No More Monkeys...

"What I did was slapped him across the face, the son of a bitch. After all, he knows that I give great head. I don't care how drunk he was, his gizz belonged to me and only me," Carolyn continued complaining over the phone, confirming my sense that she was no innocent.

If Carolyn had decided to get up for a glass of water just then, she would have seen me listening, my erection ready to burst. In spite of that risk, I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and listened. My hand slowly caressed my shaft, the edge of my palm rubbing up against the underside of my fat cock head, the friction beginning to make my slit open and close. My balls were tight to my groin.

Luckily, she stayed on the couch, chattering away on the phone, stretching and twisting with athletic female grace. Upon hearing the sound of the springs, I carefully peeked around the door frame again. She had her eyes half closed, and her head was facing the patio doors. This allowed me to quickly shift across the doorway, nestling against the wall where a fortuitously placed mirror gave me ample views of my hot daughter as she listened to her friend respond.

"I was tempted to fuck Jeanie's date in retaliation, right there in front of her, but I knew that cunt wouldn't even care -- he was just the first random footballer to invite her to prom. Besides which, he looked all used up."

After saying that, Caro giggled and stretched again, relaxing, her anger diffused a bit. Her nipples though were even harder, if that was possible. It was impossible for my cock to get harder, so I started stroking it more vigourously. Caro reaching her free hand up under her shirt to begin massaging her tit added to my excitement.

"I mean, it's not like I'm a priggish little stuck up virgin like my little sister Dulcie, but I'm not the sort of whore who steals a team mate's boyfriend."

"I knew it," I spoke softly to myself, not thinking for the moment that Carolyn might overhear. "Dulcie IS an innocent. And her sister IS a slut."

Maybe it is unfair to pretend there's nothing between those polar opposites, but there really isn't for a father.

"No - my panties weren't wet from watching, you perv!" Caro said to whoever was on the phone, loudly this time. "Because I wasn't wearing any panties."

Her lusty laugh would have drawn my attention from upstairs. If I wanted an excuse to pretend to walk into the hallway and interrupt, that was it. Instead, I stroked my cock faster as I watched her fingers stretch her right nipple out underneath her shirt, her hips squirming on the couch. Perhaps my brain was just clouded by lust, or maybe if I was thinking, I rationalized my behaviour on the basis that since my older daughter seemed to be so sexual, it was an open invitation for me to take advantage without remorse.

Her hand drifted underneath her shirt, slowly caressing her left tit as she smiled and sighed, her friend talking for a moment. Caro's free hand then slid gently down her flat tummy, disappearing into her shorts.

"MMMmmmmm..." my daughter moaned, excited by whatever her friend was saying. Caro writhed on the couch, hips twisting.

Her hand was now fully inside her pants as her fingers danced. I knew watching my daughter masturbate was wrong, but I was too enthralled in my own jerking off to move. This was even more exciting than Jeanie rubbing up against me, or imagining Jeanie on prom night, because I had a combination of visuals and chatter. My balls urged me to be bold and go offer to help Carolyn, adding the tactile element. I had just enough self restraint not to move.

"Jeanie is such a slut she even tried to seduce my Dad," Caro said."She was bragging about how hard she made his cock, about how big and fat it is..."

My big fat cock throbbed, precum coating my tip.

"...yeah, I know, gross. But the worst part is that she was for real upset that he didn't take her upstairs and let her suck his spunk out and then fuck her. I should have broken up with her then..."

I barely heard the last comment, as my balls refused to be denied any longer. Just as my daughter said the word "fuck", my seed surged up my shaft and splattered against the wall before I had time to catch it in my palm.

Suddenly Carolyn stopped talking and snapped her head upright. Her hand jerked out of her shorts.

"I gotta go, I think I heard somebody coming," she terminated her call.

I was down the hall by then, dashing up the stairs, slipping into the bathroom to swiftly clean my hand and make sure my cock was tucked away. Luck was the only thing keeping my daughter from seeing the stain on the wall. To this day, I don't know if she did. She never said anything, but she did give me a few strange looks that morning, but also averted her gaze quickly if I looked in her direction, so our eyes never met. Conversation was minimal, and she went to a friend's for dinner, so the subject never was resolved.

Once Caro had left, I went back and tried to wash the wall, but no cleaning compound would magically erase the semen stain entirely -- the washed area just ended up looking starkly bright as if screaming out my shame. Though Caro never mentioned that either, I did notice Dulcie slowing down often and looking at the spot, a puzzled expression flashing across her face, but she too never commented. A week later, I had painters in to do several rooms and that hallway.

Both girls joked teasingly about the painters, who tended to work bare chested. Carolyn turned it around, observing, "I bet that you'd pay double if they were topless college girl painters, Dad!"

I blushed as red as Dulcie did a moment later when Caro asked her if she thought big hands really equalled big cocks, nodding towards the crew leader, a well tanned athlete, who I noticed did in fact have large hands.

"Caro, that's no way to talk...especially in front of Dad," Dulcie gasped before running to her room and slamming the door.

As she passed by I did notice that her blush disappeared under her shirt, and her nipples seemed to be poking against the fabric.

A few minutes later, I paused outside Dulcie's door, thinking about going in to see how upset she was. I heard a faint moaning, and decided that if she was upset, she seemed to have found a remedy. Dulcie might have been an innocent compared to her sister, but she seemed to understand her own urges.

When I turned from Dulcie's door, I saw Carolyn staring at me from down the hall, an evil grin brightening her face. I felt myself blush again, though I realized that not all of my blood was rushing to my cheeks -- some was surging into my cock and my older daughter was staring at the growing bulge in my pants.

"Nice hands, Dad," she teased before fleeing down the stairs and outside.

Within the week, Carolyn had dumped her prom date, and Friday night, the lead painter borrowed my shower after finishing work because he was taking my daughter to dinner and she thought he should change at our house rather than going home. For a brief moment, I wondered whether Caro would join him in the shower, and was ashamed to find my shaft thickening as images of those two toned bodies, wet and rubbing flesh together flashed quickly through my mind. When they drove off, the painter driving Carolyn's convertible -- my sweet sixteen present to her - I knew they would not return before dawn.

Dulcie stepped beside me as the car disappeared, wrapped and around my arm and pulled close to me, her right breast heavy against my left bicep. I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear as she assured me, "You're still all the man I need, Daddy."

Then, before I could reply, she was gone, floating upstairs to her room, disappearing behind the closed door, as if I had only dreamt that part of the evening.

My cock throbbed, but my mind was conflicted. Dulcie's sweet words lingered in my ears, competing with imaginary pictures of Carolyn licking the painter's nipples; kissing down his abdomen; cleaning his navel with her tongue; and then slowly undoing his belt buckle; teasingly prolonging the agony for him before releasing his cock from its denim prison; swallowing it deep into her well practiced throat as soon as the tip sprung into the air.

I was still standing by the doorway, exposed to the empty street by the massive front window, and without thinking about what I was doing; I was rubbing my cock through my pants. If Dulcie had come down the stairs just then, I would have been embarrassed.

"I wonder if he fucks her ass," I muttered to myself, picturing that lovely rear which I had guiltily admired in its bikini clad splendour. I took my cock out and stroked the flesh, her imaginary thrusts up and down as she rode him matching my rhythm.

Suddenly, a door opened upstairs, but I was too far along to stop my desperate efforts to unburden myself of these insistent sperm. I closed my eyes, trying to think of Jeanie instead of Carolyn, but images of sweet innocent Dulcie kept forcing themselves into my brain. Fortunately, they were all chaste recollections of the sweetness of her smile; her flashing dimples; her hair tucked girlishly behind her ears as she anxiously waited to tell me about her latest triumph. The mental pictures of the upraised asses being fucked doggie style came equipped with more womanly hips than Dulcie had.

'What are you doing, watching Dulcie's hips?' an internal voice asked, sounding a lot like her dead mother.

"Thinking about Jeanie..." I insisted, and sighed in relief as I caught a handful of seed in my palm. I quickly rushed to the kitchen, where the nearest tap was, though my sticky fingers precluded tucking my cock back into my zipper until I washed up.

"Thinking of Jeanie? Why would you think of her?" I heard Dulcie ask just as she rounded the corner.

She never indicated that she had heard my zip going up, and I was tucked in just before she entered the kitchen.

"Oh, just wondering at how graduating changes who comes around to visit..." I lamely covered up.

"Feeling lonely Dad?" Dulcie asked, pouting dramatically.

Then, her face broke into a dimple inducing grin and she skipped across the room to throw her body tight against mine, wrapping her arms around my back.

"You'll always have me, silly bear," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

We were pressed so closely together that I was glad that I had just balanced my hormones, fearing that no matter how much I banished Dulcie from my inappropriate fantasies, the warmth of her taut young body would have made my weapon load itself if it was not freshly emptied.

For a long time afterwards, I wondered whether she had given a little extra wriggle of her hips before she let me go.

As she grinned up at me, I sighed, smiled weakly and corrected her. "Someday, princess, you too shall move on."

"But I'll always love you best," she said, just like when she was five. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled again as she proved my point by dashing out of the house, headed who knew where.

Summer passed quickly after that. Caro and her friends spent very little time practicing on my trampoline, as they were about to disperse to various colleges, and a few just went straight into full time work. Some, including Caro, went away to cheerleading camps for chunks of time, trying to improve skills as they graduated to a larger more competitive environment.

I sort of expected Dulcie and her cohort to step up and fill the void, but after playing second fiddle to an older sister; Dulcie had developed lots of outside interests, and had found other places to practice. Eventually, the trampoline was just folded up and put into storage, and the pool cover seldom came off which meant that no bikini tops were threatening to come off.

My sexual frustration depended upon the internet and fantasies of Jeanie for relief. Some afternoons, I stood at my office window, cock in hand, looking out towards the unused pool, and would close my eyes, recalling last summer. By focussing on Jeanie, I avoided my mind wandering to thoughts of Carolyn. Luckily, there were no repeats of my near misses with Dulcie almost interrupting before I reached for tissues to clean up my mess.

The house had been particularly quiet for the past week, since Carolyn had left. Even if the most noise Caro had made was the door slamming as she rushed in and out, the door now stayed shut. Dulcie went to school, practiced cheerleading, and attended the football games. No boys calling. No gaggle of giggles around the pool. I got tons of work done but found my visions of Jeanie fading. I was wondering whether I had just imagined her flesh brushing mine. At least every time my mind wandered there, I still got a stirring in my groin, which usually led to my tugging out my meat and relieving my growing frustration.

The sound of my little monkey bouncing on the bed interrupted just such a session, forcing me to stuff my still excited weight into my pants before going to chastise Dulcie. It felt silly, treating an eighteen year old like a little girl, but that was how she was acting. My buzzing hormones put me on edge. I cautioned myself not to over react, but my chubbiness refused to obey.

"Ain't no monkeys jumping on the bed," Dulcie responded to my opening comment, adopting a girlish tone eerily similar to her sister's younger self.

As she spoke, I came into the doorway. My little girl had her hair in pigtails, a few stray strands straggling loose across her face, which was flushed -- with exertion or excitement, perhaps both. She wore pale blue baby doll pyjamas, and had her legs tucked underneath her body. Her arms were forward, spread wide. She seemed to have just landed on the mattress, and fell onto her hands. I could not help noticing how her firm young breasts were still quivering under the sheer fabric, and then once she landed, gradually came to rest, fully visible through the nightie. When she and her sister used to jump on the bed, they wore flannel, not see through artificial silk. My eyes locked on the shadows of her erect nipples, refusing to allow me to turn away.

"You're too old for me to tell you to go to sleep, but if you aren't careful, you'll break the bed," I said, still unable to look away.

My cock was solid in my pants, throbbing. Dulcie grinned, her eyes locking onto mine. She must have known where I was looking, but at least she was not staring at my hard on.

"But I'm not too old for you to tuck me in, Daddy."

She pushed herself upright, rising on her knees, arms wide, inviting a hug. Her shoulders were thrown back, which thrust her tits forward, the nipples straining against the fabric. Her chin was raised, eyes and teeth beaming up at me with innocent adoration. I found myself stepping across the threshold. I understood that even Dulcie had to know the effect her actions would have on a male. Perhaps she just figured that since I was her father, I was immune.

One glance at my crotch would have dispelled that notion. As far as I could tell, she never looked there, which was consistent with her innocence. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was about to do a terrible thing, destroying her virtue. Even if I resisted, I had to admit the temptation, and knew that I would end up in my room jerking off, and this time, it would not be Jeanie I dreamt of, nor Carolyn, but my littlest girl.

Dulcie's grin got wider, if that was possible, as she saw my willingness to play along. She bounced lightly, shifting back towards the head of the bed, reaching behind herself as she moved, grabbing the edge of the covers. The twisting motion rotated her left breast toward me, thrusting it out aggressively, the nipple plainly visible, thrusting against the fabric with each excited beat of her heart.

"Come on, Daddy, tuck me in," she cooed, pulling the top sheet and duvet aside, landing on the crisp white bottom sheet, her feet nestled below that perfectly curved rump.

"I can't with you sitting like that," I said from beside the bed, standing close enough to smell the fresh scent of baby powder, which she still applied after each bath.

"I be good, Daddy," she replied in a baby voice.

Lifting the sheet high, she wriggled her feet out straight and slid them under the covers.

"Slide all the way down, I can't tuck you in sitting up like that."

Dulcie pouted. Perhaps she was thinking about how this would hide her pert young tits from my prying eyes, or that I had not figured out I was being seduced - if in fact seduction was what she had in mind. I still was uncertain, and did not want to overstep whatever boundary she had in mind.

I knew I was playing along. If she was just teasing to prove to herself her sexual attractiveness, or more innocently even just wanting to replay family rituals now that her sister was gone, then I wanted to give her what she needed. She was firmly in control of this game, since I did not want to step across her invisible line.

She slowly complied with my request, wriggling her hips more womanly than girlishly to shift under the covers. I also knew that this would go as far as she decided; that I was not going to be the one to call a halt, even though as the parent, that was my job. I quickly rationalized that now that she was also an adult, she was just as capable of making the decisions about her own body.

"How's that, Daddy?" she asked. Her tongue flitted across her lower lip, wetting it. Her mouth hung open, her breathing shallow.

"You need to lie back, not sit up," I said, mockingly stern.

This earned me another even more dramatic pout. Dulcie huffed a great blow of air out of her cheeks and flung herself back against her pillows, throwing her arms wide. She lay still, eyes shut, expressionless, waiting.

I stepped right beside the bed, looking down at her. She looked like an angel, her hair spread in a halo around her face, lips parted in a slight smile, white teeth just barely visible. I was still capable of enough sense of shame to be embarrassed to realize that I was thinking about how perfect her mouth would look wrapped around my cock. My hormones agreed with my brain, making my shaft throb, begging to be released. I was glad that with her eyes shut, my excitement was not apparent to her. She looked so innocent; I was convinced that the sexual element of the game playing was just a product of my sick mind. But there was no denying the hardness of the nipples staring up at me.

"Tuck me in, Daddy," she whispered, "I'm waiting."

I leaned forward, taking a fistful of covers in each hand, not touching her flesh. I had to bend lower and closer as I tugged the covers over her abdomen and up along her chest, but still did not make contact.

"I like knowing that I'm yours, that my nice strong Daddy will always protect me." Dulcie said, still in her little girl tone.

"Afraid of monsters under the bed?" I joked in response, silently begging my cock to subside before she noticed the inappropriate excitement. "Is that why you bounce on it?"

"No, silly, Caro and I used to just do that to get your attention..."

"...but then she got her own room and you stopped."

I carefully tucked the top of the duvet under her chin, and smoothed the covers beside her, not touching her body.

"Caro was turning into a woman; she wanted the attention of boys, not Daddy."

Flexing my knees, I tucked a corner of the sheet between the mattress and box spring, and then sank to my knees, bending my head to the floor.

"No monsters under here..." I observed.

My cock was finally relaxing, so I stayed low beside the bed for a moment.

"Just Daddy's monster..."

Had Dulcie really said that? Or was it my imagination?

"Well, you are a young woman now too, Dulcie," I ignored her last comment. "Shouldn't you be out seeking the attention of young men, not bouncing on the bed to get my attention?"