2017 incest story: The Anonymous & The Curious – Chap 1B
I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the front door. Judging by the voices, all the girls had arrived at the same time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in volume when they started whispering to each other. “Boy talk” I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter break out. Just then Lindsay poked her head into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the foyer to lead the other girls downstairs.
When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper plates and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to make sure nothing was too obvious. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette hair and large tote bags.
“Sorry Mr. D!” two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxes, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the bathroom behind me.
Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up – but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the back entrance.
“Are you serious!?” I heard Kristy’s voice say. “…but what if your dad comes down?”
“Don’t worry about my dad,” I heard Lindsay reply. “He has plans for the night. He won’t even be here.”
Now I knew something was up, because Lindsay knew I wasn’t going anywhere. She had made me promise not to go out so I would be here.
“Pizza’s here!” I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her head out.
“Thanks dad.” Her face seemed slightly blushed. “Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep clothes.” She winked as she said this. I didn’t know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay’s closest friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth were the two giggling brunettes that almost ran me over in the hallway.
“I think that’s all we need,” she continued. “I’ll come up and say goodbye before you leave.” She said this with a wink, indicating I was to play along.
I’ll admit I was pretty disappointed I didn’t get a chance to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I couldn’t keep the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak.About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I couldn’t help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs; another of my weaknesses. I didn’t even know my daughter owned thigh-highs.
“So I’m heading out for the evening, am I?” I asked.
“What?” she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down.
“Oh, that,” she said. “I was just telling them that so they wouldn’t know it was you.”
“I see,” I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. “Wait. What do you mean so they won’t know it’s me?”
“You’ll see,” she responded, echoing her earlier promise. “Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an hour.”
“If you say so,” I agreed. “Anything else?”
“No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink – and use the restroom before you come down. It’s going to be a long night and I don’t know if you’ll get a chance for a break”
“What in the world are you up to, Lindsay?” Now I was worried.
“Just meet me downstairs in an hour,” she said as she started to walk away. “…and don’t forget to go around the outside of the house. You’re not supposed to be here, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in an hour,” I replied blandly. Secretly though, my curiosity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all!
An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay’s plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the curtain. I could hear a movie playing and occasional comments by the girls. As tempted as I was to peak out and see what was going on (and what the girls were wearing), I didn’t want to ruin Lindsay’s surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready.
“Um…I think so” I replied dubiously.
“Let me check your breath,” She leaned up into my face as I gently blew. “Good!” she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a second. When we were outside, she looked at me with an almost sad smile and spoke.
“Dad… I don’t know how to say this in a way that won’t shock you, so I’ll just come right out and say it.”
“Ok,” I could tell that as confident as she had been all day, she was now genuinely nervous to say what was on her mind.
“Dad… I set up this party to get you laid.”
“What!?” I barely choked out.
“Please listen, dad. I know that you and mom haven’t had sex in years…”
“Lindsay, this isn’t somethi…”
“Just let me finish,” she interrupted. “I know you would never cheat on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or hurt any of my friends.” She continued, “…but you are a man, dad. I’m not stupid. I know what men want. I’m actually pretty amazed you haven’t cheated on mom already. Sex once every few months probably sucks, but I don’t know how you managed to go without for years.”
I was still at a block and didn’t know what to say. Was I hearing all this right? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her best friends? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to process all of this and took advantage of my continued silence.
“I got this idea from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of parties and games,” she continued. “Most of them revolve around drinking, sex, or both – of course. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious.”
My daughter was looking up sex games on forums? My daughter wanted me to play sex games with her friends? My mind was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my daughter continued.
“…and the guy sits in the chair with a hood on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the girls want to check out his penis, she can do it without worrying about the guy knowing who she is, or if she knows who the guy is, or worrying about being judged. She can just look, touch, experiment, play, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy’s dick as much as she wants – whenever she feels like it.”
The block in my mind released.
“What the hell kind of websites are you getting on Lindsay!?” I almost yelled. “You want me to sit in a chair so your friends can play with my dick?? Forget that it’s your friends or that your mom is my wife. Have you even considered the age difference involved here?”
“Dad!” she interrupted. “Be quiet or you’ll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The girls don’t need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your head will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea! We don’t have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man’s penis is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it’s kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they’re ready, each girl can come over and check you out – well, your penis anyways. I told them I could guarantee the person I picked would understand the rules and know that it’s not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, kind, clean, and STD free.” She paused as she could see I had more questions to ask.
“What about pregnancy?”
“I have condoms if we need them,” she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixing bowl sitting on a table by the chair she had set up. It was full of a variety of condoms. “We collected them from various places” she said, answering my next question before I could ask it.
“And what the hell did you do to that chair?” I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one exception. The front center of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a large “U” with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough side edges to hold the chair together while supporting my legs – provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin foam padding and a soft fabric. I could also make out four wide strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat.
“I tried to make it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to make sure your balls had room to hang so the girls can get to them too if they want.”
My head started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay didn’t make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair.
“I’m not really into S&M stuff,” I said.
“The straps are to help make the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the girls get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later.”
I was searching my head for some logical argument to make. My grip on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reason to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and reality of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.
“So they won’t know it’s me, and I won’t know which of them is…um, touching me, right?” My resistance was almost gone now.
“Well…” she began. “…that’s where I modified the website’s idea a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they won’t be able to see you.”
I felt my cock throb against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best friend’s dad. Then a thought occurred to me.
“What if they change their minds or get freaked out?” I asked.
“I told you. I already discussed this with them. They’re really excited, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this morning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here.”
That was it. My last barrier of hesitation and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter.
“Ok,” I resigned. “I guess you got all the answers, and I did make you a promise.”
“Yay!” my daughter cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my bulge and said “Let’s get that thing some of the attention he deserves.”
Quietly we stepped back inside the house behind the makeshift curtain.
“Time to get naked, daddy!” Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one last detail occurred to me.
“Um, you’re not going to be…you know…um, participating,” I asked hesitantly. It was one thing to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I didn’t think I was ready to let my own daughter touch me like that.
“No dad,” she answered quickly. “I already told the girls I wouldn’t be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would make things way too awkward.”
“Oh. That makes sense, I guess.”
“Besides, Kristy has already offered to throw a party at her house for me.”
“WHAT!?” I yelled in a whisper.
“I’m just kidding dad. I’m not “participating” here or at any of my friends’ houses.” she laughed.
“Right,” I said, confirming her statement to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slid my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a full erection.
“Wow, dad!” Lindsay exclaimed. “Mom’s an idiot for not taking advantage of that on a regular basis.” She was now staring openly at my aching cock. “Well let’s get you strapped in.”
As I sat on the chair, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any problems. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.
“Sorry” she said, but from the smile on her face I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my crotch as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her chest come into contact with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she didn’t pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the shaft of my cock.
“Just…having…trouble…with this…last….strap…” Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could feel the rough lace edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching…
Then it happened. Lindsay got the last strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked penis. The soft heat of her skin against mine caused my body to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned.
“Easy there big chief,” my daughter kidded as she stood up. “Why don’t you save that for the girls?”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. I didn’t know what else to say.
“No worries,” she replied with a smile. “Well, are you ready?”
“As ready as I can be.”
“You can say that again,” she said looking down at my crotch. “Well, here we go.” And with that, Lindsay placed the hood over my head.
She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black material. It was no more restricting than wearing a pair of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now.
“Now remember,” Lindsay whispered. “You have to act like you can’t see who’s touching you. You can’t say any names. You can’t talk to the girls directly – unless it’s to moan or say they’re doing a good job or something. You don’t want them to figure out who you are.”
Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my hard cock in her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, kissed me on the cheek, and said “I love you, dad. Have fun.” Then she disappeared behind the curtain to rejoin the other girls.
I could hear the other girl’s asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the movie had about fifteen minutes left, and then she would unveil their surprise.
The next fifteen minutes seem to take an hour. I could hear indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the other side of the curtain every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.
Lindsay and Kristy were both the same age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, light blonde hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5’8″ and slightly taller than my daughter. She had the kind of body that Playboy looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large breasts that seemed too big for her thin frame. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would have been a lock for a centerfold. Her green eyes, pouty lips, and the permanent look of mischief on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies.
Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5’6″ with an athletic body. Her medium length dark blonde hair contrasted her bright blue eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and legs. Her hips weren’t as curvy as Kristy’s, but her butt was hard and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to learn a very long time ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out.
Amy was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a freshman, just over 5′, and very petite. Her father was white American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both worlds. Her short, shoulder length black hair and deep brown eyes always drove me nuts. Her petite body was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she didn’t have the curves the other two girls had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes.
The last girl I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and build as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with much larger breast – I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly bigger than Lindsay’s. Not that it was flabby by any means! She just always seemed to have a tiny bit more jiggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite real. Out of all the girls, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter’s experiment.
The only other girl at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The only thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same black eyes as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy little butt. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth must have been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.
My mental review of the girls and their bodies was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were ready for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a little bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The sounds of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of time. I could hear the girls giggling as a hand that must have been Lindsay’s reached behind the curtain.
“And now ladies, I present to you…” she pulled the curtain aside with exaggerated flourish. “The Penis!!”
I was glad for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and didn’t close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their outfits. I could have been drooling and would not have known it. While I had seen Lindsay’s little schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the heavenly vision that stood there in front of me at that moment.
The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the other girls. Her tiny, petite frame showed just the slightest curve in her hips, and her small breasts were just buds. She had the same black eyes as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann’s younger sister. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic mound just sticking out on either side of the crotch material, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white t-shirt that said “Cutie” across the front in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped knee socks. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.
Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same t-shirt, but it seemed barely able to contain what was underneath; while her panties were light pink and higher cut than her sister’s. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on knee socks, but hers were solid white.
Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald green sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head band and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I couldn’t make out any hair there. Either the outfit’s crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My cock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous young girls.
Finally, I let my eyes settle on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung open and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching white lace high-cut panties, and white thigh-highs with vertical stripes patterned into them. A white satin choker with a diamond embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her lips.