Dylan Marks stood behind the clear glass insert of his front door and watched his daughter get out of the Dubois' car and lean into the passenger door window to chat with her babysitting employers. He waited, trying to think pure thoughts as he watched her perfect teenage ass. From where he stood, had it been anyone else, he'd say she was turned on. And since he'd seen her babysitting charge at his little buddy's house the night before after dropping her off, he was curious to know why she hadn't come home last night. Initially, he'd assumed she'd made up with her ex-boyfriend but now, he was curious. Why would she spend the night at the Dubois' house instead of at home? Or were they in on it? So many questions...
But right now, watching her walk up to the door, he noticed a few things. First of all, she wasn't wearing a bra and those eraser-tip nipples of hers were calling to him, begging to punch through the flimsy material of her halter top. And the crotch of her shorts was dark, like it was wet. But there was a sheen to it, the same sheen he'd felt from his wife's panties after he'd played with her pussy. Looking over Tina's head, he watched the Dubois couple check out his daughter's ass and it all became clear to him. Tina hadn't spent the night at her boyfriend's house, she'd spent it with them. Oh, the doors this opened, he thought as he opened his door for his daughter.
"Welcome home baby," he greeted her with a hug.
"Hi dad. Is mom home?"
"Nope, went to a church meeting. How was babysitting?"
"It was great... really great."
"Really? Cause I saw little Henri over at the Hendersons on my way to the restaurant last night," Mr. Marks said as he slid his hand to his daughter's ass. "He had his sleeping bag and he and his little buddy were getting a tent set up for the night."
"Huh..."
"And didn't you have a bra on last night?" Mr. Marks as he pulled the halter top away from her breasts and looking down into it.
"Dad..."
"It's okay honey. Why don't we go to your bedroom so you can tell me all about it?"
Tina smiled up at her father and leaned her head against his shoulder, "My panties are all wet Daddy," she purred with a seductive smile.
"I don't believe you're wearing any panties," Dylan said, walking up the stairs to Tina's bedroom.
"How did you know daddy?" she asked, leaning heavily into her father's side.
"I can just tell."
In the far too pink flounces of her bedroom, Dylan stopped. Tina's mom loved pink and would have Tina dressed in it all day long. And this room was clear proof of that. And all that pink and those remnants of Tina's childhood...
"Let's go into the guestroom," Tina said, pulling her father along.
With a nod, Dylan followed, barely stopping himself from gently pushing Tina along. In the guestroom, he closed the door and turned the lock. His wife would be gone for three, four hours at the least but just in case, he wanted privacy, no, he needed it. Without a word to each other, Tina closed the drapes that brought in the sunlight and perhaps the unwelcome eyes of neighbors while Dylan moved to the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. He sat on the bed and with a look to his daughter, slapped his knees, inviting her to sit down. She smiled coyly and sat on her father's lap, nestling her ass into his crotch, grinning at his hard on.
"So, where were you last night young lady?"
"At the Dubois..."
"But you weren't babysitting, were you?"
He questioned her sternly, but his hands ran up and down her back, arms, legs and belly, running short of indecency as he waited for her confession.
"No..." she drew out, twitching in his lap, her breath quickening.
"And what were you doing there?"
"Nothing special..."
"Tina," he said, his tone grave, "don't make me ask again."
"I swear, it wasn't anything special Daddy."
"Did Mr. and Mrs. Dubois leave you alone in their home?"
"No."
"And what did you do?"
"They had a little birthday party for me."
"All night?"
"No daddy."
"Just them?"
"Yes daddy."
"Did you have cake?"
"No daddy, they gave me brie and fruit and champagne."
"Champagne? Did you get drunk Tina?"
"No daddy."
"Were you a good girl Tina?"
"No daddy."
"How were you bad baby?"
Sighing, Tina laid her head on Dylan's shoulder and nestled against him, rubbing her nipples into his arm, looping her arm around his neck.
"Daddy, we did things to each other..."
"Did you want to do those things honey?" he asked, leaving his hands on her belly and on her back, one hand with the heel pressing into the underside of her breast and the tips of his fingers rubbing the belt of her shorts, while his other hand was on the edge of sinking into the crack of her buttocks.
"Oh yeah... they're both so hot daddy. I've been wanting them to fuck me for a long time."
"Fuck you?" Dylan asked, sinking both of his hands down, making Tina jerk upright and tremble. "Did they fuck my daughter?"
"Yes daddy."
"Did they fuck you a lot?" he pressed on, both of his index fingers into her very wet pussy.
"Oh yes daddy," she nodded, digging her fingers into his shoulder and arm as pleasure flooded through her.
