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.