Aug. 14/09
I tell you, for someone who knows almost nobody, doesn't work, or even go out that often, my life sure is full of excitement.
Gina told Dad of her decision to quit dancing and, as we expected, his face lit up. The poor guy may have loosened up a little in the last year or so, but he's still plenty old fashioned enough to see this as a good thing. He actually got up, came around the table and kissed her, saying she'd never regret it and that he was going to buy her some nice little thing.
It's been pretty hot lately, so Gina and I were both dressed in very little clothing and, what clothes we did wear, were comfortably light and airy.
I wore a pair of extreme, faded blue, cutoff denim shorts. I say extreme because of how far up they were cut and the fact that, even though they were hip huggers, I removed the waistband anyway. Having been button fly jeans, that worked out pretty good, especially in the way the top of my white, lacey G-string showed, along with the outer edges of its front panel. Other than that, I only wore my snakeskin ball breakers and the matching, white lace bra that let the very tops on my nipples show.
Gina's outfit of choice, as usual, was a little more up market, but just as exciting. A backless, translucent, somehow sparkly white top that tied around her neck and hung in the shape of a V covered her shiny satin, jade green demi bra. A loose, white miniskirt of the same material allowed the viewer to clearly see her matching green thong beneath. Despite the heat and because she knows Daddy loves them, she wore the matching green garters, the belt clearly visible, with black stockings. Black high heels, as usual, gave her legs and bum that look that she knows men go all bug eyed over.
Daddy himself, fresh from his post work shower, only wore a pair of black, mid thigh gym shorts and a tattered gray work shirt that he left unbuttoned, well aware that both Gina and I love to see his hairy chest.
Besides the heat, it was the night of our little party and we all wanted to look nice for each other, especially since we intended to start off with some music and dancing. Gina had shoved the furniture around a little for our dance and got the music going, some of the R&B 'mood music' she listens to. I went to collect some stuff that me and Daddy were more interested in and was sauntering into the living room with a handful of CDs to be greeted by a very pleasant sight.
They were standing over by the stereo and Gina held a glass of white wine in one hand, her other on Daddy's chest as she looked up at him. That expression of contented happiness with a smattering of excitement was in her face, eyes sparkling while he spoke, his hand slowly caressing under the back of her skirt.
I know I've gone on and on about how good they look together, but I just can't get over it. I couldn't think of a better match for either of them, except maybe myself. Daddy took a sip of his beer can and noticed me standing by the hall entryway and smiled back, gesturing me over.
"What ya got there, kitten?"
"Umm,
Tragically Hip, BTO, Leonard Cohen, David Wilcox, Kenny Rogers-"
"Wait," Gina interrupted, "did you just say,...
Kenny Rogers?"
"He's good," he told her, me nodding in agreement beside him.
"Kenny – Rogers!?
Oh, my god, you poor people. I have so much work to do."
"We'll play,
Lucille,
you listen to the words and tell me if that ain't a great tune," I challenged, putting my hand under the front of her skirt.
"Mmm-mm. We'll see. You should wait until I've had more wine, though."
"Very funny," he said, "But you'll see. You'll probably cry."
"How much you wanna bet?" she asked as I lightly stroked up and down, her pelvis rolling just a little to mine and Daddy's attention.
"If you cry, Daddy puts his cock in your bum."
Both of them gasped at this, he actually choking a little on a mouthful of beer, Gina fixing me with an open mouthed smile.
"Slutty!"
"(giggle)"
He shook his head in amused wonder, asking, "Kitten, is there any bottom to the depths of your perversion?"
"Haven't found it yet."
"Maybe we'll take a look sometime?" he challenged.
"(giggle!)"
"Okay," Gina decided, "I'll take that bet, but if I
don't
cry, he puts it in
your
ass. How's that?"
" ... Okay, but you don't have to cry, you just gotta like the song, and you gotta be honest about it, too."
"No way, you said it would make me cry and that's the bet you offered," she countered as I took another gulp from my own can of beer.
"Uhh, excuse me,..." Daddy cut in, "but it's my cock and it just may be possible that I'd have something to say about-"
"That was before I knew you'd drag me in on it," I returned."
"Hello!" Dad interrupted, "As I was saying, I might actually-"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Gina argued with an incredulous grin. "You silly little slut, it's a
bet
. Bets are two way streets, that's how it's done."
"Maybe in your smutty little smutworld of smut. (giggle) But, we slutty sluts from slutworld know better than to paint ourselves into corners with silly rules that really have no weight in the real world.
But
, if you really want to go there,-"
I interrupted myself this time in order that I could scream along with Gina, her bum probably being pinched like mine suddenly was.
