"Heya, toots, what's up?" Karli quipped as she walked into my room. She must have immediately sensed something was on my mind, because she tossed her purse aside and sat on the corner of the bed and looked at me with concern. "Everything alright?"
"Well, yes," I said somewhat hesitantly. "Nothing is wrong wrong, but I have an issue on my hands and I am not sure how to resolve it."
"Well, go on, anything I can do to help. You know that!" she said, smiling.
"This... is really awkward for me to talk about, even with you," I admitted, clasping my hands in my lap.
"Oh, fuckballs, you're not pregnant, are you?" Karli gasped, her eyes going wide.
"No no no," I said with a trace of irritation, waving dismissively. "I said nothing is really wrong."
"Sorry," she said simply. "Go on."
I took a deep breath. "You know how I'm worried about my dad, right?"
Karli nodded. "We both are. Everyone wants to see him happy and he might be fooling most people, but not you and I."
"He deserves to be happy," almost griped. "He's the nicest guy anywhere."
"Well he
is
Canadian, so he's kinda cheating there," she quipped. I just sighed and continued. "I... I may have come across him naked the other day."
A sly grin grew across Karli's face and she began to giggle. "Oh shit," she said mirthfully. "You saw that titanic dick of his, didn't you?"
"How do you know about my dad's cock?" I demanded, compelling her to make a placating motion with her hand.
"Relax, it's all good. I overheard my father talking on the phone one day about seeing your dad changing in the locker room down at the gym. He was loudly talking about the fact that it was the biggest shlong he'd ever seen in his life."
In spite of myself, I giggled. "Given that your dad used to be gay before he met your mom, I guess he knows what he's talking about."
"Yeah, I think my dad's jealous, he doesn't really have a shlong, he has more of a... shlort."
We giggled together at the jest. Karli's dad was Vietnamese, her mother black, so Karli referred to herself as 'blasian'. Despite any deficiencies in her father's cock size, however, he and her mom had bred a smoking hot daughter that I counted as my best friend and loved to fuck. Karli's skin was a warm brown, as were her almost almond-shaped eyes. Her long, jet black hair had just enough kink to it to become wavy and beautiful to play with, thick and full, with tea-coloured highlights. Her breasts were nicely sized, looking large because of her small frame. She had a tiny waist, great legs and a muscular butt. Even her nose was cute as a button. Her eyes danced with excitement when she was talking about a subject that interested her.
"Annnnd, I might as well make a small confession here," she said, looking at the bed and blushing, something her skin colour only barely allowed. "I haven't seen it, but..."
"But..." I pressed.
"I... well, one of the reasons I like hugging your dad is because I can feel how big it is through his pants." Karli confessed. "Like when I was over the other day? Yeah, totally used that opportunity to cop a feel."
My eyes went wide. I didn't know whether to slap her wrist for being naughty or give her an award for her daring-do. "I don't even know what to say to that." I muttered.
"Nothing, there was no harm done," she pointed out. "Not like he notices, and we'd both done it to boys before to check out how big they might be."
"Yes, but this is my dad." I said somewhat emphatically.
"Who you have now seen naked." Karli said, as if completing a sentence I had started. "So what? It's almost unavoidable in families to see one another naked at some time or another. Did you ever see your mom naked?"
"That was different," I said reasonably. "She was my mom, we went to spas together, changed at the gym and showered together... hell, we even skinny-dipped a few times together up at the cottage."
"Then what's the big deal?" she asked, before giggling when she realized what the answer was. "When did you see his dick, anyway?
Now it was my turn to blush. "I... I saw him in his shower."
She tilted her head in confusion. "Buuut, the shower is in his bedroom and the glass is all that special treated shit and ohhhh my God, you spied on him, didn't you?"
I blushed brighter than a a lobster as I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded.
Karli adjusted herself on the bed, sat back on her hands and grinned. "You little perv. So, did you like what you saw?"
"I don't really think that's the point." I murmured. "He's my dad."
"And he's a total hunk," my friend declared. "I'd fuck him in a New York minute."
"I pinched my eyes. "That's all well and good for you, Karli, but the problem is, I think I would too."
She was silent for a moment before looking at me intently. "Go on."
"I... heard him showering and decided to take a peek. Not even sure why, really, I just seemed compelled. I was looking around the corner of his door and then I... saw it."
"And you were blown away," Karli mused. "Did you begin doing yourself while you watched? Wouldn't blame you."
"Yes, but... not until after he began trying to jack off in the shower."
"Ooh, mutual masturbation," Karli purred. "So you- wait. Did you say
tried
to jack off?"
I nodded, realizing how bad that sounded.
She screwed up her face. "Oh,
please
don't tell me he's got a bum dong. That would-"
"No," I said flatly, cutting her off. "It's not that. I just think he misses my mom so bad that he can't let himself do it, you know? He tried, had a huge erection and then just gave up. And he was so frustrated, I could tell. I feel so bad for him."
Karli said nothing for a few moments, the notion of my dad's distress and loneliness obviously bothering her. I sat still, knees to my chest and let her ponder what I was saying. "He's really gotta be hurtin'."
I nodded. "He won't date, not at all, and he just says he's too busy to do it. But he won't work out either, he won't write. He's just so lost unless he's looking after everyone else and pretending to be okay."
"And he's hurting so bad he can't even crank one out," she murmured. "We have to get him laid."
"I told you, he won't date." I iterated.
"Then it's up to us," she said simply. "We're going to fuck your dad."
I'm not sure my eyes could have been any wider. "I... Karli, even for you, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard. I mean, it's one thing for me to have a momentary fantasy about having sex with my dad, but seriously... incest? Like fuck him and be his lover?"
She shrugged. "That's
your
problem, white girl, not mine. He isn't my father."
"And if I suddenly wanted to fuck your dad?" I demanded.
She gestured to the door. "You know where I live, although I don't know why you'd want to- he's short and has crooked teeth. Your dad's a dreamboat, girl. Didn't you ever hear the girls in school talking about him? Or the gay guys? Even the female teachers wanted him and envied your mom."
I clapped my hands over my ears, more as a gesture of my distress than any serious attempt to not listen. "You're fucking nuts! I can't sleep with my dad!"
Karli shrugged and sat back, looking at me pointedly. "Well let's hear your ideas then, because I'm all out. Your dad's the nicest guy I know and he needs help. I'm waiting."
I looked at her in exasperation. "You can't... I... we can't just... what makes you think he'd even remotely agree to anything this insane?"
"So we seduce him," she said simply. "And no, I don't mean get him shit-faced and take advantage of him while he's drunk. He has to want us. So we'll tease him until he can't say no and then he let's out all that built-up tension and sexual frustration on us."
Her words gave me pause. "I... if he hasn't jerked off since mom died, he's gonna be really pent up, isn't he?"