Feelin' Frisky
"Ugh, I hate algebra." Amanda grumbled. She'd been staring at the various math formulas for so long, that the numbers were all starting to merge together and become entirely new figures and symbols. Like hieroglyphics, even. "I don't know anybody that uses algebra after they finished high school. Why am I studying this shit, anyway?"
The pretty teen sighed, before she decided that enough was enough. After setting her worksheet in her math book as a bookmark, she closed the book up and slid it to the edge of her mattress. Amanda didn't stop there, however. Much more slowly, she kept sliding the book past the edge, until it finally lost its balance and tumbled down to the carpet.
"Oops." She said, before she turned first to her side, and next on her back.
Amanda stared up at the soft white paint of the ceiling, wondering what an eighteen year-old girl like her could do on an otherwise lame Tuesday afternoon. The good thing was that she could go out of the house anytime she wanted to. Not only had her former boyfriend Malo been restricted from coming over and harassing her, but the latest rumor was that the dummy had already violated his parole. There was a good chance that jerk had was back behind bars again.
"Good riddens!" She said.
Malo had been problematic ever since she'd started going out with him. The only reason she'd been interested in him at all was because he was a big and intimidating guy. Oh, and also because her friends at school were sure to become jealous that Amanda had landed him. Her friends had become jealous all right, but Malo's increasingly bad attitude had not been worth the trouble.
"He's gone!" Amanda said with a smirk. "Time to find a new boyfriend!"
She had one in mind, too. He was big and brawny, and handsome. He had this huge telephone pole of a cock that she'd been dying to get her hands on for that last couple of months. One problem, though: this dream guy just happened to be her father.
"Daddy, why aren't you home?" She lamented, still staring up at the ceiling. "I haven't seen you since last week!"
Amanda well recalled that one time a couple of weeks ago, when her family had shuttled her around all over the place thanks to stupid Malo. She and her dad had gone over to use the pool at Melinda's apartment. They had gotten pretty frisky once they'd gone back inside. Her dad almost fucked her, she remembered. He had been that close! Again!
"Oooh, you're so lucky you're not home right now, daddy." She groaned.
Amanda pushed the pillow further away from the bed, and put her head down flat on the mattress. Her door was cracked open by a couple of inches. She imagined her father pushing it open and coming in to pay her a visit in her bedroom. She imagined him taking off his clothes in front of her. In her mind, her father was giving her what she wanted.
"Daddy..." She murmured, as she closed her eyes and took the scene even further with her vivid imagination.
Amanda slid her hands up the soft length of her skimpy white blouse. She cupped her breasts, while pretending it was her father's hands feeling her up. Amanda squeezed her shapely B cups together through her lacy white bra, as she remembered how her dad had touched her that day at Melinda's place. Next, she slid her hands down her sides, past the short length of denim skirt that clung to her hips. The teen didn't stop until her fingers and palms were streaking across her thighs.
Amanda pulled her skirt closer to her waist, exposing her white panties. She rubbed herself over the material, before she decided to take things even further. She didn't pay any mind to her door being cracked open, as she drew her panties aside and inserted a finger into her wanting body.
The enraptured teen tried to imagine her father's huge tool inside of her, but it came out all wrong. Her finger was short and skinny, while her father's cock was as big as her can of hair spray. The horny teen couldn't even play with her pussy any more, because she was so obsessed with her father! Amanda quickly put her panties and skirt back into place, when she heard the sound of the TV being turned on.
"Who's there?" She called out, loud enough to be heard through half the house.
"It's just me." Her brother Frankie's voice carried back to her.
Her older brother had been coming by often, as he'd been trying to avoid that bitch wife of his, Carmela. In fact, Carmela had stopped by a couple of times, too. She always looked irate after discovering that Frankie wasn't around or had barely left.
Amanda didn't give a shit. Carmela deserved what she was getting for having cheated on her brother so much. Sooner or later, that bitch would get the hint that Frankie didn't love her anymore. Besides, Frankie had some little white girl on the side now.
For a moment, Amada wondered if Frankie had brought this new chick over, and was even now making out with her in the living room. That would be fun to watch, wouldn't it? More fun that doing her stupid homework, anyway.
"Hey, Frankie?" She called out.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Who's with you?"
"Oh, just Junior." Frankie informed her. "Hey, I've got an extra hamburger here, and a soda too. I was saving it for Jenny, but I'm not going to see her until tonight. It's yours if you want it."
A burger didn't sound bad, the sexy teen thought. She rolled off the bed and started the short stroll down the hallway. Amanda had been so worked up over her dad that she'd pushed one very important fact to the back of her mind. That fact was that she'd gotten screwed by both of her brothers! And oooh, she was feeling so frisky right now. Maybe, she thought, she could get one of them to give her a good hump, because she really needed one!
Amanda walked into the living room, observing that only Frankie was in there. Her handsome older brother was sitting on the couch and clicking through the TV channels. When Frankie saw her, he used the remote to point at a burger, soda and fries that had been segregated from the rest of his food.
"You can have that." He said, as he munched down on some fries.
"Where's Junior?" She asked.
Frankie motioned toward the kitchen, where the front door was. "He went into the rec. room for a nap. We didn't get in until pretty late last night."
"And why is that?"
"Oh, I introduced him to a friend of Jenny's. They hit it off pretty well."
Amanda snatched up her bag of fries and tasted one. It was decent. "You should have taken me. I was bored out of my mind last night."
