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“I have to go help Bub get Mama in the nursing home,” Mom announced that night at dinner. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. A week maybe. I can’t let my brother do it all.”
She arranged to leave early the following morning. Joey had classes so Dad said he’d take her to the bus terminal. She spent the evening showing me what was in the freezer to make for dinner and worried that we wouldn’t have enough to eat.
“We’ll be fine, Mom. Go and don’t worry about us.”
The next morning, I got up and saw Joey’s bed empty which meant he’d left for class. Dad took her and then would go to work from there, so I had the house to myself.
I waited for the pot to stop dripping and poured a mug of coffee.
“I hope you made enough for your old man.” I jumped hearing his voice.
“I thought you were gone. You scared me,” I poured him a mug and placed it on the table.
He still stood in the doorway, his hair on end like he’d had a night of wild sex, his silky white sleep pants were slung low, barely caught by his hip bones, and the fly was parted to tease the darkness inside. I averted my eyes and leaned on the counter to finish my coffee.
Only when I felt his eyes on me did I remember that I wore the thin white knit wifebeater and panties. It wasn’t like I expected him to be here, I thought. Too late to do anything now.
He sat at the table, his fly gaping and I looked into my mug and swirled the coffee. He drained his cup and clunked it on the table.
“How about another round, Kittycat.” His nickname for me is from when I was a kid and found a mama cat and all her babies on the back porch and wanted to keep them all. Pussycat, Pussy, or Kitty.
I picked up the pot and went over to pour it. His legs were spread wide, so I had to step between them to reach his mug. His cock was getting hard and pushing his pants, right next to the fly. Any movement and it would grow out of the opening.
“Just like your Grandma,” he said, wistfully.
I set the pot on the table. “What do you mean?”
“Your figure. You have her tits and hips.”
“She was beautiful,” I agreed, thinking back to her.
She was only fifteen years older than my Dad and had the same figure as far back as I can remember. She did have big breasts, which I must have inherited because my Mom had nothing. She only died a couple of years ago. Suddenly. Of a heart attack. When I would be out with her, everyone mistook her for my Mom. She was a beauty for sure.
She always said the one that knocked her up planted his seed and left. She never married and was a single Mom back when times were really tough.
“I miss her. She taught me so much.” He was lost in memory and sounded sad.
I leaned over and hugged him around the shoulders. “I’m sorry Daz. I miss her too.”
Daz was my childhood nickname for him. I tried to call him Dads, and it came out Daz. It stuck.
“I know baby,” He said, running his hand up my side. “But you’re so much like her. You make memories of her vivid.”
I couldn’t help but glance at his fly. His cock had pushed it into a mountain in his lap. The edge was caught on the tip of his cock and there was a wet spot in the white silk from precum. I felt a tingle between my legs in response.
I went over to the sink to rinse my cup, and he brought his.
He stood next to me for a bit. Not touching, but I could feel his body heat. I turned to look at him. He slowly raised his hand and trailed his fingers over my shoulder and my neck to caress my cheek.
“You’re so beautiful, Cara. I can’t believe I made a gorgeous woman like you.” He ran his thumb across my full lips and they automatically parted. “You’re responsive. I knew you would be. You are your Father’s daughter.” He smiled.
“You know your grandmother taught me how to please women.” His fingers lightly trailed down my neck and followed the edge of the wifebeater across the rise of my breasts.
“She did—You—” I was attempting to make sense of what he said.
“We fucked.” He looked at me. “Are you shocked?”
I thought back. I often found them hugging but realize now they were embracing. They would whisper or move apart quickly when I came around.
“Not really. Not shocked. She was sexy and you’re a sexual man.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m a sexual man?”
“I do,” I admitted.
“Oh pussycat,” he breathed another one of my nicknames and it sounded like a caress, and it hardened my nipples and he didn’t miss that.
He traced the armholes of the wifebeater that cut out on my tits so that the edge was only an inch or two from my nipples. His touch was feather-light and unbelievably arousing.
“I saw you with her. In your bed. You told me you were napping.”
“I remember,” he said softly, his eyes following his touch. “You had just graduated and I wanted to bring you into bed with us.”
“Mmm.”
He looked at me. “What if I had done that?” He hesitated. “Or me. What if you would have seen me alone in bed naked? Would you have joined me?”
“Yes.”
“Really? Even if you found this under the sheet?” he said, his hand waving over his hard cock. “It would have been for you. When you graduated, I saw you had blossomed into such a strikingly sexual woman.”
“Yes. I know you’d never mean me any harm.”
“Oh kitty,” he sighed. “Not the harm you mean, but maybe another way.”
I was mesmerized by his touch. By the sexual connotations of our conversations.
“Sex? You wouldn’t have harmed me by that.”
“Not if I’d have fucked you? Have you ever considered your Dad’s dick inside you?” he said, his tone stronger.
“No.”
“Not until now?” he asked. “Did you ever see me as a man that wanted you?”
“Maybe.”
“You’ve been looking at my dick all morning. You know what I want little kitten.”
“I do.” I looked down and his cock still had his pants tented. The front wet circle enlarged and wet with precum. I shuddered.
This was so much more intense than anything I had with Joey. He stroked my bare midriff under my shirt and above my panties.
“So had I brought you into my bed what would you have done?”
He ran his fingers across the top of my panties, and it was so distracting I had trouble concentrating on what he said.
“It depends.” I hesitated. “On if your cock was hard or not.”
He smiled. “Oh, it would have been hard. It’s usually like this around you, my beautiful Cara.” I looked at him. “You didn’t know you can get me hard just by an innocent look or touch?” I shook my head. “Well, you can. You have me wrapped around your little finger like any daughter does her Dad.”
“So, you would have fucked me if I’d gotten into bed with you that day?”
“Only if you wanted it. I certainly would have pulled you close to me so I could feel your soft body against mine. You’d feel my rough skin against your softness.” He was so close to me I could feel the waves of heat off his body.
A thick mat of curls that narrowed to a V until it disappeared in his pants. I tentatively touched the curls and then buried my fingers in. He gasped as I wove my fingers through the thick curls. His nipples hardened and poked through the thickness.
“Mmm.”
“My nipples are as sensitive as yours, love. I was blessed with many erogenous zones.”
I touched them and heard his sharp intake of breath. The power was almost overwhelming. That I could make a man respond to my touch like that. I felt like a virgin again.
He tucked his fingers into the elastic waist and ran them around to my hips, then back. Then trailed his fingers back up and under the hem of my shirt. I shuddered as he got closer to my breasts.
“So responsive,” he whispered in my ear. “What I want to do is caress the sensitive underside of your breasts with my lips so you would feel my beard and mustache.” I moaned softly. “Brushing your nipples with my beard and mustache. The pleasure will be excruciating, pussy.” His breath was soft puffs in my ear as he talked.
I gripped the curls on his chest as I swayed.
He kissed down my jaw to my lips. “Oh baby girl, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured, pressing his lips against mine.
I melted into his body, his hard cock throbbed between us, and my nipples hardened into bullets and ached so badly I ground them into his chest.
We ate at each other’s mouths as though we both were waiting for this moment. After what seemed like an hour, he growled and pulled away.
“Come,” he said, taking my hand.
He led me into their bedroom and through to the bath. He reached in and started the water.
He slowly peeled my shirt up and over my head, revealing my tits to him. He groaned. He hooked his fingers in my panties and pushed them down.
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