“I’m not making you do anything, Daddy,” said Lisa. “The choice is all yours. You didn’t have to stand there and watch me pee, you know? You could have just put your pants on, and left. But you didn’t, did you? Why?”
“To be honest with you, I don’t really know why, Lisa,” John said, lying through his teeth.
Of course, John knew exactly why he had just stood there, and watched Lisa urinate in front of him. The truth was that John just happened to have a fetish for female urination. And consequently, it really turned him on big-time to see pornographic photos and videos that showed women urinating.
And it should come as no surprise that John also had a fetish for the female urethra. But then, so did Lisa. That was one trait that they both had in common.
“Well, I do,” said Lisa. “It’s been an awfully long time since you’ve had sex with a woman. Hasn’t it, Daddy? Mom doesn’t ‘get it on’ with you anymore. Does she?”
“No, she doesn’t,” John admitted, feeling very awkward. “But I wish like hell that she would!”
“I hate to tell you this, Daddy, but she’s never going to. She thinks you’re a child molester. She thinks that you’ve been molesting Bill’s daughter.”
“You mean Trish?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh God! I’d never do something like that!” John insisted, lying through his teeth, as he was thinking about that “special night” that he had with Trish, back in 2006.
“I know that, and you know that. But a few years back, Mom found a pair of panties hidden at the bottom of your dresser drawer. And she assumed that they belonged to Trish.”
Lisa abruptly stopped her slow-but-steady hand-pumping of John’s penis. “So please tell me that those aren’t Trish’s panties,” Lisa said, pointing towards the pair of panties that were lying on the vanity countertop.
John reached over onto the vanity countertop, picked the panties up, and held them right up in front of Lisa’s face. “These are the same panties that Jan found that day. But they’re definitely not Trish’s panties. They were Val’s panties. Back when she was just a teenager.”
John grabbed the gallon-size plastic freezer bag that was on the vanity countertop, gently placed the panties into the bag, zipped the bag up, folded it in half, and stuck it in the pocket of his pants, which–along with his underwear–were wrapped tautly around his thighs.
“You mean your twin sister, Valerie?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, that’s exactly who I mean.”
“So you stole a pair of her panties?
“No. She gave them to me herself,” said John.
“Are they soiled panties?”
“Yes, they are. And they’re going to stay that way forever, if I have any say in the matter.”
“Wow! You ‘got it on’ with your own sister, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t say that, now did I?”
“No. But it’s the way that you said it. You did ‘get it on’ with Val, didn’t you, Daddy?”
“Yes. But it’s not what you think. We just ‘did it’ that one time. That’s all.”
“Well, once is enough,” Lisa flippantly remarked.
“Oh, no it isn’t. Believe me!” John said, slowly shaking his head from side-to-side.
“So, you’re afraid that if you play with my pussy right now, you’ll want to do it again and again. And you don’t think that I’ll let you do that.”
John didn’t respond at all. He just kept looking at Lisa. He was amazed at how she seemed to be reading his mind.
“Well, I’m not Val, Daddy. I would never tease you like that. You’re one of the few men that I’ve never felt threatened by. I love you very much. And I want you to be happy.
“And I know that you’re not happy right now, without a woman to satisfy your sexual needs. Since Mom’s out of the picture, I’d like to be that woman, if you’ll let me.”
“I don’t know, Honey. I don’t know if I’m up to it right now. I just masturbated before you walked in here. But of course, you already knew that.”
“I didn’t mean right now, you silly goose. I meant later tonight. After Jan and Alex are asleep.
“Right now, I just want you to play with my pussy for a couple of minutes, while I tell you all about Mom and me. Then we’ll see if we can get out of this bathroom, without her catching us. Deal?”
John placed his hand on Lisa’s pussy. He immediately felt the very large, partially-erect clitoris that was prominently jutting out at the front of her crack. The head of Lisa’s clitoris was almost as big around as the tip of John’s middle finger.
“Gosh, you’ve got quite the clitoris there, young lady.”
“Yeah, it really looks like a small penis, doesn’t it? That’s the main reason why I have to keep my pussy shaved. When I’m dancing, I always put a strong piece of tape across the front of my pussy to hold my clit pressed into my crack, so that it doesn’t show.
“And even then, I still have to be very careful not to let myself get sexually aroused when I’m dancing, or else I’ll get a small bulge in the front of my G-string. And I’m sure that most of my paying customers wouldn’t appreciate that.
“Here, let me show you something,” Lisa said, as she retracted the skin hood to expose the whole head of her long clitoris. “You see? It’s even got a dark ridge around the head, just like a guy’s dick-head does. You ought to see it when it becomes fully-erect. It’s a little over two inches long. I know, ‘cuz I actually measured it one time. And it looks just like I’ve got a miniature dick, instead of a clit. In fact, Vicki calls it my ‘little dick.’
“Of course, I don’t have a slit at the tip of it, like a guy’s dick-head does,” Lisa said, playfully rubbing the tip of her index finger against John’s piss-hole slit. And while she was doing that, images of Bill’s hypospadic penis automatically crossed her mind, and Lisa found herself unintentionally comparing her twin brother’s unique-looking, helmet-shaped dick-head to her father’s much-wider, flared-out dick-head.
“Vicki ought to call it your ‘dick-clit,'” John suggested, as he was feeling out Lisa’s little piss-hole opening with his fingertips. “That would be much more appropriate, don’t you think?”
“Sure, Dad. Whatever. All I know is that I’ve always been very self-conscious about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m a freak-of-Nature.”
“Nonsense. You’re a gorgeous young lady.”
“Yeah, with a gigantic, dick-looking clitoris sticking out of the front of her pussy,” Lisa immediately added. She felt her clit tingling, as it was growing, and steadily becoming more erect.
“Hey, I’m not exactly pleased with the size of my penis either. But I’ve had to accept it, because it’s the only penis I’ve got.”
“I just happen to like your dick, Daddy. I think it’s cute, and very sexy.”
“Well, I just happen to like your pussy too, Lisa. Just the way it is,” said John, as he finally stopped feeling out her piss-hole opening, and inserted his middle finger up into her vagina, to begin manually exploring it. “And if I were a younger man, I might even try to have sexual intercourse with you right now. And speaking of that, I assume that’s what you want us to do tonight.”
“You bet I do!” Lisa enthusiastically chimed in.
“Well, you’re not on any birth control, are you? I mean, I’ve heard of old men like me actually getting younger women like you pregnant,” said John.
“No, I’m not using any birth control right now, Daddy. I haven’t really needed to. I’ve been having sex with women. Remember?”
“That’s fine, Lisa,” said John, as he now had two of his held-together fingers (his middle finger and his ring finger) inserted up into Lisa’s vagina. And he was curling his two fingers towards him, and intentionally using his fingertips to massage her G-spot area. “I guess I’ll just have to go buy some condoms somewhere.”
“Oh, no you don’t! I hate those damn things! Tell you what, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll bop on down to the store and get some foam, or sponges, or something. Anything but condoms.”
“Okay.”
“Daddy, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d better get out of here, before Mom catches us,” Lisa said, realizing that John’s adept fingering of her G-spot was just about to make her cum hard. And she knew that if she just stayed there and let that happen, they would end up fucking right there, in the bathroom. So Lisa wisely decided that she had better leave right away, for both their sakes.
“You’re right, Lisa,” John agreed, pulling his fingers out of her wonderful vagina, but not until after she had removed her hands from his fully-erect dick and his balls.
Lisa started to put her panties and jeans back on. But when she picked the panties up off the floor, she saw the front of the gooey sperm-soaked panties, and reacted with, “Euuuh Yuuuck!” and then tossed the panties into the waste basket beside the toilet. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I brought plenty of panties with me. Mom always taught me to pack extra underwear whenever I take a trip out of town. I’ll just have to wear my jeans ‘au naturel’ for now. It isn’t like I haven’t done it before,” said Lisa, as she was buttoning up the front of her jeans and pulling her zipper up. “It’s times like this that I’m thankful I don’t have any pubes,” Lisa said, showing her wit, and her innate sense of humor.
Meanwhile, John was pulling his own pants and underwear back up.
“Okay, I’ll go out first,” Lisa said. “And I’ll distract Mom, so that you can sneak out, and then come in the front door, like you were just returning from a walk.”
Just as soon as Lisa had left the bathroom and closed the door behind her, John sprang into action.
First, he stuck his two fingers–the ones that he had pulled out of Lisa’s vagina, just moments before–right up under his nose, and took several deep whiffs of Lisa’s intoxicating, pheromone-laden pussy-aroma.
Then he reached down into the waste basket beside the toilet, retrieved Lisa’s sperm-coated panties, and tossed them into the bathroom’s laundry hamper, making sure to burrow them well down under the rest of the dirty laundry. John figured that he would come back later in the night to “properly dispose of” Lisa’s sperm-soaked panties.
Lastly, he used the damp washcloth to carefully wipe up the little puddles of sperm that he had left all over the bathroom. He thoroughly rinsed the washcloth out under the faucet, and then wrung the excess water out of it, before dropping it down into the laundry hamper, and closing the hamper door.
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