I lay there for a moment, my pulse pounding through my veins as I basked in the most wonderful, serene nirvana that I thought could ever exist... I felt as though I was floating as Karen and Marisa retreated downstairs to the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths and groaned in utter contentment. I was sure I had never felt that satisfied. I replayed the events of only a few moments ago in my mind. I was utterly incredulous. Had it really happened? Please let this be real and not just some wonderful dream!!
I got my composure back somewhat and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I felt for the baby monitor and grasped it. I nearly dropped it as I retrieved it; my hands, and my entire body, were shaking. I chuckled to myself at my lack of dexterity and turned on the monitor.
Waves of joy and contentment just kept vibrating through my whole being as I lay there, grinning ear to ear as I listened.
I heard sounds of motion and some thumping, then peals of girly laughter.
"I did it!" squealed Marisa. "I did it! Oh my god, Auntie, I did it!!" She then broke into another fit of giggling.
"You sure did girl!" exclaimed Karen. "And you were amazing at it!" I then heard the fridge door and some clinking. "All right, let's have a victory drink! It'll help to get that taste out of your mouth too."
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, Auntie!" Marisa gushed. "I really did it! I just sucked my dad's cock! I sucked him off and made him cum! And he came in my mouth, and we licked it up!... Oh, my god, I just sucked my own dad's cock!!" She then started to laugh again, burbling with merriment as my little sister chuckled along with her.
"See, you were all nervous about it, and it was easy," said Karen sagely. "I sucked my dad's cock a ton. Men who sleep deeply have been helping their daughters master the art of blowjobs without them knowing it for generations, I'm sure."
"Is it weird, though, Auntie? I mean, I liked it! Is it ok? Oh my god, do my friends suck their dads off in their sleep? Auntie, I really did it!!"
"Marisa, listen. It's perfectly fine, it's perfectly normal. You masturbate, right?"
"Auntie!!"
"No, really! Everyone does. Or basically everyone. I figure everyone should. But it's still sort of considered wrong, right? No one talks about it, no one admits it. All the doctors and psychologists and experts all say that jilling off is totally normal and healthy. But who admits it? Same thing with getting some practice on your dad. Normal. Healthy. But people freak right out if you even suggest it, right? Don't worry, Marisa, it's not weird, it's not freaky. And it was... totally hot."
There was a pause as they sipped. "...Jilling off?" asked Marisa with a chuckle.
"Yeah, jilling off. Like jacking off. But for girls, right?"
They both broke out in peals of laughter. "Oh, Auntie, you're the best. I feel so happy. This has been such a wonderful day. I feel..."
"What, a little drunk?"
"Well, yeah," she snickered, "but, um... it's weird. Everything's just weird."
"Weird like how?" Karen asked.
"Well, I totally thought, you know, like at the start of the school year, that Trevor was the one. But I don't know. He's been such a dork. And he doesn't really make me feel good, or make me feel pretty. He just a horny dork! He kisses me and tries to feel me up, but he just turns me off more! You know? He just... I don't know."
Karen listened in silence. I was hanging off every word I heard.
"He makes me feel like he just wants to, you know, get his rocks off or something! I don't even know if I want to suck his cock!!"
There was another pause. I sensed that Karen was just letting her talk, figuring she was on a roll. Damn, how did she get to be so perceptive??
"It's different. With Daddy, it's like I wanted to. Like, I wanted to please him, you know? I know that he was sleeping, he didn't even know I was there, but, it's like..." Marisa stalled for a moment. "It's like Daddy makes me feel good. He makes me feel pretty, and like I'm important." She took a drink and paused again. Karen remained silent. "Daddy loves me, I know he does, and he makes me feel special! He bought me these earrings today! And got me flowers, just to cheer me up! He makes me feel so happy, and he's so handsome... He makes me want to please him..."
Her speech drifted off.
"With Trevor, it's like he's none of those things..." Marisa mused softly, in a hushed tone I could barely hear. My ears were straining and my heart singing with excitement and joy.
"Well, young lady," Karen began, "we should finish up these drinks and get to bed, huh? It's late, it's been a big, big night, and we've got a big day tomorrow. Now remember, there's nothing at all weird about what we did here, ok? Normal. Totally normal. And if you don't want to suck Trevor off, that's fine. Lots of other cocks out there. One upstairs too. And from what you've been saying here, it sounds like you're having reservations about the whole Trevor thing anyway. If he's not right for you, well, that's the way it goes. His loss. If he can't treat you the way you want, too bad. He's a nice kid, I like him, but your happiness is most important."
"Thanks, Auntie," Marisa said.
"I want you to do something though, ok?" Karen went on, standing and gathering things in the kitchen. "I want you to think long and hard about what you want. What's important to you. What makes you feel good. What you want in a man. Think about that, and see if there's anyone out there that meets those criteria. Ok? Think about the way you like feeling, the way you like to be treated, and think if there's anyone that makes you feel like that. If it's Trevor, fine. If it's someone else, well, maybe you should go out with that someone else, right?"
"Right, Auntie."
"All right then, let's get to bed. I'm getting pretty tired."
"Me too, Auntie. And thank you so much, this has been really, um, really an eye opener. You've given me so much to think about... And thank you for listening."
"No problem, girlfriend," Karen chuckled.
Shortly I heard footsteps on the stairs, then Karen entered our room. She closed the door behind her, then turned on the corner lamp, dimly lighting the room. She was wearing a broad, self-satisfied grin as she turned towards me and began removing her clothes.
"You happy?" she beamed at me.
"Holy fuck, Sis," I whispered to her. "Words fail me. I think you're sent to me straight from heaven or something. Come here!"
Still grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, she climbed on the bed and crawled toward me. She bent to kiss me and I assailed her mouth. My tongue was hungrily and passionately probing her mouth. Our lips mashed together and I kissed her with desperate love, adoration and gratitude.
"Enough of that," she whispered, breaking the kiss and climbing up my body. She pushed down on the top of my shoulders, urging me to slide down towards the foot of the bed. "If you want to thank me, I know a better way." She swung her left leg over my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. "Here, suck on that." I greedily and graciously complied, immediately kissing and drawing my tongue over the folds of her shaven outer labia, then darting between her swollen lips and seeking her inner pink.
She bent over to her side of the bed and enacted some kind of motion. I heard the drawer of her nightstand open. I concentrated on licking her delicious pussy, savouring each wonderful moment of being allowed to perform cunnilingus on my incomparable little sister.
"Mmmm, good, keep doing that," she sighed. "Now let's see if we have some icing on this cake..." She held a white object in front of my field of view, and I focused my eyes on it. It was another baby monitor, which she switched on. "Does this make me evil?" she asked as crackles of white noise emitted from the device.
I glance up quizzically to her eyes, which returned a mischievous gleam. Hisses continued to emanate from the monitor, and I began to probe my little sister's vagina, spearing her inner folds with my tongue.
A crackling sound and a rustling came from the speaker. I was confused, so I just continued tongue-fucking Karen and dragging my lips across the outer folds of her pussy.
I heard a breath and what sounded like a soft sigh from the monitor. What were we tuned in to? It had to be Marisa's bedroom... Had Karen hidden a monitor in Marisa's room? Holy shit, you devious little freak!
Sure enough, Marisa' voice came through the speaker. "Mmm, yeah..."
"Jackpot," whispered Karen with a huge grin. "Keep listening. I've been batting a thousand so far, keep listening..."
"Oh..." gasped Marisa softly. "Yes. Mmm, yes you are. You know you are."
More soft rustling and white noise came from the speaker as I strained breathlessly to hear more. I kept my tongue motions slow and even on Karen's vulva as she enjoyed being softly eaten out and listened in too.
"You've always been. It's you, Daddy, you're the one. You've always been the one..."
Karen looked down at me wide eyed with a triumphant smile. She pointed at me knowingly and broadened her grin and raising her eyebrows. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This day had already been utterly too much!
"Mmm, yeah," Marisa's voice softly rasped. "I know, I know. I want to see it. I want to see it."
I stopped dead and Karen and I just looked at each other in amazement, both silently hanging on with bated breath at each sound that emitted from the speaker on the monitor she held.
"Oh, Daddy, it's so big, it's so big. Oh, Daddy. Please, please, I want it..."
She gasped and let out a little squeak. "Mmm yeah! Oh, Daddy, please... Please, I want it. I know. I know. I don't care. Please, I want it. Put it in, oh please Daddy."
She let out a low moan and a sound of sheets sliding came through. There was a pause. "Fuck me, Daddy."
My mind was blown into the next galaxy and I realized that my cock was once again standing at rapt attention. Oh my fucking sweet holy god!! Karen was right about everything! And my daughter was masturbating just down the hall, fantasizing about getting fucked by me and calling my name!
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "It's so big, it's so big! Give it to me, please, I want more. Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, fuck me!"
My cock throbbed painfully as Karen silently slid down my body. She positioned her moist petals at the tip of my dick, adjusted my member with her hand, and began sliding down my pole. I was in a state of shock or something. This was unprecedented, unforeseen, incredible, naughty and sexy beyond my wildest dreams.
"Fuck me, Daddy. No, don't stop, I want more. No, don't take it out. No. More. More. Deeper. I can take it. Please Daddy, I'm not scared, I can take it. It feels so good. Oh, Daddy, it feels so good. Fill me up."
Karen began to ride my cock as we beamed at each other, slack jawed in utter amazement and lust. I had never heard anything as arousing ever. Karen was flushed and obviously completely turned on too.
I heard Marisa's breath quicken and rustles of motion. Her voice was still hushed, but more insistent and intense. "Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, uh huh, yeah. Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy. Ohhhh yeah, you're so big, you're so good, oh, it's so fucking good. Oh, harder. Harder, Daddy, I'm gonna cum!!"
My mind was almost orgasming with incredulous intoxicating overstimulation. The slow, sensuous friction of Karen's vagina riding up and down my rigid phallus was almost an afterthought or a distraction. It felt so good, and I felt overpowering, exultant love for my gorgeous younger sister, but my daughter's lusty voice in my ear was twisting my mind in on itself, forcing it into new shapes and places I never could have imagined. Past and future seemed to cease existence. Now was all there was.
"Yes, Daddy I'm coming!! Oh, Daddy, I'm cooommmmmiinnnngggggggg...." She cooed softly, little lusty moans emanating from her beautiful, immaculate lips. My beautiful daughter! My gorgeous little girl! A full grown woman now, horny and lusty as hell, and she was hot for me! She was coming for me!! It was all too much.
Karen increased her pace now rapidly and reached down and began diddling her clit. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she snarled. "Fuck I'm so fucking horny. Oh my fucking god, so horny. Fucking so hot. Mmm, fuck me. RRRrrr, fuck my cunt!"
She was strumming her clit frantically, her fingers held together as a unit as they brushed across her mound in a blur. "Mmmm, fuck, yeah. Fuck, oh your cock is so fucking hard. Oh, I love it. I love slamming down on it and feeling it so deep inside of me. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck your cock. Urrh! Ohhrrr! Oh, oh shit, I'm gonna cum, babe! I'm gonna cummm! Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OHHH!"
She was riding me like a mad cowgirl, then she suddenly froze and pitched forward. Her mouth contorted in a silent scream as her eyes shut tight, then her hips resumed their frantic bucking and she gasped out in lust, desperately trying to quell her passion and not scream out at the top of her lungs. "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCK.....!!!" she half-screamed, half-whispered. She came hard and squirted a couple splatters of girl juice which splashed out over the bedclothes and my body. Her face was a twisted depiction of tortured lust, as she fought to keep her volume low as her incredible climax shook her frame.
"Ohhhh, fuck, oh, fuck..." she sighed. She dismounted and shuddered. A bead of sweat dripped down her nose and fell to the sheets. "Mmmm, yeah, so good. So fuckin' horny. Came so good. You? Horny? Do you think you can cum again?"
"I don't know what the hell I can or can't to anymore, lover! But my cock is hard as concrete and it feels like my prostate is about the size of a pumpkin! I feel like I could fuck you into next week!"
"Well, no fucking right now! Too sensitive. Wayyy too. Whoo! Good cum! Ok, I've got to get that dick into my mouth. If there's a way to make you cum again I'm going to find it!"
In a flash she slid down my body and swallowed my rod in a single gulp. Instantly she was sucking hard and deep on it like some blowjob demon. Her hair flew around as she swirled and whipped her head, reminding me of what a committed, enthusiastic, experienced cocksucker could accomplish when she put her mind to it!
"Oh fuck, lover, that feels fantastic!" I gasped, surprised at the ferocity with which she was sucking me. My whole pelvis felt numb and sore, but her aggressive sucking rhythm had me moaning softly in pleasure and my dick throbbing for release. I was so horny, I was past reason, thought, or even speech. I groaned out wordlessly trying to reach for the back of her head, then seizing motionless, then collapsing back, then sitting bolt upright, moaning and gyrating helplessly while my little sister ravaged the surface of my penis.
She began squeezing and kneading my testicles. This was a common tactic for her when she was either trying to tease me mercilessly or bring me off. I prayed it was the latter. My whole body was wracked with over-stimulating sensation. I couldn't take any teasing. But I wasn't sure I was going to be able to cum either!
Her mouth was like a suction machine on my cock, she swallowed me to the back of her throat, withdrew, and gulped me back down again. She applied a super intense, vacuuming pressure on my cock, then released it and went back to her bobbing. She squeezed my testicles hard, backed her lips off so only the tip was in her mouth, and began stroking my shaft quickly with her right hand.
"Fuck!" I gasped. "Oh hell! What the... Oh god!" I was delirious. Karen once again applied her super-vacuum suction to the head of my dick and mashed her tongue up against my tip and pee-hole, rubbing and rasping it all over the point of my prick. Her hand was jack-rabbit quick, jerking my shaft up and down, trying to coax the sperm from out of my balls. I didn't think I had any left! I couldn't cum!!
I was writhing a moaning, in an agony of frustrated sexual frenzy. I tried to cum but it was too intense!! She was going to suck the head of my cock right off! I started bucking my hips, clenching my toes, arching my back, grasping at my hair, anything, anything to try to get off!!
Karen clenched my balls in a death-grip. She beat my shaft furiously. The visceral slug of pain caused by her maltreatment of my gonads wrested the breath from my lungs, but nothing would send me over the edge!
She sensed this and released my nuts, let my dick pop out of her mouth, and wormed up next to me so her mouth was at my ear. She continued rapidly flogging my shaft. "Come," she commanded me, rasping huskily directly into my ear canal. "Do it. Do it for Marisa. She wants your cum. You know she does. Give it to her. Blow your load for your daughter. Cum for Marisa." So saying she began milking my balls again and I felt it for sure this time. It built and built, rising higher in an upward spiral. I thought I could cum but it just kept building! Karen milked my nuts harder, squeezing and releasing, squeezing again, harder, harder, harder... And I shot!!!
A ribbon of clear, hot semen leapt into the air and streaked my shoulder, landing on the pillow behind me. Instantly Karen's mouth was around my dick, sucking aggressively, lapping the dribble of cum that I produced as she beat my shaft, gently massaging my aching balls. I pumped out a tiny bit more semen from my exhausted gonads as I nearly passed out from the exertion of my orgasm. I collapsed, a gasping, trembling heap. Karen licked my cock clean and zeroed in on the clear line of ejaculate that glistened on my shoulder. It resembled pre-cum more than jizz, but she lapped it up all the same.
Karen continued slowly pumping my shaft and massaging my aching orbs while staring down at my perspiration-soaked face and glassy eyes. I felt three-quarters dead, yet more alive than ever.
"Disappointed," smirked Karen. "Not much cum at all for me this time. Good distance, though!" she added with a giggle.
"Oh fuck," I breathed. "I thought I wasn't going to be able to cum there. Holy hell I am sore. Ouch, I've never felt this drained. That cum was almost too much. Shit!"
I lay there panting as she stroked my skin. "Well, I guess I can give you a bit of a break since that's four loads in one day. And the third one was huge. I had to share that one though."
We shared a laugh and she cuddled up next to me. "God, I love you, Karen," I said.
"I love you, too," she replied. "You better eat your wheaties tomorrow morning, though, I have a feeling you're going to need to pump out a lot of jizz. Let's get some sleep, ok?"
"That's a deal!" I exhaled. Within seconds, I'm sure I was unconscious.I slept like the proverbial baby. Completely drained, I was dead to the world, solidly, until morning. I woke up after the best sleep of my life, refreshed and full of energy. My balls had a slight soreness to them, but other than that I felt like a million dollars.
The morning was the most cheerful I'd known in our house in months. I put coffee on and began making pancakes and bacon for breakfast -- something I did every other weekend or so. I had whipped cream and chocolate chips out along with the syrup, as well as some strawberries. It was kind of my specialty, and Marisa's favourite. She always loved my cooking, and I wanted to make her a special treat.
Karen got up with me, and was reading the paper as I cooked. She sipped her morning coffee contentedly. I heard the sound of the shower and knew that Marisa was now up. She most likely had smelled the cooking, and was cleaning up for breakfast.
It didn't take her long to finish showering, and as she dried her hair, I put Karen's and my plates out and we started eating. I kept Marisa's warming in the oven until I heard the hair dryer stop, knowing that that signaled she would be down soon.
I was treated to a bit of a surprise, as Marisa came bounding into the kitchen, she was still wearing her nightshirt. It was a long T-shirt with Van Gogh's "Starry Night" printed on it, that she had worn as pyjamas for the last year or so. She didn't often come down in her nightshirt much any more, and usually not after she had taken a shower. Marisa was grinning ear to ear as she ran over to give me a huge hug. "Good morning, Daddy!" she sang and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Good morning, Auntie!" she said to my sister as she gave her a big hug too.
"Well, good morning yourself, there, sunbeam!" replied Karen. I just chuckled. "Someone must have had a good sleep!"
"I sure did!" exclaimed Marisa. "Maybe the best of my life! You two look well-rested too, huh? I sure hope you are, Daddy, after turning in so early!"
"Absolutely, Princess," I smiled back at her. "Great sleep!"
She sat down to eat, pouring syrup on her pancakes and taking up her knife and fork enthusiastically. "Did you have good dreams?" she asked me with a gleam in her eye, glancing ever-so-briefly over to my sister and then back. That cheeky thing! Oh, I knew what she was getting at. She was really being brazen about her ventures last night. She must have been excited. Naturally I pretended to have no knowledge of her seemingly private joke.
"I had some great dreams, sweetie!" I said with a warm smile. "Really great. You were in one of them!" I added with faux innocence, upping the ante. "I've never felt so good in the morning either, I feel super relaxed, and lots of energy. You?"
"Me too, great dreams, Daddy! The best. And I feel super, super great today!" Karen just chuckled and said nothing, eating her pancakes and flipping through the paper.
Karen quickly finished her breakfast and stated, "I'm gonna go and hop in the shower, ok? You got breakfast, I'll take care of dinner. See you two in a bit!"
"Ok, dear!" I responded, excited and terrified at the prospect of being alone with my daughter here in the kitchen.
Marisa didn't say much, but kept beaming brilliant smiles at me. I smiled back warmly whenever I could, sharing her joyous mood and enjoying the return of the happy, carefree girl I had been missing lately. I thought briefly about taking her in my arms, planting crushing kisses on her lips, caressing her budding boobies through her nightshirt, pressing up against her so she could feel my growing hardon... but I stopped.
You know what? I was happier than I had been in a long time. Marisa was all smiles, the atmosphere was warm and friendly. My cock had begun to awaken and stiffen, but I let my thoughts just drift back to a satisfied, fatherly place and relaxed. I wanted my beautiful daughter more than any woman in the world, but I also resolved myself to make this special, to not rush or ruin anything, to make this as much of a romance as I could. I wanted her to be comfortable and happy, and not do anything dumb like Trevor and ruin it. Be cool, daddy, be cool...
Marisa was playful and cheeky throughout breakfast, and she kept making little inside jokes. If she only knew what I knew!!
"This is delicious Daddy!" she exclaimed. "But I think maybe everything you make is delicious. I just love the taste of everything you do..." Such cheek!
I pretended to not get her references and just take the compliments. She was so bold though! She was clearly feeling her oats and enjoying what she thought was she and her auntie's naughty secret. She was wearing the earrings I'd bought her this morning too. We laughed and smiled through breakfast, then I got up and started clearing the table.
"Let me help you with that Daddy!" gushed Marisa. She assisted me with a quick clean in the kitchen. She surprised me again with her brazenness as she made a show of looking for a place for the whipped cream. "Where does this go again, Daddy?" she asked me as she bent down to pretend to try to find a spot on the lowest shelf in the door. She was bent straight down so her nightshirt rode up almost completely exposed her young tight ass to me. I could see her blue cotton panties covering her mound... I had to fight the urge to bound over and start grinding up against her from behind or bite into her ripe, luscious cheeks. I also struggled to keep my erection under control. As much as I wanted to take her and make her a woman right there on the kitchen floor, I was also immensely enjoying her prancing and teasing like this, watching her flirt and show off. I now realized that Karen was right, so much of her behaviour had been strictly for my benefit; to entice and bewitch me, so Marisa could show her grown-up body off for me, her father. How had I been so blind?
I just laughed and said, over my shoulder, "It goes on the top shelf, silly! By where the ketchup and stuff is!" Oh my god, what a lovely sight though. Such a beautifully shaped ass, shapely, youthful thighs, lean calves, pretty feet... My cock was dying to spring to full erection.
"Oh, of course, Daddy, thank you! Sometimes I am so silly!" she laughed, putting the can on the top shelf, where I'm sure she knew it went anyway. She then closed the refrigerator door and half-turned to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard points sticking through her nightshirt. She was so captivating, so beautiful!
I decided to tell her so. I couldn't imagine how many times over the last year or so she had clearly been displaying herself and strutting in front of me, and how many times I had been completely oblivious.
"You're such a smart, beautiful girl! So pretty!" I told her. "And you're silly in a good way. Every time you do something silly like that, I just love you more. Promise me you'll always be a bit silly for me, ok?"
"Ok, Daddy, I will!" she beamed at me, rushing forward to take me in another big hug. I picked her up and twirled her around as she laughed. My god, we were so happy! I had missed this so much. I resolved to give my wonderful daughter whatever she wanted from now on. Seeing her happy like this made my heart absolutely overflow with joy.
I held her close to me as I spun around savouring the sensation of her incredible, young, lithe body pressed up so willingly against me.
She kissed me twice on the cheek as I put her down. "I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed, ok Daddy? Thanks so much for breakfast, it was so yummy!"
"Anytime darling!" I smiled back. "Thanks for helping me clean up!"
She leapt and bounded up the stairs, and I had to fight the urge to whip out my dick and start yanking on it right then and there. I wanted her so bad!! But now that I knew she wanted me too, I felt confident and relaxed about it. I would romance and charm the socks off of her. Totally the opposite to Trevor, I would make her feel like the heroine in a romance novel, make her feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.
I finished up cleaning the kitchen and browsed through the newspaper. Soon Marisa came bounding back downstairs. The sight of her took my breath away. "Hi, Daddy, do you like my outfit?" she asked.
She had my earrings in, and was wearing a pair of black super skinny jeans with a black half-shirt on her top. It had some sparkly logo from a clothing store on it, and it barely covered her bra. Her perfect flat tummy was completely revealed, and her low-rider jeans can't have been very far north of her pubic patch. My first instinct was shock, that no way in hell was any daughter of mine going out in public like that, but then I thought better of it.
"Darling, you look like an absolute knock-out," I told her as she turned about for me. "I am stunned. You could model that outfit, it would sell millions!"
"Oh, Daddy, you say the sweetest things!" she gushed as she came in to hug me again. "I love you so much! Ok, I'm going to go over to Julie and Jamie's! Say goodbye to Auntie for me, I'll be back for dinner!"
"Ok, sweetie, you have a good time!" I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed me back and got up to go. I swatted her lightly on her right ass cheek, and she shrieked and giggled. "Don't be late!" I added jokingly, as if I used the spank I gave her to emphasize my words.
"I promise, Daddy!" she laughed. "Just don't spank me!!"
I chuckled and watched her grab her purse and open the door. She shot me one more dazzling smile and waved as she left. I smiled in return, amazed and proud at how truly sexy she looked. Wow.
I briefly wished I had gotten a photograph of her looking like that before she left. That way I could look at it while I pounded my prong. Fuck, her jeans had to be a half-inch, maybe an inch above her pubic hair! Oh, that perfect, smooth belly, dipping with the curve of her hip bones... God, just maddening!! A huge part of me was still offended that she was going out like that. But a new-formed part of me was proud. And horny. She was absolute dynamite, and guys would be looking at her, and wanting her, and getting hardons... Just like I was now. But she wanted me. She would dodge all those dicks and come home to masturbate dreaming about me.
And oh, yes, she would have me. Not immediately maybe, but... soon. When it was right. When it was perfect. When I had given her the most wonderful, intoxicating, novelesque romantic atmosphere and build-up, I would take her cherry. The most beautiful, angelic, pure woman in the world, and I, her father, would be her first.
My erection was throbbing now.
Karen was naked in the shower. Perfect; less clothing for me to tear off of her. I stood up and removed my robe and kicked off my slippers. I skinned out of my pyjamas and ran naked up the stairs, my erection bobbing and slapping against my stomach with each stride. I needed to fuck, and I needed to fuck now.
"Hey, Sis!" I called out as I entered the bathroom. "Your big brother's got a hardon that could shatter a diamond! Got any ideas what to do with it?"
"Fuck, yeah," she answered, opening the door to the shower stall, "Come over here and stick that up your little sister's hot fuckin' cunt!" Water dripped from her long, dark hair, and her pussy was freshly shaved. She spread her legs and began tugging on her nipples as she leaned back into the corner of the stall.
"That's a big 10-4, Little Sister!" I grinned as I climbed into the stall underneath the hot spray. I gripped my shaft and place my glans at the lips of her vagina. Our eyes locked as I began to press into her. Our lips met in a deep kiss; my penis began slipping into her moist trench. She moaned into my mouth. I bent my legs to gain better access, and leaned further in to penetrate her. She was not entirely lubricated, so the entry was a bit rough, but I was mad with lust so I didn't pay any mind. Karen seemed ok with it too, so I thrust harder. She groaned and I slid in to the hilt. I held my dick there at full penetration for a few moments, savouring the sensation.
"Ohhh, fuck, Big Brother," Karen moaned. "Your dick is so fuckin' big. It's so fuckin' hard... I love your cock, Bro..."
"And I love your shaved, tight little pussy, Sis," I replied. "I'm going to fuck it into next week!"
I began kissing her mouth hard and I withdrew and thrust back into her. I did it again. Hard. I was as horny as a hound dog, and I fucked her hard and deep. The friction on my cock was intense, and Karen grunted every time I thrust into her. I was in overdrive, and I wanted more. I battered my way into her trench, pulling out and forcing back in, savagely fucking my little sister. I could tell by the way she was grunting that my thrusts were a bit painful, but I think I was in the mood for that. I took her lower lip into my mouth and bit it. She moaned in distress and lust. I fucked her harder, slamming into her snatch in the shower.
She gasped out, "Ouch! Ouch! Whoa, out!! Cool it for a sec, let me get some lube on that."
I allowed her to push me out and she quickly knelt before me in the stall. She swooped her mouth down on my cock, taking it all into her mouth and sucking hard. Releasing my rigid shaft, she stood up again, spat into her hand, rubbed it on her lower lips and looked into my eyes, saying, "Ok, Big Brother. Stick that back in there. Fuck me hard. Pound my pussy. Do it to me, Bro."
"Fuck, you don't have to ask twice, Little Sister!!" I responded, pressed the tip of my dick against her and sliding home. She gasped as I drove into her to the hilt, and began immediately and frantically ramming my prick deep into her snatch.
We were fucking like animals, grunting and grimacing, snarling and writhing, tossing our heads and bending our backs to grind into each other, attacking each other with feral lust. This was my little sister, and I was going to fuck her tight little twat as hard as I possibly could. I wanted to drive so deep into her that I pushed her cervix into the back of her throat. Dirty, incestuous bitch! Make me horny for my own daughter, will you? I thought. Now you're going to get your pussy beat up until you scream!!!
"God, yeah! Oh, god, fuck me, Bro!! Oh, fuck, you're so fucking hard! Uh! Uh! Fuck, god damn, you're fucking me so hard!! Oh, yeah!! Oh! Fuck, oh god, so fucking hard!! Fuck me, Big Brother!! Harder!!" She gasped and grunted as I mercilessly pummeled away at her vagina. I was in a frenzy and just kept pounding hard and deep into her. I slammed my hips forward, again and again. She was pinned in the corner of the shower stall, and could only gasp and writhe as I reamed her hot cunt thoroughly and aggressively.
I had her in a tough spot now, and I was liking being in control. I was fucking her just hard enough that it hurt a bit, as deep as I could, and she had nowhere to go. She moaned helplessly as her hips were forced solidly into the corner, all my weight ploughing deep into her. My cock was a raging force, spearing into her with all my might. I grabbed her hair with my right hand and forced her head back. I attacked her exposed throat with my lips and teeth, nipping, biting, sucking... She moaned with submissive desire...
"Slap me..." she whispered. "...Slap my face..." What a mood she was in! I was going nuts with pent-up rage and primal lust!
I slapped her left cheek with my right hand smartly. She cried out. I did it again a bit harder, leaving the red imprint of my fingers. Again she cried out, her mouth hanging open in helpless surrender...
"Out!!" I yelled at her, withdrawing my penis and pointing to the door of the stall. "Get on the fucking floor and put your ass in the air!!"
She did as I commanded and looked back at me, whimpering, "Please. Please, no, Big Brother. Don't rape me. I'm your sister. Please don't. It's wrong. It's incest. I love you, please, don't..."
I laughed cruelly, getting into the role-play. "Yeah, you think you could get away with it? Wearing short skirts and low-cut tops just to tease me? Think you can cock-tease your big brother and he can't do anything about it, huh? Well, now I'm going to fuck you and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me! That's right, I'm going to fuck the shit out of my own little sister!!"
She moaned a soft, submissive, "Nooooo..." as I bent over her and spread her ass cheeks. I found the entrance to her pussy with my helmet and drove into her. "No!" she cried out. "No, please, Big Brother, please don't rape me!!"
I just laughed and began pumping into her doggy-style from behind. She feigned some crying and flopped her arms around uselessly, offering me no resistance. I battered my way up into her cunt, pounding her hard as I bent over her. Sweat dripped from my forehead from my exertions and the steam that was gathering in the room.
I grunted gutturally as I fucked her, my lips curled back into a snarl and my hands with a firm hold on her hips, forcing her back against my every thrust. Karen just lay there, her right cheek against the floor, the left turned up towards me with the mark of my hand on it, her eyes shut and her mouth open and quivering. She whimpered and moaned quietly.
As I built up a faster rhythm, her little moans turned into gasps, and then cries of lust. "Oh. Oh. Oh," she panted as I beat her pussy to a pulp. "Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh god, keep going!! Oh, god, I'm gonna cum!!!"
I doubled my pace as my abs began to burn from the effort. I drove deep into her cunt, fast and hard as I could, railing her brutally, fucking her clenching pussy with all my strength!
"OHHH GOODD!!" she wailed. "OHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGGG!!!" I didn't slow up one iota as I slammed my way into her quivering cunt. She bucked and convulsed and she came incredibly hard, howling out and squirting girl-juice back at me every time I impaled her to the hilt. "AAAAHHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAHH!! AAAHHH!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! ENOUGH!!! FUCK!!! ENOUGH!!!"
I chuckled as I slowed up and finally withdrew my penis gently from her ravaged hole. She shuddered, gasping for breath as it slipped out. She collapsed to the floor, trembling in a heap as I rose to my feet, panting with exertion with my rigid pole pointing toward the ceiling and slick with her juices.
"Ohhhh, fuck, that was so intense..." she moaned as she lay there on the floor. She opened her eyes with a smirk. "You are soooo going to pay for that on Tuesday, you know that, right, Bro?"
I threw my head back and let out a raucous laugh. "I'm counting on it, Sis!" I said in a challenging voice. I just hoped I didn't learn to regret my words! "So what do we do about this little fella?!" I enquired, cradling my engorged penis in my right hand.
"Well, we can do a couple of things," Karen replied. "You can stick it in my mouth and I'll suck out all that yummy jism for myself, but that will have consequences."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Hold on, let's get to some other options. You can hold on to that load, like you probably should, and save it for your little girl. But I can see it's making you stupid, so I don't know if you'll be able to handle that..." she snickered. I just smiled in return. She was probably right, but stupid or not, I was happier and more excited than I think I'd ever been.
"Third option: You can jack off into her panties like a horny high school loser instead of getting some real nookie like you should be."
"Ha ha, very funny, Little Sister. That was a one-off I'm pretty sure. Or maybe not? Anyway, assuming we take option one, what kind of consequences are we talking?"
"Well, if you're not already terrified about Tuesday night, you should be," she said nonchalantly, "But trust me. If I get you off before then, you're going to be in for some EXTREMELY unpleasant events." The evil grin she added at this gave me pause.
"Well, option two would leave me blue balls from hell I would think... I haven't worked out any details for Marisa yet, but I'm not going to take any action until I'm SURE of the details... Option three is starting to look more appealing... High school loser, was it?" I grinned broadly at Karen."Are you fucking kidding me? Well, if you're going to do that, I get to watch. ...Pervert."
I laughed. "Well, I can always keep option three in my back pocket. Literally even. And I figure I'm not going to push option one, since I'm probably in deep enough on Tuesday. I'm going to go with option two. For now. I'm sure that'll please you," I smiled.
"Well, call me selfish, but I do want all that sperm so I can eat it. I'm sure the load is going to be big. But Marisa needs it more than I do, so I'll defer. There's always the possibility that you'll bungle bad enough that you won't be able to get her in the sack before Tuesday, then I get to eat it anyway. I want to cum lots before then though, you're not thinking of holding out on me, are you?"
"Oh, don't worry about that, Little Sister," I smirked at her. "I'm not going to incur your wrath even more than I already have."
"Wise choice, Big Brother," she remarked. "Can't believe you came up with that one while your dick is at attention. Kinda too bad, it looks sooo good..." She licked her lips.
"Not a chance, Sis," I chuckled. "My dick may be hard, but I'm thinking more clear than ever. I needed a fuck, and by god, I sure got that! I don't need a cum that bad. I can save it for a while. But speaking of thinking clearly, I've got a question."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Karen asked me.
"What the hell was that last night? Did you really suck Dad off? Or were you just egging her on?"
Karen burst out in laughter. "Oh, hell, I just made that up! I never sucked Dad off. Not that I necessarily wouldn't have I guess... You were just more my type. Lucky for you, huh?"
"Damn straight! And you hiding that monitor in Marisa's room? Not that I don't think that was kind of a master stroke, but... I think we should definitely remove it. It would definitely require some kind of explanation that I don't want to give. Why the hell do we have all that baby stuff anyway? Who needs it?"
"Just a girl I know. Don't worry, it will end up in hands that can use it. And yeah, let's not forget to get that monitor out. I'm pretty much done in the shower. Why don't you hop in and I'll dry off and get it?"
"You got it Sis! When I get out maybe I'll make you cum again. Would you like that?"
"Mmmm, sounds nice! I'll probably be ready for it again by then!"
I got in the shower and cleaned up. I got out about ten minutes later and shaved. My dick was still at half-mast the whole time. I was enjoying the sensation of being this horny, and I liked the idea that I would be building up a bigger load. Hopefully for my daughter to enjoy, one way or another. Damn I felt good! This was going to be a good day.
I slicked my hair back an exited our bathroom. My dick was swinging in front of me while I walked. My thoughts briefly went to Marisa's panties as I saw the door to her room, then laughed to myself. "Karen!" I called out. "Free orgasms in the Meat Department for family members for the next ten minutes only!!"
She laughed from our bedroom as replied, "Ok, that's a the best deal I've heard all day! Granted, it's still morning..."
She appeared, still naked, before me. My cock began surging to full erection.
I clutched her close and began kissing her neck and ear. Her head fell back and she laughed. I wasted no time kissing my way down her body, pausing at her nipples to suck and nip them lovingly. I licked my way down her belly, flicking my tongue quickly in and out of her navel, and knelt before her to plant longing, tender kisses on her pussy. God it was so delectable! My cock pulsed and quivered as I probed the lips of her vulva with my tongue.
"Come on, my gorgeous little sister," I serenaded her. "Lie down on the floor her and spread your legs for your big brother's tongue."
"Mmmm," she sighed, "How can a little sister refuse and offer from her big, strong, older brother? Yeah, lick me..." she said, lying down on her back.
I immediately started slurping and sucking on the puffy lips of her snatch, spreading her open with my fingers and licking up and down the tender, soft flesh of her clitoral mound. She cooed and sighed in pleasure underneath me. I thought of Marisa. I thought about that irresistible little pussy she had, covered just by the pale blue panties she wore, bent over in front of me at the fridge... And the low jeans that showed off her midriff so scandalously... And my demonic little sister was the one that opened my eyes to it all!! I loved her so much, I loved both of them so much, I vowed to eat her into next week!!!
She was gasping and groaning beneath my oral ministrations -- I sought out her most sensitive spots, ground my tongue against them, built up a rhythm, a slowly rising tempo pushing her closer to climax... then stopped. I gave her a brief break, then start to build again. Slow, deliberate, insistent, accelerating gently, rougher and more aggressive, faster and more intense, coaxing her closer and closer the edge... then off.
She moaned in disappointment. "Come on, Big Brother, don't tease me. Let me cum. Please! I'm so horny, I came so good last time, please, do it! Make me cum!"
I just laughed and started some gentle teasing licks to her outer labia. "Ten minutes isn't up yet, Little Sister..." I said huskily. She whimpered.
This time I really went for it. I worked my soft, feather light licks into smooth, long strokes of my tongue, probing further and further into the depths of her musky cleft. I increased my pressure and frequency, licking and circling my tongue all over the contours of her delicious inner labia. She moaned and breathed faster, her eyes closed against the rising pleasure.
I held her vagina open with my fingers and began eating my little sister's cunt in earnest. I dipped my tongue into her pink opening, darting in and out, tongue-fucking her in between wide, swooping licks all over her inner folds. She was moaning in lust, clenching her buttocks and rocking her hips. I was going to make her cum like an atom bomb this time.
I pinched her outer lips between my fingers and spread her wide open. My licks were fast an intense now, flicking against the underside of her clit, synchronizing with her rocking and breathing, increasing the pace, driving her closer, closer...
Her nipples were hard as pebbles, sticking up as she moaned. Her stomach started twitching... She was going to cum. Oh, yes, she was going to cum so fucking hard, I was going to make her.
"Ah!" she called out. "Ah! Ah! Yes! I'm close! So close! Keep going, keep going, keep going, oooooOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
She was bucking her hips hard now against my face. I was sucking hard on her mound, drawing it into my mouth. My tongue was a blur of motion on her hardened, stiff love button.
She screamed and threw her head back. In a blink, I removed my mouth and leapt on top of her. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and drove in to the hilt. Her eyes snapped wide open as she wailed like a banshee. I drove my rigid prick as fast as I could deep into her spasming cunt, placing my thumb on her clit and rubbing rapidly and firmly.
She cried out and sobbed out in absolute ecstasy, squirting juice out in spurts, spraying all over us. I focused and drove into her with all my might, forcing the waves of her orgasm higher and higher, driving her beyond insanity with pleasure.
She finally screamed in complete abandon, and gasped, "OUT!!! OUT!!! PLEASE!! TOO MUCH!!!" I laughed as I withdrew. She just lay there trembling uncontrollably. "Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, that was so fucking intense..." My cock bobbed lightly with my pulse, glistening with her secretions.
She gently covered her pussy with her hand and bucked a few more times. "Oh, shit. Mmm, that was brilliant, Big Brother. You might have earned the teensiest bit of an easier ride there on Tuesday," she laughed.
I just laughed along with her. "Kind of made our shower moot, huh? Maybe we should get back in...Karen had dinner all taken care of. It was stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes, with a blueberry pie for dessert. Karen was a good cook when she put her mind to it, and I guess with all the recent excitement she was feeling inspired and energetic too.
I was waiting to receive a text from Marisa letting us know that she was on her way. I wasn't nervous, but I was a bit anxious. I wanted to see her. I was eager. It was little differences like this that were the most profound -- I was missing my daughter like she was a new girlfriend, and I was concerned where she was and who she was with. Like I thought that maybe she would find someone new and forget about me.
My mind always drifted back to last night though. It still seemed like a dream! Every once in a while I would have to talk myself into accepting that it was in fact, true. It was reality. My daughter had had my dick in her mouth last night. Yes, she did. And then she had masturbated thinking of me. My heart sang and my cock twitched every time I came back to these glorious realizations. I still couldn't get over it.
I was planning and scheming scenarios where I might consummate our love. Father and daughter. Her first lover, her first lay. And it would be me. I thought about how and when I should try to pull it off, what I should do to lead up to it, where it should happen... Countless possibilities played out in my head. This was delightful apprehension. Coming up with constantly different, or better ideas, imagining how they might turn out. At times I was convinced that it was an absolute certainty that we would make love, and at other times I thought that I could let this opportunity slip away if I wasn't careful.
I felt so young, so caught up in this romance... I had never had an opportunity like this. With Debbie, my ex-wife, we met and fell for each other fast. We fell into bed and were a couple before I had any kind of opportunity to court or woo her. With Karen, my little sister, she just grabbed my cock and started sucking on it before I knew there were any kind of possibilities. This time I was going to do it right, make it something like out of the movies.
Continuing on that theme, I had gone to an exclusive boutique and bought her another little gift. I had second thoughts about it, but I brushed them off. My concern was that she was going to think that I was legitimately hitting on her, that there was no way she could misinterpret the gift as just being something a thoughtful father would buy for his daughter who was now a young woman. I resolved myself to the idea that I really didn't care -- I would woo her properly, and if all went as I was hoping it would, she would realize that I was hitting on her eventually. I thought I'd see how far I could push it, but if she clued in sooner than later, that might be for the best anyway.
My mind kept replaying her asking what I thought of her outfit; her prancing in front of me with her taut midriff fully exposed to my hungry eyes. And also her bending over in front of me, pretending to look for a spot in the fridge for the whipped cream -- little minx. She knew where it went. Oh, her nightshirt riding up the cheeks of her gorgeous little butt, the blue cotton of her panties covering her luscious pubis... If she only knew how crazy she was making me.
My thoughts drifted into utter ludicrous fantasy; I saw myself and my beautiful daughter at our wedding. All the guests were smiling as I drew back her veil, and the priest giving me permission to kiss my bride, my love, my daughter...
...I came to a startling realization. Karen had made me aware of all this. Without her, I would probably be clueless. And I loved Karen dearly. Although we were not married, and could never be, she'd been my partner, and my wife in all but title, really, for about 14 years now. Was I in love with Marisa? Where did that leave Karen? Especially if Marisa returned my love?
I had a flash of panic, of shame. How selfish was I being? Karen was encouraging me here, egging me on. She wanted me to have Marisa, for both our sakes. But what about her? Would I leave her out in the cold, have her place taken by my daughter?
My mind reeled with this awful, foreboding feeling. I had to address it!
"...Karen," I began, clearing my throat as she put the finishing touches on dinner.
"Yeah, babe?" she replied.
"I, uh, got something I need to talk about. About what's been happening. Something I hadn't thought about before."
"Ok, shoot," she said putting the peppers back in the oven to warm.
"Well, it's like this. We're brother and sister. I've known you all your life and pretty much all of mine. Even when we fought and pissed each other off growing up, I still loved you. And when I got back from college, well, I guess the rest is history. I loved Debbie, and a part of me still sorta does, but you've been my partner. Everything that I'd want a wife to be, and more."
"Awwww, isn't that sweet..." she crooned. "So, what, are you looking for a blowjob or something? I told you what would happen if I did that. Although I'd be glad right now as well as on Tuesday!" she added, licking her lips with a grin.
"C'mon, Sis, I'm being serious here. You've done everything I could have wanted and then some. And, although I'm totally turning circles here, I can't thank you enough for opening my eyes up about Marisa."
She just beamed a broad, sly smile at me.
"Well, here it is..." I stumbled my way through. "I'm a bit worried. I love you so much I can't even put it into words. But what if I fall in love with Marisa? What if I already have? Um, what does that do to you, to us? I mean, where does that leave us? You know what I mean?"
"Well, I do and I don't," she said, cleaning her hands off in the sink. "I'm not worried in the least. When Marisa was born, she was the love of your life. And I know you love me. Disgusting to think about stuff that gooey and icky, you know, lovey dovey kissy kissy junk..." she snickered. "And I love you too. Big Brother. And I love Marisa. So why should anything change? You love her, you love me. So you fuck both of us. I'm cool with it. And I'm sure she will be too. We get along good, and I've got a sense for her. No need to worry, Bro."
Hm. I'd never thought of it that way. But she was right. I had loved both of them, terribly, overwhelmingly, with all my heart. For as long as I'd know them. Maybe I was worried for no reason at all!
I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone began buzzing on the table. Karen just looked at it and me with a grin.
I picked my phone up and looked at it. It was a text from Marisa. "hi daddy, b home in 5. bus is just comin round the corner. love u! xoxo"
"Well, that's my little girl!" I breathed. "Thanks so much, Little Sister. I can't tell you how much I love you, and how grateful I am. You're really the clear headed one of us both."
"Oh, hell, don't make me puke," she giggled. "You're the one with two heads. Maybe you just need that lower one unclogged. Speaking of, how are those balls doing anyway?"
"Blue," I answered. "Solid, deep blue. But it's a good blue. My cock is twitching and my nuts are full to overflowing, but it's all for a good cause. I haven't held back a load or been teased like this for as long as I can remember. So it's a good change. Don't get me wrong though, I can't wait to blow this load. It's gonna be a dam-buster."
Karen just laughed. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I'm gonna teeeeeeeease you until your balls are singing the blues and big as grapefruits."
It was my turn to laugh. God I wanted to take her and fuck her right there in the kitchen!! But I was saving my load for my little girl. Or for Tuesday, whichever came first. I was pretty sure I could last, if it came to that... And I hadn't made up my mind what kind of a pace I wanted to keep with my daughter. I'd play it by ear, is the best plan I'd come up with. Don't rush, don't be a fool.
It's like that joke about the two bulls. An old one and a young one. So the young bull turns to the older bull and says, "Hey, Dad! I got a great idea! Let's run down the hill and fuck one of them cows!"
And the older bull just turns his head and says, "No, son, I've got a better idea. Let's WALK down the hill. And fuck 'em ALL."
I was gonna be that older bull.
I chuckled to myself when I thought of Trevor. He was the young bull for sure... I thought that Marisa was totally taken with him. But he didn't have any idea how to play it cool, plus it sounded like he had no idea how to touch a woman, to seduce her.
I had my awkward teenage moments years, nay, decades ago. I was a finely-tuned, woman-pleasing machine. God, Marisa was so young, so pure, so beautiful... So hot! I couldn't wait to get a chance to take her gently, hold her face, gaze into her eyes, kiss her deeply, run my lips sensually down her neck... I would tease and taste every bit of her. I would let her know what it was like to have your feelings alive and on fire, responding to touches and caresses in a way she didn't know possible.
Trevor would seem so much more the clumsy buffoon next to my measured, calculated, practiced romantic prowess. Plus I had known Marisa all her life. I knew how to make her laugh, how to make her smile. It was going to be such a wonderful joy to figure out how to make her cum.
My dick was growing hard again and my balls were lightly throbbing. Wow, I was horny. It was going to be tough to keep myself in check. No problem, though... A light and pleasant dinner. It would be quick. Then afterwards I would figure out the next step.
Marisa was home shortly, and the moment I saw her my half-hard dick leapt in my pants and began to surge to full erection. I fought to get myself back under control.
"Hi Daddy!" she beamed at me, putting her purse down on the table and removing her shoes. "Hi Auntie!" she called out to the kitchen.
"Well, hey there yourself!" called Karen back. I just grinned at my little girl. She returned my gaze and the most wonderful smile spread across her face. She started the hint of a blush and turned to enter the kitchen.
"Wow, it smells good in here!" she said with enthusiasm. "Mmm, stuffed peppers! And that smells like blueberry pie..."
"Good nose!" chuckled Karen. "I was in the mood to cook I guess. Well, it's done, it's hot, let's sit down and eat!"
"You don't have to ask me twice!" said Marisa. She bent down to give me a warm hug, then kissed my cheek. I returned her hug a smiled a proud smile. I knew what I wanted for dessert... It was pie, but not blueberry...
My cock was more of less at full erection now. Whoa! Down, boy! Geez, that kiss was powerful... My whole body was buzzing and tingling. I hadn't felt like this since forever.
Karen took the peppers out of the oven and started putting them on our plates with cooked carrots and mashed potatoes. Thank god she was serving; I wasn't looking forward to getting my own plate with a raging hardon bulging in my pants. I couldn't stop looking at Marisa. I had been blessed with such a beautiful, perfect daughter. I had always known that, but now I was seeing it in a new light I could never have imagined. Trevor was letting this slip away? Fool! My god, what a fool.
"So," I began, clearing my throat, "did you have fun at Julie and Jamie's? What did you guys do?"
She giggled. "Oh we had a ton of fun. Just doin' girl stuff, you know..."
"Girl stuff, huh? I guess that's top secret and dads never get to hear about it then, eh?"
"Yep, top secret." She winked. Then she sort of blushed again and changed the subject. "What did you guys do today?"
I figured I shouldn't mention a number of things that had occurred. "We hung around here, did some cleaning. Reorganized a few things. Boring adult stuff. Nothing top secret, bottom secret or middle secret there."
"I'm sure," she chuckled. "What are we going to do tonight? I really wanted to watch a movie with you guys!"
I was about to respond when Karen interjected. "Oh, I'm going over to Celia's place. Haven't seen her in a long time, really. So it's just you two tonight. Hope that's okay..."
Marisa's eyes widened for a split second, then she stammered for a second. "Th-that's great, Auntie! I mean, that's fine. Ah, I don't mind if it's just me and Daddy." Her eyes quickly darted to mine and then back to Karen. "You need to have a life too!" She laughed a little. "But I'll miss those drinks you make! Can you show me how to mix them?"
"Nothing to it!" Karen chuckled. "An ounce of vodka, an ounce of Grand Marnier, dash of lime juice, and fill the rest with O.J. Couple ice cubes. That's it! Well, I guess my secret is out..."
"Do you think you could write that down for me?" Marisa asked.
"Well, I guess..." Karen said, brining the plates to the table. "I figure if you get to the point where you can't remember something that simple, you're cut off anyway... I guess the litmus test is gonna have to be if you're too pie-eyed to read it, huh? Be careful, though, light-weight. You're still new to this whole drinking thing."
"Oh, I'm careful, Auntie!" she grinned. Her eyes glanced directly at me, full of fire, then quickly darted away. She seemed to be having some kind of internal monologue, then came to herself again. She picked up her fork and started attacking the plate that Karen had placed before her. I followed suit. "Wow, Auntie, this is delicious!" she said. I just chuckled in agreement.
We ate quickly. Dinner was wonderful, and Marisa and I seemed to be glad of the distraction of eating. We both kept looking at each other like we had something to say, then just smiled or chuckled. Marisa blushed a few times; a wonderful, warm glow that inflamed my heart and hardened my dick. I wanted her so bad...
I couldn't wait for dessert to start, and then to be over. I was dying with anxiety. Just me and Marisa together, alone, for a whole evening! Oh lord, I was going crazy!!
I helped Karen clean the kitchen after dinner, and Marisa went upstairs to change. "Ok, Bro, the ball's in your court!" Karen whispered to me, leaning in close. "You've got a clear field, and I won't be home before one-thirty. I promise! Good luck, Babe!" She then kissed me on the cheek, and I turned and met her on the lips. We mashed our mouths together torridly, fiercely. My cock was like a rod of steel. I wanted to grind it into her, strip her naked and fuck her like an animal on the kitchen floor. I restrained myself though, barely. She just glanced down at the bulge in my pants and grinned.
"Go get her, Bro!" she whispered again, gave my penis a squeeze, then laughed and went to the hall closet to get her coat. "Good-bye, Marisa!" she called out loudly. "Don't wait up for me! And take good care of your dad, you hear?"
"Don't worry, Auntie, I will!" she called back from upstairs. "Have fun with Celia!!"
Karen smiled, blew me a kiss and put her shoes on. She then looked side to side with a coy smile, lifted her shirt and flashed me her left tit, then turned and exited. I was left with the most urgently throbbing hard-on of my life. My pulse was racing. Holy Shit! I was about to go out of my mind.
Drinks! I could sure use one... I figured I'd make a couple of drinks for myself and my lovely daughter, then head down to the rec room. It would be far easier to conceal my arousal from a seated position...
A had a couple of drinks poured and on the coffee table in the living room and was setting up the system for movies when Marisa entered. My breath was taken away.
She was wearing a tight, pale yellow T-shirt that had "Daddy's Girl" emblazoned on the chest in sparkly cursive letters. She was also wearing a pair of white hot pants that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Oh, my lord, was she looking like a fox. A pair of white ankle socks adorned her feet, and she was wearing makeup. She didn't do that much at all, but now she had on dark pink lipstick and mascara. It wasn't thickly applied, but it accentuated her sharp beauty quite effectively. I was speechless. My cock was already rigid and curious, and the sight made it start pounding furiously in my pants. Fuck, I had never had hardons like this, I swear!
She was also still wearing the earrings I'd bought her.
"I bought this outfit today. Do you like it, Daddy?" she asked me with a shy smile. I was incredulous -- this was my own daughter, but she looked like a blend of a cutesy schoolgirl tease and a hooker. I guess that's what all the young girls wear these days, but wow!
"I love it, Sweetie!" I breathed.
She beamed a huge smile from ear to ear. She was blushing a bit I think! I was sure it wasn't makeup. "Thank you, Daddy! I wasn't sure about it, but Julie and Jamie said it was perfect. I was gonna save it until we were out together, but, you know... here we are!"
"You make me feel like I'm underdressed! Or overdressed, or something!" I laughed. "Well, I poured us a couple of drinks. I hope I got the recipe right. Your auntie didn't write it down. So, a movie? What do you want to watch?"
"Oh, well, um, if it's just you and me, you know, um, I like... A Room With A View. It's, um, my favourite. Can we watch it, Daddy? Please?"
"Well, of course, Darling! Your choice tonight! That one's a bit girly, though, isn't it?" I said with a wink.
She smirked, lifting her drink to her lips and sipping. "Well, yeah... It's sort of a chick flick... But it's soooo good. You'll really like it, I'm sure. Can we? You don't mind? Mmmm, that's perfect, maybe you'll have to give Auntie this recipe!"
"I don't mind at all. I just love seeing you smile again. And I'm glad you like the drink. You can have anything you want tonight, ok, honey?" I added with a cockeyed grin. My cock was like thunder in my pants. I was impressed with myself that I could speak, and keep myself from leaping on her and ravishing her. Slow and steady.... Karen said it, this was going to be easy.
I began setting up the movie while Marisa sat on the couch close to me. Not super close, but definitely closer to my side than anywhere else. I had the film up and running in about a minute, and turned at the sound of ice cubes clinking. Marisa was draining the last of the drink already.
"Whoa, slow down there, Tiger!" I chuckled. "We've got the whole evening ahead of us!"
"Can I have another one, Daddy?" she asked with a grin.
"Of course, Sweetie!" I replied. "Anything at all for the prettiest girl in the world tonight!"
"You know something, Daddy?" I heard Marisa say as I began making her another drink in the kitchen. Better pour this one a little light, I thought.
"What's that, darling?"
"I... Sometimes... Oh, never mind!" she stammered, then launched into a series of giggles.
"No, what, Sweetheart? What's on your mind?"
"Well, sometimes..." she trailed off as I put the ice cubes into her drink. "Sometimes I think maybe you're the handsomest man in the world," she grinned. She was blushing a deep crimson, and had to close her eyes as she was overcome with a fit of giggles.
"Oh, what a sweet thing to say!" I enthused. "You're a doll." My dick was straining at my pants again, and I was beginning to lose any desire to conceal it.
I sat down beside her and handed her her drink. We shared a smile and I set to going through our video library to select the movie she wanted. I just hoped it wasn't too sappy... Well, in any case I was willing to watch with an open mind. Hell, she suggested a romantic movie to watch alone with her dad! While she was dressed sexy and all made up. Ok, 'A Room With A View' for the win.
The movie started and we settled in, sipped our drinks, and ate some popcorn. Well, I sipped my drink. It seemed like a good thing I poured that one a little weak; Marisa was finished it in under ten minutes.
"So I get anything at all I want tonight, Daddy?" she inquired with a smile. I was sure I could see fire behind her eyes. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, and I was sure it wasn't just from the booze. Ohhhh, yes Darling, anything tonight, anything at all...""I said it and I meant it," I grinned back.
She held her glass up. "One more, ok, please, Daddy? I just really want to get in the mood... for the movie." She giggled.
My god, she was so adorable! I just wanted to take her and kiss her right there. My cock was trying to bore a way through my pants to free itself. Mmmmh! Fuck, I was horny.
"Ok, last one, Sweetheart!" I smiled. "Let the movie run, I can still sort of see from the kitchen, and I can hear fine. I'll be quick!"
"Hurry back, Daddy!"
I went back into the kitchen and started making her drink in a hurry. I quickly dove my right hand into my pants and gave my penis a few quick yanks. Damn, it felt good! I was so horny I was going out of my mind. And my delicious daughter was in the next room... This was so perfect.
I downed the rest of my drink in two gulps and made us another round. I kept Marisa's on the light side again. She was still a rookie drinker, and she was downing them quick. Last thing I wanted was for her to get sick.
I reentered the family room and Marisa was seated with her knees up and open, her right hand entwined in her hair, and a huge, warm smile. She looked so at ease and contented. I smiled back brightly and handed her her drink. My god, her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt! Everything that was occurring was driving me wilder and wilder.
"Go slow on this one, ok?"
"Ok, Daddy. Now, watch, it's getting to a good part here."
"Ok."
The movie played while we settled in and watched. My eyes kept being drawn to Marisa's chest. Oh my god, her nipples were erect and protruding like beacons of lust... I was fairly ogling her with hunger now. How many times had her nipples become erected before around me and I had just failed to notice? I resolved to keep my eyes wide open from now on. This was delicious.
My pure, beautiful daughter seemed totally enthralled with the movie, allowing me free reign to run my gaze all over her dynamite body and celestial features. She was silently mouthing some of the girl's lines. How many times had she seen this movie? Adjusting my posture, I quickly reached down and gave my erection a squeeze. Damn, I was hornier than hell. I reached over to Marisa's hand, and gently took it. She sort of turned towards me with a start, then beamed an incredible, warm smile to me. I drew her in close to me in a cuddle. She sighed and snuggled in next to me. With her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist, we sat together and watched the movie for some time.
She reached for her drink and sipped. Then with a grin, she turned and raised her glass towards mine. I returned her smile and our glasses met with a clink. We both sipped again, then replaced our glasses on the coffee table. Facing her, I gently turned her jaw so our eyes met. God, I could see the fire in hers, I swore. I was sure she could see mine. With smooth, deliberate confidence, I drew her in and gently kissed her lips. A chaste, gentle peck. Yet it was electric. My already throbbing cock surged with need, and it took everything I had to not begin French kissing and necking her, running my hands all over her irresistible, tight little body.
She trembled slightly at my touch, smiled back into my eyes with the purest love I could ever imagine. Then she clutched at me tight. I held her close, feeling protective, proud, excited, and utterly overcome with lust. I kept in mind that she was 18, and a virgin. I would make this slow, gentle, romantic, and incredible for her. No rush.
She made a happy little squeak as she hugged me. I almost came in my pants at that. She was so adorable.
I gently caressed her arm and shoulder, holding her right hand in mine as we sat. The movie continued and we watched in blissful silence. My heart felt as though it would burst in my chest with joy. I was sure that Marisa felt the same. We sipped our drinks. Perhaps it was time to make a bolder move, I thought.
Before I had a chance to consider what was the best course of action, Marisa sat up and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "I have to pee, ok Daddy?" she said. "Pause the movie for me please?"
"You got it, Gorgeous," I smiled. She skipped off with a giggle and I immediately stuffed my hand down my pants and began squeezing and stroking my cock. My helmet was leaking precum like mad, strings of it clung to my dick and stuck to my underwear. Damn, my balls were throbbing. I wanted to blow my load so bad. It was an exciting sensation; it reinforced the feeling like I was a horny teenager on a date, maybe about to score my first piece of tail. I jerked my shaft rapidly like a horndog, bringing myself right to the edge of ejaculation. It was so deliciously uncomfortable; my balls were absolutely dying to empty themselves of the backlog of sperm they held. I was determined, though. This load was for my daughter alone. Or maybe for my sister on Tuesday? Shit, I had no idea what shape my balls would be in if I had to last that long... I heard the toilet flush, and the sound of Marisa bounding back into the rec room. I somewhat reluctantly withdrew my hand from my pants, quickly wiped the precum off on a blanket, and met my beautiful girl with a smile. "Welcome back, Sweetie," I greeted her.
"Let 'er rip, Daddy-O," she chuckled and leapt into my lap. I gasped in surprise and delight. "Hand me my drink, sailor?" she said in a southern drawl.
"Sure thing, Babe," I replied, retrieving her drink from the table and placing it in her grasp. She grinned and took a big swig. I sipped from mine, going half crazy from her left thigh pressing against my erection. She had to be able to feel it. There was no way that could escape her attention.
I let the movie play a bit as we sat on the couch, my sexy minx of a daughter seated on my lap. We sipped our drinks and I began gently nuzzling the back of her hair and neck with my nose and lips. Very gently. She sighed with pleasure and cuddled in closer. My hands were shaking. I wanted her so bad.
I leaned back on the couch and brought my knees up, rocking Marisa back further on top of me, my arms around her and her left buttock resting squarely on my hardon. I cuddled her and placed a series of light kisses on the back of her neck. She shuddered and let out a tiny moan.
Her eyes were clearly not focused on the movie anymore. I noted that she had finished her drink and place her empty glass on the corner of the couch. I would have to make sure to move that if anything further should... develop. Which I was determined to have happen.
Gently I took her head in my hand and turned her to face me. Her eyes were half-closed in sultry fashion, her lips slightly parted... Her cheeks flushed. Oh my god, I had never seen a woman look sexier or more enticing! I tenderly leaned forward and kissed her lips.
Our mouths met in a slow, ecstatic dance. My whole body swept with fire as our lips and then our tongues carefully, tentatively became one. My wonderful daughter, the light of my life... And I was kissing her tenderly, sensuously, passionately. This was definitely over the line. Any pretense of innocent, platonic, fatherly love was dispelling. This was sexual. Lust. Passion. A kiss had never moved me so in my whole life. This was complete ecstasy.
I backed off a little, inviting her to lean in, to pursue. To show her willingness. To amplify the intensity.
She did.
With a moan, she twisted her hips so she was straddling me and began pressing her lips hungrily and insistently against mine. As difficult as it was, I kept the kissing light and tender. I wanted this to be romantic, not some porn flick tonsil wrestling. Her mound pressed down against the bulge of my erection. The contact was beyond delicious. I couldn't take this all in. It was too much.
We rocked and ground together, Marisa rotating her hips in ever more aggressive and lusty circles. She was clearly turned on, and there could be no question in her mind about the taboo passion we were building and sharing. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I repositioned my hips and slid my torso up further on the couch. She was now more or less riding me cowgirl. With my hips tilted forward and thrust up, her pussy was resting directly on the pulsating shaft of my rod. Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her breathing was shallow and rapid. My mind was crystallizing each heavenly image of her, memories that I would recall all my life. Surely this was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
We connected like this for some time while I contemplated what to do next. Eighteen and a virgin, I kept saying to myself. Eighteen and a virgin. Go slow. Warm her up to everything. Make sure she wants more before you do anything.
Marisa was totally lost in the moment, I was spellbound watching her reactions to what had to be overwhelming sensations. Her pussy was hot. I could feel it through the fabric that kept our genitalia separated. I placed my hands gently on her hips. She gasped and shivered. Her eyes remained closed. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began sliding my hands up her torso. The skin on her taut belly was smooth, glowing and creamy. Just the texture of her young flesh beneath my fingertips was glorious. I could not get enough of my daughter's beauty and perfection.
More boldly, I began caressing her belly. Stroking her skin up and down, inching underneath her T-shirt and slithering up her ribs toward her breasts. I was having to concentrate to keep from ejaculating now. I was aware that my own breathing was becoming laboured. We were both on fire. Oh, lord, I had to have her.
Marisa's head was lolling around as she surrendered totally to sensation. My hands roamed further and further up her body. "Mmmmm..." she groaned with a smile, biting her lower lip. I traced the underside of her bra with my fingertips.
Her eyes opened and she looked into mine. Her gaze was a little unfocused. "So, you said I get anything I want tonight, right, Daddy?" She giggled.
"That's right, Baby. Anything you want."
"Ok. I've got to pee really bad. But I'll be right back." She rose, swung her leg over and stood, nearly falling backwards. She steadied herself, her balance clearly off. Wow, my little girl sure was a lightweight! Well, she was definitely cut off.
"When I get back, there's something extra special I want. And I think you're gonna like it." I just grinned back. She was certainly feeling the effects of the drinks and also feeling very, very sexy. I just went with it, not wanting to spoil the mood.
"So you just sit tight," she said huskily, "Relax..." she ran her fingers down her cheek and throat sensuously, then wagged her finger at me with a lewd grin. "And don't... you... move... a... muscle." She then quickly glanced down at my midsection, then back to my eyes.
She scampered down the hall to the bathroom while I stretched. I felt better than fantastic. My balls were throbbing, but it was a good hurt. My cock could've supported a battleship, it was so engorged and rigid. I resisted the urge to begin stroking it, knowing that any interplay between my daughter and myself, however it ended up, would be infinitely more interesting and erotic.
I reflected on the events of the past few days. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. From a brief discussion of how Marisa was feeling blue over Trevor, to coaxing me to seduce her, to getting a blowjob from her while I feigned sleep, and now this? Between Karen and Marisa, I was the luckiest guy in the universe.
Since Marisa seemed to be taking a bit, I sat back and watched the movie. How young was she when she first watched it? I chuckled to myself. I was about to take my own daughter's cherry and I was still concerned about what movies she was watching and what songs she was listening to. My mind drifted to a fantasy of Marisa having removed all of her clothing and returning to the rec room stark naked. Could she be that bold? I was dying to see her body bereft of any clothing. What was she doing in there? Was she teasing herself? Masturbating? Mmmmm. Now there was a delicious thought. I remembered the sounds of her bringing herself off through the baby monitor. Calling my name as she came... Oh, delicious memories...
She certainly was taking her time. Was she getting cold feet? Shit, was she scared or freaking out a bit? Oh, fuck... I hadn't heard the toilet flush or anything yet... I got to my feet and started down the hall. "Marisa?" I called out softly. No response.
I arrived at the bathroom door. The light was on inside, but I couldn't hear anything. I knocked lightly on the door a couple of times. "Marisa?" I repeated. Nothing. Hoo boy. Not good. I knocked a little louder and tried the knob. "Marisa!" I called through the door, my voice slightly raised. Still nothing. The door was locked. Shit! Was... was she that drunk? Did she pass out or something?
I quickly went into the hall and grabbed a coat hanger. Untwisting it, I inserted one end into the door lock. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had to do that. Springing the lock, I knocked again, more loudly. "Marisa!" I barked. "Are you ok? I'm coming in!!" I knocked hard three times more, then took a breath, turned the knob, and opened the door.
Marisa was seated on the toilet, her pants and panties around her ankles, slumped forward with her head in her hands. "Marisa," I said firmly. What the hell? She was passed out! After only three drinks, and a couple a little on the weak side? Did she sneak a couple when I wasn't looking or something? Her mannerisms certainly seemed a bit on the intoxicated side just before her bathroom break, I had to admit.
Sigh. Well, a father's got to take care of his little girl, right?
"Ok, Mars Bar, let's get you up and into bed, huh?" I gently shook her shoulder. She just grunted. Well, at least she was sort of conscious.
"Marisa! C'mon, baby girl, get up. We've gotta get you into bed!" Gently I shook her shoulder again, trying to get a better response out of her. She just grumbled and feebly sort of swatted my hand away. Christ. Was I going to have to pick her up?
"Marisa!" I barked. "C'mon! Let's go!"
She mumbled something totally unintelligible. Super sigh. I leaned down and prepared to clutch her around the waist and at least get her off the toilet. Maybe she would be able to walk if I got her vertical.
"Leemee 'lone!" she garbled. Sheesh. I put more effort into pulling her toward me so I could pick her up. "Cha hans offa me, Trev'r," she slurred menacingly. "B'long to my Daddy. Leemee 'lone."
Oh, my baby girl. My heart melted, as distressed and disappointed as I was with the current situation. Well, she was definitely loaded. The evening was over before it really had a chance to start. Time to get her into bed.
She struggled ineffectually as I lifted her more or less upright. Her shorts and panties were still around her ankles. Should I help her pull them up? Or would she even be able to walk? Fireman's carry was probably the best option. I chuckled a bit to myself with the ridiculousness of the situation. Carrying her to bed, bare-assed with her bottoms around her ankles. Oh well.
I repositioned myself to bear her full weight. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse between her legs. She had a full bush. Thick. Dark. Didn't look like there was much barbering going on. I tried to make out her lips through the thatch of her pubic hair... Shit, come on man, get her to bed. Maybe you're gonna fuck that pussy, but not tonight. All right, come on, baby girl, here we go...
I leaned her forward as I bent down, took her weight over my shoulder and stood up. She mumbled something again, but I had no idea what it was. Carefully, I turned and took a couple of steps, bringing myself out into the hallway with my daughter slung over my shoulder.
I began the trek back to her room when I heard something rustle. Something caught my eye as it fell to the ground. Clear plastic? A Ziploc baggie? ...What?
I bent my knees to retrieve it. Picking it up I found that it was, indeed, a Ziploc. It must have fallen out of Marisa's pocket. And inside it was...
Oh my god.
Shit. Shit! Shit!!! SHIT!!!
The blood froze in my veins. Inside the baggie were two small blue tablets, and half of one that was split. Oh my god, oh my god...
I put Marisa down on the carpet in the hallway.
"Marisa!" I shouted at her. I shook her shoulders roughly. "Marisa!!" I slapped her cheek lightly but smartly. She just moaned quietly. I was panicking.
Should I call 911? Shit! Wait, Celia! Celia was a nurse. Karen was with her. That was it, call Karen, talk to Celia. Marisa was still conscious, if even barely...
I bolted to the rec room and grabbed my cell phone. Frantically, I hit my contacts, selected my sister, and pressed dial. "Marisa!! Stay with me!! Don't pass out!! Stay with me here!!"
"Come on, come on, come on, pick up," I whispered hoarsely into the phone. I glanced back over to my daughter who lay back to the wall with her pants still down. Well, her dignity would have to wait a moment. I clutched the baggie of drugs angrily. Come on, pick up!!
"Uh, hello, handsome," my sister's voice began.
"Hold on," I cut her off. "Something's happened here, bad. I think Marisa took some drugs. She might be overdosing. Can you get Celia on the phone, now?"
"Shit... Shit, you're serious. Celia! Celia!! Take the damn phone! Now! I'll explain later."
"Hello," Celia's voice said over the phone.
"Celia. Hi. Sorry, Marisa's barely conscious. I think she took some drugs. There was a baggie. I'm not sure, I think it was in her pocket. No, no idea. Yes. They're blue. Small. What? ... Yes, we had a couple of drinks. I thought she might have had more when I wasn't looking. No, I don't know that. Two. About two ounces. No, she's still conscious. I'll check."
I dashed over to my daughter and shook her. She mumbled. I opened one of her eyes and looked at her pupil. I opened her mouth, observed her lips and tongue.
"Nope, she's still responsive. Pupils are ok, no discoloration. She's breathing normally, I think. Ok. Ok, I'll just sit tight. Ok, bye."
My heart was racing and my mind was wracked with guilt. Was this my fault? Oh, god, please let her be ok!!
I decided it would be prudent to pull her panties and shorts back up. I did so as quickly as I could, checking Marisa the whole time to make sure she was still breathing. I put my fingers on her neck to feel her pulse. Well, there still was one. That was a good thing. But that was about the extent of my medical knowledge.
Come on, Celia! You've only four houses down the block! What's keeping you? This is a damned emergency! Shit, maybe I should just call 911 just to be sure...
I heard the front door open and Karen and Celia burst in. There was a flurry of activity and cries of distress and concern. I did my best to answer Celia's questions as she put on a stethoscope and readied a flashlight.
She quickly checked her pulse, examined her pupils and opened her mouth, the same as I had. Hopefully she could figure out if anything was wrong...
"You have the baggie? Let me see it," Celia said to me.
I immediately handed it to her.
She examined it briefly, shook the baggie, turned it over and upside down. "This was all that was in there?" she asked me.
"Uh, yeah, I'll check her pockets, though. I think it fell out of her pants." I began rifling her pockets. They were empty.
Celia continued her examination. "That's Diazepam," she remarked. "Valium. I don't think it's serious. She seems to be responding normally to most stimuli. Any idea where she got it from?"
"Valium?" I said incredulously. "No, no idea. I dunno, she was just with Julie and Jamie, do you think...?"
"Well, they're pretty good kids for the most part," said Karen. "I'm not sure though. She was just at Trevor's, too...""Fuck, if it was that little bastard I'll kill him..." I growled.
"I doubt it was," my sister said. "She's really not been digging him lately, I don't think she would just start taking something he gave her. Anyway, it doesn't matter right now. Is she going to be ok, Celia?"
"I think so. Hard to say immediately. Her vital signs are all good. She's not in need of an ambulance at this point, anyway. Let's get her to bed, I want to keep an eye on her for the next hour or so."
"Ok, I'll carry her," I said. "Dammit. Dammit. Ok, at least it's not serious, right? She's going to be ok?"
"I told you, I think so. Relax for now. If anything bad is going to happen, it's going to be in the next little bit. And if so, she'll be in the hospital long before anything life threatening happens, ok? Let's get her to bed. I'll monitor her condition."
"Ok."
I picked Marisa up in my arms. She mumbled something unintelligible again as I gathered her up. I guess I wanted to carry her in more dignified fashion -- I didn't know if it was because I had an audience now, or if I was just more concerned since I knew she wasn't just drunk. In retrospect it totally didn't make sense that she got that drunk that quick. Unless she'd been dipping alcohol from somewhere when I wasn't looking, but that didn't seem like her at all. Although, taking drugs didn't either.
I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Karen and Celia helped me lay her down on the bed. We removed her shirt, shorts and socks, leaving her to sleep in her underwear. Tucking her in, Celia checked a few things to make sure everything was ok. "We can take a break here, I think. I'll check her in five minutes. As long as we monitor her for about an hour she'll be fine. I'm sure she's fine now, but, you know, can't be too careful..."
"Ok, thanks, Celia," I said gratefully. "You don't know how much this means to me."
As I got up off the bed to let Marisa alone for a bit, she stirred and moaned. "Don' leave me Daddy..." she mumbled. I looked at Celia, then at Karen. "Wanna stay... Stay... Daddy don' go... Love you..."
"I think she's a bit delirious," Celia said. "I doubt she actually knows we're here. You can stay if you want, though, it won't do her any harm. We'll check back in five minutes?"
"Yeah, ok, I'll stay with her," I said. "I think I'd feel better that way anyway, you know?"
"Ok, then, we'll be in the rec room," said Karen.
Celia turned to go. "Let us know if anything changes, ok? We'll be back in five."
"Suck your cock, Daddy," Marisa mumbled, rolling over. "Suck your... after... lake..."
My blood turned to ice as I regarded Celia.
She just laughed. "I've heard worse. You should hear some of the things people say when sedated or coming off of anesthetics. It's ok, we'll be right downstairs."
Jesus. I tried to relax after the moment of terror I had just experienced. This evening did not go as planned at all. My balls were throbbing quite painfully now. I was certainly in no mood to do anything about that though. I kissed my beautiful daughter once on the forehead.
"Just be all right, ok, Mars Bar?" I whispered to her. "Just be all right. I love you. I'll always take care of you..."