55 comments/ 388665 views/ 94 favorites Discovering Daddy Ch. 03 By: Discovering Daddy Ch. 03 "Just think," she whispered in my ear. "You're sitting right where Daddy sits every night and cums; hot juicy sperm going to waste all over his robe. You know you want to fuck him, don't you Katie?" I did. I so did. But I wasn't about to admit it. Caroline was just acknowledging out loud the ideas that she'd already planted in my head, and she knew it. She kissed me on the cheek, stood up and walked to the door. "We'd better get out of here before Dad finds us." "Look, I don't know what you're thinking," I said. "It's one thing to pretend that you might want to sleep with your father, it's another to really do anything about it. He doesn't want to sleep with us, however much we might want it. It's just too weird. Besides, I don't really want to sleep with him." Caroline paused in the doorway to look back over her shoulder at me. "Oh, Katie-pie, you shouldn't sublimate your desires like that. You might wind up hurting yourself." "That's a chance I'm willing to risk." Caroline giggled. "Oh? You're willing to take risks, little sister? Now that's something I can work with." *** Dad changed into some casual clothes and took us miniature golfing at a nearby course – a really nice one with shady trees and not-too challenging holes. Since it was a Friday night it was pretty busy with lots of couples on dates. We had a good time cheering our lucky shots and commiserating over our lousy ones. Dad easily beat us. Being a girl I was used to getting checked out whenever I was out in public. Boys had been looking at me out of the corner of their eyes for years. But this time it was different, because I was behaving just like them - checking out the pretty girls myself. Imagining kissing the smiling lips of the freckled redhead who successfully shot her ball through the blades of the windmill. Wondering what it might be like to be wrapped in the bare legs of the skinny brunette with the dazzling smile who was leaning on her golf club. Pretending that I was tangling my fingers in the hair of the short curvy Latin girl in tight jeans licked me out. Since I was looking at the girls more now, I noticed something that I'd never seen before - some of them were checking us out, too. Especially Callie. There was a little blond in the group behind us who looked like she was only fifteen until you looked closer, and I caught her staring at Callie's ass with dreamy need in her eyes two or three times. And there were a couple of college girls golfing together, wearing jeans, heels and brightly colored popcorn tops. I never would have noticed them at all before, but with my newfound sensibilities I caught them nudging each other and whispering together as they looked at us. The taller one smiled at me with a look that was an open invitation to frolic, and I blushed. She seemed disappointed when she saw that I was there with a man. It was a wonder I got any golfing done, and more than once Caroline had to call my name to remind me it was my turn. I also noticed as I people-watched that more than one or two of the women there were checking out Dad. I was proud and jealous and shocked, all at the same time. I guess I'd just never noticed women looking at him before. There was this one really pretty girl who was maybe ten years older than Callie or me, and she seemed to spend an awful lot of time gazing in Dad's direction (not that he noticed). She was there with some loser dressed in baggy shorts and sandals, and I guess her evening wasn't turning out the way she wanted. When she caught me watching her looking at Dad she raised her eyebrows and gave me a smile and a nod that said, "Good catch!" I was quietly pleased that she took me for the lover of a handsome older man, and I tried to not to look like the virgin schoolgirl I was. Not that I wondered why she was looking. I kept wanting to run up behind him and grab his cute ass in my hands. Just to feel it. Once when Caroline and I were watching him bend over to line up his putt she whispered in my ear, "Your daddy sure has a nice butt! Do you mind if I fuck him?" It was a good thing that I wasn't taking a drink of my coke, because I laughed so hard it would have shot out my nose. We went to dinner at a Mexican place by the house, and then home and to bed. Per the agreement we'd made, I waited until it was almost midnight to leave my room and go to Caroline's. Of course, first I snuck downstairs to see if Dad was masturbating in his office. I even had an excuse all ready in case I needed it – I was getting a glass of milk when I noticed his computer was on. I was disappointed, though, because the lights were off and he wasn't there. Caroline threw the covers back for me, and I crawled happily into her bed and arms. She wrapped her long tan legs around me and I gratefully accepted her offer to nibble her breast. "So Mr. Paddington doesn't get to watch tonight?" she whispered. "I meant to tell you," I said. "Mr. Paddington was quite upset. He wanted to join in last night but couldn't, because he doesn't have a dick." "Neither do I," she giggled as I slid down between her legs, trailing wet bunny kisses as I made my way to her bald slit. "Lucky me," I whispered. *** I snuck back into my room in the wee hours of the morning – neither one of us wanted to try to explain to Dad why we were naked together in Caroline's bed. After breakfast Dad asked us what our plans for the day were. He said that even though it was Saturday, he was going to have to go in to the office for a little bit. "We're going to do what all good little girls do on the day before an important gift-giving holiday," Caroline said. "Go burn plastic!" Dad laughed. "We have to find the perfect gift for our father on Valentine's Day," she said. "Yep," I agreed. "A new tie! One with miniature golf balls on it. Or maybe a mug that says 'We Heart Daddy.' Dad made a 'yucky' face and we laughed. "Well, don't spend too much – I'm not made of money, you know." We promised that we wouldn't. Of course, that was just what we said to his face. The real plan was to spend a lot. It was a good thing that Dad made so much money, whether he complained about it or not. We drove to the Park Meadows mall, which was a kind of snooty shopping center with no Sears or Penney's to sully its commercial greed. This mall catered to urban upscale clientele with stores like Ann Taylor, Christopher & Banks and even a Victoria's Secret. Caroline had an idea of what to get Dad for Valentine's Day, and she told me as we walked through the mall. "He already smokes cigars, right? So it'd be natural for him to try a pipe. It's something different, and very masculine. Besides, can you imagine how darling he'd look with a pipe in his mouth?" Callie fanned her face with her hand as she pulled open the door to the tobacco shop. Thanks to the guy behind the counter we learned way more about pipes than we ever wanted to. He helped us choose a hand-carved Meerschaum with a straight stem and a pipe cleaning kit. He balked at selling us any tobacco, pointing out that it was illegal to sell it to minors. "Please?" Caroline whispered. "Pretty please with sugar on top? We won't tell anyone. It's going to be a Valentine's Day present for Daddy, from me and my sister." Her voice was sultry and innocent at the same time. She gave him a hopeful look and bit her lip, looking out from under her bangs. She all but batted her eyes at him, and I knew that if she'd used that look on me I would have given her anything she wanted. I watched in amazement, sucking up the technique so that I could bend a guy around my little finger too. I don't think anyone could have resisted Caroline, and he only managed to for about three seconds. He got down a bunch of different jars of tobacco so that we could smell them. Finally we chose a package of three cans of Captain Black. Caroline liked the scent of the Rum and Honey, but I liked the Black Cherry. We both thanked him profusely and wiggled our fingers over our shoulders as we left. And when I felt his eyes lingering on my ass, I gave it a little extra thank you wiggle just for him. God, I was getting as bad as Caroline. After that we were able to concentrate on our real reason for the trip to the mall – us. We went from store to store, walking arm-in-arm and accumulating packages as we went. My desire for my big sister ratcheted up slowly as I saw her step from the dressing room again and again, always wearing something new that made me want to peel it off so that I could get to the goodies underneath. She was so damned cute modeling for me that it melted my heart to watch. Of course, I did my share of preening and showing off for her, too. It took most of the day, but in the end we had whole new outfits for each of us, including shoes, makeup and perfume. Victoria's Secret was the last stop. The salesgirl didn't bat an eye when we gave in to the urge to go into the dressing room together so that we could share some wicked kisses and fondling while we were half naked and trying on lingerie. Callie reached under my panties and diddled my clit while she kissed me. Her long bare legs begged for my touch, and I made a note to myself to see if we could do it missionary style and rub our pussies together while she wrapped those delicious limbs around me. We were both wet and maddeningly unfinished when we took our selections to the cash register. The counter girl was a really cute brunette, with a smattering of pale freckles and dark green eyes. She licked her lips slowly and looked me in the eye while she checked us out, and I knew she was dreaming about the fun that she and I could have in the dressing room together. Maybe I was going to have to get a job there myself. When we got home we told Dad 'not to look' while we snuck our packages inside and hid them in our rooms. He thought we were sneaking in our present for him and he was at least partially right, because his pipe and tobacco were tucked away in our other packages. As we walked up the staircase trying not to let the packages rustle too much, I looked at Dad ignoring us by reading his paper and I decided Callie was right – he'd definitely look way cool with a pipe in his mouth. We sent out for Chinese for dinner and ate in the kitchen. I kept looking over my chopsticks at Dad, imaging him with his pipe and wondering just what his reaction was going to be to the other stuff we'd bought. He was so handsome I had to drag my eyes away, and my heart fluttered with anticipation for the secret that Caroline and I had planned. Callie and I had decided as we were shopping that we'd have to pass on any hanky panky that night, however much we wanted it. The next morning was Valentine's day, and Dad had always snuck into our rooms during the night to leave us a little present when we woke up. We did not want him to catch us fucking around. That didn't stop me from claiming a long wet goodnight kiss from her in the hallway before we went to our separate bedrooms. I wondered if I'd ever stop getting dizzy whenever she kissed me. And so it was just me and Mr. Paddington snuggled together in bed, although I did give in to the thirst between my legs that had started when Caroline and I were necking in the store. I kept my panties on and did it under the covers, trying to keep my hand from moving too much just in case Daddy came in and saw me. It was hard and quick, and the orgasm took just enough of the edge off that I could get to sleep. * * * It was a good thing that we'd decided not to share beds that night. When I woke up in the morning, Mr. Paddington greeted me with a huge red Valentine stuck between his paws. It said Happy Valentine's Day to the Bestest Daughter in the World. He held a single white rose in one paw, and dangling from the other was the most gorgeous charm bracelet I'd ever seen – a gold chain with just one charm, a small heart edged in tiny diamonds. It sparkled in the pale morning light, and I smiled in delight as I unfastened it from him. "Thank you, Mr. Paddington for guarding Daddy's gift," I said. It's good to have a loyal bear for lots of different reasons. I gave him a kiss on the nose and fastened the bracelet around my wrist. The diamonds radiated sparkling beams in every color of the rainbow, and my heart swelled with love for the man who had bought me such a perfect treasure. I promised myself that I'd never take it off. I checked the clock and saw that I had about an hour before I was supposed to meet Callie. I was barely gonna make it. I fetched my new boxes and bags from under the bed and took them to the bathroom with me. I managed to keep my hands off myself in the shower. Mostly. Then I brushed my hair until it was soft as a kitten, put on my brand-new makeup and slipped into the clothes I'd bought yesterday. I put on my jewelry, old and new, daubed on some light musky perfume and I was ready to go. All the while as I was getting ready my nerves and excitement slowly inched up. I tried to ignore them by concentrating on what I was doing. When I finally stood in front of the full length mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. The cumulative effect of all of our scheming had worked far beyond my expectations. Reflected in the mirror was a girl I hardly recognized, an intelligent looking woman much older than me, a woman of obvious class and style. An unflappable woman who could take orders without hesitation and see that they were carried out immediately and efficiently. A perfect secretary. My brown suede skirt was a little too short for a truly professional woman, but it was just right for a girl who wanted to seduce the boss without getting too racy. The white silk blouse was crisp and clean and open at the neck so that I could show off the gold necklace that Daddy had bought me for Valentine's Day last year. I continued the gold theme with my favorite hoop earrings and my new charm bracelet on my wrist. For an extra touch I had added a suede vest which I wore open to display the row of buttons down the front of my blouse. I had tried to make my makeup sophisticated and understated – more than I usually wore but not by too much. I liked how it looked, and knew that I'd be wearing it this way more often, whether I was trying to look like a secretary or not. We had bought nylons for an exorbitant price at a little shop that sold nothing else. Mine were a light tan that blended with the color palette of my vest and skirt. The little design of flowers on the side looked like a tattoo on my calf. My shoes were sexy high-heeled pumps. In order to pretend that I was a prim secretary and not a tartlet I hadn't bought sandals. Even though these had a closed toe, the height of the heel was more than I was used to and I felt wickedly unbalanced and trashy. I checked myself out in the mirror, turning this way and that so that I could get a good view of everything. I looked so different I couldn't get over it. The teenager I usually saw had vanished, and I remembered the 'come hither' looks from the girl at the golf course. Maybe I wasn't really too young for her at all. I loved how sexy I felt in the frilly blouse, suede skirt and nylons. My legs were sleek and long, the high heels forcing a little extra shapeliness into them. I felt all grown up, and I couldn't wait to show off to my sister. The duty of wrapping Daddy's Valentine's Day presents had fallen to me, mostly because I was better at wrapping than Callie and I wasn't about to let her mess it up. I had wrapped them in sexy black foil wrapping paper with red and silver hearts and bows made out of curling ribbons. I gathered them up and walked out the door. I was nervous and horny and thrilled, and I couldn't wait for Caroline to see me. I walked down the hall to Dad's room. Just as I put the packages down on the hall table to wait for Callie a noise down the hall made me look up. A pretty blond woman was closing the door to Caroline's room behind her. An electric jolt of jealousy flowed through me and I was ready to go bitch slap her – how dare Callie tell me that I couldn't spend the night with her and then invite this trollop to her bed! The thought only lasted a microsecond and never even became fully formed as I realized that the blond floozy was actually my sister. Caroline walked toward me like a runway model, oozing confidence, long legs and sex. She was absolutely stunning. Her blond locks were pulled back into a bun, held in place with a pair of enameled black sticks which poked out on either side, giving her a prissy librarian air. She wore a vibrant red elegantly cut business suit which showed off her curves and impossibly hid them at the same time. Her jacket came down just over her hips and the skirt was really too short for any self-respecting office girl, but not as short as the skirts on some of the girls on Dad's computer. Her lacy camisole, nylons and high-heeled sandals were all black, which gave the perfect edge to her outfit. She was a tantalizing vision in red, black and blonde. And I swear, somehow her legs looked even longer than the last time I'd seen them. As she came closer I could see that she had put on more makeup that I had. The rouge that she had applied to her cheekbones not only highlighted them, but made them stand out in a dramatic sexy way. Her lips were painted a soft baby-girl pink; a shade that was mirrored on her finger and toenails. The color lent her stern outfit a touch of teenage innocence that whispered fun and take me. But the icing on the cake was perched on her nose - a pair of black oval reading glasses which finished her secretarial look to perfection. I felt as if I was privy to a special secret; my sister was like Clark Kent and would turn into someone totally different when she took off the glasses and peeled open her shirt. Two days ago Callie had looked like a fifteen year old in her Pooh pajamas, and now she looked like a ball-breaking Harvard graduate, ready to discuss mergers and IPOs. Couldn't she ever look her age? She grinned as she walked towards me, knowing full well how fucking incredible she looked. I grinned right back. When she reached me we giggled, grabbed hands and did a happy dance right there in the hall, trying to do it quietly so we wouldn't wake up Daddy. She whispered, "God, Katie! You look incredible!" "Thank you, Caroline," I said, performing a pirouette that wasn't quite as graceful as I would have liked thanks to the high heels. "But you!" I said. "You're just fucking gorgeous. And you look just like Mom!" "I know," she said, grinning. "I cheated!" "What?" "I snuck downstairs and borrowed the CD. I found that picture of Mom when she was sitting at a desk in an office, remember? I copied my hair and makeup so that I'd look just like her." "Oh, God! I remember that picture! I wondered why you looked so familiar. You look so much like her it's incredible. You are sooo cute!" Callie grinned happily. Obviously that was just the reaction she'd wanted. She wasn't an identical twin or anything, but the new hair and makeup had pushed her resemblance to Mom from passing to unmistakable. "Is that what Dad got you?" she asked, looking at my wrist. I held it up so she could see the gold bracelet and the dangling heart-shaped charm with its tiny diamonds. "Isn't it fantastic?" I said. Caroline was happy for me and I could tell she was also a little jealous, which made me happy too. It's always good to own something your sister covets. "What'd you get?" I said. "See?" she said, looking down at her ankle. She turned her foot from side to side and I could see her new anklet scintillating in the early morning light. Like my bracelet, it had a little heart-shaped charm made of diamonds. I'd never wanted to kiss an ankle before, but the glittering gold chain on top of black nylon was sure putting ideas in my head, and I told her so. Discovering Daddy Ch. 03 She slapped me on the arm as if she was indignant, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her lips told me that she thought the idea had possibilities. Our eyes met, and we both knew it was time for a kiss. We leaned in together, our lips barely touching. We didn't want to really get into it, because we had bigger plans and didn't want to muss our makeup. It was just a gentle lingering kiss that curled my toes and sent warm waves of desire for Callie run through me. Her little-girl lipstick and her musky perfume made me feel all frilly and feminine, and no, I don't know exactly how that worked. But that was the moment that I learned that a kiss could be soft and full of passion at the same time. "You know what?" she whispered as we held hands, our foreheads touching as we tried to undizzy ourselves. I gave my head a small shake. "You are criminally cute." I blushed at her compliment before I could come up with a really good answer. "Yeah? Well you're criminally insane." Callie giggled. "Maybe. But you know what else?" Another head shake. "I'm so wet I can't stand it. My panties are soaked." "Well, duh," I whispered. "Do you want to go back to your room?" I asked hopefully. "We can give Dad his present later." "Later, Katie-pie. I promise. But I'm sure not going into Dad's room with these soaking panties on." Caroline hiked up her red skirt, not that it had very far to go. I watched entranced as her delicate hands with their schoolgirl pink nails lifted the hem up to her hips. Higher and higher it went, showing more and more of her sexy legs in new black nylon. I'm sure it was only a second or two but it seemed like forever until her crotch came into view. Nestled above the tops of her stockings and the creamy skin of her thighs was her purchase from Victoria's Secret – a pair of silky red panties with the silhouette of a butterfly woven into the soft material; a lacy vicarial pudenda hovering between her legs, sexily covering the real thing. My hand moved to cup her butterfly in my palm and stick my finger inside her, but I didn't have time. Callie slipped the panties off, and they slid down her stocking covered legs and into a puddle around her ankles. I swear, the sight of Caroline all dressed up and businesslike but with a pair of sopping panties around her ankles was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. She put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself and kicked the panties away. They landed in a small pile on the soft carpet down the hall. "There," she said, facing me again. "That's much better. Your turn." "What are you doing?" I said as Caroline bent over and put her hands the sides of my knees, just under my skirt. "Look, it's not like you're going to need them in there. Dad will never know. And then you'll be all ready so that I can have you when we're done, right? Besides, you don't want to go into his room with wet panties on either, do you?" I might have objected that wet panties were better than no panties – at least there was something to catch the juices dribbling from me. But before I could form my thoughts into words Caroline slid her hands upward, lifting my skirt with her wrists and grazing my nylons with the palms of her hands, which sent delicious sexy tickles through me. Once she got the skirt high enough, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my new panties and slid them down my legs. They caught for a second in the wetness from my pussy, reluctant to be pulled away. But they gave in to Caroline's insistent pulling and in a second they were down around my ankles. I shivered at the sexy feeling of being all naked down there but all dressed up and pretty too, and I gave up trying to think of an objection. Caroline stood up straight, and I put my hand on her shoulder to brace myself while I kicked my panties down the hall. They landed right on top of hers; a satiny puddle of brand new Victoria's Secret lingerie, sopping wet with sister juice. "Good shot!" Caroline whispered. "Look," I said. "I thought we were just going to give Dad a thrill seeing us dressed up like secretaries and reminding him of Mom because it's Valentine's Day. Kinda just for fun. Then we're going to give him his present and leave, right?" "Yeah," she said, but the hesitation in her voice let me know that she had more to say and she didn't think I was going to like it. She went on in a rush. "But you left out the most important thing. We want to let him know that we're grown up enough for sex, and plant the idea that maybe someday he could have us if he wanted to." "Uh-huh," I said. I felt so wanton and sexy that I didn't really want to rain on her parade, no matter how silly it seemed. Daddy wasn't going to want to fuck us, no matter how we dressed. But I was so entranced with Caroline at that point that I decided that I would just play along with her obsession, at least until it reached the point where it came crashing down around her. Then I could be there for her. "We're letting him know that we can be had," she said. "Cheap!" I said brightly, trying to get into the spirit. Callie giggled. "Oh no, Katie-pie. Not cheap. Do you know how much money we spent on these outfits?" She was right, and I remembered how guilty I'd felt when I'd added up all the damage we'd done to his credit card. "Face it, sis," she said. "We're all bought and paid for. We're just letting him know that he can collect any time he wants, any way he wants. And hopefully he'll collect the way we want him to." With that, Caroline took my hand in hers and pulled me to the door to Daddy's room. I picked up his presents from the table in my free hand as I went by. My eyes were drawn to Callie's ass, wiggling seductively under the red skirt. I knew that just above the black nylons her tiny slit was hairless and slick with her forbidden needs, and I wanted nothing more than to lap her with my tongue, to feel her bald pussy tremble and cum for me. I hoped this wasn't going to take long. I was really anxious to fuck my sister. Caroline pushed the door open and stuck her head in. "Daddy?" she said. When she didn't get an answer, she pulled me behind her into the bedroom. Dad was laying on his side in the middle of his king-sized bed. He was half under the covers, and the parts that weren't covered made me think he was probably naked. Seeing him like that was sort of a shock. Dad had always been kind of stuck up about being well dressed – he was always natty, even just lounging around the house. Always combed, always shaved, always dressed. We never ever saw him in pajamas or even a robe, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him in a swimming suit. His masculine face had the hint of overnight stubble, which I thought made him look kind of rugged and sexy. And his chest had more hair than I would have thought. Dark curly hair, with some gray mixed in. It made me want to go and run my fingers through it, to feel his skin with my fingertips while the fine hair tickled my palm. I had to laugh at myself. Here I was, lusting after my big sister because she was smooth and hairless, and after my own Daddy because he wasn't. What was wrong with me? I hoped Caroline was going to hurry, because my poor pussy sure needed some attention, and there was no way it was going to get any in Dad's bedroom. Caroline left me holding presents at the foot of the bed and walked up next to Dad. She glanced at me with a here-we-go look, and then dragged her fingernail with its schoolgirl pink polish down his bare shoulder – the kind of affectionate caress that a girl would normally use to gently awaken her lover, not her father. And while she did it, in an example of her warped imagination put to good use, instead of calling him 'Daddy' she whispered his name in his ear. "Bruce?" Dad's eyes flickered open and tried to focus on Caroline in her red secretary outfit. But I knew he was still more asleep than awake when his scratchy voice whispered Mom's name instead of his daughter's. "Penny?" Caroline's eyes lit up, and I knew she'd hit her target. Even if it was only for a second, Dad had thought he was looking at his sexy wife. But immediately he came a little more awake. He shook his head, blinked a few more times and then rolled onto his back and sat up. He didn't even know he'd said anything at all. "What are you two doing in here?" "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy," Callie said, smiling down at him in bed. "Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day," I said belatedly. Better late than never. Caroline went on, her voice somehow both prim and breathless. "We thought that since you're always leaving our presents in our room so they'd be there when we woke up, it was time to return the favor." Callie walked back to me so that we were standing next to each other at the foot of the bed. I nodded and held out the presents for him to see. But I don't think he noticed. He didn't pay any attention to the packages at all. He was too busy drinking in the sight of his two girls all dressed up and sexy, standing at the foot of his bed. His dark eyes held a wild mixture of lust and steel. Mostly lust. I couldn't believe that my own father was looking at me like that, and I'm sure my face blushed the same shade as Caroline's suit from the frank look of need in his eyes – a look that I recognized immediately even though I'd never seen it on him before. I couldn't help myself, and I glanced down at Daddy's crotch under the covers. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but it looked to me like something was moving down there. Dad was starting to wake up some more now. "And, what's the deal with the glasses?" he said to Callie. "The better to see you with," Caroline giggled. Now he was really suspicious. "And the clothes?" he said. "These?" Callie laughed. "Do you like them?" She smiled at me and winked, and then she did a slow pirouette, showing off her lithe teenage body and new clothes to her father. She was plainly teasing him, hoping he'd want to see us without the new clothes, too. "We bought them for you, silly. We thought you might like to see us in them." I could see the wheels turning in Daddy's mind as he looked from me to Caroline. It sent a chill through my spine to know that Callie's idea was working the way she wanted – there was nothing paternal about the hunger I saw in Dad's eyes. None of the boys at school, not even the ones I'd necked with, had ever made me so wet. Dad knew something was up, but he wasn't going to talk about it until he could figure it out. "For me?" he said, his voice half skeptical and half laughing. "Somehow I doubt that." "For you! Really!" Callie said. "We thought that we'd dress up in something extra special to give you your Valentine's Day present. Don't you like it?" Caroline stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, clasped her hands in front of her and swung them from side to side – the perfect picture of a petulant five year old who didn't get her way. Wrapped up in the flawless figure of a nineteen year old teenager. Who looked like a hot twenty-six year old businesswoman. I wasn't sure how she was affecting Dad, but she was driving me wild. Caroline was all these different girls wrapped up in one drop-dead beautiful package, and I wanted every one of them. Dad laughed uncomfortably, and there was no mistaking it this time. That bulge between his legs was moving – growing larger and stretching up towards his tummy. Even under the blankets it looked huge, and I was torn between the desire to see it and the desire to run away. I was all kinds of horny, and nervous beyond belief – was my own father thinking of screwing me? I felt a little juice running down my leg, and my knees were suddenly flimsy. If I'd had any real inclination to leave, that was the moment – when I realized the effect that we were having on Dad. This wasn't some abstract tease that might or might not be stimulating his libido. Caroline's plan to plant an idea in his head had germinated way sooner than she'd figured it would. And I had been like totally wrong assuming that he wouldn't be turned on by his own daughters. Even if he was reluctant to screw his own daughters, his dick wasn't. But I didn't leave. I was thoroughly mesmerized by the fact that only three feet in front of me there was a hard cock begging to be inside me. Us. I was in the same room with a man that wanted to fuck me! It's hard for a girl to turn her back on that when she's as wet as I was. And it wasn't just Dad's dick - my pussy was longing for Caroline's attention too. I was frozen in place, horny and waiting to see where Callie was taking us. "We wanted to give you something extra special to think about for a Valentine's present," Callie said. "Something you'll never forget." I braced myself, sure that she was going to beg him to fuck her or worse. Instead she took the packages from my hands and put them on the foot of the bed. She turned to face me, put her hands on my waist, gave me a smile that just melted any resistance I might have had and leaned in and kissed me. And this wasn't one of the sisterly kisses that she might have given me a few days ago. This was a lover's kiss, wet and open-mouthed, our tongues swirling and exploring. The jolt that went through me because Daddy was watching us this time made all of our other kisses seem long ago and far away. Caroline's lips were soft and pliable, and I wanted the kiss to never end just so that we'd always be like this. How could she do this to me? I'd known her all my life, but in the past couple of days it was like I didn't know her at all. And now the only way to know Caroline again was by touching her, by physical contact that made me hungry and dizzy for more. Our tongues flicked out of our mouths, teasing, learning and tasting. Showing off for our Daddy. Caroline told me later that while we were kissing she had inched my skirt up far enough that Daddy could see that I wasn't wearing any underwear. But I sure didn't notice at the time. My mind was consumed with the cool raw sexiness of my sister and the dirty feelings of doing something so forbidden in front of our father. I felt like I was waking up when we finally stopped. I had to blink, I was swaying a little on my feet, and I really didn't want to leave the warm inviting place I'd just been with Caroline. I managed to get my eyes back open before she did, and I could see that our kissing had left her just as dazed as it had me. Callie gathered herself and turned back to face Dad, who had a look of disbelief on his face. His moving bulge had turned into a hard rod, and even a virgin like me knew what it wanted. Dad was breathing a little faster now and he sat up straighter, casually moving the covers to better hide his excitement. He looked so cute. I was all messed up. I wanted more of Caroline, more kisses, more wet bald pussy to lick, more long legs wrapped around me. But now I wanted something else too. I wanted cock. I wanted Daddy's cock. I wanted it shoved inside the hole between my legs that was just screaming at me for attention. Masturbating or getting naked and fucking Mr. Paddington were nowhere near as exciting as this was. Caroline said, "We also wanted to thank you for the presents, Daddy. Right, Katie-pie?" I nodded mutely. Dad and I both watched as Caroline sauntered up next to him, using her runway model walk. Where had she learned that, anyhow? She lifted her leg, put her foot on the bed next to his chest and slowly bent over to fondle her new anklet. Her position gave Dad the chance to look down her blouse, which he took greedily. "See how pretty it looks, Daddy?" Dad tore his eyes from her cleavage to look at her long fingers showing off the bracelet around her ankle. But his eyes weren't there for long. I watched them travel up her leg, drinking in her well-muscled curves under the black nylon. Caroline pretended not to notice Daddy's eyes on her; pretended to be so entranced with her new jewelry that she couldn't feel the hunger radiating from his eyes. "It's so pretty," she said, fondling her anklet. "I just can't think of a good way to thank you, Daddy." Caroline reached down with her hands and hitched her skirt up as if it had been too binding while she had one foot on the floor and the other on the bed. She wiggled her hips and settled the skirt into its new place, up higher on her legs. But I knew what she was really doing. She was flashing our own father, letting him get a clear look at her wet goodies. She bent her knee even a little wider and leaned over to dandle her jewelry again. "I just love it," she whispered breathlessly, her cheek resting on her nylon covered knee, which put her face very close to Father's. But his eyes were trapped; glued to the scrumptious treat between Caroline's legs. His masculine look of greed and need and lust was something I'll never forget. I was looking at Dad's face when it happened. His whole body twitched. Once. Twice. And just like that his mind was gone – lost between his little girl's legs along with his eyes. He didn't even notice as his hand grasped her ankle around her new anklet. The effect she was having was devastating, as I knew full well. I could read his eyes like a book. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – a gorgeous leg covered in black nylon with a bit of bare tanned thigh at the top and then, not really hiding under her red skirt, a perfect little pussy, bald and pink and excited, its inner lips puffy with desire and oozing that oh-so-desirable girl cum that he hadn't had in years. He wanted it to be some kind of accident. His own daughter wasn't flashing him, practically begging him to fuck her, was she? But at the same time he wanted it to be true. A teenager who looked just like his wife, a pretty blond secretary in black nylons, was coming on to him, and the fact that it was his own daughter almost didn't matter. On Valentine's Day, no less. Daddy could no more resist the impact of Caroline on his lust than I could. Caroline turned her face over on her knee so she could look at me. "Don't you want to tell him thank you, too?" she said. She made a little motion with her fingers, urging me to crawl onto the bed up next to Dad. I don't think he even noticed. In her thrall just as much as Daddy was, and for mostly the same reasons, I didn't even hesitate. I gathered my skirt so that my legs were free and crawled past his presents until I was up on the bed next to him. I sat down on my side, keeping my legs together and my toes pointed because I knew it made my legs look even longer. Caroline's eyes caressed me from top to bottom and I blushed like a schoolgirl when she smiled seductively at me. I leaned on the bed with one hand so I could hold up my other in front of Daddy, showing him the new treasure dangling from my wrist. "See? I love it. Thank you Daddy," I said. I heard him say, "You're welcome," but my eyes were on the same place his were. I don't know what he was thinking, but what I saw made my pussy tremble. Caroline's sandal glistened the way that only a brand new pair of shoes will do; black and shiny and looking very sexy. I was definitely going to have to do her while she was wearing those someday. Smooth black nylon covered her toes but didn't hide her babygirl pink nails, and the gold anklet was the perfect finishing touch. I wanted to bunny kiss her from her toes to the wet slit between the top of her legs. Daddy's eyes, and mine too, were drawn irresistibly up Callie's nylon wrapped leg to her bare crotch, and I wished I had a better angle so I could see under her skirt like Daddy. Caroline looked at me, a smile on her lips and conspiracy in her eyes. She'd now bewitched her own father, and her own little sister was her witness, her bait and her beneficiary.