Her explanation was like a slap in the face. I felt terribly rejected even though I had no right to be. The dream that I had fantasized about all these weeks was shattered. I found myself wondering if I would ever fully experience those wonderful feelings between my legs that had recently become such a major part of my life. All I could do was cry out my sorrow on Mai's sympathetic shoulder.
Thankfully, Mai did not agree that the situation was totally hopeless. She allowed me to continue my self- indulgent bawling for a few minutes before she shook free of my grasp and gave me a stern look.
'Okay, Lana, I've put up with you feeling sorry for yourself long enough. If you had allowed me to finish talking before you buried yourself behind your tears, you might have realized that I didn't think your quest was totally hopeless. If we both put our minds to it, we just might come up with a solution that might work. That is what we did in your mother's case. Let's not get suicidal about this thing until we have gone over all the possibilities. Okay?' she said, her voice again taking on a comforting tone.
'Oh, Mai, you're so good to me. Yes, let's see if there is something we can do. I don't seem to have any ideas. Do you have any?' I asked, feeling my mood become more positive for the first time in weeks.
'I think that if you were to hit your father right between the eyes with your unusual request, he would be likely to rebel against it, and possibly harbor ill feelings toward you for wanting him, and toward me for suggesting it. What we want to do is make him desire you without him realizing what is happening. In the beginning if he should respond, you probably won't notice any change, and there won't be any sexual overture from him. But if these little sex shows were to continue, it is quite possible that subconsciously he will build up a real compulsion to make love to you. Once this becomes the case, it should be easy to pick a time when he will have his guard down, and be free from the guilt of an incestuous encounter,' Mai suggested, thinking through her idea out loud.
I hugged the blonde-haired beauty tightly, and kissed her lips with gratitude. She had hit on the perfect idea, and, even if it did not work, I could see that it would be fun trying. I had begun to believe that I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist, and to exhibit my sexuality to my father promised to be a real turn-on. I could hardly wait for him to return home so that I might begin the initial steps that just might lead to the living out of my fantasy.
While these thoughts were going through my mind, I realized that my lips were still locked together with Mai's. Her tongue had forced its way into my mouth, I could tell that her passion was building. Once I caught on to what was happening, I allowed myself to follow her erotic lead and meet her tongue with mine. It was only moments before we had our flimsy night clothes stripped from our bodies, and began pleasuring each other for the first time since the night Mother had died.
Mai and I made love for the next couple of hours. A new, bright day was dawning in my life. Not only had I resumed the loving relationship with my father's mistress, but, also, had a very visible plan to use in quest of my number-one fantasy.
Daddy and Lonnie returned later that afternoon. I could hardly wait to begin my subtle seduction. I greeted him at the door in a pair of super-tight, cut-off jeans and a flimsy halter top. He was quite taken aback when I hugged him tightly and covered his face with tiny kisses.
'Wow!' he said, breaking the embrace, obviously slightly embarrassed. 'That is what I call a greeting. What do I deserve this wonderful attention and welcome for?'
'Just because I love you, Daddy. I'm afraid that since Mother died, I haven't had much of a chance to show you. From now on, I'm going to show you as often as I can,' I said.
'With children like you two,' Daddy stated, putting an arm around each of us and walking into the living room, 'I feel like the luckiest man alive. I know that the last few years have been very difficult for you because of your mother's illness, but from now on, I promise you, I'm going to make up for every moment we didn't do the things that a family does together. How about it, gang? Are you with me?'
'We're with you all the way!' Lonnie and I squealed in unison.
The only thing I would have traded that moment for was to finally be in bed with Daddy.
The four of us had a marvelous dinner that night, complete with champagne. Mai told funny stories about some of the interviews she had done with famous people, and Daddy talked about the weird personalities he had dealt with during his years in show business. We all got a little drunk on the wine, and managed to have a terrific time.
It was quite evident to me that my brother had more on his mind than the happy conversation going on around the table. He couldn't keep his eyes off Mai or me. Being with my father all day had definitely put him in a mood to spend the night with a feminine companion. Since Daddy was very loving toward Mai, and probably couldn't wait to get between her legs, I was most likely going to be my brother's sexual target for the evening.
This proved correct when he and I cleared the table and brought the dishes into the kitchen. While my back was to him at the sink, he snuck up behind me and embraced me from behind. I immediately felt his hard cock press against my buttocks as he began kissing the back of my neck.
I had to admit that the prospect of having some kind of sex that night was very much on my mind. The time that Mai and I had spent together earlier seemed like no more than a warm-up for what my body was now demanding. Of course, it was not Lonnie who was my main sexual interest but Daddy. Although that was the case, I had no intention of rejecting my brother. I was realistic enough to understand that I was not going to reach my goal in one night. But, on the other hand, I didn't intend to fall asleep in a state of sexual excitement.
'Let's go to your room and fool around,' Lonnie whispered in my ear.
'Why don't we hang around Mai and Daddy for a while? We can always go upstairs later,' I answered.
'Oh, Lana,' he moaned.
I wanted to moan, too, but I didn't want to spur him on. He was already using one hand on my breasts, while his other hand was seeking out the source of heat between my legs. My nipples were hard and tingly. I could also feel my crotch start to moisten and become more sensitive to his persistent touch. With more control than I thought I possessed, I shook off his hands, giving him a sexy smile. And just so he wouldn't forget that I had plans for him later, I squeezed the obvious cock-bulge that showed through his jeans. Once again, he moaned.
When I returned to the dining room, I knew that I was displaying the signs of my sexual arousal. My skin was flushed and my nipples protruded from the light material of the halter top. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, but I knew that if I returned his gaze, he would probably turn away in embarrassment. Instead, I focused my attention on Mai, and watched as she gave me a knowing wink. Lonnie remained in the kitchen a few minutes longer, apparently waiting for his erection to subside.
The next hour was filled with more conversation and laughter. But the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable I was becoming. I was sitting across from my father, and every once in a while caught him staring at my straining breasts. Noticing this, I decided to give him an even better view of my body. I backed my chair against the wall, and commenced to sit Indian-style. This would allow my pussy mound to be prominently revealed under the tight material of my cut-offs. This position also brought the seam of the heavy denim snuggly between my puffy outer cunt lips. Not only was I giving my father an almost unobstructed view, but every time I made the slightest move, the seam would brush against my swollen clit. If it was not for the fact that I was wearing a pair of absorbent cotton panties, his eyes would have also beheld the sight of a growing stain in my crotch.
'Why don't we all go downstairs, and get comfortable?' Mai suggested.
We all agreed that it was a good idea. But before we left for the den, Mai said that she wanted to change into her night clothes so she could better relax. I took up her lead and said that I, too, was going to change, and would meet everyone downstairs in a few minutes.
I hurried to my room, knowing exactly what I was going to wear. Once I was behind the door to my room, the temptation to relieve myself of my growing excitement by masturbation was overwhelming. But once again, I summoned up all of my self-control and put those delicious moments off till later. Instead, I quickly stripped off my day clothes and put on my white, baby-doll pajamas with matching panties. The material, though very thin, would only reveal my naked flesh if I silhouetted myself in front of a bright light. It was definitely an erotic outfit for mixed company, but it could be innocently seen as proper night clothes for a young girl. The hint was there, but it was not blatant.
When I returned to the den, Daddy and Mai were sitting close together on the couch while Lonnie sat alone in an easy chair. Soft music was coming from the stereo, and the lights had been dimmed. Mai had changed into a long hostess gown that looked thinner than the filmy material of my own baby-dolls. I couldn't help wonder if Daddy was going to catch on to our manipulations.
We sat for a while, listening to the romantic music before Mai got up, pulled my brother to his feet, and began dancing with him. I could see that Lonnie was slightly embarrassed, and because he wanted to avoid a highly
