I had come home earlier than I had planned with business a little slow at the store and plenty of help there. I figured I could use the time to load more stuff to my online store. I have a comfortable office at home and get more done when I'm alone and not being interrupted. Besides, I wasn't in the best of moods because of the argument with my wife Linda last night. Not having sex in over a month helped to start the argument, but knowing my wife as I did, I accused her of not having a similar month long dry spell. She would neither confirm nor deny it, but she ended the argument just the same.
So I was a little off my game when I walked in the house and was met by my daughter Teri in her tiny white bikini. This one was a skin-hugging spandex that outlined every sumptuous curve of her body. She loved wearing white because she thought it was a sharp contrast to the dark Mediterranean skin she inherited from her mother. Her nipples stood proudly, almost poking through the light, tight material.
"Hi daddy!" she chirped. Always perky, she came over and gave me a hug, sliding her arms around my neck, and then giving me a short peck on my lips as she had done thousands of times before. There was nothing sexual in it, strictly a platonic welcome home kiss. But something in those sultry dark brown eyes said that something was changing between us.
"I'm going to hop in the shower so don't flush the toilet," she admonished.
"Boy you fuck up one little time and they never let you forget it." Her arms were still around me and I still had my hands on her bare hips. "I'm just getting a snack and I'll be in my office. Promise not to flush."
She kissed me again, her lips lingering a second or two longer than normal, and slowly slid her arms from my neck down my chest. Her long fingernails sent chills through my body as they softly raked over my nipples and I found myself gripping her hips harder. She smiled and pushed herself away. I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but it was creating some very un-fatherly feelings in me. Or was it just me being horny from a lack of sex?
"See you in a few minutes. Oh, and Lisa's out by the pool so don't get startled if you hear someone." She turned and bounded up the stairs, giving me just a glimpse of her pretty, round little ass. The snake in my pants was awakening and I chastised myself for my lack of control around my own daughter. But damn, even her mother was never that cute.
I'm not sure when I noticed that Teri had grown up. She had the short-cropped black hair like her mother with those dark brown, sultry eyes, but the comparisons pretty much stopped there. Her mother was tall and athletic with a full chest, tiny waist, and flared hips while Teri remained petite like her grandmother. At just over five feet tall, her well proportioned body had the look of a young swimmer or a gymnast with curves.
I thought of all those nights over the years when she would be watching television with us and then suddenly would just get up and come and plop herself down in my lap, curling up on my chest while I wrapped my arms around her. She never did this with her mother, at least not while I was around. Linda had enjoyed doing this when we were first married, but once Teri was born, she had taken to curling up in her own over-sized chair.
Sometimes when Teri was sleeping in my arms, Linda would shift position in her chair so she was facing me instead of the television. Then the teasing would start. She would fondle her enormous breasts through the soft silky nightgown until her nipples stiffened and became visible. Then she would pull one of her large pendulous breasts out of the gown and pinch that hard nipple and mouth "Oh Daddy!" at me. When she was sure I had an erection, she would start playing with her pussy, fingering her slit through the soft shiny material until it was wet. Then she would start mouthing "Yes Daddy, Yes Daddy!" while I looked on helplessly with a bulge in my shorts and my little angel in my lap.
I didn't get to spend much time with Teri while she was growing up, so when I was with her, I gave her all my attention. I had always thought the teasing was part jealousy and part Linda's need for kinky public sex. As the memories passed quickly through my brain, I wondered if there were more to it. Had she been trying to make me see Teri as something more than my little girl or had something happened to Linda in her childhood that prompted her actions?
I quickly dismissed the thoughts and grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the cupboard for the pretzels. That was when I noticed Lisa out by the pool. She was laying by the pool in a purple suit similar to Teri's white one. She was on her stomach with her boyish round buns staring at me. It appeared her top was off and her long blond mane was cast to one side while she soaked up the rays. Her fair skin glistened in the sunlight either from suntan lotion or perspiration.
Teri had been friends with Lisa since childhood having met in kindergarten and staying close right up to their recent high school graduation last week. It was unusual in this neighborhood for families not to move away as careers changed but somehow our two families had survived and Teri and Lisa were closer because of it.
Lisa had matured physically at a much younger age, puberty hitting her just before her teens. At first it had been a problem for them with Teri being very envious, but as friends do, they worked out their differences and the relationship grew stronger. Lisa was a half-foot taller than Teri with a chest that even my wife was envious of, a flat stomach and still somewhat boyish hips. Given the way her chest filled out, one would have thought the hips would have followed, but they had yet to develop. She still had a nice well rounded ass and flat tummy, the total picture showing a beautiful young lady. The bottom of her shimmering purple suit left a lot of her beauty exposed to the sun.
I heard the shower start upstairs and then looked back just as Lisa rolled over; those large pendulous breasts unleashed were swinging back and forth as she tried to get comfortable on her back. This was an even better view that her lovely little backside. And that purple bottom was hugging her skin so tight, that I could see a perfect outline of her delightful, swollen mound and the ample slit that dissected it.
With her earbuds in, she obviously hadn't heard me come home. I don't think she had even noticed that Teri had left her until she looked around. With a slightly aggravated look, she pulled out her earbuds and propped herself on her elbows so she could expand her view, not finding Teri anywhere. Her frustration obvious, she grabbed the suntan lotion and squirted some across her chest and then into her hands.
She lay back down and began to massage the milky fluid into her light, now pinkish, skin. She began by spreading it out quickly over her torso and then slowly began to work it into the soft skin of her flat tummy and ribcage. She started a slow massage around her navel and then carefully worked her way up to those mammoth mounds. It took both hands to work the creamy lotion into the pale, white boobs that had been encased in the purple top. She lifted the left one, working underneath the heavy flesh, then back up and over the pale nipple that quickly popped up, glad for the attention.
I set down the pretzels and reached down and unzipped my fly, releasing the swollen meat that had been pressing against the front of my slacks. Clear, thick fluid was oozing from the tip and I spread it up and down the entire length of my hardened shaft. My heart was beating faster and every nerve in my body was awake as I stroked my meat while watching this nubile nymph. I took a long gulp on the cold, frosty bottle of beer and then turned my attention back to this gorgeous young girl.
Lisa continued to work that stiff nipple and I could see her breathing quicken as well, her ample flesh rising and falling at the same pace as her massaging fingers. She switched to her right breast, again slowly massaging the lotion into her skin until it blended perfectly with her alabaster flesh. She teased the nipple, squeezing and pinching it, while her breathing continued to quicken. Leaving her right hand on that nipple, her left hand began a slow trek downward, eventually sliding over the soft material onto her mound.
