1 comments/ 63263 views/ 23 favorites Discovering Daddy Ch. 02 By: justalittlegirl Emily lay on her bed, watching the clock intently. She still had half an hour before she needed to leave for the stables, and all at once she felt that the time was going much too quickly and that it would never arrive. Excitement tingled through her body, but it was accompanied by a pounding in her head and a lurch in her stomach. Her superficial body ached to see Mr Gregson again, but deep inside she wasn't so sure. Emily ran her mind through the previous week's events. She remembered how Mr Gregson had kissed her embarrassingly small breasts so tenderly; how he had run his hands down her body so intimately; how his cock had taken her virginity so lovingly. Her pussy tingled lightly at her memories, and as her thoughts turned to the way he had called her his little girl and asked her to call him Daddy, her pussy started to drip with desire. She was wearing the shirt Mr Gregson had given her last week, and as she thought of him she let her hands trail over the fabric, feeling her nipples harden beneath it. It wasn't long before her hand explored lower territory, gently stroking the inside of her bare thigh before tentatively making its way to her slick, wet pussy. She stroked a finger up and down her wet slit, and then finally brought it up to her swollen clit, circling it gently. Emily repeated the motion only a few times before she felt her body tighten on the brink of an orgasm. Just as she was about to come, she removed her hand and clenched it into a fist at the side of her body to keep it from returning to her aching pussy. She had done the same thing countless times during the past week. Her thoughts of Mr Gregson drove her wild, but whenever she was about to come she remembered the way he had said, "Come for me baby girl, come for your daddy" and she was suddenly consumed with the conviction that she shouldn't be touching herself without his permission. As Emily looked at the clock again she realized it was finally time to get going. She made a quick trip to the bathroom and tried to dry the area between her legs, which proved to be an impossible feat because her pussy just wouldn't stop dripping. She returned to her room to slip on the jeans Mr Gregson had told her to wear. As Emily started to walk down the road towards the stables, she noticed that her jeans were rubbing against her still swollen clit. She tried to walk slowly to ease the pressure, afraid that she might orgasm before she arrived. By the time she got there, she was ten minutes late. She walked through the gate and made her way over to the horses, but Mr Gregson was nowhere to be seen. She considered mounting Gigi and starting on her ride anyway, but she didn't even want to think about the effect that would have on her throbbing pussy. Finally Emily looked over at the house and tentatively made her way towards it, hoping Mr Gregson wouldn't consider it an invasion of privacy. She made it all the way to the door with her hand poised to knock when her nerves suddenly overwhelmed her. What if he was mad at her for coming to the house? Had last week really happened anyway? And if it had, did she really want to do it again? Her hand was still hovering at the door when it suddenly swung open. Mr Gregson looked down at her with those familiar, friendly hazel eyes which made Emily almost certain she had imagined the previous week; it was impossible to imagine quiet, gentle Mr Gregson taking her as confidently as she remembered. He didn't smile, though Emily thought she saw a tiny smirk as he looked at her raised fist. He simply stood to the side which Emily assumed was an invitation to come in. She stepped into the house just far enough to let him close the door and waited awkwardly. Mr Gregson stood in front of her again, looking her up and down with no apparent expression on his face. He gave a small nod of approval as he took in her clothes. "I see you dressed how I asked." His voice was flat, almost mumbling. He was the same, shy Mr Gregson who had barely spoken two words to Emily before last week. He took a step towards her and Emily's mouth dropped open as his hands reached down to unto her jeans. He slipped them down to her ankles and looked down quickly to take in her lack of panties before giving her a tight smile. "Exactly how I asked." He walked towards the couch and without looking back at her said, "You may step out of them." Emily shook her jeans off and self-consciously clasped her hands in front of her pussy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to do. Mr Gregson settled into the couch and turned on the TV. "You were late." He didn't move his eyes from the screen. "I-I'm sorry. It took me longer than usual to get here." "Why?" Emily blushed at the thought of her jeans rubbing against her swollen clit. "I guess I was walking a bit slowly." Mr Gregson finally turned to look at her, but his face was suddenly very stern. He spoke more firmly this time; the shy, bumbling man disappearing. "Why? And don't cover yourself like that. When I undress you it means I want to see you." Emily slowly let her hands drop to her sides. "I don't know why." Her face was bright red. Mr Gregson stood and started walking back towards her. As he got closer Emily was afraid he would slap her, but he stopped in front of her and looked down at her the way a father would look down at his rebellious daughter. "Tell me why." Emily felt tears well in her eyes. She had hoped that Mr Gregson would take her in his arms and call her his little girl before fucking her again, taking her back to the amazing level of ecstasy he had before. She didn't understand what was going on, and deep down she was terrified that he wasn't attracted to her anymore. She just wanted him to stop being so stern with her, so as much as it humiliated her she decided to tell him the truth. "I was horny, and my jeans were rubbing against me so I was afraid I would come." She looked down at the ground as she spoke, afraid to watch his expression. "Why didn't you want to come?" "Because I didn't have your permission." Mr Gregson was silent for a full minute, so Emily finally looked up at him. To her relief, he was smiling at her. "That's a very good girl Emily, I hadn't even told you that rule yet. So tell me my baby, what had you so horny?" "I had been thinking about you...Daddy." Emily hesitated a moment before using the name, but she hoped it would make him even more happy with her. She was rewarded with a large grin and a strong hand gently stroking her hair. "You really are a good little girl." Then his face turned serious, though not stern this time. "But you were late, and Daddy doesn't like it when you're late." "I really am sorry Daddy." "I know you are baby, but I can't just let it go like that. My girl needs some discipline to make sure she becomes the best girl she can possibly be." Emily's eyes grew wide as she looked at him. He was looking at her so tenderly; it was hard for Emily to believe his words. "Discipline?" "Yes my Emily. What do you think we could do to teach you not to be late?" "I don't know Daddy." "Think Emily, you're a smart girl." Emily had no idea what sort of answer he was looking for, but she didn't want to displease him. Finally she remembered the way he had looked at the riding crops last week. She hadn't thought he would really use them on her, and though she had enjoyed the pain when his cock had entered her she didn't think she could handle something quite so extreme. Mr Gregson was looking at her expectantly though, and she didn't have any other ideas. "You could whip me with the riding crops." Emily screwed her eyes shut as she said it, terrified that that wasn't the sort of discipline he was talking about, and simultaneously terrified that it was exactly what he was talking about. When she finally opened her eyes, Mr Gregson was smiling at her again. "You would let me do that, Emily?" Emily nodded her head in consent. As scared as she was, she knew she would do it if it would please him. Mr Gregson leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Emily felt her entire body tingle, so happy that he was pleased with her. "Thank you for offering that my girl, but I think we'll ease into that. For now we'll stick with something simpler, and more intimate." He reached down and took her hand, leading her into the dining room. He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, not letting go of her hand. Slowly and gently he pulled her down, leading her hand down past his legs until she was bent over him. "Take your weight of the floor my sweetheart, just let yourself relax on me." Emily let herself fall forward until only her hair touched the ground. Her shirt fell up towards her neck as her hips rested in Mr Gregson's lap. Mr Gregson placed a palm on one ass cheek, rubbing it in slow circles before moving onto the other one. He slid his hand down towards her pussy, running his finger through her wetness. Emily hadn't stopped dripping since she had started thinking of him earlier. She could hear the smile in his voice. "All this is for me? My dirty little girl." He brought his finger up to his mouth and tasted her. "Delicious." Emily felt her whole body relax. It felt incredible to be with him again, to have him touching her so intimately. She almost forgot that this was about discipline. Before Emily even knew what was happening, Mr Gregson raised his hand and rapidly brought it down on her ass, resulting in a loud cracking sound. She cried out, a deep, guttural sound. Mr Gregson rubbed her ass cheeks again. "Good, you're a moaner. I don't enjoy screamers nearly as much." He brought his hand up again, bringing it down with even more force than before. Emily moaned even more loudly, tears stinging at her eyes. Mr Gregson repeated the process ten times, rubbing her ass between each slap; soothing her sore, red cheeks before bringing even more pain on them again. By the time he was finished, Emily had a few tears streaming down her face, but she felt oddly secure. The way he had continued to be so tender with her had made her feel comforted, and she could feel his cock pressing against her hip so she knew he was pleased with her. Mr Gregson stroked her back for a few moments, petting her like a kitten. He slid his hands towards her shoulders then tilted her upwards until her feet were back on the ground. "Stand up Emily." Emily felt dizzy as the blood rushed out of her head, but Mr Gregson stood up after her and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head into his chest and stroking her hair. "You are so good for Daddy; you won't ever be late again, will you?" "No Daddy, I promise." Emily's words were muffled by Mr Gregson's chest, but he must have understood because he held her more tightly. After a few moments Mr Gregson turned Emily's face to look at him, still stroking her hair. "Normally I wouldn't do this, because a punishment is punishment after all, but since it was your first one and you took it so well, I would like to give you a reward." Emily smiled shyly up at him. "Thank you Daddy." He picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom, then laid her down on the bed. Emily felt her breath quicken as Mr Gregson stood over her, smiling at her. "Take off the shirt." Emily did as she was told, feeling slightly embarrassed at showing him her small breasts again, but then she almost giggled at herself as she realized that if it hadn't been for those breasts, none of this would ever have happened. As she lay back into the bed Mr Gregson ran his eyes over her. "There are my pathetic little girl tits." It amazed Emily that he could insult her yet make her feel wonderful at the same time. His words may have sounded mean on the surface, but the way he smiled as he said them and the way he had called them his made Emily feel proud of them. He laughed as her nipples grew hard beneath his gaze, then went to stand at the foot of the bed. "Show Daddy your cunt, Emily." She had to look away as she spread her legs as wide as they would go. "Look at me sweetie, don't take your eyes off me unless I say so." Emily trembled as she looked back towards him. Mr Gregson let out a long sigh of satisfaction. "It makes me very happy to see my baby's cunt glistening for me like that." As if to prove his words, he undid his trousers and pulled them off along with his boxers in one motion, letting Emily see the way his cock stood straight up. He removed his shirt as he leaned forward, kneeling on the bed in between her legs. Lying on top of her, he placed his mouth softly on hers, probing her mouth with his tongue. Emily could feel his cock pressing against her pussy and couldn't help moving her hips in small circles. Mr Gregson took his mouth off hers. "Hold still baby, I know your slutty little cunt wants me but it's just going to have to wait." Emily strained to keep her body still as Mr Gregson went back to kissing her, but she couldn't keep the tiny moans of frustration escaping from her throat. Mr Gregson laughed at her and got back up on his knees. He placed his hands under her legs and lifted them up over his shoulders, letting his cock slide up and down her wet slit. Emily moaned each time his cock brushed her clit. "Play with your little tits baby, show Daddy what a horny little slut you are." Emily really was a horny little slut at that moment, so she had none of her usual reservations as she brought her hands up to her chest, squeezing her breasts before rolling her nipples in her hands. Her moans grew louder and she struggled against the temptation to throw her head back, careful to keep her eyes on her Daddy's. Mr Gregson took his cock in his hand and moved just the head through Emily's slit, before holding it at her entrance. Emily wasn't sure if she was even allowed to talk, but she couldn't help herself. "Yes Daddy, please fuck me! I want your cock inside me so much." Mr Gregson grinned wickedly. "Don't worry my girl, you'll have my cock inside you soon enough." But instead of entering her, he slid the head of his cock lower down until it was pressing against her asshole. Her pussy had been dripping so much that her ass was slick as well. Mr Gregson placed just a little pressure at her back entrance, massaging it but not pressing inside. Emily's eyes grew wide when she first felt his cock at her ass, but as he rubbed against her she started to moan again, remembering how nice it had felt when he had fingered her asshole. "Are you my little girl?" "Yes Daddy!" "And you belong to me completely?" "Oh yes Daddy." "So that means every part of you belongs to me, and I can use you how I see fit?" "Yes Daddy, however you want." "Tell me what you're going to let me use right now." Emily hesitated for only a fraction of a second. "You can have my ass Daddy, it belongs to you. Please fuck my ass Daddy!" Mr Gregson smiled at her. "You dirty, dirty girl." He placed a little more pressure on her. Mr Gregson's cock had massaged Emily's asshole so tenderly that it welcomed the head of his cock. It slipped past her sphincter and Emily let out a loud moan. The first feeling was pain, but as he held his cock just inside her the pain was overtaken by pleasure. As he pushed in further, Emily instinctively tried to push him out, but the movement had the opposite effect. As soon as she pushed, Mr Gregson's cock slid in further until it was halfway buried inside her. He groaned as her ass clenched around him. "You're mine Emily." At his words Emily pushed out again, but this time it was with the intention of helping him penetrate her more deeply. As his entire length slid deep inside her ass, Emily let out a deep, animalistic sound that would have embarrassed her had she not been so overcome with desire. He held his cock inside her as Emily adjusted to him. It was an entirely different feeling of fullness than when he had been in her cunt; there was an irresistible combination of feeling like she needed to empty herself while simultaneously wanting to be filled even more. Mr Gregson looked at her and smiled. "You're such a naughty, dirty little girl lying there with your daddy's cock in your ass." Emily was once again surprised at how much his words turned her on. She smiled at him with a mixture of raw hunger and pure bliss. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck my ass hard." Mr Gregson moved his hips backward, sliding out of her until only the head of his cock was still encased by her ass. He gripped her tightly and thrust into her hard and deep, causing them both to cry out. They kept their eyes on each other as he moved in and out of her ass, no longer speaking but letting out various grunts and moans. Mr Gregson reached down to rub Emily's clit, and she struggled to hold off an orgasm. She never could have imagined the sensory pleasures hidden in her anal passage, and the combination of the physical sensations and the thought that she was being claimed so completely, in such a naughty way, was driving her rapidly to the edge. "Come exactly when I tell you to, baby." Mr Gregson's words came out in rapid spurts between heavy breaths. Emily could only nod frantically in agreement. He moved faster, sliding in and out easily with all of the juice being continuously produced by Emily's pussy. Each time he thrust into her, his cock disappeared in her ass and his balls slapped loudly against her cheeks. Emily was writhing on the bed, struggling to keep her eyes on Mr Gregson. She was almost in pain from her desperate need for release. Her daddy's fingers continued to play at her clit, which was making her ass twitch around his cock. Finally, Mr Gregson gripped her hips so hard it hurt and managed to grunt out, "Come Emily." He thrust himself hard into her and an orgasm immediately rippled through her entire body. Her ass closed tightly around Mr Gregson's cock and he instantaneously released his sperm deep into her ass. They both cried out in utter pleasure but kept their eyes on each other, which only intensified the satisfaction of their joint release. Mr Gregson kept himself buried deep inside her as he emptied his balls into her ass and Emily felt wave after wave of pleasure as his hot cum filled her. After the last drops of cum left his cock, Mr Gregson slowly slid out of Emily and lay down beside her. He stroked her hair, every so often placing a soft kiss on her lips; her nose; her forehead. Emily smiled up at him contentedly, feeling his cum drip from her ass. She had never felt so protected, or so much like she belonged somewhere; to someone. After a few moments, Mr Gregson reached over and picked up his cell phone. He handed it to Emily. "Put your number in." She obediently keyed in her details then handed the phone back to him. Mr Gregson gave her one last, deep kiss before standing up. "Get dressed baby girl. Quickly. You'll probably want to use the bathroom soon and I want you to hold my cum inside you until you get home." Emily was already feeling a slight pain in her stomach so she put her shirt on hurriedly and rushed out towards the door where she had left her jeans. Mr Gregson was right behind her, smiling with amusement as she rushed around. He placed his hand behind her head and looked into her eyes. "You'll hear from me my sweet girl. Now you better run." Emily hesitated, smiling at him before reluctantly walking out the door. She ran all the way home, her stomach killing her but the smile never leaving her face. She had no more doubts about Mr Gregson. Emily knew with absolute certainty that she would return whenever he wanted her to, and do whatever he asked. For better or worse, she was his. Discovering Daddy Ch. 02 She had obviously shaved herself not too long ago because the hair between her legs was very short; fine blond pubic hair that was just long enough that it was starting to curl. Caroline pushed her hair back behind her ears as she looked down between her legs with me. "I did it a few weeks ago, but it just grows back. Someday I might try a wax job. I hear that that's even better." Caroline talked she sat down on the toilet. Only a sister would have noticed the little hesitation in her eyes before she raised her leg so she could rest her foot on the edge of the tub. Then she reached down and grabbed her other ankle in her hand and pulled her knee to her chest, which effectively displayed her whole nether region to me. I gulped, and realized that it was a good thing that I was going to have to sit down in front of her because my legs were all of a sudden very wobbly. You know how it is when you're a girl – everything is usually tucked away, waiting until you're turned on to make an appearance. But Callie wasn't as aloof as she was pretending. Either that or her slit just wasn't listening, and fingering her little sister had teased it into fuckable readiness. Her inner lips were already protruding, swollen and puffy, glistening with girl cum and ready for play. I was amazed at their deep pink color, which impossibly matched the vibrant shade of the can of Raspberry Rain shaving gel. My mouth started watering. I swallowed hard and resisted the urge to fondle my sister's slit. After all, she hadn't asked me her to play with her. I longed to cuddle her in my arms so that she'd have to wrap those pretty tan legs around me. I gathered my tools and a couple of soft towels and put them on the floor in front of Caroline. Then I took down a washcloth and held it under the hot water, letting it get soaked. Callie watched me kneel between her legs. I draped the hot washcloth over her pussy, letting the water drool down her slit and soak all of her fine pubic hair. I looked up at Caroline. She had her eyes closed and her head back. I thought for a moment that she was pretending that she wasn't there, kind of like you do at the dentist's office. Then I noticed the little smile at the edges of her mouth. I took the washcloth away, squirted a glop of the gel onto my fingers, and rubbed it all over my big sister's privates. I could feel the fuzz under my fingers, slippery and fine. Somehow even though I was rubbing her pussy and not my own, the effect was the same. My pussy lips got wetter and fatter, opening and getting ready for penetration, and I could watch hers doing the same. God, it was exciting. How could she stand it? I mean, she was the one being rubbed with slippery goo, but I was the one about to cum. I got out the razor and went to work. I did the easy stuff first, shaving above her slit, along her bikini line and the top of her legs, my fingers covered with the white foam made by the raspberry gel. Callie was right – there was nothing to it. I got so involved in making sure that I was doing a good job that I didn't really notice when I started touching her swollen pussy, carefully pulling her lips one way and then the other so that the razor could catch every silken hair. I kept having to splash on more water and work the gel into a lather again. Whenever I did, I'd feel for stubble that the razor had left behind so that I could shave her again in the other direction. It was especially hard to get between the edges of her lips and the area down around her slit. I could see what she had been talking about – some of this was definitely easier for someone else to do. I looked up and I saw her pulse beating rapidly in her throat. Her breathing was hurried, too, her breast rising and falling faster than it should be for a girl sitting still – she was definitely enjoying being lathered and shaved. I was working on the little area just under her slit when she let go of her leg and rested her bare ankle on the back of my neck. "Sorry," she said. "I just couldn't hold it up any more." "That's all right. Just don't wiggle." I went back to work, finishing up the last little bit between where the cheeks of her ass met her slippery hole. I tried to think up an excuse to touch her slick inner lips which were swelling even more, but I couldn't. Obviously the leg she'd been resting on the tub cramped too, because a moment later she put her other ankle on my neck, with the soles of her feet touching behind my head. The memory of last night when she'd been in the exact same position while she diddled herself pushed its way into my head. I kind of blanked out, astonished at how fucking hot she'd been and the realization that she was even hotter now. "Done?" she whispered, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I was startled back to reality, and I quickly took my hand from where it had wandered down between my legs. "Not quite. I just need to check and see if I got it all." My voice didn't even quiver. Much. I slid my fingers around, grateful for the excuse to feel her outer pussy lips, to inch my finger along the line where her legs joined her crotch. I grazed my knuckles against her puffy inner lips, pretending that I didn't notice what I'd done. They quivered every time I touched them, and it was positively entrancing. Could they possibly be as slippery as they looked? I could pretend nothing was happening, and Caroline could pretend nothing was happening, but her pussy sure didn't know it. The girl cum drooling from her mixed with the leftover gel, leaving her all slick and filling my nose with an arousing musky aroma. I squirmed a little in my shorts, promising my pussy that I'd get to it soon. "I think I'm done," I said. "Let's get you dry and then I'll make sure." I picked up one of the warm fuzzy towels. I draped a single layer of it over my hand and put it on her pussy, massaging the rough terry with my palm and gently getting her all dry so that she could put her panties back on. I was just making sure that all of the water and gel and girl cum were cleaned up. Really. But this time Callie didn't even pretend to be fooled. She held my head in her hands, holding my face in place inches from her divine wet slit while she slowly wriggled herself against the soft towel in my hand. She moaned softly and bucked just a little faster, fucking the towel and my palm. Her voice was a shaky whisper, "Oh my." While she held my head between her legs I rubbed her through the towel, watching her wriggle deliberately against my hand. It was the most sensual thing I'd ever seen. Who would have known that watching a girl fuck my hand through a towel could be so positively exciting? I would have let her finish, rubbing my hand until she came, but I was afraid that I'd give in to the hunger suddenly rising in me; the hunger to rip off that damned towel, cover her pussy with my mouth and lick those slippery lips. I knew damn well that for all of her wanton displays in front of me that she didn't really want something like that – her own sister licking between her legs. She wanted real men and real cocks, not her sister's lips, right? I pulled the towel free. "There you go," I said brightly. "One last check." While Callie sat there with her legs spread wide and her feet around my neck I squirted a small dollop of the shaving cream onto my fingers. I examined every inch of my shaving job, massaging Raspberry Rain into her pussy and feeling for spots I might have missed. But there weren't any. Caroline's pussy was smoother than when she was a baby and it was creamy soft, thanks no doubt to the olive butter in the Raspberry shaving gel. But there was no denying that she was no longer a prepubescent girl – her inner pussy lips puffed out, swollen and greedy for the kind of attention that only grown-up girls get, and her slit trickled little drops of juice flavored with heady scent of girl in heat. Caroline let go of my head and felt between her legs, sliding her slender fingers all over, touching her slit, her puffed lips, her bikini line. She nestled her finger between her inner lips, smearing it with her girl cum. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked it clean. What was she? Some kind of kinky cum addict? "Perfect!" she said. I didn't know if she was talking about my shave job or the taste of warm pussy. "Thank you, Katie-pie," she said with a smile on her face and a song in her voice. "You're welcome," I said. Callie slid her finger between the pink inner lips of her shamelessly smooth pussy. I watched, fascinated as her lips parted for her finger, welcoming her intrusion just as they might a hard cock. Or maybe a sister's tongue. She slid her finger all the way inside herself, a mock cock going home. "Here," she whispered. "Since you were so nice to do this for me, I should let you try some." "No!" I said. I wanted to stand up, but my reason failed me, and Callie's ankles were still resting on my shoulders. Caroline tangled her fingers in my hair, holding me in place. But it wasn't her hand that held me there. Not really. "Come on," she whispered. "It's really good." She slipped her wet finger out of her pussy and moved it slowly towards my lips. I gave in – there was no use pretending that I didn't want to. I opened my mouth, and she slid her cummy finger into me. It was delicious. A slippery girl syrup, salty and sweet and worse than crack cocaine in the instantly-addictive department. I wanted more. But it wasn't just the taste that sent the lance of desire between my legs. It was the intimacy of having Caroline's finger in my mouth, of knowing where it had just been, of licking and tasting her for no other reason than the sheer enjoyment of it. When her finger popped from my mouth, I trembled. "Your turn," she said, smiling at my dazed reaction. She let go of my hair and took her feet from where they'd been resting on my neck and put them on the floor. Caroline stood up and helped me to stand. She picked up the razor and the can of gel and looked at me expectantly. "Well, I can't shave you with your pants on," she said, as if she was stating something really obvious to a five year old. I guess I was kind of waiting for her to put her pajamas back on, but clearly she wasn't going to. To be frank, she looked so damned cute wearing nothing but her Pooh pajama top that I was having a hard time not staring at her bare legs and wanting to touch them. Her bikini kept her tan from reaching her crotch, which was a pale white that made her shaved pussy look even more childlike. And her long legs looked even more naked when she was half dressed that way. I mean, she was showing less skin than when she wore her bikini. And when you're wearing a bikini you're supposed to look a little naked. But she wasn't supposed to look more naked, so somehow she did. I was at another moment of truth. And the truth was, I probably could have told her 'you're welcome' and walked back to my room. At least, I could have if only I hadn't licked her finger. I was drunk with this new intimacy, and I didn't want it to end. I didn't want Caroline to put her PJs back on, I didn't want to be away from her lithe naked body, I didn't want my pussy to not look like hers or to feel her fingers. And it's not like she hadn't already touched me there. Once again, 'Go For It,' popped in my head. I must have been getting used to that command, because I unfastened my shorts, unzipped them, and slid them and my sopping panties down my legs to the floor. "See?" said Caroline. She was looking between my legs with a funny kind of hungry look. "You're, like, way overdue." I had to admit, even though the fine blond hair between my legs wasn't very long, compared to Caroline's freshly shaved nether parts I felt positively shaggy. I kicked my feet free of my shorts and panties and tossed them over on top of the Pooh pajama bottoms, making a little pile of clothing soaked with girl juice. Then I sat on the terry towel which was still warm from Callie's bottom. I positioned my legs the way she had, one on the edge of the tub and the other spread wide but holding my ankle in my hand so that my crotch was deliriously exposed and Callie would have room to work. Meanwhile Callie rinsed the washcloth in steaming hot water. While I sat there trying hard not to be embarrassed and hoping she'd be gentle, Caroline kneeled between my legs with a soft giggle. She took the hot washcloth and placed it on my pussy. I'd never known that the rough texture of steaming wet terrycloth could be so positively wanton and sexy. I closed my eyes and I could feel the same smile that had been on Caroline's lips touching mine. After a minute she took the cloth away, leaving the hair all soft, wet, and ready for shaving. She started humming some tune I didn't recognize. I looked between my legs at her while she squirted some Raspberry Rain onto her fingers and started to massage it into me. Oh, God. No one had ever touched me there before except me. Ever. My whole body tried to spasm with the pleasure of the intimacy, the silky touch of Caroline's slender fingers spreading Raspberry Rain with Olive Butter all round my most sensitive place. It was overwhelming. My body twitched, trying to collect all the sensations into the fuel that would push me to an orgasm. I tried very hard not to wiggle in delight. How in the hell had she managed to sit still? I needed to distract myself or suffer the humiliation of cumming while Caroline shaved me. "What are you whistling?" I asked. My voice came out kind of soft, but I was happy that I wasn't actually panting. Callie giggled. "It's an Aerosmith song I got off of one of Dad's CDs," she said. "I couldn't help but think of it." Aerosmith is one of those old bands that Dad listens to, so we get subjected to their music whether we like it or not. Callie started singing softly, her voice mellifluous and with a trace of laughter at the appropriateness of the tune. Pink - it's my new obsession Pink - it's not even a question Pink - on the lips of your lover, Pink - is the love you discover I giggled at the lyrics. It was as if they'd written it just for us. But I don't know how they could have known about pink pussies - aren't they like all old and shit? My mind drifted away as Caroline went on singing, her fingers doing their magic between my legs while I tried my damndest not to get too excited. After a little while I decided that she was right and I spread my knees and put my ankles on her shoulders, which was more comfortable. Callie giggled to herself as she saw me learn the same lesson she had. My mind tried to walk a knife-edge; enjoying every slippery touch while telling myself that it was just a shave, and I'd just have to go back to bed and play with myself later. Callie was more businesslike than I'd been. Or maybe it had just seemed like the whole thing took longer when I'd been the shaver and not the shavee. Her fingers deftly explored my nooks and crannies, massaging olive butter gel into me and then shaving me clean. She gently tugged on my lips as she pulled them this way and that, which sent happy waves to my clit. I kept silently begging the feelings to gel into an orgasm. But it wasn't to be, because suddenly she was done. She grabbed a clean towel and draped it over me, drying my pussy by massaging the terrycloth. I thought I was going to die, it felt so good. Who knew that masturbating with something as rough as a towel could be as titillating as using a pair of satin panties (which I had done myself, more than once…)? She took off the towel and I looked down between my legs at the top of her blond head while she peered closely at my pussy, inspecting her barber job. Her slender fingers slid over all of my parts, searching for non-existent stubble, but I was as smooth as a baby's bottom. And she was right – I was way more sensitive than I had been. The gentlest touch of her fingers sent pre-cum spasms wiggling all through me. My pussy wanted her to rub a little harder, a little faster. It leaked liquid out of my slit, begging me to do something to help it cum. My mind was lost in a pleasant fog while Caroline touched me, but my body reacted by twitching my drippy slit against her fingers. I don't know if she even noticed. Callie was feeling parts of me where no hair ever grew anyhow, sliding her finger up and down my inner lips and creating delicious friction which made them swell and drool. I could feel the moisture dripping out of my crack and down to the towel. We were both transfixed, watching her fingers caressing my smooth pussy and making everything wet again. I was having a hard time breathing, and then she did it. My big sister slipped two fingers into me, and I moaned. My eyes closed because the extra sense of sight was just too much for my overloaded mind. But I wanted to see her. I ignored my panting, ignored the squishy sounds Callie's fingers were making in my wet pussy. I managed to open my eyes so I could see what my big sister was doing to me. Callie was watching her fingers sliding slowly in and out of my pussy as if she'd never seen anything so wonderful in her life. This new tugging on my clit was finally snowballing me in just the right direction, and as I gazed at the top of her head I wondered why I had ever thought I needed a cock. Without stopping her gentle fucking, Caroline got up on her knees and moved closer to me. She lifted the edge of my t-shirt, exposing my belly and then my left breast while her pretty fingers insistently probed my slit. She leaned close and put her mouth over my nipple, giving it a gentle bite which almost pushed me over the edge. My slit cried 'No' as she slowly pulled her fingers free. At the same time Callie must have decided to 'Go For It,' because she took as much of my breast into her mouth as she could and began sucking me. Oh God. I had no idea. I'd never known that my breast could be the conduit for such pleasure, sending orgasm-building ripples racing towards my pussy. Callie had become my little baby, needing sustenance from me just to exist. And at the same time she was my wanton grown-up lover, leading me to do things I'd never imagined. I loved her more in that moment, with my legs spread wide and her soft lips nursing my breast, than I had ever loved her before. When she pulled her fingers free from my slippery hole it made a little sucking sound, pleading for their return. She lifted her fingers, dripping wet with fresh girl cum, to my lips. I opened my mouth and licked them while she suckled me. The scrumptious flavor of my own cum, every bit as delicious as Callie's, suffused me with warm urgent need. I wanted her to move even closer so I could rub my wet slit on her chest, so I could feel the warmth of her between my bare legs. I held her head to my breast, luxuriating in nursing my sister while I tasted my musky cum. She put her fingers back inside me, fucking me while she sucked my nipple. I tried to relax into the moment because I was definitely on the orgasm road, now. But it never occurred to me that Caroline was as excited as I was. At least, it never occurred to me until she muttered "Oh, God," in a hungry whisper and slid down to close her mouth over my pussy. One. Two. Three strokes of her soft pink tongue, and I came like a rocket; hot satisfying flames of bliss spreading from my liquid center. Callie's lips squirmed around my pussy, slurping and swallowing the liquid that tried to escape. She was like a greedy child, craving every drop of attention that my wet slit had to offer. Her breath was hot as she panted her desire into me between hungry licks and greedy kisses. I was sure that I'd gone to heaven. Discovering Daddy Ch. 02 The fires emanating from between my legs didn't bank when I was finally done cumming in Callie's mouth. I needed more. Caroline stood up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She smiled at me and took my hand, and I followed her willingly down the hall to my room. We were both naked from the waist down as we padded down the hall, Caroline in her Pooh pajama top and me in my short t-shirt. We flaunted our bare butts, our lanky naked legs and freshly shaved pussies. But it didn't seem to matter. After all, once you've cum in a girl's mouth there isn't much room left for embarrassment. And it felt deliciously wicked that my pussy was dripping wet when I wasn't under the covers in my bed. Caroline ripped off her pajama top and threw herself on my bed. She picked up Mr. Paddington, and carefully placed him gently on the floor. Nobody ever messed with Mr. Paddington, even Callie. By the time he was resting next to the bed I had my t-shirt off and was crawling in beside her. We fell into each other's arms as if we'd been doing it for years and shared our first kiss. I don't need to tell you, kissing a girl is way different from kissing a boy. Her hunger was just as intense, just as palpable. But it was softer and more gentle – a sexy shameless craving and not raw climax-driven need. She was a delicious mixture of contrasts - delicate and powerful, soft and demanding. I guess that I just didn't own very much imagination. The things that we tried had never occurred to me. Of course, my imaginings always featured boys and so there was no reason for me to think of them. I don't know that I'll ever remember every position we tried, every kiss or cum. Mostly it's just a blurry memory of sweet naked intimacy. But some things burned into my mind forever. For instance, we were laying on our sides, facing each other and necking blissfully with lots of gentle tongues, and lots of neck-nibbles. Caroline pulled my knee between her legs and started fucking it, leaving a slippery trail of girl ooze on my thigh. I bent her knee so that it nestled between my legs and returned the favor. We gently fucked each others legs like that until we both came, sharing fervent kisses all the while. After we'd caught our breath, Callie rolled over on her back, spreading her knees wide and holding them there with her hands. I'd masturbated plenty of times in that position, and I had to wonder why I'd never tried to imagine what it looked like from the other person's point of view. Jeez. She looked so damned sexy. The muscles in her legs begged for a touch just as much as her wet slit, and her round breasts asked for their share of attention, too. I knew immediately what to do. I crawled between her legs and licked her as she had done me, slurping up the sides of her slit and twirling my tongue around her clit. I cradled her little ass in my hands. I loved feeling her muscles clench as her whole body tensed more and more. Her bright pink pussy all slick in my mouth tasted so good that it sent little cummy-shivers down my back. Suddenly she came in my lips, moaning softly while she twisted her fingers in my hair. I was nowhere near done drinking from her when her orgasm was over. I crawled back up next to her and cuddled in her arms, stroking her erect nipple. "God," she whispered. "Where'd you learn to lick pussy like that?" I giggled. "Well, I do have one of my own, you know." "True, true." Callie's sucked my nipple into her mouth, sending those delicious shivers down my spine. She was a quick learner herself. "Besides, I had you to learn from." "Get up," she said, still sounding kind of breathless and needy. Caroline put her hands on my hips and steered me into the position that she wanted - on my hands and knees, my legs spread wide and my head down. She picked up Mr. Paddington from the floor and handed him to me. I buried my face in his furry tummy and hugged him tightly. We were going to do this together – my pretend lover and my real one. I was amazed at how much different this was than fooling around with Mr. Paddington. With my bottom up in the air where a real girl could see me like this was a whole new experience – my legs and ass bare and exposed, my pussy in full view, dripping and pleading for penetration, for lips and hands and cocks. Callie lay down on her back with her face under my slit and her hands on my bottom. "Lower," she whispered. "Lower." I spread my legs wider and wider until I felt the tickle of her breath between my legs. I hugged my pillow in exquisite disbelief as she licked me from slit to clit, slurping as she went and finishing with a hard twirl of her tongue around my swollen button. She did it again, and again, sending me climbing up a staircase towards a massive orgasm. My legs trembled and felt so weak that I was afraid I was going to collapse on her. Each stroke from her pink pillow of a tongue was another step closer to the top, which I didn't see coming at all. Suddenly I tumbled over the edge, cumming with my legs spread wide over my sister's face as she stuck out her tongue and swallowed the trickle of cum that leaked from my trembling slit. It was hard to stay in place while I came, but I couldn't bear to move my slit away from Caroline's slurpy source of pleasure for even a second. Finally my orgasm had finished having its way with me, and I moaned and collapsed in a wet heap of blubbery girl on top of Mr. Paddington, and Caroline scooted out from between my legs just in time. I remember that Callie's legs seemed to have grown impossibly long. I came to this realization when I was laying on my back and she was straddling me with her knees spread wide, our erect nipples brushing lightly together as we shared bunny kisses. I slid my hands down her back, dragging my fingers along the crack of her taut little ass, touching her slit and then trailing my wet fingers slowly down her thighs, past her bent knees and along her calves to her feet. It felt like her legs would never end. Later when I was laying on top of her nibbling her neck she slid her feet up and down my legs, caressing my limbs with hers and enveloping me in a warm cocoon of pretty girl legs. It never occurred to me that she was feeling the same way about me. "How'd you get such long legs?" she whispered, running her hand down my thigh. I giggled. "Just trying to grow up like my big sister." "Good job," she whispered as she closed her lips over mine. And not all of our orgasms were the direct result of a sister's touch. We were laying on our sides facing each other and sharing deep open mouth kisses, our tongues swirling together, slick and wet substitute pussy lips begging for attention. Caroline lifted her leg so that she could slide her hand down to play with herself. I covered her hand in mine, and I could feel how slippery her thighs were. She gently kneaded her clit, and then she put her slender fingers inside her slit so that she could fuck herself while we kissed. We didn't stop our kisses for a second, though. We didn't miss one lick, one suck, not one second of swirling our tongues together. At least, not until she lifted her hand to my lips so that I could lick her fingers clean. The taste made me need to touch myself, so I lifted my leg so that I had room to play with my pussy while I sucked her slender fingers. Then I raised my hand to her lips, and she sucked my fingers clean while she masturbated. We kept trading turns, licking wet fingers and masturbating until we'd each had a scrumptious orgasm. It was heaven. Finally we'd pretty much worn each other out. My breathing was starting to return to normal and I was laying in my sister's arms casually drawing little squiggly shapes around her nipple. The phone rang and Caroline leaned away from me to grab it. "Hello? Oh, hi, Dad," she said. I was surprised at the wet electric shock that went through me when I learned it was Dad on the phone. What we had been doing was naughty enough, but having our father on the other end of the phone while we were still laying naked in bed together made it all even naughtier. And I wasn't about to pass up the chance to give Caroline a little sisterly torture. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and chewed it while I slid my hand up the corded muscles along the inner side of her thigh. "I don't know what she's doing," she said, spreading her legs farther apart for me. "Do you want me to go find her?" Caroline grabbed my hair hard in her hand and fell back onto the pillow, spreading her legs wide as she shoved my face toward her wet crotch. I greedily began licking her slit, savoring the slippery feel of her inner pussy lips and smearing sister cum all over my mouth. "Nope," she said, straining to control her voice. "Nobody's come over. No boys. I even have a witness - do you want to talk to Kate?" No! I was busy. I wanted Caroline to talk to Dad while I tried to make her cum. Luckily he didn't seem to want to talk to me. Caroline kept talking to him while I slid two fingers into her and started fucking her and licking her clit at the same time. Her thighs tensed up and her pussy quivered, and she tried hard not to let it show in her voice. "Maybe watch some TV. I've got some studying to do." As she listened to Dad talk Caroline started fully fucking my mouth, keeping my head between her legs with her hand and bucking against my lips. Her whole body started twitching and I'd already learned to recognize the signs – a monster orgasm was rushing towards her. She needed the call to end before she came in Dad's ear, and we both knew it. It probably wasn't more than a few seconds, but it felt like forever before he finished talking and Caroline managed a breathless "Bye, Dad" before she hit the 'end' key and threw the phone off the bed. "God, Daddy," she moaned, grabbing my head in both of her hands and wrapping her legs around me. She ground her pussy into my face, fucking me as hard as she could for about two whole seconds before she started cumming, rubbing her slit on my pursed lips and filling my mouth with salty ooze. A delightful drawn-out kittenish mewl escaped her lips and sent amazing shivers down my spine while I drank from her. She came so hard and with such intensity that it didn't last very long. Abruptly Callie suddenly collapsed into a pile of slippery wet girl Jell-o with a happy little sister between her legs. I rested my head on her thigh, her long legs wrapped around me while I slowly slipped my finger in and out of her. After-cums made her whole body twitch every time I gave her erect clit a little kiss, until I took pity on her and stopped. I wiped the moisture from my lips with my palm and crawled up to lay half on her and half beside her again. "Oh, my," she said, cradling me in her arms and lightly kissing the top of my head. "Yep," I said. "I didn't know I could cum that hard. Knowing he was listening while you were licking me was just too much." Caroline's voice was soft and breathless as if she was too tired to talk but too amazed to not share what had happened to her. "Yep," I said, smiling. "It was like you'd blended into two people, both doing me at the same time. It was your lips I was feeling, but in my head it was Dad doing it. Can you even imagine what it would be like to have him fuck you?" Caroline's fingers grazed lightly over my back, drawing little love-designs there and easing me towards a nap. Jeez, I was tired. She whispered dreamily, "God, I'd love to have him cum inside me." "I want him to cum in my mouth," I said, playing along with her little incest obsession and cuddling against her bare breast. "You do?" "Well, you let Harrison do it. You've already had hot sperm in your mouth, and I haven't. You made it sound yummy. Now it's my turn, and I want Daddy to be the one to do it." It sounded perfectly reasonable, and at the same time it sounded way more wicked than what Callie and I had already done. But this was all pretend, right? And that made it no more amoral than imagining I'd slept with that hunky guy on CSI Miami. "Yeah, well if you cum half as hard as I just did, you're in for the ride of your life. He's so fucking hot. I can't wait to get him into bed with me." I made a little noncommital murmur as I drifted off to sleep. There was no doubt about it – making love to Dad was a lot closer to Caroline's heart than making love to me was. But I didn't mind. Not one little bit. Next: A discovery in Dad's study about Mom and Valentine's Day leads the Kate and Callie to a different bed... Thank you for reading – I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. Just one more chapter to go. The rest of the tale is all written and will be here soon. Meantime, if you can't wait, you might have fun reading some of my other stories too. As always, your votes, comments and feedback are always appreciated.