about you,' I said. 'But the one thing you must understand and deal with is the fact that I want Daddy to be the first man to fuck my pussy.'
'You what?' he asked, the tone of his voice registering his disbelief.
'Oh, please, Lonnie, I have had this fantasy for so long. Won't you let me go after my impossible dream. Try to understand. I love you, but I need Daddy to do this. Please?' I begged, wanting his approval more than anything.
Lonnie rolled away from me in a sulk. He turned his back and refused to acknowledge my pleadings. It seems that once you have found the things you really wanted in life, there was a string attached that brought down sorrow upon the glow of triumph. Life was truly unfair.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After I had told Lonnie who I picked to relieve me of my virginity, he pouted for a few minutes, then got off the bed and silently left my room. I was just not able to find the words that would have made him understand. We had engaged in the best sex of our young lives, and now it was forgotten in lieu of my revelation about Daddy. Fortunately, the frenzied sex had tired me to the point where sleep, at least, temporarily took my mind off my new problem.
But the next morning found the situation with Lonnie unsolved. I tried not to dwell on it, and instead, concentrated on ways to continue my plan for seducing my father. I believed that once my cherry was a condition of the past, I could bring my brother back into the fold, and we could live out our lives in the bliss we had envisioned in my bed the night before.
So, even though the problem with Lonnie remained unsolved, I had a good feeling about what this day might bring. We planned to stay home and relax in the large backyard behind out house. The weather cooperated, giving us the warmest day of the year. This meant that everyone could get away with wearing light clothes. Yes, I thought, it was going to be a good day to continue my seductive assault on Daddy's sexual senses.
I put on my discarded baby-dolls from the night before to walk to the bathroom for my morning shower. Just in case my father was already up, he would catch an eyeful of my young body that might jolt him back to the memories of the preceding night. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to be awake.
After I finished my shower, I decided to wrap myself in a towel for the trip back to my room. I heard someone stirring, and tried to hurry, not wanting to inconvenience anyone by hogging the bathroom, and forcing them to use the one downstairs. As I turned the corner in the hallway, I saw my father quietly closing his bedroom door, obviously not wanting to disturb a still-sleeping Mai. All he was wearing was a pair of thin cotton pajamas.
I loosened the towel a little, ran up to him, and gave him an early-morning hug. He held me for a moment, and gave me a fatherly kiss on the forehead. We exchanged the greetings of the morning, and both mentioned how much we had enjoyed the night before. As we were disengaging ourselves from each other, I gave a slight shrug, and allowed the towel to open and fall to the floor. I quickly turned my back to him, feigning embarrassment, then bent over to retrieve the covering. I could tell he was uncomfortable with my nakedness, but I could tell that he couldn't take his eyes off me. And when I was bent over, I could feel his gaze fall on my exposed crotch. I muttered something about being clumsy, and ran toward my room without recovering myself, leaving Daddy standing with his mouth agape. It was definitely starting off to be a terrific day, I thought.
Once back in my room, I was tempted to celebrate my early-morning triumph by masturbating my already- aroused flesh, but I thought better of it, not wanting to wear myself out so early in the day. While dressing, though, I noticed that I had left my nightclothes balled up on the floor of the bathroom. It would be a good excuse to return and, this time, spy on my father's nakedness.
As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the shower running. The door was unlocked, and when I quietly entered, I was totally unprepared for the sight I beheld. There were glass doors in the shower, and if they weren't fogged with steam, you were able to see inside. Since Daddy was not in the habit of taking a really hot shower, the windows were still clear, affording me an unobstructed view.
Because of the noise the cascading water caused, he didn't hear me enter. And even if the water had not been running, he probably still would not have noticed that he was not alone. It seemed that he'd found the discarded panties from my baby-dolls, had taken them into the shower and was rubbing them on his face. His other hand was frantically jacking-off his monstrous erection. It almost looked like he was sniffing and licking the crotch of my underwear.
I was stunned by what I was seeing. My feet were frozen to the floor, and the only movement I made was the fast one of my hand seeking out the sensitive and now-heated place between my legs. The temptation to strip off my clothes and join him in the shower was overwhelming, but, fortunately, my feet stayed rooted as I remained mesmerized by the activity in front of me. The thought that I should leave flashed through my mind, but, again, I stood where I was, silently watching.
Just then, my father's body trembled, and he fell sideways against the far shower wall. I knew that he had just come and even though I didn't see the thick cream shoot from his beautiful cock, I imagined it spurting deep inside my vaginal canal. My panties were still covering his face, and I decided to leave before he noticed me. I picked up the top part of my baby-dolls, and silently closed the bathroom door behind me. With my legs feeling like rubber, I stumbled back to my room.
I was glad that I had retrieved my garment. When he stepped out of the shower, he would realize that I had returned to get it. He would immediately suspect that I had seen what he was doing. My plan of seduction was working better than I could have ever hoped for. He had seen me nude, and he would probably assume that I had seen his activity in the shower.
Unlike the first time when I had returned after he saw me nude and refused to masturbate, I knew that I was going to be unable to refrain this time. My fresh underwear was already soaked through, and I was more turned on than I could ever remember being before.
I stripped off my jeans and reclined on the bed. I kept my panties on. I figured that I might leave them someplace Daddy might find them, and repeat his actions of the morning. It could only help instill the sexual hint deeper into his mind.
I twisted the thin material of the panty crotch into a tight band, and fed it between my puffy cunt lips. The feel of the material on my clit was almost enough to send me into the tremors of orgasm immediately. Then came a faint knocking at the door.
Before I could acknowledge that I was unable, at that moment, to answer, the door flew open, and my father, once again clad in his pajama bottoms, filled the frame. He had the baby-doll panties in his hand, and was obviously going to give them back to me. There was absolutely nothing I could do except cease whipsawing the sodden underwear crotch back and forth across my pussy-flesh. It was evident that he knew what I was doing because his eyes remained fixed on that area between my legs. He appeared speechless and on the verge of shock. I didn't say a word as I, too, was almost in a state of shock. Anyway, what can you say when your father catches you masturbating, knowing there is a very real possibility that you had just seen him do the same thing?
Although the awkward moment seemed to last for hours, I knew that it was really only a few seconds. My Daddy finally ended it by calmly dropping the garment on the floor, and leaving my room. But before he had gone, I saw that his cock was again growing, tenting the thin material of his pajamas. All I could do was resume what I had been doing before the interruption. My climax was great.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The breakfast-table conversation that Sunday morning was unusually non-existent. I could see that Lonnie was still upset with me, and my father appeared to be in deep thought. Mai tried to get things going, but saw that it was useless and concentrated, instead, on eating. I could tell she suspected that something had happened, but not in her wildest dreams could she accurately guess what it was. I searched my father's face to see if there was any reaction on his part, but other than not returning my gaze, he made it appear that nothing was wrong. I was
