John looked down, and saw the head of his penis pressed up against the white triangle-shaped exposed area of Lisa’s panties, at the front of her jeans. And he quickly backed away from her. But not before a substantial amount of sperm had flowed out of his penis, and was now soaking into the material at the front of Lisa’s panties.
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” John apologized, while Lisa still had her eyes closed, and was moving her jaw all around, checking to see if it still worked.
Lisa finally opened her eyes to discover her own father, standing in front of her, naked from the waist down, and with a mildly-pulsating erect penis that was still oozing out little globs of sperm.
She just stood there in shock for a moment, and stared at her dad’s erect dick and balls.
“Well, are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” John asked, feeling extremely embarrassed. He had the strong urge to cup his hands over his bare genitals to hide them from her view. But he also knew it was ludicrous to do that now, considering the fact that Lisa had already seen everything anyway.
“No, Daddy,” Lisa replied, “I’ve gotta ‘go potty’ right now.”
“What?” John asked a bit too loudly, reaching into his left ear canal to turn up his hearing aid.
“Shhhhh,” Lisa said with her index finger across her pursed lips, “I said, would you please move? I need to ‘go potty’ real bad!”
Then Lisa quickly closed and locked the bathroom door, before heading right past John, and straight for the toilet.
She pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one smooth yank, plopped her butt down on the toilet seat, leaned over and placed her elbows on her knees, and the urine immediately started spraying into the toilet bowl underneath her. While she was pissing, she had her face almost parallel to the bathroom floor, and she wasn’t paying any attention to her father at all.
John just quietly stood there a couple feet away from his 36-year-old daughter, Lisa, as he watched her urinate. He knew that his hearing aid was now turned up more than loud enough, because Lisa’s urine splashing into the toilet bowl sounded like a high-pitched Niagara Falls to him. He reached back up into his ear to tweak the hearing aid’s small volume knob, turning it down just a bit.
John thought about how completely different Lisa was from her mother. Jan had never urinated in front of John–at least, not while she was sitting on a toilet. Jan had always insisted on having total privacy in the bathroom. But on the other hand, Jan had never seemed to mind letting John see her squirt during their sexual encounters together. That struck John as being pretty strange behavior on Jan’s part.
John was also intrigued by the fact that Lisa hadn’t said one word to him so far about the situation she had just caught him in. It amazed him that she could be so nonchalant about his very-obvious masturbation and sperm-release.
Lisa urinated for quite a while, because her bladder had been just about as full as it could get. But after she had finished relieving herself, she reached over and grabbed a wad of toilet paper off the roll.
And John saw that Lisa didn’t have one single pubic hair anywhere on her lower abdomen.
Then, instead of wiping herself, Lisa extended her arm towards John, to hand him the toilet paper.
“Daddy, would you please do me the honor of cleaning me up, just like you used to, whenever I peed my pants, back when I was a little girl?”
“Sure, Honey,” John said without even thinking, as he took the wad of toilet paper from her.
Lisa leaned back on the toilet seat and spread her thighs far apart.
And John was just about to start wiping the outermost part of her totally hairless pussy mound, when he realized what he was actually doing, and froze up like a lifeless mannequin.
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” Lisa whispered, “It’s not anything that you haven’t seen before.”
“Yeah, but that was different. You were a little girl, back then.”
“I still am your little girl, Daddy. I will always be your little girl. You know that.”
“Yeah, you even look like a little girl, down there,” John commented, gesturing towards her crotch.
“I dance for a living, Daddy. Remember?
“You mean you strip for a living. Are you still at that Bare Bottoms topless bar?”
“Yeah. But the point is that I spend a lot of time in a G-string. And so it’s just easier for me to keep myself shaved down there. Does it bother you?”
“Not really. But it’s just a little unusual-looking. That’s all.”
“You didn’t think so, back when I was a little girl. So why don’t you go ahead and clean me up, just like you used to do? Believe it or not, it would mean a lot to me right now. I never told you this, but I used to love it, when you did that.”
John just stood there for a long moment, frozen and speechless. He knew that he was on the verge of crossing a line that wasn’t ever supposed to be crossed.
But John couldn’t help himself, as his eyes naturally gravitated towards his own daughter’s bare, opened-up pussy, right in front of him. He just stared at Lisa’s vaginal opening, and thought about the fact that it had been a long time since he had seen a real, live vagina. And he felt his spent penis starting to come back to life.
“Come on, Daddy, I’m not gonna bite you, or anything. And it’s really your fault that I’m so sticky down there,” Lisa said, quickly glancing down at her own pussy, and then looking back up at her father. “I promise I’ll just sit here, and be a good little girl.”
The “I’m so sticky down there” phrase coming out of Lisa’s mouth gave John all the motivation he needed to go ahead and cross that line–the same taboo line that he was afraid to cross, just a few moments earlier.
John leaned over, gently wiped the urine off the outside surface of Lisa’s fleshy mound, and then dropped the wad of toilet paper into the toilet bowl between her spread-legs. But he knew that toilet paper wasn’t going to suffice, when it came to cleaning up his sticky sperm from the front of Lisa’s crotch.
John opened the bathroom linen closet door, got a clean washcloth out of there, wet it under the bathroom faucet, and wrung it out. Then he used the warm, damp washcloth to thoroughly wipe down Lisa’s whole crotch and vulva. Afterwards, he set the washcloth down on the corner of the vanity countertop, grabbed a hand towel, and dried off Lisa’s “naughty parts” by gently patting them with the towel.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Lisa said in a little girl-sounding voice, as John straightened back up, and started to slowly back away from her.
John wasn’t paying attention when Lisa grabbed the wadded-up, damp washcloth from the vanity countertop. And that’s because he was gazing into her beautiful eyes, as he automatically replied, “You’re more than wel–”
And he was cut-off mid-sentence by something that caught him totally off-guard. Lisa’s left hand had darted out towards John’s crotch, and had quickly wrapped itself around his semi-erect penis. And she began wiping down his dick and his balls with the same damp washcloth that he had just used to wipe down her pussy.
“Lisa, what the hell are you doing?” John whispered, very slowly and emphatically.
“I’m cleaning you up, Daddy. Just like you did for me.”
John just stood there, and let his daughter wipe down his bare genitals. Lisa really hadn’t left him any other choice, but to cooperate with her.
And besides that, for John, Lisa’s actions brought back the still-vivid memories of his twin sister, Val, wiping down his 18-year-old genitals with a damp washcloth, before she gave him that second chance to finally complete the act of sexual intercourse with her.
Once Lisa felt that John’s dick and balls were clean enough, she put the washcloth back on top of the vanity countertop. But she didn’t let go of John’s penis with her left hand. Instead, she reached back over with her right hand, cupped her palm around John’s balls, and began fondling them.
“So what the hell are you doing now?” John strongly whispered.
“I’m just having a little fun, Daddy. That’s all,” Lisa whispered back, as she started playfully rubbing and squeezing the large head of John’s penis with the thumb and fingers of her left hand.
“Lisa, for Christ’s sake! We’re not supposed to be doing this. It’s just not right!” John pleaded with her.
“We are not doing anything. I’m the one who’s doing everything. But if you insist…” Lisa said, pulling her jeans and panties all the way off, gently kicking them to the side, and then getting up off the toilet seat to stand right in front of John, with her legs spread a little ways apart.
“Well, go ahead, Daddy. Play with my pussy. It’s okay. I want you to,” Lisa said, as she started to slowly pull the foreskin up and down the short shaft of John’s penis.
“Why are you doing this, Lisa?”
“I’ve always wanted to touch the dick and balls that made me. You’re the one who taught me to take advantage of an opportunity, whenever it comes along. So that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.”
“But I thought you were into women now.”
“I am.”
“Then, I should think that you’d much rather touch the pussy that made you. But of course, your mother would never go for that.”
“She already did,” Lisa said matter-of-factly. She saw the look of total shock and disbelief on John’s face, and she said, “I thought you already knew about that. You always told me that there weren’t any secrets in this family.”
“I guess I was wrong,” John said, with a puzzled look on his face. “So when did this happen?”
“I’m not gonna tell you, until you start playing with my pussy.”
“Lisa, please don’t make me do this,” John begged, pretending to baulk at Lisa’s suggestion that he fondle her pussy.
But deep down inside, he was very flattered by Lisa’s aggressive sexual advances towards him. It reminded John of the way that his sister, Val, had aggressively seduced him into having sex with her during their special “one-night stand” together. And John was also thoroughly enjoying Lisa’s genital manipulations.
The bottom line was that John’s dick was now fully-erect again. And he really couldn’t wait to get his hands on Lisa’s bare pussy, so that he could stick his fingers up into her inviting vagina.
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