I have always been a light sleeper. The smallest noise usually waking me up immediately. So it was on a particular evening just a short hour or so after having crawled into bed. My wife Janet on the other hand was a sound sleeper. She had once slept right through a mild earthquake that had awoken me the moment it even began.
I had heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs. I knew Trish, our daughter had arrived home from her "date" at the graduation dance they had had at school. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand, it was just then a quarter of two in the morning. No big deal really, that was expected. And with Trish basically an adult now anyway, my wife and I generally had no more "rules" for Trish other than to help out around the house until she'd made some decision about what she wanted to do with herself after graduation.
What I wasn't expecting was the sound of someone else's voice speaking, even though they were whispering, as was my daughter. And though I couldn't exactly make out what was being said, I knew two things. One, the other voice was definitely female too, which was a bit of a surprise. And two, they were both giggling about something. Why she would bring another female friend home with her at this time of the night was unusual, unless of course her friend was too intoxicated to make it home by herself. Perhaps she'd end up in some kind of trouble because of it. It wouldn't be beyond the norm for Trish to offer up a place for someone to spend the night. And certainly not anything that either my wife or I would have been opposed to either. In a way I was almost relieved, at least it wasn't some guy she was actually trying to sneak into the house.
When I heard more giggling, and a concerned "Shhh" being given by my daughter, my curiosity got the best of me. What I didn't need, and what I knew my wife would come unglued over, was to wake up and find Trish's friend had gotten sick all over the carpet or something. If she was drunk, or if they both were in fact, then I at least felt like I needed to play responsible parent and ensure everything was ok downstairs. Slipping into my robe, though I wore nothing beneath it, I quietly slipped out into the hallway closing the door behind me. And though again it would take an atom bomb going off to wake Janet, I didn't feel like running the risk and having a late night confrontation over it with our daughter either.
I quietly made my way down the stairs, though I already knew through their own attempt at being quiet, they had likewise made their way down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom. As I reached the bottom landing, I heard the faint click of my daughter's bedroom door as she closed it, and then locked it.
Now that was unusual. We had always, always respected Trish's privacy while growing up. Never just barging into her room without knocking first, and without being invited to enter. And because of that, she had never once locked her bedroom door, at least not to the point that I was aware of anyway. So locking it now, at this time of night seemed a little out of character, even for her. Once again padding down the hallway quietly in my bare feet, I approached her door, intending to listen only for a moment and ensure myself that all was well inside my daughter's bedroom. What I then heard however surprised me. Still speaking softly and in low tones, it was still enough to hear what was being said especially as quiet as it was inside the rest of the house.
"God you've got nice tits, I wish mine were as big and full as yours are," the other young woman spoke. Suddenly I had this "daddy shouldn't even be thinking this," vision bouncing around inside my head of my daughters full bare breasts sitting there.
Yeah, my daughter and my wife both had fairly large breasts, ran in the family I suppose, which included her cousins. And though it was at times hard not to notice them, I did my level best to chase those sort of thoughts away the moment I realized I was even entertaining any. Which I actually stood there trying to do, my thoughts then that they were simply getting undressed in preparation for going to sleep. What young girl hasn't commented on seeing a girlfriend's body, and perhaps commenting on something like that just as she'd done? It wasn't something guys would certainly do ... not usually anyway, but girls? Sure ... why not? Perfectly normal. I half turned preparing to retrace my steps and slip back quietly up to the bedroom.
"Fuck you make me horny Trish! I so love playing with your boobs!"
"And I like playing with yours too," My daughter spoke in a lust-filled voice, unlike anything I had ever heard from her before. "Come here ... so I can suck on them!"
I froze in my tracks turning back towards the door.
"I love playing with your clit too, your pussy's so wet and juicy!"
"So's yours," my daughter responded, once again with that lilt to her tone of voice, telling me how aroused she was.
I hate to admit it, but it was like being at the scene of a horrible accident. You didn't want to look, but you couldn't tear your eyes away either. It was like that, only in this instance, I couldn't stop listening. And worse, I now realized I had an erection! I was getting horny myself just standing there listening in on my own sweet young daughter and her girlfriend, obviously touching one another.
Now ... I had myself gone through a brief period when I was younger. That curious thing about finding out about jerking off, which was taught to me by another friend after he learned about it. But I had been a hell of a lot younger then. This wasn't some simple growing up curiosity thing that the two of them were sharing here. For one thing, they were after all adults, and for another, they had obviously done this before too.
Once again there was another pleasured sigh by the two of them, in addition to another fit of giggles.
"So ... you still haven't lost it to a boy yet?"
"Not yet ... I'm saving it for someone special, though I'm starting to wonder if that'll ever happen really. Probably not. Maybe I should let Andy have my cherry, he's been after it long enough, and he is fairly sweet in his own way, even though he does have a pretty small cock!"
I was learning more and more about my own daughter than I'd ever meant too. Once again almost relieved to know she was actually still a virgin, yet on the other hand, hearing that she was now seriously considering giving it up to some pimply-faced kid with a small dick. Another vision I had to chase away with fire inside my head.
"What about you?" Tracy asked moaning pleasurably. "Ever had a cock up inside here yet?"
"Not yet ... though I guess I'm technically not a virgin any more either. My sister had told me a while back that it would be best to get it over with by my own hand, rather than let some dumb-assed guy attempt to do it. So she helped me."
"No shit? Really? Sharon did?"
"Oh yeah ... she had a nice slim vibrator she used to masturbate with every day, and probably still does come to think of it. But yeah ... we used that to finally take my cherry with. So now I use all sorts of things whenever I play with myself, not just her vibrator, though I now have one of my own too. But no ... in answer to your question, still haven't had a guys dick inside there, and now knowing what I do ... not sure I even want to!"
Having heard the name Sharon, I now had a vague idea of who the other girl was, not too surprisingly either. She'd been over to the house a number of times, though so had a few other girls. But as far as I knew, Chris was the only girl who had an older sister by that name.
Though certainly not related in any way shape or form, Chris and Trish could have passed for sisters, and very often did. They were roughly the same size and shape, though Trish indeed had slightly larger boobs from what I'd seen. Beyond that, they both wore their dark brown hair long, and in nearly the same style, even the color of their light brown eyes was almost identical. And they even looked a little bit alike, enough at least anyway to pass as sisters whenever they went out together.
"Especially the way you eat pussy," Chris now said, as I heard rustling about on the bed, once again my mind's eye imagining, seeing the two of them as my daughter situated herself between her girlfriend's legs.
"You mean ... like this?" she asked, giggling softly. I now heard what could only be described as down to earth pussy-licking. Something I quite enjoyed doing myself, so I was very familiar with the erotic sounds being made, and what was obviously happening. The next thing I realized, was that I had my hand on my dick, and had been unconsciously stroking it as I stood there.
In all the years as my daughter's father, I had never not once pleasured myself while thinking about her, though even then ... I tried to convince myself it wasn't my daughter I was actually thinking about, but the succulent wet split she was currently licking, belonging to that of her girlfriend. Which for the moment at least, was the image I now had inside my head, though it changed quickly to Trish just seconds after that, and took me a while before I once again tried chasing that thought away.
It was no use. Try as I might, I kept coming back to Chris laying between my daughter's legs ... and then finally, me.
"Oh God yes ... yes Trish yes! Finger my pussy! Suck my clit! Make me cum ... please baby please ... make me cum!"
.... There is more of this story ...