Karla tip-toed into her parents' room until she was standing next to their bed. Tanya was still screaming with her face in the pillow, and was completely unaware of what was going on mere inches away from her.
As he fucked his wife, Marcus looked into his daughter's eyes and made a sucking motion with his mouth. Karla knew what he wanted. She inched closer to her father until her left nipple was in his mouth. As he gently sucked her nipple, the pleasure was so intense it practically caused her knees to buckle.
Marcus didn't want to stop, but he suddenly realized how risky the situation had become. If Tanya stopped to look up, there was no telling what she would be capable of. He let Karla's nipple free from his lips and motioned for her to leave.
Karla's heart sunk, but she understood, and was partly relieved that he had stepped up as the voice of reason. But she wanted him to know that they weren't finished. She looked deep into his eyes and kissed him long and lovingly, letting her tongue dance with his. Then, just as silently as she had come in, she slipped back out.
Once back in her bedroom, Karla still couldn't believe what had just happened, and she lied there, soaking wet, hoping that Marcus would creep into her room and finish what they had started. The anticipation was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was the feeling of being a kid on Christmas Eve multiplied exponentially. She watched the door knob, hoping it would turn, and she watched and watched, until finally she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Karla startled herself awake. She knew she had overslept, and her fear was confirmed by the clock that read 10:32 a.m. She got out of bed, put on her robe and went downstairs to find her father staring out the window. She had to force the words out of her mouth.
"Good morning Daddy."
He turned and weakly smiled at her, and she was devastated, thinking that now, perhaps he felt guilty.
"Why aren't you at work?"
"I've been on the phone with a guy from the contractor's office all morning. All their guys are on strike as of this morning. Now it's looking like there's no telling how long the house is going to look like this. I'm just a little frustrated, it's not you."
Karla felt a rush of relief.
"That's too bad."
"Yeah. I just called into work today. I know I'm going to be in a bad mood and I don't want to carry that attitude to work with me."
Karla could see that her father was frustrated, and she wanted to lighten the mood.
"Well you have to admit there are some advantages to the house being like this."
Marcus looked baffled.
"And those would be?"
"Well for one I get to stay in the guest room."
Marcus made an odd face. He knew exactly what she meant, but he thought the sexual tension between them would be something they knew about, but never acknowledged in the daylight.
"I would have to agree with you that is an advantage."
They just stared at one another, each hoping the other would have to guts to escalate the situation to the next level. Marcus had to break the silence, it was killing him.
"So…are you still going to the job fair?"
"I want you Daddy."
Karla didn't want to say it again, she was too ashamed. But she knew that he heard her, so she let the silence force his tongue to untie itself.
"Baby…I know that some things have happened, but I'm not sure we can do this. I'm having some really intense feelings, and I know you are too, but…I don't know. I just feel like it's not too late for us to turn back."