The only reason I was wearing a dress is that Grandma likes to have everyone dress up nice for Thanksgiving, which means the girls are supposed to wear skirts or dresses, except that sometimes my cousins don’t and that upsets Grandma quite a bit. I always wear one to make her happy and I don’t really mind, either, because I think dresses are cute and I wish you could wear them more often without people thinking you are a jerk. My dress was light blue with a red floral design and it was a little clingy, with a short hem. I was kind of a knockout in it, to tell you the truth. Anyway, Daddy thought I was a knockout and I hadn’t been in the rec room for five minutes before Daddy came up to me.
“Let’s go upstairs for a second, I want to talk to you about something,” he whispered in my ear.
“Ok.” So what was he going to tell me? That Mom knew about us!!? He took me to a bedroom across from the one where people had left their coats and things, and closed the door. That Thanksgiving was warmish and sunny and the room was bright and happy, with pictures of elephants and clowns and balloons on the wall, though it had a double bed.
Daddy pushed me against the wall. I blinked into this face and he was blinking back.
“I want to fuck you, honey.” Daddy said.
Hmmmm, I should have guessed, I told myself. Daddy was being pushy, just like a boy. Also, I didn’t want him to think I was a slut and just wanted to get fucked all the time, even if that was partly true. Plus, he was crazy if he wanted to fuck me right there in Grandma’s guest bedroom with people all over the place.
“Daddy you just did that to me last night, for goodness sake. How often do you want to fuck me, like every day?” I tried to sound not too offended.
Daddy put his hands on my breasts, making my nipples tingle and get hard even if I didn’t want them to. I gasped and put my hands on Daddy’s arms but it didn’t accomplish anything
“Not now, silly. We will get caught. Do you want that to happen. Oh, Lorraine, your husband is fucking your daughter in the guest room so they probably will be late for dinner.”
Daddy dropped his hands. “Yes, you’re right,” he sighed.
“Ok, well lets go back to the party, Daddy,” I said, and I turned to go but Daddy grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I bounced right into him and lost some of my breath. Daddy put his hands on breasts again.
“I can at least feel you up, honey.”
My nipples poked into the middle of his palms.
“Well it help my appetite?,” I teased him. I sort of wanted him to feel me up.
“Mine, it will.”
Daddy used his whole hand when he rubbed We stood there in the middle of the floor, Daddy rubbing my tits and me biting my lip and closing my eyes, keeping myself from backing up, making myself stand as still as I could. I was trying to keep a lookout, because I was the one facing the next room. I didn’t want Daddy to get caught but I didn’t want to get caught either. So I was like doing two things at once, having Daddy rub my tits all over and watching out so we wouldn’t get caught.
“To answer your question, honey, yes, I do want to fuck you every day.”
Daddy’s face was getting red and he was starting to breathe funny the way he had the night before when he was getting ready to fuck me. And I was tingling like crazy from having my tits felt up so much. If this kept up much longer, I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from letting Daddy fuck me right then and there. I looked up into his eyes. His hands were making circles on my breasts while his index fingers rubbed in circles on my nipples.
