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Sam
sat in an armchair in the living room. It was almost time to drive to the
manor house, Satyr’s House. The name of the place intrigued Sam; he would
have to ask his lordship about its origin.
Sam was a little preoccupied. Hired by recruiters, this
would be the first time he’d meet his new employer.
He closed his eyes and imagined what might happen this afternoon.
The
opening of a door interrupted Sam’s meditation. Tabitha strode into the room
wearing a pair of light pink Capri pants and a little white tee shirt. She
perched on the arm of Sam’s chair, circled his neck with her arms and kissed
her father on the forehead. “I’m ready, Daddy,” she told him with a happy
voice, “for anything!” she added, winking.
Sam
smiled at his daughter and asked, “Are the others ready?”
“Tar’s
is still getting dressed but I think Mom and Toby will be coming in a
minute.” As if on cue, Toby walked into the room trailed by Caroline. Sam
noted that his wife seemed to be oddly attentive to their son that afternoon.
Caroline
was wearing a silk shirtwaist dress that buttoned all the way to the hem. It
hugged her form and the sight of Caroline in it made Sam’s cock twitch.
Caroline
noticed Sam’s smile and smiled back at him, “Well we’re all here, except
one,” she declared looking around the room at her husband and two children.
“Tabi,”
Sam asked, “Go tell your sister to hurry up.”
“Sure
Daddy.” Tabitha released her hold on Sam and slid off the chair.
“Good
girl!” Sam grinned and patted his daughter’s ass as she turned to leave the
room. Tabitha beamed at this attention. She strolled from the room, affording
Sam the opportunity to see just how well the Capri pants hugged her tight
little 13-year-old ass.
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Tara
hadn’t
finished dressing yet. Her black summer dress lay beside her on the bed along
with her bra. Dressed in only her lemon yellow panties and her glasses, she
was engrossed in a book.
She
had begun reading the book hours earlier. She found it impossible to sleep
because of Her thoughts and the yearning in her pussy. Instead of playing
with herself to relieve her desire,
Tara
had searched for a book to keep her mind off the noises from her parents’ bed
and from her disturbing thoughts and fantasies of her father.
Tara
could not remember buying the book, a
study of Roman Britain, but there it had been sitting on top of the book box
she had brought with her.
Tara
just assumed she must have bought it at a garage sale and forgotten about it
or something.
The
book fascinated
Tara
.
She had read about half way through already and it was a thick volume. She
had been reading the book earlier that morning when Tabitha had burst into
the room, looking very flushed, and ordered her to get up. Except for a break
when Tara had showered, eaten and removed the night’s sodden panties,
Tara
had not stopped reading.
Tara
was just beginning a chapter
concerning Roman Temples when the door to her room again burst open.
Tara
gave a startled shriek at the noise.
“Dad says hurry up!” Tabitha exclaimed, breathing hard after running up the
stairs.
Tara
sat up on the bed and modestly held
the book to her chest to hide her tits. She frowned at her sister. “God Tabi,
don’t you ever knock?”
“Nah!”
replied Tabitha “where’s the fun in that?” she
paused,”
Aren’t
you dressed yet?
C’mon sis.
If you don’t put that book down and get dressed
Dad’ll
have to take you to the mansion in just
those panties!” She paused, “
Ya
know, he might like that!”
Tara
colored and, thinking of the previous
night, the tingle reappeared. “I’ll be down as soon as I can Tabi,” she
sighed.
“You’ve
got five minutes or I’ll send Dad up to get you. I’ll tell him to just walk
in!”
“He
wouldn’t do that Tabi,”
Tara
said uncertainly.
“Oh?”
the younger Sweetman girl replied. “I think you’d be surprised at just what
Dad would do.” She smiled to herself.
“OK!
OK!”
Tara
said in a harried voice, “I’ll get dressed”
Tabitha
smiled and bounced out of the room.
Tara
carefully placed the book face down on
the bed. As she Looked down at herself, she watched her nipples began to
stiffen. Blushing, she sighed and reached for her lemon yellow bra. She was
about to slip it on when a mischievous smile flickered across her face.
Tara
opened her underwear drawer and placed
the bra back inside. She closed the drawer and picked up the dress.
Tara
quickly pulled the summer dress over
her head and slipped into a pair of flat sandals. She smiled at her
reflection, pleased with the way the cut of the garment complimented her
breasts.
Tara
gave her hair a final brush, pulled it back into a ponytail and hurried from
the room.
Tara
was half way down the stairs when she
realized that going braless was mistake. The rest of her family was waiting
by the front door and all eyes turned to look at her as she raced towards
them. The dress did not support or contain her tits at all. They bounced
heavily as she ran.
Tara
stopped dead on the bottom step and was mortified as her nipples pressed
brazenly against the thin fabric of her dress. She tried to regain her composure
as she slowly walked over to her father. Her dress still clung to her pert
boobs.
Sam
glanced at his watch. “Well, let’s get going!” His eyes briefly took in
Tara
’s chest. “Nice dress by the way,
Tara
!”
Tara
developed goose bumps. Her breasts
felt heavier than usual and her nipples even seemed stiffer.
Sam
opened the door. He took out his car keys and unlocked the doors. “Out you
go,” he said to his family,
Toby
led the way to the car. Caroline and Tabitha followed him closely
As
Tara
started
through the door, Sam gently took hold of her arm. “Don’t you need a coat
Tara
?” he asked, his eyes never leaving his
daughter’s boobs. “It might rain.”
Tara
swallowed hard. “No, I’m OK, Daddy.”
She felt hot and her mouth was dry.
Sam
smiled, “OK!” He released his daughters arm, then reached around
Tara
’s waist and hugged her to him. Sam
held the hug for a moment and, when he slid his arm from her waist, his hand
strayed onto
Tara
’s
ass cheek.
Tara
made a little “Huh?” sound as her father’s finger tips pressed into the warm
skin that was covered by the thin dress.
As
rapidly as he had touched her, Sam removed his hand from His daughter’s ass.
It had happened so quickly, in fact, that
Tara
almost believed that she had imagined
her father’s touch.
Almost.
The 15 year old looked at her father’s face to see if it gave anything away.
It did not.
Tara
headed to the car when She heard her
father locking the front door. She knew he had turned and was following her.
Tara
sensed Sam’s eyes on her, but she told
herself she was just imagining it. One thing was certain – she would need to
change her panties again when she got home.
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