21 comments/ 267701 views/ 94 favorites Discovering Daddy Ch. 01 By: Discovering Daddy Ch. 01 "Caroline! Behave!" I whispered hard. She opened her eyes and snapped back to the present, pulling her hand guiltily away from her crotch. I wanted every detail but it seemed like the use of visual aids was going too far. Her fingers illustrating what she'd done made me wish that I had been there to see her fingers caressing a big dick, or that I could at least reach down between my legs and do myself. Just to show that I wasn't her master and to demonstrate her defiant nature when it came to me, Callie deliberately put her wet finger in her mouth and sucked it for a second, daring me with her eyes to say something. Then she pulled it free with an audible pop, gathered her long legs slowly back and wrapped her arms around her knees. She looked at me and talked in a low fervent voice. "God, Katie, you wouldn't believe how hot just touching one makes you. It's almost like you don't even need the sex, you just need to hold a man's cock in your hand. It got me all wet like you wouldn't believe." Oh, I believed it all right, because I was all wet too. I wanted her to reach the end of the story so that I could escape to my room and do myself. If this took much longer I was afraid I was going to puddle right there on my sister's sheets, which wouldn't have been cool at all. "I had my head on his shoulder," she said, "And I could feel him starting to breathe faster and faster. I figured I must be doing it right, or he'd like, stop me, right?" I nodded, as if I was the one with handjob experience.. "So then, all of a sudden my hand was all wet and I knew he'd cum. I was kind of proud of myself, y'know? After all this time I'd finally given my first handjob. I gave him a few sort of 'goodbye' rubs, kissed his neck and took my hand back." I was aghast and titillated and horny as hell. I mean, you always figure that somehow some way you're going to get to do it one day, but the reality that my very own sister had done it was more intoxicating than any of my under-the-covers imaginings had ever been. A dark romantic place, open pants, wet fingers wrapped around a stiff cock. I looked at her wet fingers and imagined that the wetness I could see there was sperm and not pussy juice. I was so ready to jump from her bed and run to my room, but something in her tone made me think that there was more to the story. "I was done, you know?" Caroline said, as if this was in unimportant detail. "But?" I said, encouragingly. I didn't understand this at all. I thought that once a boy came it was pretty much over. Caroline took a deep breath as if she was trying to stop a good cum from arriving too fast. I remembered what she'd been doing when I came in, her quick caress of herself through her panties, her finger wet from being inside her. I remembered I wasn't the only girl in the room with a drippy slit. Caroline got a look in her eyes that was faraway and defiant at the same time. I could tell she remembered what she'd been doing before I came in, too. She closed her eyes and spread her legs just wide enough to work her hand between them, barely hiding what she was doing in her lap. There was no doubt about what was going on. Callie was going to pick up where she was when I'd interrupted her in my quest for dirty stories. She gasped as her fingers found the right spot, and I could see the muscles in the back of her hand working as her fingers rubbed her slit through her panties. I wanted to shriek, to get up and leave. But I didn't. I was transfixed by the sight of what my suddenly sexy sister was doing to herself. If the price of hearing the story was seeing Callie masturbate, then I was willing to pay. After she was done I could go to my room to do me. Besides, watching her play was alluring and somehow satisfying, almost as if she was doing both of us. While her fingers moved in tight little circles Caroline closed her eyes and continued in a whispery voice. "He took my hand and put it back on his dick, which was all wet and slippery. He rubbed my hand up and down, and I knew it meant he didn't want me to stop. I hadn't wanted to stop, not really. So I started rubbing him up and down again, just doing what I had been doing before. Up and down, over and over." Caroline's fingers moved up and down in time to her words, deliberately pressing pleasure into her panty covered slit. "The closer he got the more stuff there was to spread around. My fingers got wetter and wetter, just like how you get wetter when your pussy's getting ready to cum. I swear just feeling him with my fingers made me want to taste sperm. Suddenly I could feel the end of it swell up, getting bigger in my hand. It was so exciting, feeling it grow like that just because of what I was doing. It was almost like I could have an orgasm just sliding my hand up and down his cock. Then all of a sudden he really stiffened up, his whole body, and the end of his dick shot out like tons of sperm. It splashed all over everything." "Oh, my God," I said. "What was it like?" With her eyes closed and a little smile on her lips, Caroline looked like an angel. An angel who was breathing a little fast as she masturbated, an angel with lips that were begging for a kiss. Her voice was even angelic, in spite of the dirty subject of hard cocks and hot sperm. She didn't even open her eyes when she went on, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. "It was kinda like hot hand lotion, only sticky and hot. He put his hand over mine to hold me still while it squirted out of him over and over." Callie's thighs twitched, and she realized that her fingers were getting carried away while her little sister was watching. She reluctantly pulled her hand from between her legs and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened and slowly swam back from where they'd been to focus on me. God, she was cute. "Oh, Katie, you wouldn't believe it. There was, like, a ton of it and it got all over everything – his pants, my hand, his dick, his stomach, his shorts. I think even he got some on the seat, and I know some of it got on the bottom of the popcorn box." Ohmigod. This was the kind of information that a girl needed to have if she was going to do it herself someday. Why is it that they don't teach this stuff in school, anyhow? My pussy trembled, and I knew that if I'd touched myself I would have cum right then, whether my sister was watching or not. "And that was it," she said with finality. She drew her hand from between her legs and hugged her knees together. "Any questions?" "I can't believe it! Did he say anything? Did he think you did it good?" Callie giggled. "Well, he didn't really say anything about it. He gave me this long kiss, and I could sort of feel that all the tension had left him. But it was kind of like once he'd cum he wasn't really interested any more. He gave me the popcorn to hold while he put his pants back together, then he just put his arm around me and gave me a kiss. Then we watched the rest of the movie." "But what'd you do with it? The stuff, I mean. I mean, it got all over everything, right? So, like, what'd you do?" Callie laughed at my naivety, which was kind of mean. – she'd done it to a boy and I hadn't. It was OK to be curious, right? "I just left it. I wiped my hand off on his shirttail before I let him go. His whole crotch must have been soaking wet the rest of the night. But this is funny – when we were leaving I asked him what he thought about the movie, and he could hardly remember any of it." I giggled, not sure of what else to say. So you could make a guy forget where he was by rubbing his dick? After a second, I realized how silly I was being. I could make myself forget where I was by rubbing me between the legs. Why wouldn't it work on boys too? Story done, Callie fell back down into her pillows. It was as if she didn't even know what her body was doing. Her feet were together, but her knees spread themselves wide apart as her hand pulled up Dad's shirt a little so that it could return to its place, massaging her center through her panties. "So, I'll bet hearing all that made you wet, too, didn't it?" she said, with a nod towards my crotch. I could feel the blush rising in my face and I wanted to lie and say no. But the truth was that I was dripping into my panties and I knew that the moment I got out of her room I'd touch myself, right there in the hallway. Caroline moved her pretty fingers in little circles and I imagined I could see the wet spot on her panties growing. I felt her eyes watching me look between her legs, but I couldn't stop. "Well?" she whispered. I was caught. I mean, if she was brazen enough to play with herself in front of me, then I had to at least admit that I was wet, right? Girls idolize their big sisters, but they also compete with them. Constant little challenges from an older sister are just part of life, and sometimes you prove who you are by ignoring them, by declining the challenge as too immature or dumb. But there are times when a girl has to rise to the tests, to prove that just because big sister can come up with a dare it doesn't really make her older and wiser. This was one of them. Besides, I was really, really wet. I nodded. "Thought so," she said. Callie closed her eyes, settled back into her pillows and spread her knees even further apart. Suddenly her legs seemed longer than I remembered. Longer, tanner, softer. The skin on her bare well-muscled inner thighs begged for a caress, a touch that would certainly travel up to the wet spot where her fingers were moving in slow little circles. I was horrified to realize how badly I wanted to reach out and feel the inside of her thigh, do that caress thing up to her pussy with my own fingers. I wasn't attracted to girls, was I? Callie kept rubbing herself, the soppy spot on her panties more apparent now, her delicate fingers drawing circles around her clit. Callie gasped as a little happy-spasm swirled through her. I clenched my legs together. What kind of thrall was I in, anyway? It was definitely past time to go, and I wanted to leave. Really. But I didn't. Caroline's long blond hair was splashed over her pillows, her nipples were clearly erect under Dad's old shirt, and her fingers were languidly massaging her clit. I'd never even imagined that anything in the whole world could be so sexy, not even Harrison's cock spurting cum all over a popcorn box. I swallowed hard, gathering myself for a retreat to the safety of my own room, where I could indulge my needy pussy the same way Caroline was hers. Her story of hot sperm and the sight of her teasing fingers had coalesced into an inescapable need between my legs. I got up from my sister's bed, pretending that I couldn't hear the sibilant whispers her fingers were making on the satin panties between her legs. "Well, I'm going to go to sleep now," I said, as if nothing was going on. I was proud that my voice didn't crack. Mostly. I turned my back on Caroline playing with herself and padded towards the door. As I started walking I realized I'd creamed my panties way more than I'd thought, and the liquid was oozing down my thigh. I couldn't wait to get to my room and rip off my pajamas and panties. My pussy was yelling for attention and I decided I wasn't going to take the time to light some dumb old candles like Callie had. My hand was on the doorknob when her chuckle stopped me. "You're not going to sleep, Katie-pie. You're dripping and wet and you're going to your room to do the same thing I'm doing." I didn't know just what to say to that. Of course she was right, but admitting that you're wet is one thing. Admitting that you're on the way to your room to spread your legs and stick your fingers inside yourself is quite another. "Tell you what," she whispered. Callie was breathing deeply, having trouble getting the words out as her playing nudged her towards her desired end. "If you'll stay and do yourself too, I'll tell you about the blowjob I gave Harrison." Blowjob? My big sister? Ohmigod. The image of her wrapping her pretty pink lips around Harrison's cock and licking him until he came caused my legs to become weak and my pussy to tremble. I desperately wanted to hear her story, to learn about what it was like to do a guy that way, what it tasted like, how it felt. And I'd probably never have a better chance to learn. It wasn't as if I'd never heard of blowjobs. There were girls that I was sure were doing it at school, and more girls who were probably doing it but I'd never heard about. Once I'd even caught Alice Hefernan doing it to Mike Rupert in her car after school, but it was dark and I wasn't really sure. Anyway, it wasn't the kind of thing that any of the girls I knew were talking about. I'd learn more from Caroline than I'd ever get by listening to rumors at school. I was torn. It really wasn't right to watch your sister masturbate, was it? But sisters can be vindictive when their offerings are turned down and I knew full well that if I refused now she might retaliate by never being in the mood to tell me again. She whispered, her voice seductive and enticing and oh-so-reasonable. The lilt of her words was soft and seductive, promising catnip to a kitten, candy to a baby. "You don't have to take your panties off, Katie-pie. I just want to watch. You've been watching me. It's only fair." I turned back. Callie was just like I'd left her, pretending with everything but her voice that I wasn't even there. Bathed in the flickering candlelight she lay on the pillows, her eyes closed, Dad's shirt pulled up just far enough that I could see her taut belly above her satin panties. The soles of her bare feet were pressed together and her knees were apart and flat on the bed so that her hand had easy access to her mound. Her fingers were moving in little circles around her clit, and I could see little tremors in her thighs as they twitched in pleasure. Go for it, my mind thought. It seemed like it was to soon to use that particular lesson, but I didn't feel like I had a choice. Callie played with herself and watched me, waiting to see if I was going to peel off my bottoms, spread my legs and finger myself for her. Her eyes were soft and unfocused, but I could see an unmistakable hunger in them. I suddenly realized that this wasn't some kind of selfless voyeuristic offer, designed by Callie only to turn me on. She was going to get a thrill out of watching me the same way I was getting a thrill out of watching her. That was the thought that made up my mind. I took a deep breath and wordlessly padded back to her bed. I could feel Callie's eyes taking in every inch of my legs as I pushed my bottoms down and kicked them over into the corner. I'd never felt so naked, even though I still had my t-shirt, panties and socks on. I tried to pretend that I was just sitting down for a story, like I'd done just a little while ago. But this was all different. Before I had my pajama bottoms on. Before I wasn't getting ready to masturbate in front of Callie. Nerves had made the heat in my slit settle down from 'boil' to 'simmer,' and I knew it would take a little work to make me cum now. I remember wondering if that's the way it always is – if it's harder to cum when somebody's watching. I wasn't about to tell Callie how nervous I was. It was better to pretend I was being forced totally against my will, but my drippy slit gave the lie to that thought. I was nervous, embarrassed and horny. But there was a little corner of my mind that was secretly glad she was making me do this, inviting me to do something that only grown-up lovers would do. I was hypnotized by the way her fingers moved in slow little circles. I knew just what she was doing. She was in pussy maintenance mode, keeping her wet slit oh-so-ready until she wanted to push herself over the edge. I knew because I'd I done the same thing to myself more times than I could count. Caroline raised one eyebrow at me, expectantly, waiting. I knew I wasn't going to get a word out of her until I held up my end of the deal. I crawled onto her bed and sat on my knees by her feet. Then I spread my knees as far apart as I could get them so that Callie could easily see my hand and my crotch. I took a deep breath, reached down and put my fingertips on my clit. The strong jolt of pleasure surprised me. I'd thought that my nerves had sapped too much spark from my pussy for a reaction like that. I gasped, and immediately tried to rein in my breath so that I wasn't panting like Flicka after a quarter mile. Callie sighed as my fingers touched, and I knew that she was watching every moment. I hope you like it, I thought, resentful and impossibly giddy at the same time. The new sensation of playing while someone watched sent dizzy shivers emanating from my slit. This was way more exciting than doing it by myself had ever been. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes to help me relax and started to rub my clit in little circles. I hadn't been wrong about how wet I was – my cotton panties were having a hard time absorbing all of the cum and my fingers slipped around wetly, making my tummy tremble with delightful little tremors. I gasped again and forgot where I was for a moment or two. Jeez – you'd think a girl masturbating in front of her sister would know exactly what she was doing. But my consciousness was instantly stolen. I don't know how long I sat there rubbing my clit while Callie watched, but after a while reality floated nearby and I grabbed on. I remembered our deal, and I wanted her to know that I hadn't forgotten that I expected to hear the story. I managed to recover enough to open my eyes a little. My control over my breathing was tenuous at best, and I couldn't trust myself to talk. I hoped that the look on my face said, "Ok, I'm doing what you asked – now it's your turn!" Caroline's hungry gaze was fixed on my spread legs and playing fingers, and I knew that if she looked up into my eyes she'd see swimming desire mirrored there. Her pink tongue licked her lips and then she closed her eyes, letting the sensation of our lusty mutual misdeed wash over her. Now that I was a participant instead of a spectator, a co-conspirator instead of an audience, she was ready to keep up her end of the bargain and tell me about her first blowjob. Callie gasped as her fingers hit the right spot and made the muscles in her thighs spasm. The sweet peach candle aroma mingled with the salty tang of wet pussies. Caroline swallowed hard, and then started speaking in a soft singsong whisper, like telling a little girl a Dr. Seuss story to make her sleepy, and not at all like telling a true and dirty tale of a hard cock and soft pink lips. "We were in his dorm room. His roommate had gone to work so we had the place to ourselves for a few hours. We were watching TV on the sofa and I had my head in his lap. I could tell that he was all hard because I could feel it through his pants pushing against the back of my head." Her voice rose and fell; a babysitter reading Hop on Pop to a five year old, but breathlessly. "He had his fingers tangled in my hair and every once in a while he'd kinda push himself against my head, letting me feel that he was all ready for sex." Ready? I knew all about ready. I pressed my finger hard into my cleft, pushing my panties almost inside me and wishing we hadn't made the silly bargain to leave them on. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the panties felt rough and my pussy was really craving the touch of bare skin. Caroline and I watched each other's fingers massaging slick material against our soppy holes. "I took it out of his pants just like in the movie theatre, only this time it was easier because he lifted his ass off of the sofa and helped me push his pants down around his ankles." Discovering Daddy Ch. 01 "Did he say anything?" I whispered. "No," she said dreamily. "It was as if he was expecting me to blow him and he wasn't surprised at all." Her vulgarity surprised me, but her fingers moved faster and mine did too. She talked without looking at my face, her hungry eyes peering from under tousled bangs, intent on capturing every stroke my fingers made. I not only obliged her, I returned the favor, feeling almost as if I was watching my fingers between my legs instead of Caroline's between hers. "God, Katie," she whispered. You wouldn't believe how big it was. I thought I knew what it would be like from the handjob. But seeing it was so different – it was swollen and pink and already dripping clear sperm, and it was like magic how you could tell it wanted nothing more than to splash hot cum all over everything again. I was so fucking horny." Callie stopped talking and closed her eyes so that she could pay more attention to what her fingers were doing. It was unbelievably sexy to see her legs spread wide and her fingers rubbing her slit. I never would have thought that watching a girl play with herself could get me so excited. She got a little too close to an orgasm and had to stop as the muscles in her thighs trembled. I swallowed hard as her pending orgasm drove me closer to one of my own. I wasn't sure of the etiquette here – were we supposed to try to cum at the same time? I didn't know how I was supposed to manage that. Maybe she was going to cum first. I felt my breathing becoming ragged, and I knew that in a few moments it wasn't going to matter at all. My inner pussy lips were as swollen as I'd ever gotten them, dripping and peeking out the crotch of my panties. My hole got softer and wetter and absolutely begged for the release of a good cum, for something long and hard to be shoved deep inside me. Caroline whispered, "I took it in my hand, holding it about halfway down the shaft. I don't think I've ever had to open my mouth so wide for anything. But it was wonderful. I dropped my head down and kind of sucked him. The skin was all swollen on the top, like licking the skin of a plum, only a hot one. I didn't think I got it far enough into my mouth, but he moaned and I figured I was doing all right. I held it in my hand and bobbed my head up and down, licking and sucking and giving it little bunny kisses. Every time I kissed the front where the skin was bunched up he'd jump a little. Touching him like that made me all dizzy, and I had to keep reminding myself that I didn't want to rip my clothes off so he could put it in me. He pushed my hair back so that he could watch his cock going in and out of my mouth. I swear, Katie, you've never felt anything like it. It's as if you become this whole other being. Every inch of your body gets sensitive, your clothes feel rough and you want to tear them off, and every bit of you is screaming for him to touch you. And your mouth starts drooling just like your pussy does, waiting for that release. Only when you're giving head, the release happens when he loses his mind and explodes into you." Oh, God. Explodes! That was the perfect word. I was going to explode myself. My mouth was watering just as much as my pussy was. I swallowed hard and moved my fingers faster. Callie gave up using her fingers and cupped her slit in her palm and slid it up and down, letting her middle finger spread her lips apart under the satin of her panties. I could feel my orgasm getting close, and my fingers went into that automatic mode that always made me cum – hard little back-and-forth rubs across my clit. My breath exploded out of me and I started panting hard. I had to close my eyes so that I could cum while I listened to my big sister's whispered tale. "It didn't take long. I stroked him with my hand and licked it all around while I moved my head up and down. The cum oozing out the end made everything slippery and gooey, just like the inside of a wet pussy. It was kinda like clear vegetable oil, only it tasted all salty and musky. He reached down so that he could try to push his fingers inside me through my jeans while I licked him." My fingers were doing their usual magic, picking up speed as I got closer. Callie's voice, my own fingers, the images of Harrison in her mouth, her delicious spread legs so close to me were all driving me towards the cum of a lifetime. I would have opened my eyes, but I no longer needed the sight of Callie's wet panties and lithe fingers – I was gonna cum. "This time I knew better when he was getting close, when it got all harder and longer. Harrison moaned, and I could feel the muscles in his stomach tense up. He was gonna cum. I wanted him to cum." The muscles in my tummy tensed, too – involuntary ripples that channeled orgasmic energy down to my rubbery pussy. I jumped a little when Caroline's breath touched my lips and I realized that she'd sat up so her face was close to mine. I loved it. Having my big sister this close to me while I was diddling myself was wild and untamed, dirty and oh-so-very right. We were inside each other's personal sphere, sharing sex without even touching. "I couldn't tell how close he was," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing mine. "I'm not sure he even knew. I mean, I knew he was about to cum – his cock was dripping that salty warm juice into my mouth, and I kept having to swallow it." I jerked when I felt Caroline's fingers move between my legs. She didn't reach for my slit at all. She just wanted to feel me doing myself. I knew because all she did was lightly caress the back of my fingers. I swear, if she had touched my pussy like that, I would have cum immediately. I was in heaven. My fingers frolicked while Callie's feathery light touch tickled the back of my hand. It was as if the orgasm that was gathering between my legs was going to travel from my slit into my hand, into Callie's hand and then somewhere deep inside her. I felt like I'd been close to a monster orgasm forever. "Even though I knew he was about to cum, it was still a huge shock when he did." Her whisper was soft on my lips. "Suddenly this big gob of hot salty sperm shot into my mouth, sliding down my throat as if it just knew it was supposed to be inside me. It splashed and I swallowed, and then he squirted gob after gob of gooey cum that got all over my mouth, my fingers, my lips." With that word Callie leaned forward and planted her soft lips on mine, and I came harder than I'd ever cum in my life. It felt as if everything that I'd ever been or wanted to be left me to flow into Caroline through our petting – lightning flashing and sparking inside me as it tried to break free, suddenly finding release by grounding itself through our lips and fingers and racing off to home deep inside my big sister. The spasms ripped through me, every jolt of pleasure promising another one until they slowly began to weaken and finally peter out. I gasped for air as Callie gave my lips little bunny kisses that just made me jerk even more. Gradually I settled down into a pile of warm pussy pudding as the orgasm I'd been wanting so badly pulled away from me. I leaned back to catch my breath and drew my wet fingers from between my legs. After-cums shook through me, and I opened my eyes to see Caroline settling herself back down on her pillows, a smug smile on her face as her hand drew a line down Dad's old shirt to return to its place between her legs. "Oh, God," I said. I wiped my hand on her blanket and tried to breathe normally. "I can't believe you did that." "Did what?" she asked innocently. "Ate sperm? Told you about it? Made you cum? Gave you a kiss?" I had to smile. "Well, yeah." The corners of Caroline's turned up a little as she diddled herself. The soft candlelight, the mixed aromas of peach and girl and Callie's indifferent sex with herself were so impossibly romantic. I was a little surprised to feel the need for another cum already starting to gather between my legs. Usually once I've cum I don't feel any pressure to do it again for a while, but seeing her bare legs and delicate fingers rubbing her clit made me want to touch myself all over. Or even touch Caroline. "So how come you broke up with him?" I asked, pretending that I hadn't just cum while my sister kissed me. "I mean, if you've done that to a guy and he liked it, wouldn't he want to stay and try for more? Or did you give him more?" Callie giggled. "Nope. That was all I ever gave good ol' Harrison." "But why? Didn't you like him?" Caroline paused, thinking. I watched her wet fingers moving slowly and wondered what it would be like to kiss them while she played. Softly, like she had kissed my lips. Finally she made up her mind to tell me. "Harrison was just for practice." "What? You mean you just used him for sex?" Callie giggled. "Yeah. Pretty much." "Then why didn't you go all the way with him?" "Didn't want to." "Didn't want to what? Have a man cum inside you?" "Oh, no. I want that more than anything. I mean, if it was that much fun to have cum in my mouth, I can't even imagine how hot it'd be to have a big cock squirting cum inside me." "So why didn't you?" "Cause I didn't. Now if you've heard all you want to, I'd really like to get back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted." "Oh." As soon as she said it I felt disappointed. I hadn't realized how much I wanted to see her cum until it looked like I wasn't going to get to. Damn it. Callie closed her eyes and pursed her lips. It was her kiss of a few minutes ago, I was sure of it, that made her lips so damned desirable that I wanted to kiss her again, to lose myself in the lips of another girl. But knowing the reason why didn't even come close to damming my desire. Caroline deliberately moved her hand to her mouth so that she could suck her wet finger. My hips bucked in an involuntary spasm – I wanted to kiss those lips so badly. Caroline pretended that I wasn't watching and scraped her wet panties with the heel of her hand so that she could lick the girl cum off with her tongue, looking perfectly contented as she lapped herself clean. I got to my feet on rubbery knees, reluctantly leaving Caroline to finish diddling herself. It didn't seem fair that she'd gotten to see me cum and I wasn't going to watch her. But big sisters are seldom fair, and I couldn't think of a way to make her let me – I didn't have a dirty story to share, and I sure wasn't going to beg. I was at the door when I turned back for one last look at my suddenly sexy sister. She hadn't even waited for me to leave the room to slip her hand inside her panties. Underneath the satin I could easily tell that she'd put at least one finger inside herself. I could hear wet slippery sounds as she fucked herself and rubbed her palm against her clit. Her fingers stretched the wet fabric into taut lines as they moved in and out of her and she closed her eyes as she neared the point of no return. She started to pant and I knew I'd only have to be still for a minute longer and I'd get to see her make herself cum. Caroline's face was dazed with a mixture of hunger and contentment, and I knew for an absolute fact at that moment that there was nothing in the world sexier than watching a girl's fingers as they stroked a slippery pussy into mindlessness. I refused to even feel guilty. It wasn't my fault she couldn't wait to cum before I was out the door. Caroline bucked her hips hard against her hand, fucking her fingers. She was gasping, and I knew she'd totally forgotten me, just like Harrison had forgotten King Kong. She pulled her wet finger from inside herself and used it to rub her clit back and forth really hard. Her long legs straightened out as she arched her back, begging an imaginary dick to fuck her harder. Her body trembled and she gasped, kicking her feet apart as her orgasm raced toward her. There was a dull thud on the floor as her foot kicked something out from under the blankets, but all of my attention was on her as she started to cum. Callie mewled like an abandoned kitten and froze, unable to even move as her cum washed over her, every muscle in her body tensed as if the pleasure had paralyzed her. After the first wave rode through her she started to spasm, and between each jolt of pleasure she rubbed her clit for a second, urging the next puzzle piece of orgasm to hurry and arrive. Cum. Frantic diddle. Cum again. Frantic diddle. After a half dozen or so waves she suddenly collapsed back into the bed, worn out and taking deep breaths as she tried to replenish the air that she'd forgotten to use. Watching her made me happy for her, almost as if I'd done it to her myself. I had a big smile on my face. I was trying to come up with something clever to say when I noticed what had landed on the floor when Callie kicked it out from under the covers. It was a picture of Dad. Her favorite picture of him, a head shot where the camera caught the sparkle in his eyes and he looked all masculine and rugged. What was a picture of Dad doing under Callie's sheets? It came to me in a rush. Callie had lit some romantic candles to set the mood, put on Dad's old shirt so that she would feel closer to him and lay down in bed with his picture propped up so she could look at it while she played with herself. She had been looking at our father and pretending that he was the one fucking her. Then I had come to the door and she had quickly stuffed the picture under the blanket, hiding her secret. And she had even said Harrison was 'just for practice.' Ohmigod! Ohmigod. Caroline had a crush on Daddy. Big time. The kind of crush that girls weren't supposed to have. I felt queasy and woozy, and it wasn't all from the orgasm I'd just had. Her eyes batted open and she noticed that I was still standing by the door. She smiled, still massaging her pussy in gentle after-cum caresses. "Well, did you get what you wanted?" I nodded towards the floor. Callie had been cumming so hard that she didn't know she'd kicked the picture free of her covers where I could see it. "What?" she said, following my eyes and looking over the edge of her bed to see Dad's smiling face staring up at her. "Oh, God," she said, flopping back onto the bed. "Caroline?" She was quiet. Even though we both knew what had been going on, she'd never imagined that she would be asked to explain, and the words just wouldn't come. "Caroline?" I whispered. "I guess you know," she said. "Know what?" I knew damn well what. I was just stalling, hoping that it was something else, putting off an explanation I didn't want to hear. "Why Harrison was just practice," she said. Caroline seemed more resigned than ashamed. Then she sat up, her voice excited and sincere as she tried to sway me to her side. "C'mon, Katie – you know how sexy Dad is! Don't tell me you never imagined doing it with him." I swallowed hard. I had never imagined having Dad fuck me, not once in all those bajillions of times I'd masturbated. I mean, I knew he was a very sexy man – he was kind of rakish looking, with a twinkle in his smile and gorgeous thick hair with a little gray at the edges. But my knowledge was more along the lines of 'gosh he's sexy and I hope that a girl who notices will come along so that he won't be lonely any more.' I'd truly never had a wish he'd do it to me thought in my life. "I don't know," Callie went on. "I guess I always thought he was really sexy. And once I started thinking of him that way I just couldn't stop. I thought that maybe once I'd tried it with another guy then I wouldn't think of Dad so much." She giggled ruefully and flopped back down on the bed. "Guess it didn't work so well." I was still flabbergasted, and I didn't even know what to say. "You won't tell him, will you?" I shook my head. "Good," she said. "A girl's got to have some secrets." Callie dismissed me by blowing out her candles, pulling up her covers and curling up to go to sleep. I closed the door behind me leaving my sister with her secrets, and padded back to my own room. My legs were wobbly, my panties were soaked and my head was swimming with thoughts of Caroline's legs and pussy, hot sperm splashing onto willing lips and Dad's picture smiling up at me. I was exhausted, but I took a quick shower to wash off all the goo and slipped on a clean pair of panties. Mr. Paddington was aghast at what I had learned about Caroline, but he held me close and comforted me. But sleep still eluded me. And this time it wasn't because I was anxious to hear about Harrison. My brain was overloaded with all the things that had happened in Callie's room. The thought of what it would be like to have hot cum slide down my hand or squirt on my lips kept me all hot and needy. My mouth watered more every time the idea popped in my head. And I remembered the delicious scent of Caroline's wet pussy and the closeness I'd felt to her while she kissed me with her soft lips and I came so hard. But the idea that kept pushing its way to the front and center of my thoughts was the one that she had planted so firmly in my mind – a picture of Daddy kissing me while I wrapped my legs around him and he fucked me over and over, moaning in pleasure as he shot me full of sperm. I hated myself for thinking it but I couldn't stop. I wanted Dad's dick pushing into me, spreading my pussy lips and spurting hot gooey baby seeds into me. Oh, God. I didn't know what to do. A girl isn't supposed to want her father like that, is she? I kept telling myself that Caroline had been having the same fantasies for God knows how long, and it hadn't seemed to hurt her. Not much, anyway. I knew that I wanted him in my bed partly just because of Caroline's description of hot sperm on her lips and because of the colossal orgasm I'd just had while she kissed me. There were so many sensual images tied to the swirling orgasm I'd just had, and they would all stay locked together forever in my memory. I knew it had affected my judgment. But knowing it didn't help. The images all coalesced into a need between my legs that I couldn't refuse, and I finally ripped off my panties and fucked myself with my fingers until I had the most humongous cum ever in the history of the whole world. Three times. Next: Seeing Dad in a new light opens the door to some hanky-panky of the forbidden kind…. Thank you for reading – I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. The rest of the tale is all written and will be published in a few days. 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.