untouched twat until she begged for more, but now his dreams had turned into an impossible nightmare that was entangling him like a web of chains.
By the time he reached the house, his prick was hard and pushing at his fly.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was getting dark when Dan parked the car in the driveway and sat there waiting for his erection to go down. The lights were on in the living room, and the drapes were pulled. Thinking of Jo in there alone made him uneasy. What if he lost control again? It was certainly possible, the way things were going. After what he had done to Peggy, he felt as though he was a sexual time bomb, ready to explode at a moments notice.
By the time he got out and locked the car, he had made up his mind not to let anything happen that would even remotely suggest of sex that evening, and to keep as far away from his daughter as he could. One carnal mishap was enough, and his conscience wouldn't stand another.
Jo was sitting placidly in a chair when he went in, watching television with her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was barefoot, and the short housecoat barely reached her knees. He nodded to her, went into the kitchen to mix a highball, then headed for his room to change into his robe. As long as he didn't dwell on Jo's mind-blowing body, he stood a good chance of being able to spend the evening in peace.
“Good show?” he asked when he went back to join her.
“Uh huh, but it's almost over. There's a better one coming on next. It's a movie. I can't think of the name of it, but it's super.”
He dropped into his chair and lit a cigarette, propping one ankle on the other knee and leaning back in comfort. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was relax his besieged brain in the serenity of his home.
“Peg almost looked like a little girl tonight, didn't she?” Jo asked when the commercial was on.
She had turned her head in his direction at the same time, and a tight spasm seized her chest. With his leg cocked up the way it was, she could see right into his crotch. In the dim light coming from the screen, she was able to make out his genitals that were nestled between his thighs.
A short stubby projection was laying across his crinkly sack, but because everything was covered with a thick mat of dark curls, all she could see was the smooth oddly shaped tip of the shriveled fingerlike thing. It didn't seem conceivable that it was the same pole that had stood out so fiercely earlier and had pushed his tiny cotton pouch so far away from his body.
Dan wasn't looking at her as he flicked an ash off. “Yeah, she sure did. I hope it comes off all right. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to her.”
The lead-in to the movie flashed on, and Dan found out it was a psychological western that he'd been wanting to see. It was two hours long, so he said, “Jo, why don't you get us some chips and dip? We might get hungry later on.”
“Okay.”
In the kitchen, Jo was becoming increasingly tense and nervous. Her youthful inquisitiveness was working at top speed as she tried to fathom the amazing difference in her father's sex organs between that morning and now. It upset her that she hadn't pressed her mom for more information when she had haltingly tried to explain the sexual process to her last fall, without really telling her anything.
She knew she wasn't imagining things. When her dad had laid down with her, whatever it was sticking up from his pelvis that he had pumped with his fist had been immense. Now, whatever it was, appeared to be no longer than her forefinger, laying limp and docile on his funny looking sack.
I've got to find out! she promised herself. It's driving me buggy!
She carried the bowls back, put up a TV tray to set them on, then sat on the floor at his feet with her legs curled up under her. From that vantage point she might be able to sneak a peek or two into his crotch and try to solve the problem that was troubling her so much. Looking up into his face, she rubbed a hand over his bare hairy calf.
“It's nice to be all alone like this, isn't it, Daddy? We've never had a chance to do this before.”
He smiled at her, noticing that the top buttons of her housecoat were undone and that it was parted just enough to give him a glimpse of the beginning swells of her creamy tits.
“It sure is.” It was then that he realized he was exposing his cock and balls to her unintentionally, and he put his leg down quickly, knocking her hand away as he did so. This wasn't the time to start giving her ideas, or himself either for that matter.
“What's wrong?” she asked, agitated that her carefully laid plan had gone awry. “Did I do something?”
“No, honey. Excuse me. I was getting a cramp.” Lying was a lot better than promoting another incident. He reached over to the tray and scooped up some dip, then popped the chip in his mouth. “It's starting now. Let's watch.”
When Jo turned away and rested on an arm, her housecoat ballooned out over her breast, and Dan found himself looking down at a tantalizingly white globe that he could see all the way to the pink-nippled tip. He nearly strangled on the mouthful he was chewing when his throat tightened convulsively. He was finally able to swallow, but couldn't take his eyes off the gently sloping orb.
With an almost superhuman effort, Dan leaned back and turned his gaze toward the screen, lit a cigarette and sipped on his drink. The lustful thoughts meandering through his mind caused invisible fingers to titillate his organ and balls, and though he tried, it was clearly impossible to dissipate them.
At the first commercial, he got up to pee and mix himself another highball. When he returned to sit down, Jo made room for him, then leaned back against the chair between his legs, nibbling on the snacks from time to time with complete unconcern.
“It's really a good one, isn't it, Daddy?”
“Yeah. If you wait long enough, you can see all the best ones at home.”
He bent forward and rested his elbows on his knees, peering over her shoulder at the deep cleavage between her gorgeous breasts and feeling his tool surge to a gradual hard-on. The allure became too great, and a few minutes later, he stealthily rubbed a hand over the side of her throat and began caressing the smooth skin on her breast bone.
Jo snuggled back and folded her hands in her lap, elated over the attention he was giving her. Though he was a good father, and she loved him dearly, physical contacts were few and far between, and even a light kiss was a rarity. But today they had become very close that way, and it pleased her.
“Gosh, Dad, did you see that!”
“Uh huh.” He hadn't. He was watching his hand as it moved father down toward her magnificent tits, his fingers brushing the starting swells and the beginning of the separating cleft. Her housecoat began parting and falling away from her titties, showing more and more of the satiny globes as his hand glided over their slopes.
His fondling was causing a tingling sensation in her nipples that ran down to her abdomen and crotch. Though delightful, it unnerved her for some inexplicable reason. She began twining her fingers together and chewing on her lower lip, her concentration on the movie wavering.
Dan's prick was fully extended and jumping, and his nerves were as taut as banjo strings. He wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't. Before he could stop himself, he kissed her on the ear to divert her attention, then pushed both hands down her front and cupped her firm fleshy tits in his palms and began kneading them.
“Ooohhh, Jo! You're such a wonderful girl! So soft, and tender, and sweet! I love you, honey!”
The girl was startled, but made no attempt to pull away or remove his squeezing hands. No one had ever handled her tits before, and she was delightfully surprised at how good it felt. The words of caution her mother had given her didn't include anything about how exciting it would be to have her boobies massaged, and though she was a little nervous about it, she had to admit she enjoyed it.
“I love you too, Daddy. A whole bunch.” She tilted her head back to smile at him and bumped into a hard projection that she knew instantly was the stiff extension she had seen before. All at once the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together. Somehow, some way, that little thing with the smooth end had gotten thick and long, and she was the reason behind it.
