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SANDI'S STORY (ped)
R. Hawk
My mother died when I was eight from a car accident with a drunk
driver five years ago. My Dad was left to raise me on his own and
against his beliefs I think he did a good job trying to fill the role
of both mother and father.
It wasn't easy for him to raise his baby girl into a young woman,
but he had managed even through the "period crisis" with very little
help from anyone else. But I didn't like the fact that he refused to
go out and date other women claiming his devotion to my mother.
Even though he didn't know I knew that his collection of
penthouse and playboy and other magazines grew over the years with the
absence of a woman in his life. Occasionally I had flipped through
them, reading the stories, interviews and of course looking at the
pictures. I hadn't had a mother to undress around so it was rare that
I saw an older woman naked. But I didn't really understand what my
father saw in the pictures until grade seven's sex ed class.
After that I started looking at my father differently he wasn't
just my father anymore I saw him as a sexually functional male.
I began noticing that at least once a week he locked himself in
either his room or bathroom for extended periods of time. I began
getting curious at what he was doing, what it felt like to have an
orgasm.
I was shy at school and as such didn't have very many friends
certainly not boyfriends so instead of going straight off into
intercourse. When I showered that weekend I made it a little longer
to rub my vagina, and clitoris until I experienced it. My very first
orgasm. When I had reached the point of climax I had let out a little
scream of pleasure by my father was pounding on the door asking if I
was all right.
I told him I was fine and I could tell by the sound of his voice
that he was reluctant to leave. After he had left I turned the water
back on washed myself off quickly. I stepped out and started drying
myself off. I remember having a sudden urge to see myself in the
mirror. I used my towel and wiped the stream off of the mirror.
My breasts weren't as big as the women in the magazines were,
and my frame wasn't very big and the few sparse hairs of pubic hair I
had were filling out a little more. I wasn't a woman but, I was
getting there.
After about a month of my secretive masturbation I figured that
Dad should have a woman to make love with thinking that if
masturbation felt as good as it did making love must be even better.
I started looking for a woman for him.
It took me two weeks before I finally found one that I liked
enough and I was sure Dad would too because she had a small frame big
tits, and a nice ass.
I invited her to dinner one night, she came willingly and I let
her and Dad spend the night alone by saying at the last minute I had
to go to a friends house.
Dad gave me a look I'd never seen before, but it wasn't
gratefulness. But I left the house smiling thinking that they'd get
along great together.
When I returned home three hours later Dad was waiting for me in
the living room, alone.
"Sandi, what was that about tonight?"
"What?" I asked innocently.
"With Ms. Rockwell, why did you invite her to dinner and then
leave?"
"I thought you two might want to be alone...."
"I figured that much out but why did you do it?"
"I just figured it wouldn't hurt if you started seeing people
again!"
"Sandi I've told you before, I am not going out with anyone, your
mother was the only woman for me."
"Dad, Mom's dead, you've got to get on with your life wouldn't
she want you happy and with someone rather than with..." I trailed
off.
"With what?" he demanded.
"With those magazines! You have so much to offer a woman Dad,
why can't...."
"What magazines?"
"Those ones that you think you've got hidden, the ones with the
pictures of the naked women."
"Sandi, your not to be looking at those."
"I have for years Dad, and I don't like the idea of you
masturbating over them rather than being with a real woman." Strange
words considering I had been doing exactly what he had; masturbaing
over the pictures. "Why don't you find one and make love to her like
you should be doing rather than gazing over pictures."
"Sandi, you don't know what your talking about!"
"Yes I do!" I shouted at him angrily. "You need a woman, to
hold, to carress, to make love to, to enjoy the days and evenings
with.
"Sandi...."
"Dad, I hate seeing you lonely like this, I find you a smart,
sexy woman and you can't even keep her attention for two hours."
"Sandi, your the only woman that I want in my life right now."
"Dad, I want you to have the kind of love you had with Mom. I
want you to be happy, and you can't have that kind of happiness with a
magazine."
"Sandi, come on...don't act like this I don't want to be married
again, there is no one that will ever make me feel like I did with
your mother."
"So you won't even try, Dad, nobody is telling you to marry
anyone anyway. All I'm saying is start dating, maybe get a
girlfriend."
"Sandi...I'm not going to...."
"Just ask someone out, go out on a few dates, for me! But above
all I want you to enjoy yourself rather coming right home after work
and moping around here!"
"Sandi...."
"Please!" I begged.
"All right...all right. I'll go on a few dates ok, but after I
have you can't try setting me up like you did tonight or bothering me
about going out again."
"I can't promise that besides did you mind my choice in women
that much. I thought you'd enjoy the size of her breasts."
"Sandi I like women for more things than their bra size."
"But Margaret wasn't wearing one."
"I kind of noticed that Sandi, but that's not the point...."
"Then what is?"
"I like women for who they are not what they are! I love you and
I always will no matter what size your...."
"Breasts are." I finshed.
"Yes!"
"But I'm not your lover though." Even as I said it I was getting
more and more curious about love making; love making with my father.
As he was talking thoughts of his warm fingers and hands on my breasts
or his chest pressed against mine or his fingers touching me where I
touched myself in the shower, and then just as I was imagining what
lay forbidden in his pants he pulled me down onto his lap surprising
me smiling.
"You haven't heard a word I've said Sandi!" he told me but I
was too busy wondering if he could feel the heat radiating from inside
me.
Intenionally but unnoticed by him I ground myself against his
thighs as I hugged him and told him I was sorry. I could feel him
stirring beneath me before he pushed me off of him telling me. "Go
brush your teeth!"
"I think I'm going to have a shower too before I go to bed. I
got pretty dirty over at Melanie's."
"Your taking a fair number of showers lately, is there anything
that I should be worried about?"
"No, I just like feeling clean, is that all right with you," I
asked smiling.
"Of course it is but its just a change from...."
"Your right, I do need a change. I'm going to have a bath
instead!" He chuckled and I went upstairs and ran the bath while I
was undressing I thought I heard something from the corner behind the
toilet but after a second it was gone.
The idea of making love to my father was such a turn on I sighed
when I actually slid into the water. I put my feet up on the edge of
the tub and began caressing myself. The whole time I imagined that it
was him doing it pressing his fingers into my steamy cunt. Pretending
it was him I finger fucked myself until I final came.
Feeling good and warm I soaked in the tub for a good part of a
half hour thinking about how it wouldn't be right if I actually
slipped into bed and made love to him.
When I got out of the tub I started drying myself off with a
towel then I felt something against my foot and when I looked down I
found a mouse. I screamed and jumped back into the tub and screamed
louder.
A few seconds later my father barged through the door "What's
wrong? What's the matter?"
Hysterically I pointed to the floor and screamed "Mouse!"
He looked at where I was pointing and laughed "A mouse? A
scream like that over a mouse, I thought there was really something
wrong!"
Then we both realized that I was naked and in the confusion I had
thrown the towel against the wall. He looked me up and down taking in
the changes that had gone on since he had last seen my six year old
body.
Then as if he caught himself doing something wrong he backed away
for the door. "You get dressed and tomorrow we'll get some traps."
"Don't leave me in here alone with it."
"Sandi, its afraid of you as much as you are of it, just leave it
alone and it will leave you alone."
"Please!"
"Sandi, your nothing more than a big baby!" he said picking up
the towel and throwing it to me "wrap this around you!"
After I got it loosely around me he moved towards the tub and
picked me up, cradeling me in his arms. "I may be a baby," I
whispered holding tightly to him "but I'm your baby!"
"Yes, you are that!"
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to put you on your bed."
"No way, I'm not going to sleep alone tonight, not with that
thing roaming free!"
"For godesake Sandi it's only a tiny baby mouse!"
"A baby...."
"Yes!"
"Then that means that theres more than one of them!"
"Probably but...."
"I'm sleeping with you tonight, and tomorrow, and the next night,
and the night after that until I'm sure every one of those disgusting
little rats...."
"...Mice...."
"...Mice are gotten rid of!"
"Sandi, your a young woman, you should be able to sleep on your
own besides you haven't needed to sleep in my bed for years!"
"We haven't had ra...mice in the house before though!"
"Sandi!"
"If you get rid of them tomorrow, I'll sleep in my own bed,
tomorrow!"
"Ah Sandi come on your a big girl!"
"Now I'm a girl am I, make up your mind first I'm a big baby,
then I'm a young woman, now I'm a big girl! Besides, it won't be so
bad will it, we can cuddle like we used to."
"But you were a little baby when we did that."
"So. I'm scared I want to sleep with my father, what's wrong
with that?"
"Nothing, but...."
"Good then take me to your room and let's go to sleep, I've got
school and you've got work tomorrow."
"You better grab a night-gown then."
"But I haven't slept in one in years!"
"Then how do you sleep?"
"You know...the same way you do."
"Sandi then you should really stay in your own room."
"Then I'll wear a pair of panties, and a bra, ok? It'll be no
different than a bathing suit."
"All right," he said setting me down on the floor. "Get them!"
I let the towel drop away from me and he moved to leave the room.
"Don't go, please. I'll just be a second."
"Sandi...."
"Please," I said pulling open my underwear drawer. "Just give me
a second." He stayed put while I quickly pulled on a pair of lace
panties, and then slipped on one of my training bras. "There!
Happy?"
"Come on then, have you brushed you teeth?"
"Yeah, I did that before I took my bath. Are you going to finish
and carry me to your bed."
"Do I have to?"
"I like it when you carry me around, it makes me feel safe."
"All right, but this is the last time," he said before
picking me up, I'm pretty sure he failed to notice the grin that I had
let slip out. He carried me into his bedroom and put me on one side
of the bed and went into his bathroom. I slipped under the covers and
waited for him to come out.
A few minutes later he came out wearing his underwear. Somewhere
inside of me there was a groan of disapointment. He slipped under the
covers beside me and turned on the alarm clock then shut the light
off.
When he sunk into the bed I cuddled up against him and he wrapped
an arm around me making me feel safe like he always did, only I also
noticed that he smelled good, good and manly to me, it wasn't so much
his colone but him.
All lying beside him was doing was arousing me. It took him only
a few minutes to get to sleep but I wasn't as lucky I felt
uncomfortable and no matter what I did I couldn't get relaxed.
Half an hour after he had fallen asleep I moved away from him a
little bit and stripped off my underwear and threw them away and
cuddled back up against him, pressing my bare breasts against his
side.
After that it only took a few minutes before I fell asleep, and
it was the most sound sleep that I had ever had in my life. I felt at
that moment that that was the place that I belonged the most, right at
his side with my bare flesh pressed up against his. The only thing
that disturbed me was the small piece of clothing that he wore around
his own crotch.
When I awoke, the alarm hadn't gone off yet, and my father was
still asleep, the only difference from our position was that at some
point during the night I had slipped my hand into his underwear and I
was holding him.
I looked at his face and he was wearing the best smile I had seen
on his face since my mother had passed away a t was because of me.
I felt wonderful, and his penis felt good in my hand, almost like it
belonged there. I know it was kind of a weird feeling, he was the
first man that I had ever touched and it felt good.
Quietly I withdrew my hand from his shorts and slipped out of bed
and got dressed. I went down stairs and fixed our breakfast like I
had since I was eight and waited for him to come for breakfast.
When he entered the kitchen the smile was still on his face and
even though he kissed my cheek the same way he had every morning since
I was no more than five it sent tingles all through my body. Exciting
tingles, a sensation that I had never felt before in my life, a
feeling that promised something illusive.
"Good morning, did the mice leave you alone?" he asked me with a
little laugh.
"No..." I whined and he gave me a glance before realizing I was
joking. "They came into bed with us and climbed all over me. It was
disgusting, they were every where, in my hair, on my stomach, climbing
over my feet."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that...I slept like a baby!"
"I'll bet you did," I said grimacing, and he laughed some more.
If I could make him feel this good just by touching him I wondered how
good he would feel if I went all the way and actually made love to
him.
The fantasy lasted all of three seconds before second thoughts
came crashing in. "So who do you think I should ask out first?"
"I don't know," I said slowly. I really didn't want him going
out with another woman anymore, I wanted him all to myself. "Who
would you like to see naked?"
"Sandi...."
"Well?"
"Well, there's a new secretary at work...."
"Does she have big tits?"
"Sandi!"
"Well?"
"Not really!" he groaned.
"Nice ass?"
"Yes."
"Will I like her?"
"I'm not sure I haven't really had much of a chance to talk with
her."
"Well, then why don't you ask her for a drink after work?"
"You'll be all right without me?"
"Yes...I'll be fine. I'm a big girl!"
"All right. Here..." he said pulling out his wallet and giving
me twenty dollars. "You go to the store and buy those traps, and
something for yourself with the rest, all right?"
"Ok." I said softly taking the money.
"Is something wrong Sandi?"
"No, nothing. It's about time we should be going. I'll see you
tonight Dad." I got up and kissed his cheek before going out the
backdoor and biking to school. I met up with Melanie halfway but the
rest of the trip we didn't say much other than our initial greetings.
Silently I made it through the day, drifiting from my grade nine
classes, and the only thing I could think of was holding my father's
large penis and his smiling face. Every minute I became more and more
curious about what it had actually looked like, what it would taste
like, what it would feel like inside me.
When I got to the store I found and bought the traps with
Melanie, and then I started looking around for something for me, I
wanted to get something that I would like, and something that would
make him happy.
That was the only thing that I really found important in my
entire life was making him happy and seeing him happy made me happy.
So even though Melanie and I got some pretty strange looks from the
people around us I bought some black nearly entirely see through
lingerie.
Melanie wanted to know what I wanted it for too, but I wasn't
going to tell her I wanted to turn my father on...so for the first
time in my life I lied to her. I told her "I just want it in case a
boy I like asks me out and I want to go all the way." She giggled and
laughed after I had told her that.
When we got back to the house I cut the tags off of it and put a
load of laundry on with it in it. Melanie called home and asked if
she could stay for dinner, and her mother agreed. I started going
about making dinner and got half way through it before my father
phoned.
"I'll be home late tonight so don't wait up for me all right
honey?"
"All right Dad, just enjoy yourself all right?"
"I will!" he said and laughed at something that was happening on
the other end of the phone.
"Dad, can Melanie sleep over?"
"Sandi, it's a school night!"
"Well, if your not going to be home till late...."
"All right, as long as it's all right with her parents. But be
good ok?"
"We will Dad. Thank you!"
"Your welcome. I'll see you later ok, honey! I love you."
"I love you too Dad, good night!"
"Good night honey." With that he hung up the phone.
After I hung up the phone Melanie called home and got her
mother's permission to stay over night promising that she'd be good,
of course she didn't tell her that my Dad wouldn't be home.
After I had got dinner under way Melanie wanted to see "the
magazines". I had showed her them once when my dad was out one
Saturday morning and every time she came over she wanted to look at
them. She like looking at the pictures of naked women as much as I
did, and I had found a new magazine that she hadn't seen and I told
her as much.
Quietly we slipped into my fathers bedroom together gigling and
laughing, I went around the side of the bed first and Melanie waited
for me at the foot of the bed, a good thing to because I hadn't
realized that I had left my underwear there beside the bed so before I
retrieved the magazine from between the mattresses I flicked my bra
and panties under the bed.
We both layed down on the bed and spread out a little and poured
through the magazine, it was different from the others, it was a
hard-core mag. It had men and women fucking, penis' half buried in
women's vagina's, or deep in their mouths, or between the mounds of
their breasts.
As we flipped through the pages I began wondering what it would
be like to be the woman and my father the man in the pictures.
"That's disgusting," Melanie said as we turned the page and found
a penis nearly completely buried in a woman's anus. And all I could
do was wonder how it would feel to have it done to me.
The timer went off downstairs and we put the magazine up only
half way through it and went downstairs and ate. We forgot about it
for awhile and watched Tv, and got the clothes out of the drier and
folded them. I set aside my new purchase wanting to try it on before
I went to bed.
At about seven-thirty we remembered the magazine and returned
back upstairs to it. The second half of the magazine was different
from the first part it wasn't men and women, it was just women,
kissing, licking and touching each others breasts, fingering each
other's cunts, using big toes in cunts, tonguing cunts, and actual
finger fucking.
I was surprised at how much the pictures of just women turned me
on, and when the magazine was finished we just kind of layed there
staring at the back cover of the magazine.
"I wonder how that lingerie looks," I said trying to disrupt the
silence that had enveloped the house.
"Why don't you go try it on!" Melanie suggested. I got up off of
the bed, and carried the lingerie into the bathroom, and quickly
changed. There were solid bars that strengthened the clothing, it
circled my nipples and went up the crack of my ass, and the black lace
that surrounded the rest showed the skin beneath quite well.
"What do you think?" I asked coming back out into the bedroom and
took a spin.
"It looks really good. How does it feel?"
"Wonderful..." I said moving closer to her. "Want to touch?"
"Sure..." she said and her hand touched my side and started
tracing down my side over the cloth.
"What d'ya think?"
"I think it feels pretty good...Sandi...do you...do you ever
wonder...never mind."
"Do I ever wonder what?" I said sitting down on the bed beside
her.
"Never mind."
"No come on, you can't start to ask a question and say forget
about it now whats the rest of the question."
"Do you ever wonder...what it feels like to...to touch another
woman?"
"Sometimes, why?" What else could I say it was true after
looking at all my father's magazine's where women were the soul roles
in them.
"I do too, and I was wondering what it would feel like...."
"Would you like to...try?" I asked nervously.
"Would you?"
"I asked you first!"
"I guess I would...what about you?"
"I think I would too, do you want to try?"
"I...I don't know. I guess."
"What do you think we should do first?"
"Maybe a kiss?"
"All right..." I said softly and hesitantly we both leaned closer
to each other and quickly pecked each other. Then we tried again more
slowly, and longer, then again even slower, then once more, it was a
really erotic kiss too, because we had both pressed a hand against on
one of each others breasts.
When we parted the whole room was filled with a kind of nervous
sexual tension. I started undoing the buttons of her blouse with
nervous shaking hands while she watched me. After I had got all of
her buttons undone she helped me take it off of her, then silently
holding my breath I undid her bra.
Her breasts were more developed than my mine, and I cupped them
with almost anxious hands before I silenltly leaned forward and kissed
one of her nipples. She gasped when I wet it with my tongue and then
blew on it. I did the same to her other breasts and in almost a sense
of awe I watched her nipples stiffen. I looked up into her eyes and
let out a small smile as I cupped one of her breasts before kissing
her lips again.
"I think I like this," Melanie said not taking her eyes off of me
as she lied down on her back and I undid her jeans and pulled them off
with her panties.
"I think I do too!"
"I want to feel your hands on me," she said softly watching me.
I slid my hand up the inside of her leg up her thighs and cupped her
pubis mon. "That feels good don't stop!" I slipped a finger inside
of her vagina loving the feel of it. I started thrusting my fingers
in and out of her and had her moaning in a few moments, she was
obviously as turned on about looking at other women as I had been.
I stopped what I was doing when I realized that she was getting
quite close to coming, and I want to see it. I wanted to see her
come. I got between her thighs and looked at her open wet pussy.
"What are you doing?" she demanded while I watched her stir, and then
gathering all the courage I could I flicked my tongue out at her
vulva, quickly sliding over the delicate skin.
Gaining confidence I gave it a small kiss, then another one
longer and deeper and seconds later I was alternating between sucking
on her lips and tonguing her pussy the whole time I continued to
finger fuck her.
Her pussy was beautiful, so delicate and so amazing it was
wonderful and it was completely under my control, with the simplest
little flick of my tongue on her nearly hidden clitoris I could bring
a moan from between her lips. With one last delicous kiss I brought
her, another woman, to orgasm one that shook her entire body.
I got up on my hands and knees and moved up on either side of her
body and kissed her lips as her hands cupped my breasts. Her eyes
were lit with an excitement that I rarely saw in Melanie, an
excitement that brimmed over into a wide grin on her lips.
She unhooked the clasps of the top and push them down touching my
bare breasts sending shivers down my spine. She pushed me over onto
my back so she was ontop of me and pulled the rest of the outfit off,
throwing it to the floor. She pressed her breasts tight against mine
for a few minutes while she kissed me, my own excitement built up
quickly as she moved to my breasts and kissed and licked at my nipples
for a few minutes before she kissed her way down my body.
When her lips pressed against my pussy, it was a deep kiss, not
hesitant like mine had been, and her tongue dove as deep as she could
get it. I spread my legs for her as far as I could so that my pussy
stuck out for her, and she pushed further on my legs as her mouth and
tongue caressed me.
It felt wonderful, so wonderful, to have another person touching
me, exciting me like no one had ever done before. I closed my eyes
and imagined that it was my father's hot breath between my thighs as
his fingers slid into me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
Melanie worked wonders between my thighs and even as I came she
clutched me tight keeping her lips pressed tight against my pussy,
giving it little delicous kisses.
After that we slipped into a sixty-nine position and brought each
other to another few orgasms each before we finally cuddled up
together kissing and stroking each other into a blissful slumber.
When my fathers alarm clock went off we were stil holding each
other close but there was no sign of my Dad. Melanie complained about
wanting to sleep another five minute, but I was afraid my Dad had
trouble getting home. I quickly dressed in the clothes that I had
been wearing before I had dawned the lingerie.
But when I heard the sounds of him sleeping in my bedroom I felt
relieved. I quitely pushed open the door and stepped through almost
immediately noticing the bulge in the center of the covers. "Dad," I
called softly sitting down on the edge of the bed running my fingers
through his brown hair.
"Sandi...."
"Come on its time to get up."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly time for us to be leaving the house. What did you sleep
in here for?"
"My bed was kind of...occupied."
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Sandi, you were kind of busy last night!"
"You mean you...."
"Saw, yes!"
"No lecture?"
"No lecture, your mother liked girls for a while too when she was
young. You'll grow out of it, like she did. I figure you know what
you's are doing."
"I hope not, I kind of like it."
"You haven't been with any...men yet though...have you?"
"Only you," I said smiling and kissed his lips playfully.
"Good, try and keep it that way for a little while all right."
"You don't mind if I...play...with Melanie," I said as my hand
covered the bulge in the covers.
"If you the two of you both want to...I don't object, now would
you mind leaving so I can get up and get dressed."
"Maybe I do...maybe I want to...play with you too!" I said
smiling. He treated it as a joke but I was being serious I did want
to "play" with him.
"Sandi!" he scolded smiling, "Go on get out of here."
I made a small little objection grinning, but I left without
too much more. He surprised me I hadn't expected him to have seen us
let alone gave his permission. But it wasn't really what I wanted
what I wanted was to sleep and make love to him not Melanie. Melanie
was good, but a poor substitute for who I really wanted.
"How was you night with what's her name?" I asked him when he
came down for his breakfrast.
"Please not so loud!"
"That good was it?"
"Her name was Debra, Sandi, and I don't think I'll be seeing
her again."
"Why?"
"Her idea of a good time was drinking more booze than I've
ever seen in my life, and dancing with every guy but me."
"I'm sorry!" I said setting down his eggs and toast.
"It's all right, it wasn't your fault. You better get going
or you two are going to be late!"
"All right," I said and kissed his cheek. "Bye Dad!"
"Bye honey, see you tonight," he called after us while we
headed out the back door.
School was slow, and I wanted to see him again, I wanted to
tell him that I wanted to go to bed with him...really go to bed with
him, and take his manhood inside me. I wanted it so bad the whole day
was like an entire erotic roller coaster. When he got home I would
tell him, then we would make love.
Melanie asked if I wanted to go over to her house for a little
while but I told her I had to go straight home. When I got there I
started getting out all of my father's favourite things for dinner,
put a roast in the oven, got corn and carrots out of the freezer to
defrost and a bottle of wine from the small wine cellar that he kept.
Just before dinner was ready I went upstairs and took a shower
and came down dressed in the lingerie that I had bought, a new pair of
jeans, and the nicest blouse I had in my closet. I wanted to make it
a night we'd both remember. I even put candles on the table and had
them lit.
I sat there at the table watching the minutes tick by on the
old analog clock on the wall. The food gradually grew cold and I ate
by myself, a romantic dinner for two, eaten alone. When I was
finished it was three hours after the usual time he was supposed to be
home.
I blew the candles out and cleaned up the dishes fixing him a
plate. I was sad, depressed and worried, he hadn't called and when
ever he was going to be late he always called.
After another hour had dwindled away, I was wearing just my
robe and watching tv in the living room, waiting, hoping that he was
all right.
Then finally an hour later I heard a key scratching away at
the front door lock. I ran to the door and threw it open and it was
him. Uncontrolably I hugged him as tight as I could scolding him
"Your all right, God you had me so worried!" Then I smelt it, he
reeked of booze...and he was quite drunk.
I pulled him inside and shut and locked the door. I dragged
him into the kitchen and sat him down in a chair and put a pot of
coffee on.
"What the hell did you go out and get drunk for?" I demanded
and all he did was look dumbly at me. "Tonight of all nights! Damn
it Dad! You didn't even call!"
"Ah Sandi come on I was just having a little fun with Debbie,"
he stuttered.
"I don't want you seeing that woman again Dad, she's nothing
but a bad influence on you!"
"Ah honey," he muttered trying to grab me but I stepped out of
his reach before he could get his hands on me.
"No Dad I mean it, you can't go around with her anymore!"
"Your the one that said I should be going out!" he spouted as
I set down a cup of black coffee infront of him.
"Drink! I said, you should go out and have fun, not drive
yourself into the ground with hangovers!"
"But...."
"But nothing...find a better woman, one that isn't going to
screw you over. Did she even spend a minute with you tonight?"
"Well...."
"No she didn't did she, find a woman that doesn't take and
take...some one like me I like pleasing you, making you happy. Is
there something wrong with that, something wrong with me." I said
almost in tears I wanted him so bad, but I wasn't going to tell him
when he wouldn't even remember.
"What?"
"Do you need to act so stupid? What are you trying to find
the worst woman in the world for you?"
"Sandi!"
"Not a word, I'm tired now Dad, are you finished your coffee?"
"Yes," he said softly looking down at his hands.
"Fine, come on and I'll put you to bed!"
"San...."
"Not one word!" I said grabbing his hand and pulling him out
of his chair. Then I dragged him up the stairs to his bedroom closing
the door behind us. He stood at the end of the bed and I unbuttoned
his shirt.
"Sandi what..are...."
"Not one word!" I scolded him as I started undoing his belt,
but it got stuck, and the fact that I had forgotten to turn the lights
on didn't help. I knelt down infront of him so I could see what it
was stuck on and after a second I had it free. I undid the button and
zipper on his pants and pulled them down, then his underwear quickly
followed.
Even in the dark it was my first time at seeing an actually
penis, and it looked wonderful. I had held it a number of times but
it was the first time that I actually got to look at it. I just
stayed there for a couple of minutes staring at it, then quietly my
fingers reached for it, just gently moving it around so I could see
him better.
"Sandi what are you...."
"Shut up Dad, your going to bed, just give me a few seconds."
It felt even better under my touch as I looked it over.
Gently I held it in my hand moving it around looking at his soft
member. When I had his foreskin pulled back I couldn't help just
kissing the tip of it.
"Sandi!"
"All right Dad, sit down on the bed, and I'll get your socks,"
I said tiredly still curious about his penis and wanting to touch it
more. He sat down and I unrolled his socks and threw them onto the
pile with his other clothes. "Now get into bed!" I told him and
watched as he turned around and on his hands and knees made his way up
the bed and climbed under the covers.
His dull eyes were riveted to me as he pulled up the covers.
I undid my robe and let it drop away before I climbed into bed with
him. His eyes were still on me when I pulled the covers up over us
and cuddled close.
"Why'd you kiss me down there," he asked in a near whisper as
I wrapped an arm over his chest hugging him close.
I simply replied "Just because!" before kissing his side.
"Now go to sleep!" I stretched my top leg out and touched my thigh to
his crotch so he couldn't go anywhere. It felt wonderful touching me
there to, but it was another place a few inches a way that was burning
for the same touch, but I was resolved to make it a time that we'd
both remember. But I was certain of one thing, I wanted him to be the
one that took my virginity, he deserved it almost as much as I wanted
it.
It didn't take him long to get to sleep, but it took me
awhile. I spent the time just watching him, looking over the curves
of his face, and the rythm of his breathing.
I awoke beside him in the morning sunlight, but I didn't want
to disturb the moment I was still pressed up against him and my arm
still wrapped around his chest, his face deep in the curls of my hair.
I wanted every second I could have, because it felt so good,
so right, that even when I knew he was awake I pretended I was asleep.
I could tell just by the change in his breathing on my neck that he
was surprised of where he was. In bed with his daughter who was
draped sexually over him, and who was also as naked as he was.
I let him slip away from me, and I got to enjoy the sight of
his naked back leaving the room for the kitchen I guessed and when I
smelt the scent of coffee drifting up I was sure of it. I picked my
robe up off of the ground and wrapped it around myself tying it
infront before I got his out of the closet and went down to the
kitchen to find him staring out the back window into the yard.
"Aren't you going to come back to bed and make love to me
again?" I asked softly from the door frame. He turned surprised and
looked at me.
"Oh God I did! What was I thinking?"
"Calm down I'm only kidding!" I said smiling holding out his
robe to him.
"We didn't?" he asked quickly wrapping himself in it, even
though he looked better in the morning sunlight.
"No we didn't," I said and then softly added to myself "not
yet anyway!"
"Thank God! How did we end up in bed...."
"Together." I finished.
"The last thing I remember is going to a bar with Debra."
"Dad, I don't want you going out with that woman again."
"I'm not going to, now tell me how did we...I...."
"You came home, drunk as a skunk, I gave you a cup of coffee
took you upstairs to bed, undressed you, put you in bed and then
climbed in beside you!"
"You weren't afraid I would have...."
"No, you weren't feeling like having sex. I could tell that
much!" Besides I wouldn't have complained if you had.
"Sandi! Why didn't you just lay me down on the couch."
"Because, you deserve better than that," I told him pouring
myself a cup of coffee.
"You don't drink that."
"I'm starting to do a lot of things I didn't use to do," I
said taking a drink of the bitter brew. I set it down on the counter.
"Maybe I'll leave that one."
He laughed. "Ow." His hangover was obviously pretty nasty.
"I'll get you some asprin," I told him as I moved around the kitchen
trying to find the bottle. When I did get it, I found that my robe
had nearly untied itself, but I didn't retie it. I wanted him to see
me. I wanted him to get used to my body. It turned me on just having
his eyes on me. I wanted him to know it like a lover, my lover. I
wanted him to know my body intimately, the same way I wanted to know
his.
I took out two aspirins and moved towards him and gave him the
aspirins, with a glass of water. He took it from me and quickly
swigged down the aspirins handing the glass to me. I had thought of
putting them in my own mouth and giving it to them on the tip of my
tongue in his mouth after a kiss.
"Did you put the traps out for the mice? I forgot to."
"You mean they've still had free reign of the house," I asked
as he tied my robe.
"I'm afraid so!"
"Well then we better get them put out."
"I'll do it while you have some breakfast."
"No you better eat something."
"I don't feel up to eating anything. I'll get something when
I go to the office."
"Your going in to work?"
"I've got to I got the books to prepare for the accountant for
Monday!"
"Dad, you haven't spent a single weekend with me in the last
two years!"
"Sandi, I've got to work."
"You haven't even taken a vacation in three years."
"Sandi, I need to work."
"Why? I need you with me Dad, doesn't that count for
anything."
"Ah honey!"
"No, don't I count more than your work."
"Of course you do!"
"Do I? It doesn't seem like it, your always working. The
last time we did anything together...I don't even remember it."
"Sandi...."
"Let's go away together and spend some time alone. Just you
and me."
"Sandi, I can't do that. I've got to work."
"You've always got your work, you don't pay any attention to
me!"
"Sandi...."
"I'm going to Melanie's!" I said letting the back door slam
shut behind me. I felt awful leaving like that and when I reached
Melanie's I was nearly in tears. But when I got there I didn't feel
like going in or even talking with her or anyone. I figured my father
would have left the house pretty quickly afterwards, so I returned
home.
I was right, the house was empty and it felt even more lonely
than usual. I made myself a cup of hot-chocolate and put in an old
family video into the vcr and pulled my legs up tight to my chest and
watched the tape.
It was from when my mother was still alive and I was little
more than a baby. She was a very beautiful woman, I could understand
why Dad was having so hard of a time letting go. I couldn't help
wondering what she would think if she knew I wanted to sleep with him,
the way she had done when she was alive.
I fell asleep watching the video on the couch and dreamt of
making love to my him while my mother watched us from behind silently,
doing nothing but watching us and smiling. Then just after we
finished we were lying next to each other and she moved towards me.
My father kissed my hair, and she put a hand on my heart and
knelt beside me smiling not looking away from my eyes. She kissed my
lips just a gentle soft kiss and then I heard her whisper "Make him
happy." Then she was gone and I woke from my dream.
It had turned dark and Dad wasn't home yet and I hadn't even
got dinner started. I heated up the left over roast beef and buttered
some bread. Then glancing at the clock I quickly made sandwhiches out
of it. It wasn't going to be as good as the dinner that I had planned
the night before.
I knew I couldn't rush it, if I did I'd never be able to get
into bed with him the way I wanted so I knew I would have to control
myself and move slowly, gradually waining his familiarity with my
nudity around him, and the feel of my body just next to him in bed.
He came in only fifteen minutes late, but he apologized as
soon as he came in the door, but I could tell that there was a real
reason for his tardiness, he was upset about something.
I sat him down at the kitchen table and put the sandwhichs
down in the middle of the table. He didn't even question where the
roast beef came from. Silently he ate keeping to himself and nearly
ignoring me completely.
After we had finished I cleared his plate off and poured him a
cup of tea. I stood behind him and waited he didn't touch the tea,
but just sat there. I touched my hands to his shoulders and moved
down to loosen his tie and take it off.
"Relax, I'm just going to rub your shoulders, then maybe you
can relax enough to tell me what's wrong." I unbuttoned the top few
buttons of his shirt and sunk my hands into the collar of his shirt
and touch his bare tense skin massaging it.
"That obvious is it?"
"Only to me. Now what happened today?" I said and leaned down
and kissed the tip of his ear.
"You've got your mother's hands," he moaned as I rubbed deeper
into his muscles.
"What happened today Dad?"
"I went in like I told you, to do the books, usually it's
Fred's job but I was going to do them this year. I found
some...discrepencies in the books when I was going over them."
"What kind of discrepencies?"
"They were hidden but after a careful look, they were what
looked like major transactions to private accounts and to
coorporations outside of the country."
"What does that mean?"
"I think it's ebezelment! Someone is stealing from the
company."
"You've got to be kidding?"
"No, I'm afraid not...God that feels good Sandi!"
"Come on," I said taking his hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Up to your bedroom I'm going to...."
"To what?"
"Give you a full rub down, your so tense, and upset...you need
it!"
"All right..." he said softly.
"Good, now you go upstairs and wait for me while I get the
baby oil and we'll talk some more while I rub you, ok?"
"Ok," he said before we parted at the top of the stairs. I
got the bottle of baby oil and ran it under the hot tap water to warm
it up a little for him. Before I went into his bedroom I went into
mine and changed into my robe.
"What are you doing?" I asked him when I found him lying on
his stomach with only his shirt off.
"Waiting for you," he responded softly. I set the oil down on
the night table beside his bed and moved to the center of the side of
the bed.
"Roll over!" I told him and he did. I went for the clasp in
his pants but he stopped me.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking your clothes off!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm not going to do half a job! I'm going to give
you a full rub down like I said so either you take your clothes off
the rest of the way or let me do it. It doesn't mattter to me which
one of us does it." I was lying, I wanted to do it myself. "Now
hurry up and decide the oils getting cold!"
"All right," he said letting go of my hands and made no
movement towards his pants. Not realizing I was doing it I held my
breath as I took his pants off. Then he rolled over and let me pull
down his underwear. He had such a nice tight well muscled ass I had a
hard time trying to stop from kissing it.
He closed his eyes expecting to feel my hands on him while I
dropped my robe. I got the bottle of oil and stradled his ass and
started rubbing some oil into his shoulders. His muscles were so
tight it took a few minutes even for me to get them to loosen up a
little.
"Who do you think is stealing the money?"
"I don't know who it would be. I couldn't imagine anyone
doing it."
"But somebody must have, who would you bet on?"
"No one!"
"All right, who has the access and the knowledge to do it.
It's not that big of a company."
"Sandi, Norcon Designs has subsidaries all throughout Canada
and the United States you know that."
"Still, it's not that big of a place that you work at. Not
that many people anyway could have access to the companies accounts.
Who does?"
"Well I suppose Frank Hertz, and Jane Mourey have access to
them."
"Any one else?" I asked moving down his back and sliding my
butt further down his legs.
"I guess, Jack Feringer could have done it, but it wouldn't be
like him. We've had dinner with him."
"Yes, I remember him, he was the loud one that kept making all
the lude jokes."
"That's him."
"I doubt that he could do it, he doesn't have the brains to
pull something like that off. And I know you didn't do it, so it's
got to be one of the other two right?"
"No, I can't believe any of them would do something like
this."
"Well one of them had to do it," I said leaning down ontop of
him so that my chest was tight against his back and kissing his neck.
I could feel the cooling oil on my breasts and nipples so well that
the conection it made between us was like pure electricity.
"Your naked," he excalimed looking over his shoulder at me.
"Obviously. Now what are you going to do at work?"
"Why are you undressed?"
"Why not? Right after we're done here I'm going to be lying
next to you when we go to sleep."
"No your not! Your sleeping in your own room tonight."
"No way, you didn't lay those traps till this morning, those
little things are crawling around inside the house. Besides I'm
starting to like it...lying next to you I mean."
"Sandi," he said trying to roll over. I got off of him and
sat on my knees beside him as he sat up and covered himself with the
covers, unfortunately. "Your a young woman you can't be sleeping with
me. Especially in the buff."
"Why not, don't you like looking at me? I don't mind if you
do...I don't mind if you touch me either."
"Sandi, I don't know what your thinking about anymore...but
your starting to really worry me!"
"What do I make you worry about?"
"You, silly. Is there something going on in your life that I
should know about?"
"No!"
"Then what's all the buisness about you trying to get close to
me every minute I'm home."
"I miss yo d that's all. I enjoy spending time with you,
but your rarely home anymore."
"I know, but I've got to work and now with all this...."
"I know," I said sadly looking down at my legs and the few
curls of pubic hair that were sticking out.
"Look, when do you get off for spring break?"
"In about three weeks at the end of the month, why?"
"Well I've been thinking, maybe your right, maybe we could
spend some more time together as father and daughter...what would you
say about going on a vacation?"
"I'd love to, but where would we go?"
"The cabin."
"We haven't been up there for years!"
"Since you were eight...but we'll have to spend the first few
days cleaning."
"I don't mind," I said excitedly thinking about all the fun
and loving we'd have together. The sex part I'd have to work on, but
the fun part would be almost guaranteed I'd be with him. "It'll be
fun!"
"Good. This mess should be cleaned up by then too I hope."
"I hope so too. Can I finish giving you your massage now?"
"No, I think that's good enough for tonight, thanks, now you
better be getting to your bed." I climbed in beside him and pulled
the covers up. "That's not what I meant, I meant your bed Sandi."
"Tomorrow," I promised cuddling up tight against him with no
thought of following through with it. Then I slid my hand down onto
his penis.
"Sandi! Take your hands off of me! I don't touch you there
do I?"
"Would you like to?" I asked softly while looking into his
eyes.
"Sandi.... No I don't!"
"You can if you want, you know, I don't mind, really!" I told
him not breaking eye contact. I removed my hand from his genitals and
took hold of his hand and guided it between my thighs and clamped down
on it. He was so frighted his whole body looked like it was shaking a
little. Slowly I eased up on the pressure as I returned my own hand
to wrap around the base of his penis.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse whisper as I slowly
starting pumping his penis.
"I want to help you forget your troubles!"
"Sandi! Stop it!"
"Can't I watch you cum," I asked softly staring into his eyes.
"Sandi!"
"Please, I want to see it!"
"SANDI!"
"Come on Dad, cum for me!"
"SANDI KNOCK IT OFF!" he said loudly withdrawing his hand from
me to push my own hand off of him.
"Come on I promise I'll do what ever you want!"
"Sandi, get to your own bed!" he nearly shouted angrily at me.
Dreams of actually making love to him shattered like a mirror inside
my head into millions fragments.
"Dad...."
"Go on Sandi, get to your own bed right NOW!"
"...Dad...."
"Go!" Sadly I slipped from the bed and sullenly left the
room.
When I got into my own cold uninviting bed the tears came,
flooding my eyes. I couldn't understand why it hurt me so, I was
expecting him to say that he didn't want to...but it still hurt my
heart, almost as bad as Mom dying.
I woke a couple of hours later and after another half hour of
tossing and turning I got up from my bed. I missed the feel of his
warmth beside me in bed and it made me feel so lonely I walked to the
his bedroom door and quietly opened it to look at him.
He was so handsome in the early morning sunlight coming
through his window. I knew what my mother had seen in him. He had to
be one of the most gorgeous men in the world but to me he was the only
one. He was also sensitve, even though he rarely spent time with me
very often.
Even though it was years after my mother had died I had seen
tears in his eyes when we had watched the old home movies with Mom in
them. I knew he loved her very much...and still did. But it was my
turn, she was gone, no one else was good enough for him and I wanted
him.
Carefully so not to wake him, I climbed into bed with him. I
was glad that he was a heavy sleeper and when I did get in up against
him he actually wrapped his arm around me and pulled me so that my
head was on his chest. I was happy even though he had whispered my
mother's name when he did it.
In the morning I woke first, but a second later I sensed that
he was stirring to wake up so I pretend that I was still asleep. He
stretched with his eyes closed and wrapped his arms around me like it
was every day that a woman lied in bed with him. But when he
realized it was me I could tell he was upset at my presence by the way
his breathing changed.
He shifted but was having difficulty trying to get out from
under me, but he couldn't do it by himself so silently still feigning
sleep I rolled away from him. He sighed, but he didn't know that if I
had of been asleep I never would have moved from my position away from
him.
As quickly as he could he moved away from me and slipped into
the bathroom to shower. Before he could say anything to me I got up
out of bed and left for my own room and dressed. I didn't want him
angry at me. I had meant to leave before he had woken up but....
I got dressed and as I left my room I met him, he didn't say a
word he just gave me a sort of glare and then when down the stairs.
He was angry at me and just seeing it in his eyes hurt me.
Breakfast was just as quiet. School was even worse. I felt
depressed the entire day, it was awful...it hurt even to smile. I had
blown it, I knew it had been too early when I put my hand on him, but
I couldn't have helped it. I wanted it so bad! I wanted it more than
I ever wanted anything else in my life...and I'm not talking about
watching him ejaculate all over himself.
Melanie had noticed my mood and had asked if she could come
home with me.
"No, but lets go to your house instead," I had suggested.
"All right," she whispered softly. "I think we need to talk
about...what...happened the other day."
"Ok," I agreed not really wanting to talk about sex but
knowing that it would have to come sooner or later. The two of us had
shared something...unique, and my father had seen it.
Then what he had told me about my mother re-surfaced, he had
said it would pass just like it had with her. My mother had spent
time making love to other women, the thought surprised me and
questions about whether or not my father had seen her making love to
someone else, or if they had both invited a woman into bed with them,
or whether it was just hear-say.
One other question came to mind and that was "Did he enjoy
watching two women at it together?"
"Melanie, I changed my mind, what do you say about going to my
house instead?"
"That sounds better it will give us more privacy, my mother
will be home at my house."
"All right I'll meet you at your locker at the end of the
day...I forgot tonights my gymnastics night...I can't, how about
tomorrow?"
"I'll call my Mom at lunch and I'll tell her I'm going to stay
over at your house tonight and I'll go with you to your practice. I
really think we should talk!"
"All right, but its going to take awhile. It usually takes
two hours before the coach will let me go."
"Two hours?"
"Yeah. I've got to go, in two weeks I've got to go to a
tournament. The coach wants me to come everyday now, but I can't
afford the time."
"Why what do you have to do?"
"I've got to take care of my Dad! He needs me, if I'm not
there he won't eat anything more than a sandwich. If I don't cook he
doesn't go to any hassle to feed himself."
"What if I go to your house after school and cook for him so
you can stay and practice?"
"Can you cook?"
"What do you think, we have been taking home ec. for two
years?"
"All right stupid question. Would you mind doing a little
cleaning, maybe some laundry?"
"Heh, I'm no maid! You said cook!"
"I know, but I do do more than cook during that time!"
"I know, but I didn't expect to...."
"You don't have to do it if you don't want. I'll see if I can
get my Dad to pay you. I just want to make sure someone is there to
take care of him when I can't."
"Depends how much?"
"I'll talk to my Dad after practice, but do you think you
could cook tonight for him, go home and leave me here to practice and
cook him dinner.
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, you just have to remember my diet though...all you've
really got to do is make me a salad and that's good enough for me, but
make him something good."
"But we were going to...talk."
"We still can!"
"But what about your Dad?"
"He won't bother us, I promise." Truth was I was hoping he
would, I was hoping that at the least he would watch us, after we had
talked. I figured that I could please him a little that way
especially if he liked watching women together.
"I'll see you after next class then," Melanie said before
leaving me as the bell rang. I ran to my French class and suffered
through it like I usually did, only this time I had more important
matters on my mind, like how to make love to my father and keep
Melanie in the dark, because if she started working as a house
keeper...and that's exactly what she was going to be.
Once she was coming over every night I also had to consider
the idea that she and my father might...become close, and that worried
me.
I know he had rejected me so far, but what if he didn't reject
her, what if he took her to bed, what if he came home early to do it?
What if...I had so many questions and so many worries. I didn't want
her there but I wanted to know that he would be taken care of, and
that mattered more to me than anything else.
Time passed slowly for the rest of the day. The coach was as
tough and rough on me as ever and he put me through my paces as usual.
Also as usual I was hot and sweaty from the workout and had to take a
shower. The coach as usual...joined me.
I hadn't known any better when I started going for the
practices and I hadn't realized it till later that he always found
some way to keep me back so that there was only him and me left. We
had always showered in different stalls, never the same one, but he
had seen me and I hadn't bothered to cover up for him.
He was my coach nothing more, he had seen me run, he had seen
me jump, he had seen me doing everything a gymnast does and I had
never thought anything about it.
But this afternoon was different he joined me right in the
shower. He surprised me, I was washing my hair and he stepped up
behind me and kissed my neck. He was completely naked.
I had never seen him before, ever, not even topless, and now
here he was pressing his member against my ass whispering "You make me
so hot! Your so beautiful. I want you so bad!" While he was
whispering this to me he was stroking my breasts. I was scared, I
wanted this but not with him. I wanted it with the man I'd been
dreaming about. I hadn't imagined, or even thought about screwing my
coach and even though it was so easy to let him have what he wanted I
didn't want it. All I wanted was my fathers cock.
"What are you doing?" I demanded in a raised voice moving away
from him and turning around.
"I want you!" he said softly looking into my eyes when I
turned around.
"Well I don't want you!" I told him sharply.
"Why not, you don't have a boyfriend, surely you want to know
what it feels like to make love."
"Not with you," I told him pushing him back away from me.
"Sandi, come on I could please you like you wouldn't believe!"
"NO!" I shouted at him as he put his hands back on my breasts.
"Stop or I'll scream!"
"There's no one to hear you!"
"I'll...I'll get you fired!"
"No you won't...all those times you've showed your body
to...for me...you want it as bad as I do!"
"No I don't!"
"No, what about that time when you had your feet behind your
head and you winked at me. I wanted to strip you down that time and
put you through a different kind of workout on those mats. You want
to go to the olympics don't you?"
"What's that got to do with any...."
"That's right...."
"That's blackmail," I told him as he moved closer to me
backing me against the wall.
"No it's not. It's convincing you of what you want."
"I...I...won't have intercourse with you!" I told him sadly, I
didn't want to do anything at all but what choice did I have. None.
Who would believe my word against a teachers, one that was so trusted
in his field that he had seen at least a half dozen women gymnasts all
the way to the olympics, and I wanted to be one...and make my father
proud of me.
The water from the shower nozzle ran pass the timer and
stopped leaving us alone with only the sound of dripping and staring
at each other. Silently I knelt in front of him and took his penis in
my mouth.
He started running his fingers through my hair and I pushed
them away from me. As the tears mixed with the water that was
dripping from my hair his moaning increased while I sucked on him.
"Use your tongue," he whispered softly and I did. I fingered his
testicles hoping that it would hurry him along so I could get away
from him as fast as I could.
His hands started fondeling my breasts and I let him, simply
because stopping to push and tell him not to do it would mean that I
would have to stay there longer. I was surprised when his testicles
contracted suddenly up towards his body but was more surprised when
his penis started spurting into my mouth. I withdrew it as quickly as
I could and pointed it away while I spit out the bit I had gotten in
my mouth.
He stood there moaning while I pumped out the last few drops
of his semen with my hand. When he was finished he leaned against the
wall while I got up and moved away from him heading as fast as I could
for my locker and my clothes.
When I was dressed I ran from the school, the tears still
dripping from my face. I was ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. I
had done the unspeakable. That moment as I looked back at the school
I vowed that I would never do it again.
Before I went inside the house I wiped my tears hoping that no
one would stop me on the way to the bathroom so I could wash my face
to. The aroma's from the kitchen were wonderful and I could make out
the soft husky voice of my father talking to Melanie.
I had managed to get through the front door without alerting
them but when I tried to sneak up the stairs--the squeaky stairs-my
father called my name.
"I'm just going to wash up Dad," I tried to say as strongly as
I could, but I couldn't hide anything from him.
"Are you all right," he asked coming to the bottom of the
stairs. "Did everything go all right?"
"Yes. I'm fine Dad!" I said trying to reasure him the best
that I could. The dark stairwell at least hid my eyes from him, so he
couldn't see how much pain it gave me just lying to him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Dad. I just have to wash up for dinner."
"All right, but don't be to long, Melanie's made something
wonderful."
"I won't!" I promised softly.
Dinner was quiet mostly only occassionally someone asked for
something or other to be passed, and both of them always kept looking
at me. I was sure they both knew something was wrong with me, and I
didn't want to admit it.
"Dad?"
"What is it honey?" he asked looking at me entirely forgetting
that he was mad at me.
"Melanie and I were talking today...."
"About what?" he asked glancing at both of us in turn before
his eyes finally rested on me.
"About...practice. The...coach wants me to practice more than
I am, but I don't want to leave you home to fix your own dinners," I
stated as Melanie got up and started clearing the dishes away and not
returning to the dinning room. "Because I know what kinds of things
you make for yourself when someone's not there to do it for you."
"Sandi I can take care of myself."
"Dad, don't lie to me. Your idea of a homemade meal is a bag
of cheeto's and a beer. I want you eating good...and I asked Melanie
if she'd come here after school and cook for you...."
"Why did you do that?"
"Because I want you to be looked after," I told him quickly
moving from my seat to sit in his lap. "Because I love you!" Sex was
the last thing on my mind when I sat on his lap, especially after what
I had done earlier, but the feeling of him under me and his cock
rubbing against my clit was almost enough to get me started...almost
but not enough.
"Sandi!"
"Dad, please...we can pay her twenty-five dollars a week."
"Sandi, I'm not going to be supporting your lovers," he
whispered softly so only I could hear.
"Dad this is got nothing to do with that, if you want I'll
find someone else who will do it. But I want you coming home to a
nice warm meal even when I'm not here. But I promise I'll be home as
quickly as I can." I was firm on that I wasn't going to do what I had
done again and if that meant leaving ten minutes before everyone else
did that was fine by me.
"Dad, please...do this for me! Let me know that you'll be
cared for even when I'm not around."
"All right Sandi, I guess we can afford twenty-five a week.
She'll probably be pretty well payed even if the wages aren't very
good. The affair with the mistress of the house will probably keep
her coming back."
"Dad!" I said patting his chest and gaining a smile from him.
"Is it all right with her mother?"
"I'll talk to her and then we'll call her all right?" I asked
kissing his cheek and getting off his lap.
"Get going," he said and playful smacked my bottom. Even
feeling as dirty as I did from earlier, his hand still sent tingles
through my body.
I took another load of dishes into the kitchen and loaded them
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