Ashley's Birthday Wishes Ch. 02

2nd Wish


So far Ashley's birthday had gone just the way she'd hoped. Walking out of her brother's room earlier that morning, Ashley had already received his birthday present; part of it had run down her leg. Her parents had arrived home earlier than expected, so the first time they saw each other since Rob had fucked and come inside his little sister was over the lunch table with their parents. Ashley was still wearing the t-shirt that had started it all. Fortunately she had put on a tight pair of jeans shorts.

She looked sexy as ever and the mischievous smile on her face had Robby reeling the entire time . He spaced out periodically throughout the lunch as Ashley made small talk with their parents. He nearly choked on his pasta salad when Ashley implied to their parents that they'd had a very fun morning "playing" in his bedroom. She quickly followed by saying that they'd been competing in jeopardy all morning, but the suggestive grin on Ashley's face meant a lot more to her brother. Images of sliding his cock into his little sister's pussy raced through his brain has he tried to maintain his composure.

Watching the little brunette, with her legs crossed and lounging over the side of her stool could have driven him insane . Instead, his mother quickly snapped him back into reality, reminding him that he'd offered to help their uncle with a project after lunch. It wasn't supposed to take very long, but all Robby could think about was getting back home to see if he could land another romp with his naughty sis.

Ashley, on the other hand was enjoying the lunch time profusely. She loved watching her brother squirm as he dreamed of their encounter earlier that morning. Heck she could practically feel his spunk still inside of her. She was sorry to see him leave but it reminded her of the other man in the house, and the second part of her plan.

Thus the little brunette was disappointed when her mother indicated that they would be heading outside to do some gardening, AND Ashley was expected to join them. She whined some about having to do yard work on her birthday but her mother assured her it would only be for a little while. They split up to get dressed for the dirty work and Ashley headed to her room, intent on continuing with her plan, regardless of the circumstances.

When she emerged from the house, she was wearing little more than a sports bra and the same tight jean shorts. The outfit showed off her phenomenal body wonderfully. When her mother saw what she was wearing, she gave her an expected look of disapproval. But before she could do more than scoff, Ashley quickly retorted that it was her birthday and she could get a tan if she wanted to.

Her father, Jim, had been grabbing a shovel from the shed out back; when he saw Ashley he was in complete shock. He quickly looked around to be sure none of the neighbors were watching . He didn't want anyone seeing his little girl dressed that way. And yet, her father was feeling frighteningly lustful as he stared at the flawless image of his own daughter in front of him. Her tummy was flat and smooth; the tiny jewel piercing he'd been so against her receiving on her 16th birthday gleamed from her belly button. Even in the stretchy fabric of her sports bra, her breasts stood out proudly and bared ample cleavage.

'Best to just get to work,' Ashley's father thought as he turned back to the garden to take his mind off of her. She was getting way too attractive for her own good, and more importantly: for his. A man could only take so much prancing about of his beautiful daughter before his mind started to stray from the realm of fatherly love. Just the other night he had woken up on the couch with his daughter snugly situated, spooning, in front of him. It took all of his might to push himself up from behind her rather than to start feeling her up as he so wanted to.

Jim's mind raced as he turned the soil in the garden, though he did his best to focus on something else. It was only a few minutes later he heard her sweet voice yelling from inside the shed.

"Daddy help," she called to him.

Jim quickly hopped the rabbit fence and headed toward the sound of his daughter's voice. When he got there he couldn't help but smile as he saw the predicament Ashley had landed herself in. Ashley had been trying to get a bag of birdseed down from the top shelf and, as usual, though it was too high for her to reach she'd refused to ask for help. The bag had snagged on something and birdseed was slowly spilling onto the workbench and floor.

She was stretched out as tall as she was able, and her bubble butt stuck out in her tiny shorts. Back arched and toned legs beautifully extended on tiptoe, she was a sight to behold. Her father paused a second, partly to make her suffer and partly to take her in.

'What's wrong little Ashley, need some help?" He goaded her

Ashley half whimpered, half giggled as she said, "Daddy pleasssse."

He walked up behind her slowly. She couldn't see him staring so he did it unabashedly as he approached her. Part of him wanted to place both hands firmly on her exposed sides and feel his daughter's teenage body - outstretched as she was.

Instead, he reached over the top of her and supported the bag with one hand while attempting to free the snag with the other. Ashley let out a sigh of relief as he saved her from the impending doom of having to clean up birdseed for another hour.

Her father stood close, towering over her as he worked to release the plastic sack from whatever it was caught on. Ashley saw an opportunity and closed the few inches between him and her, forcing contact between his pelvis and her sexy little butt. She was still reaching for the bag, but she was only pretending to help as she pressed her backside suggestively against her father.

Jim was no fool; there was no reason for Ashley to be nuzzling into him like she was but he was powerless to stop her until he got the birdseed situation under control. Worst part was, he was starting to react to her as she not-so-subtly inched her butt up and down over his hardening member.

"Okay Ashley..." he said, with sternness in his voice, "you can let go now."

Ashley was just beginning to feel the excitement she'd experience when 'playing' with her brother earlier that morning. She was disappointed when he asked her to stop, but she knew she'd gotten somewhere with him. The stiffness poking into her through his pants didn't lie.

Ashley decided to listen to her dad and stop, though she didn't miss the opportunity to turn around and face him. She was much shorter than he was so she couldn't see his face, but as she slid out from the tight space between her father and the shelves, her breasts pressed into her dad's chest and he simply couldn't hide his enjoyment.

'What has gotten into her?' Jim thought as he brought the bag down from the shelf and set it on the floor. His daughter occasionally teased him, but this was a little too far. Perhaps it was the outfit she was wearing - seeing all of that skin was doing a number on him. Maybe she was just being a little immature, or perhaps he was simply imagining it. 'Whatever,' he thought, 'this nonsense isn't going to get me anywhere but in trouble.'

"Ask for help next time please Ashley."

She stood in the doorway to the shed, leaned against the frame with her hip cocked to the side. 'Dear Lord,' her father thought, 'I can't wait till she goes to college.' Her puppy dog eyes and pouty lips manipulated him perfectly.

"Sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to," she said, "I thought I could reach...I'll clean up don't worry."

He handed her the broom and dustpan and she moved to sweep up the spilled bird seed. He told her it was okay and went back to his work, but not before seeing his young daughter bend at the waist to set down the pan - an incredible sight for his wanton eyes.

Ashley's father spent the next twenty minutes or so brooding as he dug in the garden. Working out his frustration by driving his shovel deep into the dirt, he tried to bury the lingering desire for Ashley that she had instilled. He was starved for sex by his frigid wife, and the teenage girl currently walking back and forth across the yard wearing barely anything was reminding him of that fact thoroughly. He loved Ashley dearly, and her sexy little body didn't change that, it was just... a bit of an obstacle to interacting with her daily.

That very sexiness was on display as she headed toward him to ask if she could help in the garden. And regardless of his attempts to clear his mind, he immediately told her she could help him turn the soil.

They bantered back and forth:

'Put your back into it Ashley!" He teased.

Ashley was trying, adorably so, to turn as much soil as he could in one motion but she simply couldn't do it. It was entertaining though, watching her squirm and pull on the shovel. She jumped up and down a few times, trying to put her weight on the shovel. Her breasts struggled inside the bra and her cute butt bounced ever so slightly.

"I can't Dadddd, it's too hard."

They both laughed at her whining. Ashley could be such a princess sometimes.

"Will you show me Daddy?" She said in a childlike voice.

"Alright little Ashley," her dad said sarcastically, "but you can knock off the princess routine right now."

He walked toward her intending to show her how to use the pitchfork he'd given her to turn the soil. But Ashley didn't move, she stood there, clearly expecting her dad to wrap his arms around her and show her the motion while she was still holding on. Jim considered it for a second, glancing over toward his wife to see if she was watching - somehow he didn't think she'd approve. He shouldn't have been even considering it, but when he saw that his wife was focused on the flower bed in front of her across the lawn, he stepped in close behind his daughter.

"See....like this," he told her, reaching around her and sliding his large hands against her body as he did.

Ashley could tell her dad was starting to fold under the pressure she was putting on him. She felt his hips come in contact as he leaned over her and took hold of the pitchfork's handle.

"Put it in on an angle," he said, guiding her to do so with his hands on hers.

Ashley's heart started to beat faster. Her dad was a big man, taller and more muscular than her older brother. She was dwarfed by his size and intimidated by his obvious strength as he maneuvered her and the tool about. If he wanted to, he could easily do whatever he wanted with her; her heart raced just thinking about it.

"Then put your weight on the handle and turn," he continued.

Ashley wasn't really paying attention anymore, but she was beginning to rock her hips back and forth against the thin fabric of her dad's athletic shorts. His arms seemed to tighten around her as she wiggled in front of him. He wasn't returning the established, subtle rhythm of her hips, but he wasn't backing away either. She almost disguised the motion within the swaying of their bodies as he continued to upturn the soil, still wrapped around her.

"Jim?" his wife called over her shoulder.

Jim quickly backed away from the incriminating position he and his daughter shared. His wife hadn't actually looked their way, but Ashley and her father's eyes had certainly met. The glance lingered a moment before Jim answered his wife, Jim's eyes seeming to search his daughter's for an explanation. She mustered the most innocent grin and raised eyebrows that she could and then looked down as if to start working again.

"Yes dear," he called to his wife and walked in her direction. Jim was totally distracted as she told him that he and Ashley should take showers and decide where they would go for Ashley's birthday dinner.

So, relaying the message to Ashley (she wasn't making much progress on the garden anyway) they both headed inside to clean up.

Jim set the shower to colder than usual; he needed it. He slipped off his shirt and shorts, being careful not to encourage his stiffness. Hanging up his towel over the rack on the door, he tested the water and stepped under it.

As the barely warm rush of water began to soak him head to foot he felt himself start to relax. It was only the afternoon but it already seemed like a long day. He reached for the soap and missed the sound of the door opening. But he certainly knew someone had gotten in with him when he felt a hand on his forearm.

Ashley had reached out for her dad to steady herself as she stepped into the shower and onto its wet tile floor.

...

It took a while for her dad to finally speak but his voice was unsteady.

"Ashley, what are you doing?" He demanded her. Nothing could stop him seeing that the recently eighteen year old daughter was naked in front of him.

The shower wasn't all that large so Ashley was tantalizingly close to her dad as she stood there daringly.

"You said WE needed to shower daddy," she said with a mischievous grin, "besides, we can save some water."

"Ashley you need to get out of here right now!" His voice betrayed his reserve no matter how hard he tried.

"But dadddddy," she whined. It was obvious that her dad wasn't entirely sure he wanted her to leave. "Do I have to?"

She closed the gap suddenly between them; her dad was poking into her belly button. It was a good enough argument on Ashley's behalf. Her father had nothing to say as he felt Ashley's body push up against him. She arched her back to stick her tummy into her daddy's pelvis.

That was enough to make Jim shudder, but when he felt his daughter work her hand between them and move it toward his cock he reached quickly to stop her. He couldn't let her do that: touch her own father so intimately, taking hold of him just the way he wanted her to.

His hand caught her wrist just as hers reached its destination. His eyes held hers sternly, but Ashley refused to play into his act. If she listened to him there'd be no carrying out her plan. She wrapped her tiny hand around his rigid shaft and said, as if it were nothing,

"You made the water so cold daddy!"

Her eyes directed his toward her chest while she reached with her free hand to adjust the water warmer. Not only did she have the most charming set of goosebumps, but her perfectly sized nipples were pink and erect in the cold.

For a moment, Jim's intentions to get his daughter out of shower with him took a backseat. Ashley had been right all along: her brother might have succumbed to his sister's seduction quicker than her father was, but she knew how potent the sight of her body was to him.

His other hand found Ashley's side to stop her from continuing to urge her hips forward, or perhaps to guide them himself. It was all becoming unclear. Ashley's dad was now starting to wonder what would happen if he gave in.

He didn't have the chance to try though because the turn of the doorknob into the bathroom snapped him alert. The shower was situated behind the swing of the door, which afforded him only the time to quickly push his daughter down to her knees on the shower floor.

He looked around frantically. If he did it just right, he could position his daughter behind the towel on the door and out of sight. He prayed that the billowing steam from the now-hot water would conceal the little minx, thank God she'd turned the temperature up.

Ashley's mom walked swiftly in and to her vanity as she felt her daddy force her to the floor. Once again she was taken aback by his strength. Before she could say a word she was on her knees, wondering if they were going to be in trouble. Even though she felt like such a bad girl being in the shower with her dad, she knew if her mom found out it would spoil the fun. So she kept quiet and marveled at her dad standing over her.

"Jim," she called, looking in his direction through the reflection in the mirror, "do you know where your daughter is?"

Jim looked down at his daughter, his face full of panic. Ashley was peering up at him sweetly, and touched her index finger to her lip as if to shush him.

"I didn't hear her shower running, did you tell her to get ready?" His wife continued.

Ashley looked so beautiful kneeling there, even tinier than ever, her goosebumps renewed by the contact of cold tile against her legs. Jim had to drag his eyes away from her to answer his wife.

"I told her, but I'll stay on top of her," he assured his wife. Ashley stifled a giggle as her daddy said it; he looked down, raising his brows at her scornfully. He could not believe what was happening. He'd been lusting after his daughter all day and here she was, naked and soaking wet, kneeling in front of him like she was about to take him in her mouth... and his wife was right outside...

It was like she could read his mind. While her father was distracted with trying to look natural as he stood in the shower, Ashley figured she'd have a little fun. She'd already touched her father's erection once, why not again?

"I'm going to run over to my parents' house," his wife continued to talk to him as she fixed her eyeliner in the mirror, "I need to borrow some ingredients for the cake and then run an errand."

But Jim wasn't really listening. Ashley had wrapped her tiny hand around her father's shaft and caused him to sigh in response. He made some kind of sound to acknowledge his wife and looked down at the cute brunette who had grabbed ahold of him. He reached down again to remove her hand.

When Jim's hand found Ashley's, she entwined her fingers and sweetly held on. Looking up at him with her endearing yet sultry green eyes, she brought his finger to her lips and kissed it. He watched her, incredulous, as she pushed it past her lips and he felt her tongue and mouth slowly massage it. Meanwhile, her free hand slyly found his cock again. He didn't move to stop her this time.

"I shouldn't be more than an hour or so," his wife called to him, "make sure Ashley doesn't fool around and she's ready when I get back."

He wondered if his wife would classify what his daughter was doing as 'fooling around,' even more so when she started working her hand up and down over his shaft. Still, he couldn't tell her to stop for fear of his wife hearing him and wondering who he was talking to. And even if he could, the sight and feeling of the gorgeous teenager stroking her daddy's member had rendered him speechless.

Water beaded everywhere on Ashley's body; Jim wanted to simply taste it off her perfect, soft globes. Ashley finally released his finger from her mouth and let go of his hand to get both of her own on his big cock. Both her hands fit on him comfortably, and Ashley quietly wondered what something so huge would feel like when stuffed inside her pussy. She bet it would hurt some, like it had when her brother had first entered her earlier that day. And her daddy was even bigger than that; she hoped he would be gentle.

Her daddy's hand didn't try to fight her when she released it as she expected it might. First, he put his thumb to her cheek and smeared off the water droplets that had collected there, caressing her face as he did. It wasn't the motion of a man that wanted his daughter to stop touching him...rubbing his rock hard rod as she was. So she continued to stroke him, adding pressure and making sure to caress his tip as she did. And for some reason, he just let her keep doing it...

Finally his wife looked as if she was ready to go.

"See you shortly dear," she said as she walked toward the door.

Normally, he would have called "Goodbye" to her through the glass door... normally. But just as he was about to, looking up from his misbehaving young daughter, he felt a whole new sensation. He didn't need to look down to see that Ashley had taken the very tip of his penis in between her lips.

"Ohhhh," was all he could manage. It caused his wife to stop just before she walked out the bathroom door.