Ch, 1. The Seed Is Planted
Chantelle woke slowly from a dreamy sleep. She didn't wish to waken, she wanted to keep frolicking with the fluffy bunnies in that soft meadow of pansies and clover.
Slowly however the fog of dream memory settled in and her sky blue eyes fluttered open to streams of morning sunlight that filtered through the lace curtains of her bedroom.
Chantelle threw back the covers then reclined again on the soft down comfort of her mattress, she raised her knees and picked up her mobile phone from the bedside cupboard. "I wonder what Christine has planned today" she mused to herself.
At that moment Chantelle's father Danial walked past her bedroom, he glanced in as he went past her doorway, did a double take with his head and stopped in the hall. Quickly deciding he needed something in the linen cupboard he turned to the cupboards doors and opened the right hand side.
The cupboard door opened adjacent to Chantelle's bedroom door and Danial furtively looked through the slats of the door at his daughter laying on her bed.
As he stared he chastised himself mentally for spying on his daughter but could not deny the enjoyment, his arousal stirring as he took in the soft pink split peach of his daughters vulva between her raised legs.
He started suddenly as his wife's hand encircled his waist. Janice looked past his shoulder through the slats. When her eyes focused she slipped her left hand down below her husbands waist and felt the flesh firming beneath her hand.
Danial froze in place and glanced at his wife whose eyes flashed before she turned and walked away.
Feeling like a pervert Danial quietly closed the cupboard door and followed where Janice had gone.