charged situation, kept Mai at arm's distance.
'Lana, honey,' Daddy said, taking my attention from the slowly gliding couple, 'do you think you might give your old man this dance?'
'Oh, Daddy, I'll dance with you anytime,' I replied, feeling my skin flush at the heavenly idea.
My father held me quite a bit closer than Lonnie was holding Mai, but other than being wrapped in his arms, our bodies stayed slightly apart. I didn't want to force the issue, so instead, I concentrated on following his smooth lead. He was a very good dancer.
When the song ended, I expected to resume my position on the couch, but Daddy seemed to have other ideas. He must have known what the next song was going to be because he didn't break our loose embrace. The song was 'Daddy's Little Girl'. I had always loved the way Wayne Newton sang it, and now that I was dancing with my father to the highly emotional strains, I couldn't help but push myself closer to my daddy's body.
He did not pull back from my closer presence. The smell of his aftershave filled my nostrils, and his sweet breath played upon my neck. If I would have been able to watch us dance, I knew I would have thought us lovers. I never wanted the song to end.
Not only was I on an emotional high, but I was also getting very turned on. The thin garments that I was wearing almost made me feel naked. My nipples were like knife points trying to cut their way through his chest, and my molten center spewed great amounts of my boiling sex juice. I could tell that the crotch of my thin bikinis was already soaked through.
I was not the only one, it seemed, who was experiencing a reaction from our closeness. Daddy's breathing had definitely become more rapid, and if I turned a certain way, I was almost positive that I could feel his hardened penis poking at my tummy. The temptation to stand on my tiptoes and grind my wanting cunt into that throbbing, paternal member was almost too much to bear.
Too soon, though, I think my father began to realize what was happening because, with an almost undetectable maneuver, the contact between us was broken. I thought my heart was breaking, too. If it wasn't for the fact that I opened my eyes and saw Mai give me the thumbs-up sign, I probably would have had to flee the room, crying uncontrollably. Fortunately, I remembered that Mai had said it might be a long-term plan, a plan that had to use the subtle psychology of understated suggestion, rather than the immediacy of instant gratification. Thankfully, these memories held back my tears of frustration.
The song ended. Daddy, acting very gallant, stepped back and gracefully bowed. I appreciatively smiled, and gave him a very lady-like curtsy in return. When I did my little bow, my eyes went right to his crotch in search of the possibility he was sporting an erection caused by the close contact of his daughter. I wasn't disappointed. Although it already appeared to be fading back to its non-sexual state, it had definitely been hard. I wanted to jump on the couch and scream my thanks to the heavens. But instead, I calmly resumed my position on the corner of the couch.
After a few moments of pleasant daydreaming, Lonnie caught my attention, and with a motion of his hand, expressed his desire that we should leave and let Mai and Daddy enjoy some privacy. I knew what his real intention was, but now that I had implanted the first hint into the sexual segment of my father's mind, I was more than ready to take Lonnie up on his suggestion. Standing up, we excused ourselves for the night. Neither Daddy nor Mai appeared to be overly disappointed that they were going to be left alone. I gave the couple the benefit of my best exit wiggle.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The walk to my room was a turn-on in itself. Lonnie could not seem to keep his hands off me. All the places that had been sexually warmed by the dance with my father were now burning from the touch of my brother. When his hand found my dripping crotch from behind as we climbed the stairs, I had to firmly grip the banister in order not to fall from the thrill that ran through my body. There was no doubt that I was in need of quick relief for my fevered being.
As soon as we entered my room and closed the door, we fell into each other's arms and began passionately kissing. His hands were running up and down my back, and I could feel his jean-covered cock pressing hard against my panty-clad cunt. I wanted very much for both of us to be naked, so I attacked the fasteners and zipper of his clothing. I found that I was fumbling in my agitated state, so instead, I stepped away from him, and pulled my own gown over my head and tossed it blindly into some far corner of my room.
Lonnie was just as rapidly shedding his own clothes. I couldn't help but notice what a fine build my brother had. His love of athletics kept his muscles well-toned. But the best part of him was his mighty, manly prick. Once his pants and jockey shorts were puddled around his ankles, that wonderful pleasure object appeared in all its splendor. It pointed straight at the ceiling, ready for anyplace I wanted to put it.
I peeled the soaking panties from my body, waited for a moment while he stepped from his discarded garments, and rushed back into his arms. Again we held each other tight, and resumed our tongue-fucking kiss. The only movement was the slight friction of our sexual parts against one another's. I wanted desperately to have his beautiful cock stuck deep into my cunt, but I held back, knowing that that special place was earmarked for Daddy's generously sized member.
My brother maneuvered me to the foot of the bed and gave the slightest shove. I toppled back upon the bed, and was quickly covered by Lonnie. Soon, his mouth and tongue began replacing his hands as the primary pleasure-givers. He was licking and sucking, and even gently biting my swollen nipples, while his hands skillfully kneaded the softer tit-flesh. My fevered pussy was also crying out for attention, and since his hands and mouth were quite busy, I took his throbbing prick and rubbed it up and down inside my steamy, slick cunt slit.
Almost immediately, the initial tremors of orgasm began to mount in me. I concentrated his swollen cockhead on the bursting nub of my clit. Right away I was out of control. The pushing, slamming, and sliding motion of his prick against my most sensitive organ was rapidly bringing on the physical onslaught of my climax.
'Oh wow! Oh wow! I'm coming already! Suck my tits! Bite them! Fuck my clit with your beautiful prick! I'm coming!' I screamed.
I don't know if Mai or my father heard my bloodcurdling yell, but at that body-spasming moment, I couldn't care less.
When I recovered my senses, I realized that Lonnie was trying to work his prick between my puffy cunt lips and into my still-convulsing vagina. Still feeling terribly horny, even though I had just orgasmed, I was almost tempted to let him continue until he finally owned my cherry. It was more than with a little bit of sorrow that I had to refuse his entry.
'Oh, Lonnie, please don't do that,' I pleaded, trying to turn my body away and close my legs. 'I want to save it for someone else.'
'Come on, Lana, you know you'll enjoy it. What is the big deal about who goes first? I'll be gentle, I promise,' he said.
'No, Lonnie! That is my final word on the subject. I'll let you fuck me someday. You know I love your big, hard cock. Just have a little patience. Okay?' I replied, not wanting to totally reject him.
He rolled off my body, turned onto his stomach, and began to sulk. I didn't want our sex session to end so quickly and on this kind of negative note.
'Listen to me, Brother dear,' I said, an idea taking shape in my mind, 'remember when Mai and I had to torture you to go along with us in taking care of Mother? Did you like the feeling of having those things put up your asshole?'
My question appeared to have a positive effect on him. He turned on his side, then thought for a second. His cock, which had begun to shrink after my rejection, was once again coming back to life.
'Yes, I remember. What is it to you?' he shot back, still in the throes of his little-boy tantrum.
'I don't know,' I answered, 'it's just that I really enjoyed watching it happen.'
'It hurt in the beginning,' he said, 'but after they were in for a while, I kind of liked the way they felt. As a matter of fact, if I didn't have that damn cock-ring on, I probably would have come as soon as I began feeling comfortable with it inside of me. What does that have to do with what is happening or, to be more precise, what is not happening?'
