Lock down blues Chapter 2
© Road07Dog ©
All characters over eighteen.
A continuation from chapter one. Any comments Gratefully received love it or hate it let me know.
Once our shower was finished, we went to our bedroom, and got dressed there, third pair of underpants for me for the day, damn washings going to extensive for Sue tomorrow, but what the hell.
"How long before dinner is ready?" Asked Sue.
"About another hour or so."
"I think I'm going to read some more." She smiled softly.
"Me too." I left her to it, and went down to the living room, picking up my phone and checking out the newest stories, just to see what was around.
I have only been there a few minutes when Sarah came in, I looked at her and smiled.
"Enjoy the show?" I asked.
"Damned right."
"How did Dan react? I know he was watching."
"He rushed off to his room, looking for socks again I think." She smiled, pushed my phone out of the way and sat down in my lap.
"He wasn't the only one jacking off, though was he?"
"God no, I barely made it to my room before I was cuming all over the place."
"You do have a certain fragrance about you." I laughed, sliding my hand up her shirt, until I reached her soft breast.
"Behave Dad," she said, "save it until later."
"I could still help you get off you know."
"What's made you so horny suddenly?"
"Your perfume."
"Damn, my pussy is dripping just thinking about it. I'm not sure I can wait until after dinner, I think I'm just going to break into Dan's room and rape him."
"That would be wrong, you know that."
"Fucking him is fine?"
"I suppose, but forcing him is not, unless that is how he likes it. And that would have to be established clearly before anything happens at all. Do you understand?"
"Yes daddy." She said wriggling in my lap, this was not helping. "Oh, hello daddy." She whispered into my ear as my dick got hard beneath her.
"Damn girl you really know how to turn a guy on."
"As do you daddy."
"Guy or girl?"
"Bit of both I think, Dan was definitely enjoying the show, he had his hand in his shorts."
"And you'd have had your hand in your knickers if you'd been wearing any."
"But I wasn't."
"So was he watching us, or you?"
"Bit of both really, I think he stopped trying to peek at me a year or so ago."
"Why was that?"
"It was no challenge."
"I knew where he was going to be and when, so I got off getting him hot."
"You really are a bad girl."
"But in a good way?"
"Certainly."
"What you reading?"
"Pretty much like your mother, and what I was watching, though filtering these stories isn't as easy as the videos."
"If you don't like a story you can always find something else."
"Yes but once I invested the time and effort in reading some of it, I generally want to carry on. It's nothing like video."
"So it doesn't give that instant hit, but it is still better?"
"Pretty much. How'd you get to be so smart?"
"I think it's in my genes." She smiled and wriggled some more.
"I can tell that you're not wearing jeans, not wearing much of anything really."
"You like the way I feel though, don't you?"
"Of course, so long as you don't make a mess on my clean shorts, I'm on my third pair of undies for today already."
"That's because you're so old that you piss yourself all the time." She grinned and wriggled some more.
"Sit still bitch."
"Why you like it? Or at least part of you does."
"That's the part with no brain."
"That's sometimes the best bit."
"I think you ought to get off me before you leave a snail trail."
"Oh, dad. That's horrid." Sarah did get off, there was a small damp patch where she had been sitting. Whether it was me or her that caused it was unclear.
"How long until dinner?" She asked.
"Maybe half an hour, I suggest you put some more clothes on."
"Why?"
"There will be a card game to get people naked, the more clothes you are wearing the better your chances of not being first to be naked."
"OK, I'll go and get some on."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm horny as hell, and I want a cock in me, I'd really like it to be yours, but Dan will do if that's the way the dice fall."
"Let's hope you get your wish." I smiled, and she laughed softly as she walked away. From my place on the sofa I was low enough to see the cheeks of her ass as she went out of the door, delightfully tight and rolling one against the other, this did nothing to help with the swelling in my shorts.
I returned to the story of an older man and his young niece, his sisters' daughter, perhaps even his own child, the timing of the birth had made the date of conception uncertain. The brother in law was certain the girl was his child, the main character equally certain of the same thing. Sometime families can get so complicated.
I thought for a moment of Sue and her family, her brothers were a year older and a year younger. Perhaps there is some history there. Maybe we'll find out in time. I didn't really think that anything could have been going on with her brothers, the younger was still underage when we got married, and the older was away at university most of the time. But she definitely a randy bitch back then, much like Sarah, so who can tell.
Thinking and reading were not helping the swelling in the pants, so I went into the kitchen to start the rest of dinner. Potatoes peeled and carrots from the freezer, nothing easier, pan's to bubbling and then back to the reading. As I sat down on the sofa, I checked the damp patch on my shorts, it had completely dried, and there was no stain to be seen.
I loaded the page into my phone and thought, 'Damn this stuff is addictive.' That didn't stop me reading, nor did it stop my cock getting hard again. I looked down and frowned. I'm over forty not some damned teenager, something is not right here, but I don't think I'll complain. After another hot encounter between the uncle/father daughter/niece I went back into the kitchen.
Checked the casserole and thickened it up a little, the taste was just right. It only took a couple of minutes to mash the potatoes and serve everything onto the plates, glasses filled with wine and placed on the table, plates moved to the table and then I called everyone down to dinner. The girls were there in a heartbeat, and Dan not that far behind. We all took our places at the small dining table; Dan raised his eyebrows at the presence of the wine glasses but wasn't going to question them. He tasted the wine and the look on his face showed that he wasn't sure about the taste. He swirled the glass then tried again, it was a little sharp and tannic, but an Australian red is bound to be, full of flavour though. 'I bet he drinks fruit cider.' I thought to myself and laughed softly. Everyone was eating slower than they normally would, more chance to drink the wine, I filled the glasses before they were empty, I had to open the second bottle of red, but Sue was still on her first bottle. Finally the food was finished.
"Don't rush off there are some things we need to talk about." I said. The girls already knew, but Dan was a little surprised, talking not something we generally do, hopefully that was about to change. "Just give me a minute." I collected the plates and took them to the kitchen then returned with the vodka, four shot glasses and a pack of cards. By the time I'd filled the glasses and past them out, the vodka bottle was covered in frost. I lifted the glass to my lips and said, "Nostrovia." I knocked the shot down and placed the glass on the table. The others did the same. Sarah almost chocked on the frozen vodka.
"What's that mean?" Asked Dan.
"It's polish, like the vodka and means cheers."
"So what do we need to talk about?" Asked Sue.
"We're stuck in this house going not so slowly crazy." I said. "We sit in our rooms doing our lonely thing. We are a family and should be together in this crap that the world has forced on us. We should not be alone. Humans are not designed to be alone, well most of us aren't we need people, we need to interact, we need to love and be loved. This prison they have confined us in is going to kill us unless we adapt to this situation."
"You could be right." Said Sue, I smiled at her.
"We are spending too much time alone." Said Sarah. I looked at Dan. He stared at the table. I poured four more shots. "Nostrovia."