Family sex fest(25)

Chapter Nine




Cheryl dreamed, napping with Jenny. After some twenty minutes, the blonde woke up feeling very angry, mostly at Doug Brill, Jenny's boyfriend, because her dreams had been about him. She hated him, so why did she dream about him? In the dreams, Doug spent his time jacking off on her face and fucking her up the ass, always so pushy and disrespectful. But it left her excited. Her hand was on her cunt and her cunt was dribbling around her fingers, in spite of Doug's starring role in the sleeping fantasies. She fell asleep, before, keeping a picture in her mind of her naked father with a large and solid erection, hoping to dream about that, but it didn't work.

Why should Doug's grinning face be in my dreams when I hate him so much? she wondered. God! He thinks 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.