What Big Sister Wants

Well, here is the final chapter of this story (or is it?). Sorry it took so long and I hope it is worth the wait. This has been a fascinating story with each part somewhat different from the previous part. I love it when characters take over a story. Mayhap there will be a fourth part on down the road, but it will be a while. Other stories are pressing to be written right at the moment.

As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters exist only within the confines of my head. I look forward to your comments – they have helped spur this story on from a one shot story to a multi-chapter event with perhaps more to come. Enjoy!

When Daddy walked out of the airport terminal, the first thing that struck me about him was how unhappy he looked. Not mad and not quite sad, but like a man carrying a load that is almost too heavy for him and knowing that he was going to be carrying it for the rest of his life. He moved to the edge of the skywalk and gazed up and down the lane looking for Mom. Mom had deliberately not told him that I was going to pick him up. This was a part of my plan.

His eyes passed over me, pausing I think to appreciate the pretty young woman in the skimpy summer dress. He didn't realize it was me until I began waving and bouncing up and down, calling out, "Hi, Daddy!" I can't blame him for not realizing it was me. I was wearing sunglasses and the dress was meant to draw and hold the eye. The hemline of the dress was thigh high, almost like a short tennis skirt and the top was a shell top that left the shoulders bare and bared the upper portions of my 36D breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra and the lightweight material molded itself around my large, perky breasts, leaving no doubt as to the size and condition of my nipples (and at the moment, my nipples were hard and standing out!). I'm sure that as I was jumping, I was giving Daddy a delicious display of jiggling titty flesh! To finish my sexy appearance, I was wearing high heels that really called attention to my long, tanned legs.

Daddy seemed taken aback when he realized that he was staring at his daughter and between my legs, I could feel a sudden bloom of wet warmth. I realized that I really did like the thought of my father regarding me as a sexual being. He crossed the pickup lane to where I was parked and I rushed to him and almost leaping into his arms, gave him a big hug.

"Welcome home, Daddy," I gushed, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and then on the cheek for good measure even as I rubbed myself up against him.

"Thank-thanks, Megan. Um, where is your mother? I thought she was picking me up." Daddy seemed a little perturbed. Daddy was an orderly guy, wanting everything to always go off as planned. Deviations always perturbed him. I wanted to bust out laughing. Poor Daddy – he had no idea what was in store for him!

"Mom had to go upstate to a fabric place and will be back tomorrow. She took Danny with her," I said as I opened the rear door of the station wagon. I posed prettily for him as he tossed his bags in the back. Winking saucily at my father, I added, "I guess you're stuck with me tonight, Daddy."

Daddy was trying to ogle me without appearing to be ogling and just grunted back, "Well, she could have called."

"Well, something big came up, I guess and she needed to give it her full attention," I replied. It was the truth. The something big was Danny's cock and I was sure that Mom was giving it her full attention in a motel on the outskirts of town! I squelched any thoughts of jealousy by focusing on my new obsession – the seduction of Daddy!

I asked Daddy if he wanted to drive home, but he said he was tired. I unlocked his door and then climbed in. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me as I carefully climbed behind the wheel. My dress slipped upwards, showing off my tan thighs and when I was settled, I knew that the hem was just a hair short of showing Daddy my lacy white panties. I hooked up my seat belt, aware that the pressure from the strap was also tugging on my shell top downwards, exposing more of my titties.

"I'm glad your home, Daddy. I've missed you," I said, reaching over and patting him on the thigh. "It's been a long time since it was just you and me."

"Yeah," Daddy mumbled as he continued to stare at me. His face was flushed a little. "I'm sorry." He was silent for a little while. "I was thinking while I was at that conference that I don't spend enough time with you and your brother and..." Daddy paused and sighed. "And your mom. I reckon I need to do something about that."

I studied Daddy as I drove us home. Dad was fifty-four years old. He was a little paunchy, but not bad for his age. He was five foot, eleven inches tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. He worked out once a blue moon, but golfed a lot, never using a cart, but walking the course to get his exercise. Daddy's hair was a salt and pepper mix that I thought was very attractive.

"Well, tonight there is no work, just you and me, getting to know each other again. Y'know, I'm not the little girl you used to tuck into bed and check under the bed for the boogey-man. I'm all grown up now!"

Daddy stared openly at me now. "Yes you are – a grown up woman." He shook his head. "You remind me so much of your mother at your age."

"Really?" I replied.

"Yes. She was maybe a year older than you are now when we first met. She came in as a temp secretary at the firm I worked for in the old days." Daddy leaned back in his seat and smiled. "I remember the first time I saw your Mom. She was wearing a green sweater and a red, plaid miniskirt."

"Oooh, was it love or lust at first sight?" I said teasingly, winking at him again.

Daddy's face got a little redder. "Well, love, I suppose – hell, it was lust. I knew I wanted your mother from the second I met her."

"Mmm, my Daddy – the ladies man!" I cooed. "So, how long did it take you to nail Mom?"

Daddy jerked as if I'd pinched him. "Megan! You shouldn't talk like that – that's not appropriate."

I shrugged (not unaware that doing so gave my breasts a nice, enticing bounce), and said, "Hello? All grown up now, remember. I know about sex and fucking, Daddy. I was just curious as to how you and Mom got together."

Daddy had jerked again when I used the word 'fuck.' I thought he was going to clam up, but I had a sense that maybe Daddy needed to – no, wanted to talk about Mom and himself. Maybe Mom was wrong in that Daddy was just not interested anymore. I tried to urge him on. "C'mon, Daddy – spill the family secrets. I know you weren't an angel when you were single. Lord knows Granny Simmons talked about what an incorrigible young man you were until you settled down with Mom."

Daddy snorted. "That first day I met your mother, we, um – went out for drinks afterward, she invited me back to her place for dinner and well – we made love for the first time that night."

"On the first date!" I gushed, trying not to laugh! "You fucked Mom on your first date?"

Daddy's face was now a deep, dark red. Embarrassed, Daddy shrugged and said, "Well, your Mom was and is a beautiful, sexy woman. I can't believe any man in his right mind would say no to your mother. I sure didn't and we've been together ever since."

"Aww, that's sweet, Daddy. Tell me more about you and Mom."

Daddy laughed and said, "Well, I don't know if there's all that much to say, Megan. Your Mother and I dated for a year, we lived together for two more years and then we got married after your mother got pregnant." Daddy grinned at me and added, "Pregnant with you." He stared out the window for a minute and then continued. "Your mother was the horniest thing when she was pregnant. We were wild lovers before that, but when she was carrying you and later pregnant with your sister and your brother, your Mom was like a rabbit. She about wore me out!"

It was my turn to blush. I hadn't been prepared for Daddy to be so forthright. I wondered if he was just unconsciously responding to my seductive flirting or if it was something more – he had seemed so serious and maybe lonely when I saw him walking out of the airport terminal. All I could of to say in reply was, "Wow!" The rest of the drive home was mostly silence as I tried to decide how to proceed.

I helped Daddy carry his bags upstairs to his bedroom. He stood there and looked around the empty room. He had an odd look on his face and he sniffed the air two or three times. I felt my face burning as I wondered if he could smell the aroma of sex. In the seven days since he'd been gone, most of Mom's Danny's and my waking hours had been spent in one or another's bedroom, fucking like there was no tomorrow. We'd aired out the rooms, but still...maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could sense a hint of semen and cunt cream in the air.

"Daddy, I know you're bushed. Why don't you unpack while I run you a hot bath? You can take a long soak while I take care of dinner."

"That sounds nice, Megan," Daddy replied. He turned and regarded me, openly staring at his daughter.

I decided to remind him of how much of a woman I had become and hugged him again, taking a long time to unwind my arms from around his neck after grinding myself against him. "I'm so glad you're home, Daddy," I whispered in his ear. "I love you."

Daddy sighed as he didn't shy away from my body pressing against his. "I love you too, Megan." He watched me walk to the door where I turned back and smiled at him. He shook his head with a smile and said softly, "So much like your mother." I shivered just a little as I realized that there was more in Daddy's gaze than a father's fond look.

By the time my father was unpacked, I had him a nice bubble bath ran. My parents' bathroom sported a huge stand alone claw footed tub, big enough for two grownups and I was tempted to just be waiting for him, naked and wet in the tub, but resisted the urge. I was determined to seduce Daddy fast, but everything in its own time, right?

I told Daddy that his bath was ready and to climb in and I'd go make him a drink. When I got back with a double Scotch, no ice, Daddy was in the tub, making little contented noises. I handed Daddy his drink, wishing I could see more through the bubbles and wondering what his cock looked like. Mom had said that it was nowhere near the size of Danny's, but I didn't care. In my youthful escapades, I have discovered that every cock has its own charms.

Daddy took a sip and sighed, "Just what the doctor ordered, Megan. I needed this. I am so tense." He sat the drink on the edge of the tub and sank a couple of inches lower into the water.

On impulse, I dropped my hands down to Daddy's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. He started a little, but didn't move away or say anything. "God, Daddy, you are tense!" I said. "Your muscles are all knotted up. Here let me help." I went down on my knees and I began to massage Daddy's shoulders and while I expected a protest, all Daddy did was sigh. His muscles were tight, but I worked at them hard. I made myself a little wetter between my legs by pretending I was some massage parlor whore giving Daddy a businessman's special.

Daddy groaned and softly said, "Your hands feel sooo good, honey!" I kneaded his shoulders for several minutes, pleased that I was making Daddy feel good. Before I thought about it, my hands wandered down to his chest and I rubbed his pectorals, my palms gliding across his small, hard nipples nestled in a tangle of wet chest hair. Daddy groaned happily, "That feels soo good, baby." Daddy stiffened then, and sat up quickly, sloshing water over the rim of the tub as he realized what he had said. "Um – you said something about dinner, Megan? I'm starved."

I sighed, wondering where we might have taken this particular moment. Score one blocked pass to Daddy. Still, I had cards to play. "Right, Daddy. Give me thirty minutes." I stood up, suddenly realizing that Daddy's movement had splashed the front of my dress with water. I grinned to myself and walked around the tub, making my way to the bathroom door. I turned and showed off my wet front to Daddy. Daddy's eyes went wide as he stared at my chest. The water had turned the material all but transparent, my breasts and nipples clearly visible. "You made me wet, Daddy," I purred as I ran my hands over my front. "Shame on you, you naughty Daddy!" I said in the same little girl voice I would use to get him to buy me an ice cream cone or a candy bar. Before he could reply, I fled the room, giggling as I went.

I quickly changed, opting for that naughty Daisy Duke ensemble I had earlier teased Danny with. The tight blue jean shorts felt good digging into my ass cheeks and hugging my aching, sodden pussy tightly. I quickly took care of dinner. I admit I'm a terrible cook, so I ordered us some Chinese takeout and it was delivered promptly.

I called Daddy down to dinner, enjoying his goggle-eyed stares at my sluttish outfit as he descended the stairs. He was wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt and despite his middle-aged paunch, looked very handsome. I took his arm, allowing my breast, already overflowing the halter top to brush against his arm as I walked us into the dining room.

I had laid out two place settings at the dinner table and had lit some candles to give us some atmosphere. I poured us some wine and we sat down to eat. Daddy loves Chinese food and he went at it with gusto. When he slowed down, we began to chat, discussing my going to school out west and how my sister was doing in the air force.

Finally, I took a sip of wine and decided to make a move. "Daddy, can I ask you a question?"

Daddy smiled at me and replied, "Sure, Megan, ask away."

I leaned forward, emphasizing my cleavage and said, "You know, you were talking about you and Mom being wild lovers. I can remember that. When I was little, I don't know how many times I woke up in the middle of the night hearing you making Mom scream. I wasn't scared, because Mom told me that's how Mommies and Daddies make babies and show each other how much they loved each other."

Dad blanched. "Megan, I don't think we should be talking like this."

I shook my head. "No, its important, Daddy. I – I mean, you two don't fuck like you used to. I don't remember the last time I heard you fuck Mom to an orgasm. Don't you love each other anymore?"

Dad almost spilled his wine as he grabbed the glass and drained it. "Megan, this is none of your business."

"But it is, Daddy. You guys are my parents and if something's wrong, me and Danny and Karen have a right to know. Don't you find Mom sexy anymore?"

"Of course I do! I love your mom – it's just – I don't want to talk about it."

Daddy started to scoot his chair back, but I was out of mine first and was in front of him before he finished standing up. I grabbed him by both wrists and looked him in the eye. "Please, Daddy. Let me help. Talk to me!" I pressed my argument by simply pressing myself against Daddy's chest. My breasts pillowed out against his chest and I hugged him. "Please, Daddy. I love you and I just want to help you."

We stood silently for a long minute. Daddy's arms went tight around me and I was sure I felt a throb against my thigh. "I love you too, Megan," Daddy whispered. "But there's nothing you can do for me. Honey, your Dad just got old." As if admitting it made it so, Daddy let me go and slumped back into his chair. He looked so sad, that I felt guilty for my naughty plans, but I realized I could help him – and Mom.

I knelt down in front of him, well aware I was giving him a bird's eye view of my breasts. "Tell me, Daddy. What do you mean?"

Daddy breathed heavy, staring at me. I was wondering what was wrong. I rested my chin on his right knee, putting me at eye level with his crotch. I expected to see more evidence that I was getting through to him, but there was nothing. "Daddy?"

Daddy took a deep sigh and then said, "I love your mother, Megan. I know she's gone way beyond reason to excite me. She set up that romantic weekend when we visited you in the spring. She has tried to make herself more attractive to me – Lord, you don't know..." His voice trailed off and I knew what Daddy was thinking of.

"You mean like when she shaved her pussy for you?"

Daddy's jaw dropped in surprise. "You know about that?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mom told me. Didn't Mom's bald pussy turn you on?"

Dad groaned and rocked back and forth. "Oh God, yes! But I couldn't get it – I'm impotent." A sob broke loose from his chest and I almost cried for my father. "I've been to the doctor. I've got bottles of Viagra and other things in my medicine cabinet. It works for a moment, but my mind wanders. I worry about work and things and getting old and losing your mother. Then things – things just stop working." Daddy fell silent again, looking like his life was over.

I stood up and said, "It's okay, Daddy. I think I can help you."

My father looked up at me and sighed. "How?"

"Do you trust me, Daddy?"

Daddy looked confused. "Of course I do, honey, but how...?"

I pulled Daddy to his feet. "Daddy, I want you to go and take one of those little blue pills right now." I handed him my glass of wine, still half full. "Go into the living room and wait for me. Make yourself comfortable."

Daddy looked at me with fear and confusion. "One of my pills? Oh, Megan, there is no way you and I – NO!" He pushed away from me, his hand falling on my mostly exposed breast.

I clasped my hand tightly against Dad's, holding it to my tit. "Do what I say, Daddy. Do it for me. Do it for Mom. Do it for yourself." I leaned in and kissed him, catching him off guard. He kept his lips clamped and I had to be satisfied with rolling my tongue over his closed lips. "I love you, Daddy. Let me help," I implored him. "Go take your pill, Daddy and go to the living room. I'll be back down in a little while."

I kissed Daddy again. His resolve was weakening a little. I kissed him and he kissed me back, mouth still closed and I felt his hand tighten on my breast. "Do it for me, Daddy." I whispered and pulled away from him. I could feel cool air on my nipple and realized without looking down that my right tit had spilled out of the halter top. I did not try and fix it. I walked backwards away from Daddy, letting him see my breast. "Do what I ask, Daddy. You won't be sorry," I whispered.

I turned and hurried upstairs. I squirmed out of my shorts, amazed at how wet the almost worn out crotch was with my juices. I jumped in the shower for a quick freshening up. I found myself getting really excited. I had imagined simply teasing Dad until he was ready to rape me, but all of a sudden, I found myself more excited by the prospect of being the one to revive my father's libido. And you know, it never occurred to me that I couldn't do it!

Twenty minutes later I was easing my way back down stairs, now dressed in the very negligee that Mom and I had joked about a week or so before. Not transparent, but very revealing. I paused at the living room door, wondering what I would do if Daddy wasn't there. I hadn't heard the station wagon start up, but he still could have fled the house. I took a deep breath and stepped into the living room.

And there my Daddy sat. He was in his favorite overstuffed leather chair, a drink in his hand. I had to smile. Daddy looked like a kid about to embark on his first date. "Daddy? Are you ready for me, Daddy?" I said softly as I entered. I stopped about five feet in front of Daddy. I wanted him to have a good look at his little girl, now all grown up.

Daddy's eyes roamed over my scantily clad body. The plunging neckline put most of my breasts on display, my hard nipples outlined clearly as they pressed against the silky material and the short hem barely covered my crotch. "What do you think, Daddy? Do you think I'm pretty?"