Family Flirt

A thrill went through my body as my dad spanked my butt, yet I tried to keep calm. I kept telling myself, "Mom is just inside, keep cool, Brooke." Yet I found it completely impossible. Just after lunch I found an excuse to visit my room. I peeled off my bra, and then put my light tee back on. I wanted my dad to see my breasts, and after what he had said earlier, I knew he wanted to look too.

We painted for another couple hours, and I liberally bent over to show Dad my breasts. I wished I had worn a short skirt to display my legs right up to my panties, but that would have been going too far with Mom nearby. Dad received more than an eyeful, but I always gazed towards the wall as to not let him know I was flaunting myself, giving him a free look.

Mom came out at about 5:30 and told Dad they should be heading home. Pops and I reluctantly acquiesced, and we washed our brushes without squirting one another. I saw Dad's eyes wander to my breasts from time to time, which excited me immensely.

Mom suggested I take the first shower, which I did with relish. As the water poured down my body, I rubbed myself all over. I felt naughty as I came with both my parents so close down the hall. Once again, as I left the bathroom, I stole all the towels and threw them in my closet.

I went to my room and put on a silky pink pajama set, cute with just a hint of sexy. I joined my mom and dad in the kitchen, but was sure they had no idea I was not wearing panties or a bra.

Mom instructed Dad to take his shower, but as he left I piped up, "Dad, I washed all the towels today. Give me a shout and I'll bring you one when you're done."

He looked at me like I had two heads, but he soon turned and walked towards the bathroom. As I sat with my mom, I honestly couldn't keep still. I was giddy at the thought that I might actually see my dad's cock right under my mother's nose.

Minutes later, I heard the bang as dad shut off the water. Mom said, "I think he's done, sweetheart." With that I went to the basement to retrieve a fresh, warm towel from the dryer.

I walked to the bathroom and said, "Here's your towel, Daddy."

Like before, I saw a hand reach out of the barely open door.

I leaned in and said, "Show me."

"Christ, your mom is here," he responded under his breath from behind the door.

I softly reiterated, "Show me."

The door slowly opened, and I saw my dad lean his head out to look towards the kitchen. His hands were over his groin, and I couldn't help but look down upon them. Once again, I uttered, "Show me."

Daddy moved his hands away from his crotch, and I once again had an unencumbered view of his impressive cock. I stared blatantly for a while, before he stared into my eyes and said, "Show me."

I looked down the hall to my left to ensure my mom couldn't see, then I stepped forward just into the bathroom to hide myself from her eyes if she wandered down the hall. With that, I lifted my pajama top above my breasts, displaying them for my dad.

I was certain we were just in looking mode and was surprised when my dad's hands touched my exposed breasts. I sucked in my breath as I tried to keep composed; yet when his fingers began manipulating my nipples I was close to losing it. I threw my head back, basking in Daddy's touch, but fought to regain my composure, knowing Mom was no more than thirty feet away. When I finally looked down, my eyes were instantly drawn to Daddy's groin. His cock was no longer flaccid, but rock hard and far larger than anything I'd ever experienced.

I was mesmerized. I couldn't help it as my right hand wandered up to his crotch as if on its own. My palm cupped it from underneath, and I slowly began to stroke up and down its impressive length. It felt so amazing in my hand, so hot and hard, I just had to rub it. I wanted him to give him just a measure of the pleasure he was giving me.

Only seconds later, my mom called from the kitchen, "Everything okay out there, Brooke?" We rapidly moved apart as if the spell cast upon us had been broken.

While I sat with my mom at the table, I could still feel my dad's hard cock burning in my hand. When dad finally entered the room, I could feel my cheeks flush, but I tried to remain as calm as possible while my insides churned. My eyes wandered to my dad, and I felt t a deep desire in the pit of my stomach. Very simply, I never wanted anything more in my entire life. I looked towards my mom, and felt immensely guilty, but not enough to stem my burning desire.

As before, no sooner had my parents left the house when I was on my back in bed with my PJ's cast aside. I fingered myself with abandon, thinking about my father's hard cock driving in and out of me. As I rubbed, I imagined Dad's hands upon my nipples once more, while my hand danced over his impressive cock. My mouth was watering as I dreamed about taking his prick into my waiting mouth. I came hard, but kept on strumming my loins until I came again. I was nowhere near satiated, but fell asleep nude after a long, hard day of work.

I awoke late in the evening, and was still hot. In the darkness of my room, I began stroking myself once more. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered, as my fingers toyed with my over-heated sex. I came with a gush before I quietly fell asleep once more.

Work was difficult the next week as I found my mind wandering to thoughts of my father. I eagerly anticipated my parents visit the coming weekend, well, my dad's anyway. Each night I rubbed myself to sweet oblivion before I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke early on Saturday morning, anticipating my parent's arrival. I wore the same scooped neck blouse I had worn before, but matched it with an old pair of cut off shorts I hadn't worn in years. They were sexy, but I hoped Mom would think they were worthy of getting paint on and therefore I was justified in wearing them.

When my parents arrived, I saw Dad's eyes wander over my body, which instantly made me hot. His gaze appeared to linger on both my breasts and legs, which is what I was hoping for when I picked the outfit. Unfortunately, Mom had finished most of the inside work and decided that today was the day she was going to begin working on my gardens. I had been dreaming of flirting with my dad, but with Mom so close I kept a safe distance. From the look in his eyes, I could see Dad was disappointed as well, but what could we do?

After lunch Mom told me we were going to the local garden center to buy some new plants. I asked if Dad was coming, but she said he could paint while we shopped. She seemed to think I needed a break, but apparently Dad didn't need one. Before we left, Dad pulled off his shirt and asked, "Honey, could you please put some sunscreen on my back?" I think he was actually talking to me, but Mom went right to him and applied the lotion which candidly made me insanely jealous.

While we browsed the aisles of the nursery, I found it hard to concentrate on the lovely plants as my mind was clearly elsewhere. I really wanted to be home with Dad, but tried to appear as interested as possible with the task at hand. Mom picked out a number of flowers, and insisted on paying for them before we headed home. I should have been extremely grateful, but instead found myself amazingly annoyed with my mother.

When we pulled into my driveway, Dad was still shirtless and painting atop a ladder. Mom and I unloaded the car, but my eyes kept wandering towards Dad's sexy body. Did my mom have any idea how lucky she was, I wondered?

Mom made a big show of laying out the plants, and I had to diligently follow her and support her decisions. I kept saying things like, "That looks great," and tried to keep my eyes cast downward rather than up towards the ladder with her so close. I loved my mom and all, but I almost felt like she was keeping me away from a treasure that I deserved, which annoyed me to no end.

We worked together in the yard that afternoon, and I tried to be Mom's perfect helper. I kept my bottom always pointed towards my father however, wanting him to see my round derriere, ripe for the plucking. I cast an occasional glance his way and once or twice saw him wipe his brow. Deep inside I hoped it was more from my display rather than the warm weather. Oddly, I felt like both a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time.

I was glad when Mom suggested we all call it a day. Dad was covered in white paint, and Mom and I were equally covered in dirt. Mom wanted to jump right in the shower, but Dad said she always hogged the hot water and should go last. I assumed his intentions were honorable, but after he looked at me and winked I knew he was up to something, the thought of which ratcheted my arousal up another notch.

I showered first, and then put on a worn old tee shirt and a short denim skirt. I went braless, but chose a pair of skimpy black panties to complete my outfit. Mom didn't seem to notice my unencumbered breasts as Dad went to take his place in the bathroom. We chatted for a while, until I heard the bang that signified the water had been shut off. A short time later, Mom excused herself to take her turn in the shower.

I stood in the kitchen on weak legs, pacing nervously. I knew my dad would soon be in the room, but would anything happen with Mom in the house? I didn't have to wait long to find out. He appeared in the kitchen a minute or so later, and moved towards me like a predator. "You were teasing me today, weren't you, baby," he whispered in my ear.

"I don't know what you mean, Daddy" I responded, trying to play coy, but in reality knew exactly what he was talking about.

"You were showing off your bottom to me, weren't you?" he queried as he pressed in close.

"Yes," I uttered, unable to think of an excuse.

Before I knew what was happening, Dad grabbed my wrists in his strong hands and pulled them together above my head. He pressed them to the wall behind me, and then slowly moved closer until his lips touched my own. This was no fatherly peck. My knees buckled as my dad kissed me as a lover for the first time, with his long, insistent tongue entering my mouth.

Dad moved his hands together and captured both my wrists in one palm, and then lowered his other one to my chin. "You like being touched, don't you?" he asked as he softly swiped a finger along my jaw line. With wide eyes I simply nodded my assent.

With that he slowly traced a line down my neck towards my chest. After our previous playtime, I expected him to fondle my breasts, but was surprised when his finger traveled right through my cleavage and headed lower. He gently rubbed it down my belly, then over my short skirt until it found my bare leg. With that, his hand turned as he softly stroked my warm thigh. After a mere respite, his hand slowly began climbing up my leg.

My body was completely on fire. I had dreamed about a strong lover taking me, but the fact that my own father was about to do so made me whimper out loud. Only seconds later, I felt him cup my mound.

Dad kissed me again, and then whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs."

I could only moan and comply with his command. I felt his fingers rubbing up and down my panties which were growing wetter by the second. In all of my life I never even imagined anything as hot as this, my dad pinning me to the wall, taking possession of my nubile body. I was his, totally and completely.

Once again, he whispered in my ear, "Think you can cum before your mother gets out of the shower?"

I was so aroused I knew I was only seconds away from an orgasm, so I whimpered, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he said and began to kiss me once more. Dad was still kissing me when his fingers moved my panties to the side. I was shocked to feel his digits upon my naked sex, but I welcomed the advance nonetheless. After a short time, he pulled back and gave me a wicked grin and teased, "We named you well, Brooke. You're wet as a river."

Never before had a comment both embarrassed me and thrilled me at the same time like Daddy's did. The fact that he knew I was wet, no soaked, was oddly exciting. It was like an out of body experience. I couldn't believe my own father had me pressed to the wall with his insistent fingers probing my super charged, super sodden pussy, but it was really happening. Dad's tongue explored my mouth as his fingers strummed my sex, and I came only seconds later.

My knees were weak, and I'm glad Dad held me as I'm sure I would have fallen. He must have known that I came, because he slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, and brought them up to his mouth. He stared into my eyes as he pressed one to his lips. He eased it into his mouth, and then I saw his tongue swirl around it. "So sweet," he said after the digit left his mouth with a pop.

With that, he pressed another to my lips and pushed it forward. As his finger entered my mouth, I felt the need to suck it, as if I was being tested. My tongue danced around my dad's finger, just the way I loved to suck a cock. I'm sure the message was clear.

"So Sweetie, do you like things in your mouth?" Daddy asked. I couldn't reply adequately with his finger lodged as it was, so I simply nodded. "Well then, time for the real thing," he added, and slowly forced me to my knees.

My dad moved my hands behind my head, like a cop would do to a criminal, and then released one hand of his own to fish his cock out. I know I must sound like a slut, but there was no place on earth I would have rather been at that point. I eagerly anticipated what was to come, and in reality wanted my dad to experience something just like I had only moments before.

I didn't have to wait long before his thick shaft touched my lips. It was hard and warm, and I welcomed it into my mouth. I began sucking it as hard as I could, knowing mom's shower would be over soon and I so wanted to taste my dad's spunk.

Dad began rocking in and out of my mouth, basically fucking my face. I always hated it when my past boyfriends did the same, but for some reason loved how my dad was possessing me. I knew the expression 'giving head', but I wasn't giving head, my dad was taking head, and I loved it!

I heard a bang, and knew Mom must have finished her shower. I'm sure Dad heard it too as he began thrusting his hips more insistently. Only moments later, he pressed my face to his crotch, and I felt shot after shot of hot cum blast down my throat. I was never a big swallower, but at that moment welcomed his seed into my belly.

I watched as Dad tucked his cock into his pants before he helped me to my feet. Mom arrived only a minute or two later, and I hoped she couldn't smell sex in the air above the pungent paint fumes coming in the windows. I took a long drink of orange juice to disperse the semen taste lest Mom smell it on me, as much as I desperately wanted to keep my dad's flavor in my mouth.

The weather for the next day called for showers, so Mom said a day of rest would be great for everyone. Deep down I knew it was true, but outwardly I feigned ignorance as I had many inside projects to do, most notably, for my dad. But I just couldn't fight against her as I felt like I was stealing her man.

I was completely dumbfounded when my mom told me they would not be here for another three weeks. Seems she had volunteered my day for a charity function the next weekend, then they were both going to Aunt Susan's the following weekend, so I'd be on my own.

The thought of two weekends without my dad was almost too much to bear. I guess it was for him too because he called me the next day. "Hello, princess," he said, and I melted on the spot.

Even though I was at work, I felt my blood pumping through my veins. "Hi, Daddy," I responded, but resisted the urge to rub my pussy with others nearby.

Without any fanfare, Dad explained that he sent me a package that should be at my door the next evening. He did not elaborate, nor could I ask him about it more extensively given the close proximity of my colleagues. I was left to ponder the possibilities to myself long after Dad said goodbye. I was certain it had to be a sexy outfit, maybe lingerie or a sexy skirt, or possibly a new toy.

Tuesday afternoon I looked for an excuse to leave work early, desperate to find out what Dad had sent. I was thrilled to see the small brown package on the porch when I pulled up. I basically sprinted from my car to retrieve it, wondering just what was inside.

To say I was shocked by what I found was an understatement. Encased in bubble wrap was a web cam. After fishing it out, I found a note on the bottom of the box. It read in part, "I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing your beautiful face for two weeks, Brooke." He went on to say he wanted to chat with me on Thursday evenings, when he was usually home alone. On those evenings Mom, more often than not, went out to dinner with her girlfriends, for what they called, 'wine tasting night.'

Dad and I had exchanged a few messages, but we never chatted online. But the fact that Dad wanted to see me sent a shiver down my spine. Was he expecting me to get naked? Of course I had heard of people having cyber sex, but always thought it was beneath me. Suddenly the idea of it was beyond appealing to me.

I went into my guest room and installed the cam immediately, then booted up my computer to test the software. I hoped I might catch Dad online, but sadly he was not available, so I closed the window and surfed the internet. I found a site that had loads of Daddy/daughter stories, and I read them with relish, rubbing my pussy with abandon all the while.

I knew Mom usually left around six o'clock for her night out, so I found myself leaving work early Thursday to allow as much playtime as possible. As I drove, my cell phone rang and I was tempted to ignore it, but then saw my dad's name on the display. I answered the call and was thrilled to hear his voice in my ear, until he said, "We have a bit of a crisis here at work, honey. I'll try to wrap things up as quickly as possible, but may not be home for a couple hours."

A chill instantly washed over my body, but tried to be mature. After a pause to collect myself, I replied, "Do what you have to do, Dad."

"Okay, gotta run. Talk to you soon."

"Bye," I whispered softly, trying to mask my disappointment.

Since I was given the gift of unwanted time, I tried to make the best of it. As soon as I walked in the door, I poured myself a hot bubble bath. Moments later I was naked and basking in the warm water as bubbles caressed my skin. My body was in overdrive and I needed to cum, but I refrained from touching myself sexually, wanting to save myself for whatever my dad had in mind.

After soaking for close to twenty minutes, I grabbed my razor to touch up all the areas that needed attention before I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around my soft skin. I stood in front of my closet for a long time, trying to decide what to wear. I thought dad would love a sexy nightie, but figured that if he wanted me to disrobe, more clothes than less might be more titillating.

I pulled a sexy underwear set from my drawer, a pink lace bra with matching panties. On top of that I added a short black skirt and silky red button down top which showed ample cleavage. I applied just a touch of makeup to highlight my eyes, but that was it. The result was I looked somewhat sexy, not slutty, as I was certain dad would prefer things that way.

Moments later I went into my guest room and booted up the computer and logged into my instant message provider. Dad was not available as I had expected, so I paced my home impatiently before pouring myself a cool glass of chardonnay. I finally heard the telltale sound of Dad's arrival on my computer, and I almost ran to take my seat before the screen.

I was disappointed when my father's profile did not display an icon for a webcam as I had assumed we'd be looking eye to as we chatted. "Hello, Brooke," appeared on a popup note from Dad.