‘Eye candy?’ I asked.
‘You know, Daddy,’ she explained, knowingly, ‘something sexy for the two of you to look at.’
Once again, before I could say anything, my daughter took the initiative.
‘Maybe you’d like to see it on me before you make up your mind.’ She teased.
I suddenly realised that this was no longer a game between a daughter and father. Jodie was making me an offer. My silence conveyed to her that it was an offer I didn’t want to refuse.
‘OK,’ she began, ‘let me put it on while you stay right there.’
‘How could you afford something like that?’ I asked, knowing that anything with so little substance must have cost at least eighty dollars.
‘Oh, the old man in the store let me have it at cost.’ She smiled. ‘He said he’d like to see me in it, too. The rest I paid for out of my allowance.’
Even so, she must have been saving up for weeks.
Slowly she pulled her white school blouse out of the waistband of her short, grey skirt. Then Jodie began to undo the first of the six or so buttons that held it together, starting from the bottom. I watched closely as one-by-one they came undone. That devilish smile crossed her face as the last one exposed her nakedness underneath. At that point, I could only catch the odd glimpse of flesh, as she began to undo her cuffs. And although I was staring at her body, I was aware that not once did her eyes leave mine. She was enjoying teasing me. It seemed to take an age before she took hold of either side of her blouse and began to edge the sides apart. It was like a sexy slow motion dream that you wake up from just before you shoot your load, and just like a dream, the trigger that stopped Jodie from letting me see her naked body was the sound of my wife coming in through the front door. I came to my senses quickly, and shouted to her that I’d be right down, cursing her timing under my breath. My frustration only served to broaden my daughter’s teasing smile. Just before I turned to leave her room, I spoke:
‘Be ready to leave at seven-thirty on Saturday.’
We both knew she had me. As I walked slowly down the stairs, I remember feeling numb. The conversation that my wife wanted to have with me was one sided. I hoped that I made the right remarks at the right times, because my mind was just not in the same room.
As I sat at the dinner table, waiting for the food that Jean was preparing, Jodie came down the stairs, happy as a lark. She had now changed into a pair of low cut sweat pants and cropped top. I could almost smell her sex as she lowered her mouth to my right ear and whispered that I wouldn’t be sorry.
Saturday morning, and Ray’s pick-up truck pulled up outside the house exactly on time. I didn’t want to shout upstairs for Jodie to get a move on in case it woke up Jean, so I made for the staircase to go and fetch her. As I got to the foot of the stairs, I was met by the sight of my daughter coming down. She was wearing a denim jacket over a white top, a pair of the tightest white shorts you could imagine and a pair of white sneakers. On her back was a small rucksack.
‘Where’s your things?’ I asked her.
She pointed to the bag. ‘I don’t think I’ll be needing much, Daddy. Just my bikini, some sun-tan oil, toothbrush and some shiny pink lipstick that I borrowed from Mom.’
Then she walked confidently out the door towards Ray’s truck.
Jodie climbed inside in between Ray and I. When he saw her tight little ass in those hotpants he gave me a wink. She put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a hello kiss on his right cheek. I noticed as she did this he gave her bare thighs a bit of a rub.
About an hour into the journey, Jodie took off her jacket to reveal a flimsy white vest underneath. It was pretty tight fitting, and although she’s got no boobs yet, her nipples were sticking out like walnuts. I had almost forgotten that she must be just as excited as I was at the thought of how she was teasing me. She asked how long it would take to get to the woods, and when I told her it was some distance away, she said she was going to climb into the back seat for a bit of a doze.
After another ninety minutes, we arrived at the edge of the woods, and Ray drove into the old dirt track that we both knew so well. He would follow this for a couple or three miles until we were on the banks of the small, fast-flowing river that had always provided us with real good fishing. The state of the dirt road told us that nobody had been down here for some time. In fact, in all the times we’d been coming here, I can’t ever remember seeing anyone else.
By about 11.30 we had everything set-up. We had three tents erected, a fire built, coffee made, beers in the fridge on the back of the truck and all the fishing tackle ready to use. I must admit that in getting all the preparation work done, I had completely forgotten about my little minx of a daughter, and had sat by the banks of the river, next to Ray, looking forward to a good catch.
It was Ray’s exclamation of ‘Jeeeeeezzz’ that made me turn my gaze to where his eyes were staring. From out of her tent, Jodie came walking slowly and brazenly towards us. My jaw dropped as I gazed upon her. She was now wearing the white bikini that she had teased me with in her bedroom a couple of nights ago. I had fantasised about seeing her in it almost every waking moment since then, but the actual sight of her blew my mental images out of the water. She was so, so hot. Ray and I just gazed silently as my daughter skipped over my fishing line, dangling loosely in the river, and set a beach towel she was carrying right in front of us. Then, with that same teasing smile that I had come to know so well, she began to lubricate the front of her gorgeous little body with suntan oil. As her slim fingers worked the oil into her arms and shoulders, her skin began to glisten. We followed her hands as she covered the tops of her small boobs and flat belly with the thick liquid. Then our eyes wandered down as she let her fingers softly, sensuously caress her shapely legs, until they, too, shone in the strong sunlight. Finally, in a moment of deliberate cock teasing, Jodie rubbed the oil around the tiniest thin strip of white material that just about covered her pussy, although not so much that Ray and I couldn’t make out the pouting lips that lay underneath.
After teasing us like this, my daughter then lay down on the towel, keeping one leg straight and bending the other at the knee. From our position, Ray and I could see the full length of her body, and we both craned our heads to get a better view of whatever delights lay inside of her bikini bottoms. She had been right; she was good eye candy. So good that neither of us were interested in the fishing anymore, not even when Ray’s line went taught. He just carried on looking at my daughter, one of his hands conspicuously moving around in his trouser pocket.
After about half an hour in this position, Jodie sat up and turned onto her tummy. If anything, there was more skin on show here than on her front. All we could see of any material were two very thin spaghetti straps where her top fastened around her neck and back, and a thin strip in between the cheeks of her beautifully tight little ass. Coyly, Jodie looked up at her uncle Ray and asked him if he’d oil her back. I was beginning to feel a bit jealous as he rushed up quicker than if an alligator had been under his seat. My daughter passed him the bottle and he poured some onto her shoulders. His big hands made her body look small as he greedily massaged the oil into her skin. Jodie moaned as she told him he had a lovely touch. Suddenly, she raised her head a little and stared me straight in the eyes, smiling. Then she turned her head towards her uncle and whispered something in his ear. Ray laughed a bit and then he, too, looked up at me.
‘Hey, Dan. Jodie, here, wants to know if you’d like to help me out with this lube job?’
I stood up slowly. Jodie was really pushing this teasing, and although I was very excited at what might happen, I had this nagging voice in my head reminding me who she was.
I moved over to where she lay and knelt down next to my brother. He handed me the bottle and Jodie said I should do her lower back. I poured on some of the sticky oil and let my right hand move towards her skin. I had to stifle an audible groan as I first came into contact with her soft, blemish free body. As we both rubbed the oil into her, far more so than was required, my daughter groaned huskily and said how good it felt to have two strong men to do this for her. I could feel the swelling in my pants reaching an uncomfortable size. It was just then that Ray noticed there were no white lines on Jodie’s skin. When she mentioned that she sunbathed in our back yard in the nude whenever her Mom and I were out, Ray whistled and said he’d have to make sure he came round to our place unexpectedly more often in future. Jodie laughed in that ‘yes, that would be nice’ laugh of hers.
By now we were both using two hands to feel up my daughter’s back, any pretence of applying suntan oil long since gone. I was getting a bit turned-on just by seeing my brother’s fat, hairy hands on her smooth body. It was then that Jodie spoke, asking one of us if we’d be good enough to do her ass, as it was one of her most tender regions. Ray and I stopped our massaging immediately and looked at each other. I took hold of the bottle with some force, and with silent head movements, instructed him to get lost. Taking the hint, Ray stood up.
‘Hey, I think I’ll leave that nice job to your Dad.’ He said to Jodie as he began to walk back to his tent. Then holding out an oily right palm, he joked; ‘Besides, it’s a shame to waste this when there are bishops to be bashed.’ Jodie got the joke and told her uncle he was a naughty man. But we all knew who the real instigator was; my horny little daughter.
As I heard the tent zip close shut on Ray, I dribbled copious amounts of oil onto my daughter’s ass cheeks. As I watched my right hand move towards her skin, I felt curiously detached, like I was watching a film. As soon as my hand touched Jodie’s butt she cried out a low, husky howl. I didn’t think that my prick, locked away in my pants, could get much stiffer than it already was; but I was wrong. When my hand ran over my daughter’s smooth, firm buttocks, I felt like my cock was going to snap in two if I didn’t free it soon. I squeezed some of her flesh between my thumb and forefinger and watched as the oil oozed from her pores. Her butt was now wet, slippery and very inviting. Jodie was still growling quietly when I decided to chance my luck. Slowly, I allowed my hand to move towards the crack of her ass. Then, tentatively, I let my index finger slide under the thin strip of white material that was her thong. Even though she had teased me into a frenzy, there was still a chance that Ray had been wrong and that my actions had gone too far. I briefly thought of the consequences; divorce, court case, prison? But my lust was more powerful than my fear, so I let my finger trace a natural path down my daughter’s valley.
