All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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Saturday morning Sally Martin took her cup of coffee out to the patio. Her brother, Claude James, and her 18-year old daughter, Nel, had just left the house. Already she felt the emptiness their absence caused. She patted her round 15-week baby bump softly as she sat on an orange enameled deck chair with a woven lemon-and-lime plastic gimp seat and back. She sipped her coffee and set the mug on the matching glass-topped patio table. "Don't you fret, Little It," she said affectionately to her unidentified passenger, "Our daddy and your sister are just away for a couple of days."
She sighed and looked to her left at the perennial garden between the patio and the fence. Her mother, Carla James, loved the 'Chocolate Flower', berlanderia lyrata, and her urn, recently placed in the Chinese stone pedestal lantern, was surrounded by the golden yellow daisies, which, even at a distance smelled of chocolate. The patio border and stepping stone path into the garden was covered with plumbago, which was beginning to show its deep red fall color. There remained a few final blooms of the papaver croceum poppies. Their bright yellow spots sparkled in the morning sun.
Sally picked up her coffee, strolled into the garden and sat on the stone bench beside the brass sundial, opposite her mother's ashes. "Thank you so much, Mom," she said quietly. "You were undoubtedly right to keep your secret. I probably would not have coped well with the knowledge that Claude was my true father and Dad was just your husband." She slurped another sip of coffee. "But, you know, I had a secret, too. And maybe I would have felt less shame or guilt if... Oh, what am I saying? I needed every one of my life experiences to understand and accept my real happiness at being here... now... with Claude and Nel... and our expected family additions." She touched her tummy again and drained her mug. "So, again, THANK YOU SO MUCH, Mom. I'm glad you're here with us. I love you."
Sally stood and walked into the house, rinsed her empty cup in the sink and loaded it into the dishwasher. Staring through the daffodil gauze curtains at the window over the stainless steel sink, she suddenly was transported to her high school graduation day in Pasadena, CA on Saturday, June 8, 1996.
Sally looked at the clock as she rushed through the kitchen, toweling her hair after a quick ten lengths in the family swimming pool. It was 8:30 a.m. Carla was pouring herself a cup from the Mr. Coffee coffee-maker on the sideboard, in front of the mullioned window, where she had been watching Sally breaststroke to the shallow end and freestyle back to the deep end. "So graceful, so fast." Carla thought proudly.
Ben James was reading the L.A. Times sports page predictions for the upcoming NBA Draft. "Everyone likes Alan Iverson," he muttered, biting into his toast. "What the fuck is wrong with Ray Allen? Not that he'll be around for the Lakers' pick!" He looked up as Sally moved past the lemon Formica kitchen table. He liked looking at her in her wet Speedo tank suit. It was like second skin and she had a great body. He guesstimated she was the classic hourglass: 36-24-26. "Too bad she's moving so fast... no view of her cute little cunt's outline," he silently cursed his luck, watching over the rim of his coffee cup.
Sally dashed down the hall and entered her room, next to her older brother Claude's bedroom. While this had been generally unused for years, it was still his when he came home for holidays or other visits. He was 19 years older than Sally and a professional mediator, traveling around the country constantly. Sally smiled whenever she thought of him. He always treated her special and gave great hugs. Crossing the room to the connecting shared bathroom, she turned on the shower taps, closed the bathroom doors and peeled off of her Speedo. She was unaware of Ben's specific interest in her, but she knew schoolboys ogled her and she was proud of her toned 35C-23-35 shape. She ran her hands over her body, admiring herself in the mirror, while the shower heated up. When the room was nice and steamy, little beads of perspiration started to pop on her breast tops. She opened and stepped through the frosted glass door, then turned slowly under the tall spout, letting the hot spray plaster her long straight light brown hair flat to her skull. She luxuriated in the rivers flowing from her shoulders over her tits, down her sternum past her belly and through her curly pubic triangle. She looked down happily at the clump of dripping hairs. Just last year she had still been almost bald down there. "I'm really sprouting... pretty soon I'll have to pluck, wax or shave so I'll stay sleek in my bathing suit," she mused.
Sally neither heard, nor saw, Ben, lounging behind her, against the bathroom counter, studying her foggy pink silhouette through the steam and frosted glass. He had walked in unnoticed, through Claude's room, and slipped both doors' bolt locks while his daughter was bent into the spray and examining herself. He was naked under a thick monogrammed navy blue terry robe. The sash was tied, but his standing cock was working hard at pushing its head out to see what was so exciting.
Sally began lathering and rubbing her washcloth across her body. There was plenty of time yet, before she needed to get ready to go to the high school auditorium for commencement. She loved the sensation of the rough cloth and the slippery soap as she scrubbed the chlorine and other pool chemicals off her skin. Her nipples tingled and stood at right angles to her large cafe-au-lait colored areolae which had puffed up like soufflés when she brushed them with the soapy rag. Her hand slid south and dipped between her legs, cleansing her young tight pussy lips. She never resisted the urge to tickle her button. It felt too good. "Uhnnnnnnn," she moaned, as the spray splashed her upturned face and her washcloth sparked thrilling jolts from her clit to her tummy. She collapsed her legs around the rag and drew it like a rope from front to back, sawing in between her labia. "Yesss, yesss, uuunnnhh!" She groaned as the tickle turned into the familiar nerve jangling little explosion she so loved.
Sally wrung out the cloth and rinsed thoroughly, then shut off the taps and stepped through the door onto the bathmat. "DAD!" She shrieked, when she saw Ben, holding out a towel for her and smiling enigmatically.
"Hi, Sugar Beet," Ben said, calmly, shaking the towel. "I thought you would want a fresh clean towel." He held the offered towel so that it screened her view of his erection, tenting his robe, but blocked none of his vision of her full frontal nudity, in all its fresh-scrubbed glowing glory. "You are truly beautiful," he said with unbridled admiration.
Sally grabbed the towel as quickly as her stunned reflexes allowed and pulled it toward her, hoping to regain a modicum of modesty. Ben stood, following with it, not letting go of his grip on the corners. "Dad!" She exclaimed, again, but at lower volume, "What are you DOING in here? REALLY!"
Ben closed the gap between them, wrapping the towel around his daughter and pressing his robe against her. "Like I said," he whispered huskily, "I wanted you to have a fresh towel." He pulled her close against his chest and rubbed the terrycloth up and down her bare back, drying her neck, spine and the top half of her ass with slow careful strokes. Sally stood rigid, unsure what to do or say. She liked the feel of his strong hands, but she was upset by the invasion of her privacy and he was, after all, her father.
He hovered his cheeks and mouth near her face. She smelled his aftershave and his sweet peppermint breath. "God!" She thought, "Why am I wanting him to hold me tighter?" Without conscious design, Sally melted against her father's shoulder and hugged him back, running her fingers along his belted waist, kneading the robe covering his taut buttocks. "He's naked, too!" She realized, pulling the hem of the robe up until it was bunched in her hands. She dropped her hands. Suddenly they were covered by the robe and squeezing his bare cheeks. "Did I tell them to do that?" She wondered. Her pussy ached and oozed. "Nnnuuuhh," She groaned, opening her mouth and sucking the navy robe.
