he's so irresistible! But Daddy's so handsome and sweet. A real man. I don't even want to think about Doug!
Cheryl looked at the clock and saw that it was fifteen till eight.
'Jenny!' she whispered sharply, nudging the brunette. 'Wake up.'
'Huh?' her sister groaned.
'It's almost eight, so Daddy might not even be in his room,' Cheryl said.
'Wait and see what we hear,' Jenny said. 'It's so quiet, I don't think the boys are even back home yet.'
Cheryl lay still with Jenny for a few minutes, all very quiet yet. Then a bump and shuffle came from their father's bedroom. The following noise of running water in the bathroom sink told them that Brad was cleaning up after his sleep. The girls stood up beside the bed.
'See, Cheryl?' Jenny said. 'He's in the john. Why don't you just kind of run in on him by accident or something? I'll scoot out of here while you do. Don't go chicken, now. I want some of that Daddy-pork, too.'
'Oh, Jenny! You and your filthy mouth!' Cheryl exclaimed, but she giggled, too. 'Daddypork! My God!'
'I'll stay in the kitchen a while, in case the boys come back,' Jenny added. 'Happy cunting, Cheryl!'
Naked and alone, Cheryl padded to the bathroom door and listened to her father's toileting noises, determined to go in just as she was. Having him so close attracted her tremendously. She touched the doorknob of the door more than a few times before she felt brave enough to turn it. Keeping her mind on how big her daddy's cock must be helped her find her nerve. The lustful picture drawing her naked body on, at last, the blonde opened the door and walked through it, pretending she believed her sister was in the bathroom.
'Jenny, I'm still mad at you,' she said, acting as though she expected to see the brunette. 'It's those awful things you and Doug did to me…'
Her dad was standing by the sink. She let her voice trail away, thrilled because he was dressed exactly as she was-in nothing. Her guess about his cock's size was right, too. It was bigger than Doug Brill's, even soft.
'Cheryl!' Brad said, surprised.
'Daddy!' Cheryl said, acting just as surprised.
She turned to leave the room at once, but hoped she had primed her father's mind to stop her by her deliberate talk about Jenny and Doug and 'awful things'. She was right in her hope.
'Oh, no! Don't try to run off, Cheryl! You have some explaining to do. What happened to you here since your mother's been away?' Brad asked.
She kept her back to him, acting afraid to show herself to him.
'It's… it's between Jenny and me, Daddy. She, uh… she did some things I didn't understand.'
'Like what?' Brad asked again.
'It… Oh, I just couldn't tell you!' Cheryl said.
Then she guessed that talking to her backside irritated him.
'Look at me when I'm speaking to you!' he snapped, forgetful of his naked condition hi his irritability.
'Oh, Daddy…' Cheryl said weakly.
'Turn around here now! We have to talk!' Brad snapped.
She turned her body's front to him, tipping her breasts up to him and showing him how her hips were broadening out to be more like her beautiful mother's, letting him see her pussy in its cover of close-curled, soft golden down. She tilted her angel's face to her father's, smiling a faint, questioning smile.
She was so gorgeous, completely naked, that the sight of her took Brad's breath away. He forgot for a moment what he was saying. Then he was the one sounding uncertain. And he wasn't faking it, as Cheryl had been. With his brain spinning, he staringly tried to adjust to the peaches-and-cream perfection of his oldest daughter.
'What's wrong, Daddy? Are you sick?' she asked.
'Uh, no, honey. But I did feel funny for a minute,' he said.
He still felt funny. In his cock and balls. His prick didn't harden, but it puffed up enough to see the swelling. His balls rolled under the downhang of his warming shaft, but this wasn't so obvious to the eye.
'Should I go, Daddy?' Cheryl said. 'To get a dress, maybe?'
'No. Listen, sweetheart, you're so damn beautiful it's a crime to cover up anything on you,' Brad said, his eyes devouring her body.
'Mmmmmm… thank you, Daddy,' she murmured, straightening up more proudly. 'You, uh… you're beautiful, too.'
But she was staring only at her father's slowly swelling cock.
'Yes. I mean, no! Now, what are these awful things Jenny did?' Brad asked her.
'I can't. Oh, Daddy, I'd have to tell Momma, not you!' Cheryl said.
'But I'm your father!' Brad protested. 'Oh well, maybe it can wait.'
Her eyes still locked on her father's cock, the blonde knew it was slowly swelling, just the way her pussy did as she looked at the big meat. This growth of the prick made her want to stay with her father, and when he seemed to start putting their discussion off it worried her. She had to catch up.
'Daddy…?' she said.
'Yes, kitten,' he said.
'I, uh. I could show you what Jenny did with Doug easier than I could tell you,' she suggested.
'Well… maybe,' Brad agreed.
Not too sure what he might be shown Brad was curious as to what mischief his younger daughter Jenny could have been into, so he cooperated with Cheryl.
'Show me,' he finally said.
'We have to be in Jenny's room, Daddy,' the naked young blonde said.
'Uh-huh,' Brad said.
Cheryl turned and walked back into her sister's room waggling her perfect young ass in the sexy way that felt natural to her after fucking and sucking so much in the previous four days. Her father's eyes stayed on her swaying butt-cheeks, and she was glad he appreciated something about her ass-parts now that she had stopped playing shy.
At the near side of her sister's bed Cheryl crawled up onto it on her hands and knees, doing an animal stroll so as to make sure her pussy showed perfectly to her father from behind. She saw in the dresser mirror that its blonde muff and pink split shone in the bathroom's light, her pretty cunt looking clean and appetizing. It invited licks and kisses and she wished she could give them to herself-or maybe her daddy would finally do it. So for a few seconds, the beautiful girl posed with her thighs spread and her ass up high, still on her hands and knees and facing openly away from her wide-eyed, automatically adoring father.
Heat just naturally filled Brad's balls at this alluring sight. His big cock came up more than three-fourths solid, dribbling. There was no way he could stop it.
Cheryl rolled onto her back, propped her shoulders up on her elbows with her head raised, staring into her father's eyes, her luscious legs closed.
'Well, Daddy… uh… Jenny was like this, here… except…' she started to say.
'Yes, yes! Go on!' Brad said, forgetting nearly everything but the sight of his daughter's divinely made body. 'Jenny was like that, except for what?'
'Well, her knees were way apart and up high and-Oh, should I really show you, Daddy?' Cheryl asked.
'Yes. Certainly. That's what we came in here for,' Brad said.
She watched his prick flip up to total hardness as she gave him this wide-open view of her pussy, wondering if all the blood in his body was trying to pump out into his tool. Brad thought that might happen. His mouth watered and his dick dripped. That gorgeous blonde gash tempted him to drop to his knees at once and worship it with his lips and tongue. He wanted to kiss that budding little asshole just below the cunt, too.
Cheryl was overjoyed to see her father so excitedly hard-dicked. She hoped he would get so horny hot that he would punch her cherry out before he ever knew she had one. She stared admiringly at the solid prong. Her ready pussy swelled more as she watched the cock's faster jumps and longer drools, her cunt's button pulsing along with the fatly beating head of her father's prod. She wanted it all in her virgin snatch. But she worried a little whether she could take it and not show any pain. She kept on with her demonstration, her mind made up to go all the way.
'Yes! Jenny's boyfriend's boner was sticking out for her just like yours is, Daddy, only not nearly as big. But you aren't right. Doug was on his knees right between her feet and she had her legs hanging off of the side of this
