Disclaimer: All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Likewise, all sexual activity depicted in this chapter involves characters that are at least eighteen years old, whether directly stated or otherwise.
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A heady mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and raw lust swam through Christina's mind as she made her way across the yard to the side entrance of her family's garage. She'd fantasized about having sex with her dad countless times over the past week, but they just that: fantasies. This was real. The man who raised her was waiting for her right inside, knowing he'd be filling her up with his cock before the night was through. Everything had sounded so perfect just a few minutes prior, but now that the moment was upon her, she couldn't help but wonder if she was about to make a huge mistake.
As she stepped inside, a thousand other questions flooded into her brain. What if she wasn't good enough for him? Or, what if sex with her dad was
too
good? What if Danny or her mom got jealous? Could fucking her dad be the thing that finally shattered the delicate interpersonal web of love and lust her family had carefully constructed over the past few days? Their feelings for each other had gone to such an extreme place in such a short amount of time. Could those same feelings change to anger and resentment just as quickly?
When she reached the entrance she froze, suddenly paralyzed under the burden of every choice she'd made that had lead to this exact moment in time. Her anxieties grew and multiplied until she felt a gnawing certainty that what she was about to do was the beginning of the end of everything, and that when all was said and done, she would be the one who ended up taking the blame for the disintegration of their loving family.
She'd felt the same pangs of fear and indecision on the night she'd decided to sneak into Danny's bedroom window to confess her feelings for him. As before, she took a few deep breaths and gave herself a moment to acknowledge her worries before letting them go. When her head finally cleared, she was relieved to find that the only emotion that stayed stubbornly lodged in her brain was a calm certainty that no matter what came later, she was about to have one of the most thrilling nights of her life.
Beaming with a new sense of confidence, she traipsed lightly over the cool concrete of the garage floor, her memory flashing back to the morning romp she'd shared with her parents. She shivered at the mental image of her father's eyes — how they burned with lust as he gazed at her naked body. There was no doubt in her mind that he loved her and wanted her, and she wanted him too. She loved him in ways that couldn't be expressed with father's day card and a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to give all of herself to him -- to know what it was like to be taken by her handsome father, to feel him on top of her and inside of her, and to be completely surrounded by his love.
"Is that you, Pun'kin?" Ray asked, his voice echoing down the hall from the kitchen as she stepped inside the house.
"Yeah, it's me, Dad," Christina called back. "I'm just going to get cleaned up, then I'll meet you downstairs."
"Sounds good, sweetie. Dinner will be ready by the time you're done."
A gasp of embarrassment escaped her lips when she stepped into the upstairs bathroom and caught sight of herself in the mirror. Not only was her hair a grungy mess that stuck out in eight different directions, she was totally nude. She'd been so distracted by the prospect of finally having sex with her dad that she'd somehow managed to leave her clothes folded in a neat pile in the corner of her aunt's kitchen.
Thank god for tall fences
, she thought as she imagined all of the awkward questions that might arise if one of their neighbors had managed to catch sight of her creeping out of her aunt and uncle's home without a stitch of clothing on her body.
She was also thankful that she was able to make it upstairs without passing through the kitchen. Most of the afternoon had been spent in a sweaty tangle of bodies, and it really showed. Her entire crotch was a mess of saliva, cum, and pussy juice that clung to her thighs and matted her pubic hair. The rest of her wasn't in much better shape. Despite the thorough tongue-bath her aunt had given her, Christina's breasts and stomach were still flecked with remnants of her uncle's spend, and her whole body carried the unmistakable stink of sex.
Tearing her eyes away from her own bedraggled appearance, she stepped into the shower, sighing as the warm water cascaded over her body. She scrubbed her skin until it was a bright shade of pink, shampooed her hair, shaved her legs and armpits, and trimmed her pubic hair into a neat little triangle before finally stepping out of the water and drying herself off. Standing in front of the mirror, she did a slow turn, making sure that she'd left no trace of her afternoon activities.
Much better.
Next, she applied a bit of mascara to accentuate the green in eyes and a light layer of blush to highlight her freckled cheeks. The overall effect made her both sweet and innocent, and sexy and alluring, at the same time. To complete the package, she pulled her hair into a pair of girlish pigtails. When she was finished, she smiled to herself in the mirror.
Perfect.
Wrapping a towel around herself, she walked down the hall to her bedroom, smiling when she saw the simple, white package laying on her bed. Inside, sitting above a mass of tissue paper was a note. A bright smile spread across Christina's face as she read it.
Christina,
I can't express in words how much your father and I adore you. The last week has been quite a journey, but it all pales in comparison to the immense joy you've given us ever since that day, eighteen years ago, when we brought you into this world.
I know you've never been one for frills or lace, but when I saw this, I just knew it would look perfect on you. If you enjoy it half as much as I know your father will, then I'll consider it money well spent.
I love you to the moon and back,
-Mom-
P.S. You ARE going to give me details tomorrow. Don't even think of trying to get out of it.
"I love you too, Mom," Christina whispered to herself before setting the note aside.
Turning her attention to the small package, she carefully removed the white tissue paper to reveal a silky, blue babydoll with matching stockings and garter belt. Diane had been right. This was definitely not something she would have ever thought to buy on her own.
Nevertheless, she couldn't wait to try it on. The garter and stockings took a moment to figure out, but the babydoll was easy enough to slip over her head. An irrepressible grin lit up her face as she stood in front of the mirror, inspecting her appearance. She couldn't help but feel like the garment had been made just for her.
The silky, blue dress hung from small spaghetti straps that revealed her pretty, freckled shoulders. The bust-line was low, giving an enticing glimpse at the slight swell of her breasts, which were encased in a sheer material that did nothing to conceal her small, pink nipples. From there, it flowed loosely over her tummy and hips before ending just beneath the curve of her tight ass. She'd never worn stockings before, but she loved how they emphasized her long, slender legs. They connected to the belt with a pair of small ribbons, each of which was tied in a cute little bow. There were no panties, which Christina thought was just as well.
She was once again amazed at her mom's impressive powers of intuition. It was the perfect gift for a girl who was about to spend her first night alone with her father, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he finally saw her wearing it.
As she stood there, examining her appearance, she realized that it was time. There was nothing left to do other than to go downstairs and fall into her father's loving arms. Taking one last deep breath, she opened her bedroom door, stepped out into the hallway, and quietly padded her way to the kitchen. The first thing she noticed when she reached the kitchen was the smell of bacon and eggs.
He's making breakfast for dinner
, she thought as another wave of the warm and fuzzies washed over her.
Her mind filled with happy memories of her childhood. Ray had never been much of a cook, but sometimes, when Diane was out working late with a client, he would make scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes for her and her brother. She'd always loved those nights and cherished the memories of having her father's attention, basically all to herself. Apparently he cared deeply about those memories as well.
When she stepped into the kitchen, Ray was busy flipping pancakes and didn't immediately notice her presence. Not sure what to do or say, she coughed quietly to grab his attention.
"Ah, there you are," he said, turning away from the stove to face her. "I was starting to wonder whether you'd forgotten about--"
He stopped mid-sentence when his gaze fell upon her. She stood stock still -- her whole body lit up by the late evening sun streaming through the kitchen window. Blood rushed to Christina's cheeks as she saw his awestruck expression. His eyes took a slow, tour from her toes up to her perky breasts, before finally meeting her own nervous gaze. For several long seconds, they stared at each other in silence, each of them looking for some hint of hesitation, but finding only warmth, love, and a heavy dose of unnatural desire.
"Do you like it?" Christina finally asked.
"You look beautiful," he replied, his voice airy and a little distant, as if he was talking to some kind of supernatural apparition. "When did you...?"
"Mom bought it for me while you guys were out running errands," she said, finishing his sentence.
Ray grinned. "Ah, so that's what was in that package. She said I'd enjoy it more if it was a surprise. I guess she was right. Your mom's got a real eye for that kind of thing."
"You don't think it looks... silly?"
"I think you look good enough to eat," Ray replied, the corners of his mouth turning up into a wolfish smile.
"Well, there's always dessert," Christina replied, returning his predatory grin with one of her own and throwing in a playful wink for good measure.
This time it was Ray's turn to blush. Deciding to let the innuendo drop for the time being, he said, "I made chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and eggs for dinner. Remember when I used to cook for you and your brother when you were little?"
