“Tori, I’d really rather not say…no, I take that back, I’d really like to tell you…but I can’t.” Nikki said, falling across her bed in exasperation.
“Do you hear yourself?” Tori said sitting on the bed beside her. “You sound all confused…I thought there was nothing we couldn’t tell each other.”
“Tori, I think I could tell you. I know you’d keep it secret. But there’s someone else involved that made me promise not to tell anyone.”
“You know you’re going to tell me,” Tori said confidently, stroking Nikki’s jean-clad leg. “So why not just do it now?…is it a guy or a girl?…come on, Nikki, spill it.”
Nikki felt herself weakening…she just had to tell someone else her secret. Tori could keep her secret; she was sure of it.
“All right but you got to promise not to tell!”
‘Not when Nikki’s coming out,” he chuckled to himself.
The night before had been so boring after all that had gone on. Eventually he’d driven down to Gladstone’s for a late dinner and then had come back and milled around the empty beach house for a while, finally going to bed in hopes that it would seem to shorten the time until he could have Nikki in his arms.
He took off his sweaty T-shirt and went up the stairs that led up to the deck of his home. In the kitchen, he took a jug of Gatorade out of the refrigerator and drank it without using a glass. There was one thing he hated to do and that was dishes. He’d be doing a lot of eating out.
He went back into the living area and saw that someone had called while he was out. He walked to the message machine and hit the button.
“Hi, Dad. Where are you? Just calling to let you know I’ll be there around 11. Love ya, bye.”
‘Another two hours and my little horny baby will be back!” Jonas thought as he headed back to shower.
At 12:15 P.M., Nikki pulled up and parked outside the door in the privacy wall at the beach house. She’d arrived late on purpose; she wanted her father to wait a little longer.
‘I’m going to hate to do this but he’ll thank me later,’ she hoped.
She got out of the car and reached in the bag seat for the duffel bag purse she had brought her change of clothes in. A breeze came up and ballooned the sheer hemp-toned sunshirt she was wearing. Underneath that she had on her bikini top. A short pair of shorts hid her bikini bottoms. She wanted to get some sun today since she had told her mother that she was going to the beach…although not to the beach house.
She walked through the wall gate and down to the front door. She tried the door and found that it was unlocked. Stepping into the foyer, she called out for her father. He came down the hall from his bedroom.
“There you are!” he said.
“Hello, Father,” Nikki said, dropping bag and wrapping her arms around his waist as he gave her welcoming kiss. And then another real kiss with a little tongue and some roaming hands on her bottom.
‘I don’t think I’ll have any trouble making him see reason,’ Nikki thought to herself as they unclenched.
“What kind of outfit is that?” he said as they walked into the living area.
“It’s a sunshirt. For those of us with delicate skin,” she twirled in front of him and then began unbuttoning the shirt as he leaned against the back of the couch. She saw the way his eyes were looking through the sheer material.
She opened the shirt and pulled it down off her shoulders, showcasing the skimpy black bikini top. Spaghetti straps and two triangular patches that left no guesswork about her cleavage and the inner slopes of her breasts.
“Ta-da!” she said.
Her father raised his eyes from her charms and chuckled, “That looks very nice on you, Nikki…it’s going to look even better laying by the bed.”
“Jeez, Dad! I haven’t heard that one in a while,” Nikki replied. “Very unoriginal.”
“Hey, I bet there aren’t many fathers that have said that to their daughters…I think it’s very original.”
“Let’s go for a swim,” Nikki suggested. She saw some disappointment cross his face. She wouldn’t mind just going back to his bed either but the longer she could tease him along, the easier it would be.
“The water’s awfully cold,” he pointed out, trying to deter her, no doubt.
“Come on, Dad,” Nikki whined. “Are you worried something will get all shriveled up!” Her eyes went to his crotch. “Don’t worry…after the swim I’ll unshrink things!”
“Nikki, you little…O.K., let’s do it!”
He pulled off his T-shirt, leaving himself in his usual swim trunks.
“I’ll get some towels,” he said and went back to his bedroom.
Nikki unzipped her shorts and shed them and took off her tennis shoes. Standing up, she pulled her bikini bottoms in place as her father came back with two towels.
They left the towels hanging at the base of the beach stairs and walked down to the ocean. The beach was mostly deserted; it was a public area but most people went up to Zuma or stayed down at the Santa Monica beach. The only people that ever frequented this part of the coast was the inhabitants of the beach houses.
When they walked in the water, Nikki let out a whoop at the coldness.
“I told you it was cold!” her father said.
“We’ll get used to it,” Nikki said and bravely ran into the water until a wave bore down on her. She dove under it and came up sputtering as her body rebelled against the change in temperature. She swooped her wet hair backward and looked around for her father. He came up beside her, letting out a whoop.
“Jesus, Nikki!”
“Don’t be a baby,” she said, her teeth chattering as she submerged herself to the neck. “We’ll get used to it.”
They splashed around for ten minutes and then headed back into the shore. Nikki walked up to where the soft white sand began and lay down on her back to dry off in the sun. She patted the sand beside her and her father lay down beside her on his side facing her.
“Looks like that swim was pretty stimulating,” he said. Nikki followed his eyes to her chest where her hard nipples were very apparent under her top. Nikki sat up on her elbows and used her fingers to drag the swatches of cloth back and forth, giving her father just a peek at her faint pinkish aureole.
“Dad, what did you plan for us to do today?” she asked, smiling at the way he smiled at her. Nikki could tell he wanted to touch her but out in the open he was afraid to.
“Oh, I figured we’d pick up where we left off yesterday.”
“I had this dream last night, Dad…I’d like to make it a reality,” Nikki said mysteriously and hotly.
“You know I just want to make you happy,” her father responded and leaned closer.
“I had this dream that you and me…and Tori were all in bed doing it.”
Nikki saw his face cloud again.
“Nikki, we talked about that, honey. It’s just not safe.”
“I know you think that but I’m telling you that Tori isn’t going to tell on us. She’d be telling on herself if she did.”
“Nikki, why can’t you just be happy with us?” her father said, risking a hand on her belly.
“Dad, I am but I love Tori, too. I was with her before I was with you… and if you can’t accept her into our secret, then I’m afraid I can’t see you this way anymore.”
‘There…I’ve done it,” Nikki thought.
After she had told Tori about her sex with her father, they had tried to think of a way to get him to loosen up about letting Tori going them. It turned out that Tori had had a crush on her father for years and she would love to have her father between her legs as well.
In fact, it was Tori’s idea to withhold more sex from her father. The idea had no downside; if her father stuck to his guns, she’d just concede the issue and keep fucking him.
“Nikki, you’re not serious!” her father said.
“I’m very serious, Dad…no Tori, no more me,” Nikki said as sternly as she could. It was hard to lay down an ultimatum like that to her father.
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