Father/daughter Secrets (closed for ash13)

[BurningMonkey]

George pulled into the driveway, turned off the car, and just sat for a moment. It had been the week from hell, but the project was finished and in the customer's hands. He'd taken the afternoon off to celebrate, and to compensate for the long nights he'd been putting in. His boss hadn't had a problem with it.

As a newly-minted project manager this one had been dropped on him, with some tricky problems and a short deadline. And at 42, he didn't bounce back like he used to. He was looking forward to a quiet afternoon of sitting and thinking about nothing in particular, maybe enjoying a beer where Margo wasn't around to disapprove. She always tsk-tsked when he drank during the day, but she wasn't due home for a few hours, yet.

He passed Ashley's car on the way to the house, which brought another thought, a guilty one this time: he would get to ogle his daughter all afternoon, assuming she wasn't going out anywhere. He knew he shouldn't entertain such thoughts about his own daughter, but a few months ago he'd finally surrendered and simply acknowledged that she had grown into one sexy young woman, with long black hair and bewitching blue-green eyes, a nicely rounded ass and two perky C-cup tits that almost begged to be fondled.

It didn't help that this summer before college she had taken to sporting booty shorts that did more than hint at cameltoe and cropped tank tops that did nothing to restrain her nipples from poking out whenever the wind picked up. There were even times when he could swear that she was teasing him deliberately... Oh, well, he thought, there's no harm in a little fantasizing so long as I don't act on it.

He opened the door and took off his jacket, hanging it on the hall tree in preparation for heading into the kitchen for that beer. Ashley wasn't in the living room. Probably upstairs, he thought, twittering or tweeting or whatever the hell she does on her phone.

But just as he was about to call out, he stopped. Strange sounds were coming from upstairs, sounds he hadn't heard before. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was...

Quietly he mounted the stairs and moved down the hallway towards Ashley's partially opened door. The sounds were louder now, and coming from her room...

 

[ash13]

I sit on my bed with my laptop in a pair of short lavender felt shorts and matching spaghetti strap top that shows my navel. I have the volume down as I'm watching some porn scenes. Involving different girls get " taken" in office scenes and school scenes and wrong side of town scenarios. I hear someone come up the stairs and switch the screen to my Facebook hoping I won't be caught watching the taboo scenes.

 

[BurningMonkey]

The sounds stop as I approach Ashley's room, but I know they were coming from there. And I know what they were: the moaning and groaning of a woman being fucked. I'd heard them often enough surfing the porn sites myself; was my daughter watching porn? I knew objectively that kids were more sexually open and less inhibited about such things, but this was the first time that that reality and my daughter had connected in my mind...

I poke my head in the door. She's sitting on the bed, cross-legged in a tight pair of shorts and one of those cropped spaghetti-strap tanks she's been favoring. I can't help but notice her camel-toe where the fabric stretches across her crotch, or the fact that her nipples are hard and poking up the fabric. God, but she was hot!

"Um, hi, Kitten. I'm home. Is, uh, everything okay in here? I thought I heard noises."

 

[ash13]

A little flush at nearly being caught. I say "yes just surfing through my Facebook is all" looking anxiously and breathing a sigh when seemingly you bought it. " did you need anything dad?" I ask with a friendly smile as I was a perky upbeat type. I at there awaiting your response.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Uh,...no, that's okay..." I have a hard time--puns literally intended!--tearing my eyes away from her taut little body. "I, uh...I'm just going to lie down for a while. It's been a hard week, and I'm tired." And I move out of the doorway and down the hall before you can notice my rapidly-growing erection.

I go into my bedroom, close the door until it's almost but not quite shit, and undress down to my underwear. I'm going to have to rub one out before I get to sleep, that's for sure... I lie down on the bed, ease my shorts down until the elastic is hooked under my balls, and begin fondling my now-hard tool...Oh Ashley, Ashley...I close my eyes and fantasize about you sliding your sweet, tight, hot little cunt up and down on my tool...

 

[ash13]

You cannot sleep so you decide to " check on me " once more. As you open you see in out cold. You try to see what I was looking at on laptop but cNt remember my password so you cannot. You see me lying there and remember I was a very heavy sleeper and part of you wants to test that theory to see if it's still true.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I stand close by the bed, looking down on your sleeping form. You used to be a sound sleeper...do I dare?... If you wake up, I'm dead meat. But if you don't...

I slide my boner out of the opening in my shorts, and start fondling it. With my other hand I reach down and softly, oh so gently, begin tracing little circles around the nipple I can see poking up from the fabric of your top.

 

[ash13]

OOC ignore thumb down icon. Didn't mean to hit it and can't change. Oh wait got it



Starting to stir a bit I arch my back which causes my perky chest to strain against the top. You think you even see a small smirk on my face which would indicate I was "fake" asleep but you think that would be crazy thinking.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I start back when you stretch, but you settle down again, so I put my hand back down and continue tracing your nipple. It's hardening, and that makes me harder, and I start jacking in earnest. The thought of cumming here in your bedroom standing over you is so hot, and crazy--it will make a mess, and how to explain that? But I can't help myself, you look so sweet and innocent and so very, very sexy...

I feel my orgasm rising and then it's here. I quickly pull my cock back inside my shorts and let the sperm squirt all over the inside of them. It will be a sticky mess, but at least it won't get all over the bed or floor or--God forbid!--on you.

When I'm finished, I slowly back out of the room and go back to my own. I'll have to change shorts, and rinse these out--Margo would wonder about the stiff patch, and I have no reasonable explanation.

When I'm done with that, I finish getting dressed and go downstairs for that beer. I need it.

 

[ash13]

About an hour later I head down to the kitchen. When you come in and ask what I'm doing up I say "umm couldn't sleep just need something to drink ". I stand in the light of the fridge which shows off almost entire length of my toned teen thighs, as I run and workout a lot , in my short loose fitting shorts. As u bend down to get the milk in unaware that one of my thin spaghetti straps has slid down my arm a little bit as I stand there talking to you. Ensuring I'm bending over slightly. You wonder if I stand like that on purpose or just coincidence and nothing to it.

 

[BurningMonkey]

If I didn't know better, I would swear that you were teasing me deliberately, taunting me to "come and get it". I find it hard to tear my eyes away from the creamy expanse of boob-flesh exposed by the strap slipping down your arm. And the way you hold that bend, like you know I'm looking, like you want me to look...

A sudden thought pops into my head: Do I know better? Really? Could you...?

Naw, I dismiss the notion out of hand. Of course you don't think of me the same way I've been thinking of you, lately. That would be too big a coincidence--and not a little scary, to boot.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean my butt against the counter. "I thought I remembered you saying that you and Jessica were doing something this afternoon?" I say casually.

Half of me wants that to be true, since that would mean you would be gone and temptation damped for a while. The other half of me want's it to not be true, because that would mean you'd be hanging around the house with your sexy body half-hanging out of your clothes for me to ogle.

 

[ash13]

I stand up and see you and gasp" ahh dad what what are you doing home in mid day" trying to play it off like I didn't see you. " thought I would have house to self Jessica is sick and plans cancelled." As I stood up and caught off guard by your presence. Some of the milk I poured spilt out of my glass onto the front of my top and begins to soak in.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I grab a dishtowel and then stand, frozen, not knowing whether to follow my first instincts, which were to start mopping you off, or not. The image of running my hand across your breasts, even under a towel, is almost too much for me to handle. Instead, I stand mesmerized by the sight of the milk wetting your top and the fabric molding itself to your curves.

I'm suddenly hard, and I have to get away. "Uh, here.." I say and hold out the towel. "I, uh...I have some things I have to do in my office. Have fun doing whatever it was you were planning on doing this afternoon..." The thought of you watching porn and playing with yourself earlier pops into my head, and my boner gets harder yet, straining uncomfortably against my pants. God, I hope you don't notice...

 

[ash13]

I flash a friendly smile as you towel me off. I say thanks dad gonna go cure some boredom down in the basement with the pool table. I'll stay out of your way " with that I depart and head down to shoot some pool. I always enjoy music. So as I play I put on my Dr. Dre Beats wireless headphones. It drowns out background noise so I can jam as I shoot, the downside, can't hear anything going on around me. Figure if you're gonna be in your office not a problem. I begin to shoot dancin around the table a bit in maybe a "sexy" way but no one around so I think nothing of it as I practice shots and enjoy my tunes.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I go into my office, but I just sit at my desk, thinking of how your tits looked with the top molded to them, the coolness of the liquid causing your nipples to stick out like little erasers.

I can't help it; I unzip my pants and start fondling myself. Such a sweet ass, and such nice tits, and God how I'd love to...

The impulse comes over me to maybe shoot some pool with you; it would give me an excuse to feast my eyes on your body when you aren't looking. I put myself back together and go to the basement stairs, coming down without trying to be quiet. "Hey, honey, I thought maybe we could..."

I stop on the stairs, watching. You have your headphones on, so I know you didn't hear me coming down. I watch as you dance around, shaking your ass, pushing out your hips in a suggestive way, leaning over the table to make a shot and stretching the fabric of your shorts across your firm ass cheeks.

I can see when you do that that there are no panty-lines or even a thong-string in evidence--you're completely naked underneath that thin layer of fabric, and I have an almost overwhelming urge to run over there, push you face-down on the table, rip those shorts down your thighs and shove my burning, now-hard-again cock deep into your juicy little snatch...

But I don't. I fight off the impulse and finish coming down the stairs, waving to get your attention.

 

[ash13]

I see you on the stairs waving to get my attention. I am at one end of the table bent over looking up toward the stairs as I put my headphones around my neck. " oh hi dad what ya doing. Not too noisy hitting these balls am I. Thought you were working" when I say the word balls I chuckle a bit at the innuendo. I stay bent over looking up at you awarding to see if you were gonna come down or to go back to my game and current shot.

 

[BurningMonkey]

The way you're bent over gives me a perfect long shot down your top, along the valley between your tits and gapping down to just show your nipples. I don't know whether you're holding that pose for me to look, or just unaware that you're flashing your tits at me.

I turn away, feeling my skin heat up. Don't give it away, I think. Act natural. As if there's anything natural about wanting to fuck your daughter until her brain explodes...

"I thought maybe we could have a game or two, like we used to," I say, concentrating on picking out a cue. "I'm not that busy right now, and we haven't spent much time together lately."

 

[ash13]

I say "sure but playing for fun is for kids im 18 now so we need a "friendly" wager dad what are the "stakes"? As I ask that I notice your angle on the stairs could probably see down my top and I liked the thought, but should I? My brain asks itself. Then a thought runs through the brain of you using cue stick to pull down my top like I saw in one of the porn videos I watched before. I shake it off and wonder why I would even have that thought as I wait your reply on the stakes of our games.

 

[BurningMonkey]

My first thought is, Loser fucks the winner; that way we both win. But I don't say that out loud.

"Stakes, huh?" I think for a minute, then grin. "Well, we could always play strip pool; loser has to take off their clothes." I say it as a joke, knowing she'll never go for it.

 

[ash13]

With a playful smile I say " ok" sure dad your on I'll play your "stakes"." A few of the words I say sarcastically thinking your just messing around with me. Face a little flush at the bet as it was a bold and taboo request being your daughter and all but I think your just joking and if I lose you will reveal real stakes. I have no idea that you were NOT joking. I go to shoot but after a few shots each i have like 3 balls remaining and your down to your last ball to go in.

 

[BurningMonkey]

I look over the table. My hands are sweaty. I can win this game with one shot, and then--what?

I was surprised that you agreed to the 'stakes', but you said it in such a way that it was obvious that you didn't take me seriously. Actually, I'm not sure I took myself seriously... after all, I did say it as a joke...didn't I?

The more I think about it, the more nervous I get. On the one hand, I can't really ask my daughter to strip naked in front of me, can I? On the other hand, the vision of your sweet lush young body displayed nude for my inspection is...intoxicating.

I lean over the table, lining up my shot. "Okay, sweetheart, you made a grown-up bet, now be ready to take the grown-up consequences..." As an afterthought, I raise up from lining up. "Oh, and loser has to play the next game naked. I'll let you name the stakes for that one."

Damn, it's a good thing Margo isn't home. If she only knew what's running through my mind right now...

I bend over, line up, and hit the cue ball. It bangs off my last remaining ball, which then slowly, slowly rolls towards the corner pocket, teeters on the edge for a heart-stopping moment...and drops in.

I turn my head to look at my daughter. "That's it, pumpkin: you lose. Now, strip."

 

[ash13]

My eyes grow wife as I say "I'm your teen daughter you cannot be serious!" I see the stern look on your face and know I got to pay up like a "grown up". I bite my lower lip turned on by wondering what your reaction will be. After all kSt time you sane naked was when I was like 5 or 6. First to go is the top. I slide it over my head and to the floor it goes. With the spaghetti straps. I could wear no bra so I slightly blush as my firm and perky 34c chest is now exposed to my own dad. You see me then skip my felt shorts down my toned legs and step out of them to reveal my totally bald pussy. I stand there a moment awaiting your next move or words.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Part of me is busy back-filling, clamoring that I'm only teaching her a lesson, that grown-ups always live up to their agreements, and that includes betting debts, etc., etc., bullshit, bullshit.

But I know what I'm really doing: I'm taking advantage of the situation to see my hot piece-of-ass daughter buck-naked.

I had played the "grown-up" card, which was totally unfair. I remember what it was like to be 18, so anxious to "be a man", yet utterly unsure of what that meant, and so afraid to do or say anything that would make me appear still a child in the eyes of the real grown-ups, so afraid not to be admitted to that company. To play on her insecurities like that was totally unjust, but I did it anyway.

I look at her for a long moment, schooling my face to neutrality. Gorgeous tits, smooth skin, hairless pussy lips, puffy and just begging to be licked--When did THAT happen? Did Margo know?. I hadn't really seen her nude since she was about 8 or 9 and just beginning to be self-conscious about her body and boys and all that.

It felt like I was rooted to the spot. Sure, I'd imagined her form through her clothes, especially these last few months when she had been wearing that stuff that didn't leave much to my imagination, but to be confronted with the reality...

With what felt like a superhuman act of will I turned away and calmly started chalking the end of my cue. "Oh, and loser racks, too," I said noncommittally over my shoulder. "And what are the stakes for the next game? Not so 'kid-stuff', I hope?" Oh, I was heartless, playing the 'grown-up' card again.

I hoped against hope that it wasn't "clothes off" again; we were pretty evenly matched, really, and I'd only won the first game because she made a few bad shots. If she won the second one, and I had to take my clothes off, she would see my pecker standing out stiff and straight as a flagpole...

 

[ash13]

Winner of next one gets a back massage. You got lucky last game. I need that massage my back is tight". You say you will be back as you need a drink of water. I say "ok while your gone gonna stretch my back out a bit." When you return you see me back to the pool table standing there. You watch as I arch backwards in an effort to " stretch" my back. My back down on the table causing my perky young 34C chest to just my straight up to the ceiling. Legs slightly spread for balance. I hear you come back and say " dad can you help me up was directing but I'm kinda stuck like this now."

 

[BurningMonkey]

I come back down the stairs with a fresh beer in hand, nice and cold in my hand. I don't remember finishing the last one. Hell, right at the moment I can't remember much of anything except the sight of your round perky tits and your shaved pink pussy--those are seared into my memory forever, and will come back whenever I take my dick in hand...

I hit the bottom, round the corner, and stop dead in my tracks. Holy sweet Jesus suffering on the cross! You're splayed out on your back on the table, your boobs sticking straight up, and your pretty little pink shaved cunt is right there! staring at me...

I know, now that you must be doing it on purpose. No girl your age would be that naïve. You've been teasing and taunting me all summer long, and now...now...

Suddenly I feel anger. You've been playing me for a sucker, laughing about how dad gets horny whenever he sees you. I'm going to teach you a lesson...I'm going to... Fuck her brains out until she can't walk? the voice in my head says, mockingly. Isn't that what you wanted to do anyway?

At the last second I get control of myself. You're my daughter, for Christ's sake! I can't...

"Dad can you help me up? I'm kinda stuck like this now," you ask. I swallow. "Uh, sure, pumpkin..." I say and slowly walk over to where you are, spread-legged at just the right height, and stand between your legs, that pretty little pussy just an inch away from my straining hard-on.

I bend over and reach my hands down to you...