Chapter 2

Andrew walked into the kitchen to have a talk with his daughter Wendy. His son, Craig, had been kind of vague, but he said Wendy had made him uncomfortable by pretending to be a witch and casting a spell on him. It was October, and dressing up in costumes was good fun, but he didn’t see any point in Wendy pretending to be a witch to torment her brother. “Can I talk to you about something, Wendy?”

“Sure, Dad, what’s up?”

“Craig said something about you saying you’re a witch now and casting a spell on him. He said that made him uncomfortable.”

His daughter was wearing dark purple makeup around her eyes, and it made for a striking look to go with her jet black hair. It was then he noticed what appeared to be a streak of gray hair at Wendy’s forehead. He was about to say something about it when Wendy rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, young lady.”

“I’m not rolling my eyes at you, Dad. I’m rolling my eyes at Craig.”

“That’s a fine distinction,” Andrew huffed. “I had really hoped the two of you would stop bickering now that you’re both adults and in college.”

“I’ll stop bickering with him when he stops being stupid, so maybe check back in with us when he’s like, thirty or so.”

“Wendy, that’s not a very nice thing to say about your brother. What’s all this about?”

“He didn’t believe me when I said I was a witch now, so I cast a spell on him to prove a point. It’s no big deal. If he doesn’t want to be uncomfortable, he shouldn’t call me a liar.”

“Wendy, I know it’s October, and spooky season. Halloween is just around the corner, and dressing up is fun and all, but we both know that there’s no such thing as magic and witches in the real world.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar too.”

Andrew sighed. This was both stranger and more difficult to address than he had expected. Normally, when his children were bickering, Craig was the one who was at fault. However, in this instance, he couldn’t fault his son for being uncomfortable with his sister proclaiming she was a witch and pretending to cast a spell on him. On the other hand, of his two children, Craig was the one much more likely to be caught fibbing or stretching the truth. He tried to be diplomatic, “Normally, I’d say that you are much less likely to be lying than Craig, but in this case...”

“I’m lying,” Wendy interrupted.

Andrew tried to talk sense into his daughter without directly accusing her of dishonesty, “It just doesn’t make any sense, Wendy. Magic and witches are things for fairy tales and animated movies. They’re just make believe.”

Now it was Wendy’s turn to sigh, “I guess I’m going to have to prove it to you too, Dad.”

“Prove what?” Andrew wondered.

“Isn’t it obvious? That’s I’m a witch.” Wendy picked an apple up off the kitchen counter and added, “You know apples are the best focus for temptation spells.”

“What are you even talking about, Wendy?” Andrew wondered. “If you were acting like this around Craig, no wonder you made him uncomfortable. This is just weird.” Instead of answering him, Wendy started polishing the apple on her shirt. Then Andrew realized that she was rubbing the apple on the part of her shirt that was stretched over her large breasts. Her very large, very impressive breasts. Andrew could feel his cock starting to swell in response to his daughter’s magnificent jugs. The things had just grown and grown over the last year. He knew because he was on the hook to buy her new bras when she outgrew the old ones. Those things got expensive when you had tits as large as Wendy did, but he didn’t mind at all. His daughter deserved comfortable clothing to support her nearly irresistible breasts.

Andrew was uncomfortable with how aroused his own daughter was making him, and he tried to encourage her to rub the apple on some other part of her shirt, “Wendy, you’re not a little girl any more. If you’re going to polish it, can you rub it on a different part of your shirt?”

Wendy hopped up to sit on the counter before answering, “What do you mean, Daddy? What’s wrong with what I’m doing now?”

Wendy only called him Daddy when she was upset with him. What had he done wrong? He was well within his rights as a parent to tell her to stop pretending that magic and witches were real. He didn’t think through his words and responded, “You’re rubbing that thing all over your big, beautiful breasts. Those jugs are like majestic mountains rising over your narrow waist and flat belly.” Why was he talking about Wendy’s figure like he was discussing a magazine centerfold? Hell, most people Wendy’s age probably wouldn’t even know what a centerfold was. His daughter was a knockout, though. Now that she was eighteen, she certainly could have been a centerfold if any of those magazines were still being published. He went on, “I know you have an epic rack, Wendy, but try to be a little bit more modest. There is no need to draw attention to your tits by rubbing that ripe, ripe fruit over your luscious melons.”

“That’s not the way you usually talk to me, Daddy. Are you sure you aren’t feeling ... tempted?”

“Wendy, I’m not tempted by your tits. I’m sure every college guy you wander past jacks off a dozen times thinking about your jugs and how wonderful it would be to feel them up. I’m your father though, and those big tits of yours aren’t tempting me, young lady.”

“Now who’s telling a fib?” Wendy mused.

Andrew realized his daughter had caught him. He wondered if she had let some lucky young man feel her up. He had been gesturing at her tits when he claimed that they weren’t tempting him, but they were, and the way that Wendy kept polishing that apple by rubbing it on one of her jugs made it impossible to take his eyes off his daughter’s rack. He took a step toward Wendy without meaning to. It would be so easy to rotate his hands and fill them with her big jugs. That thought caused another half step forward toward Wendy. What was wrong with him? He made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t feel his daughter up no matter how she tormented him by rubbing that apple over and over one of her large tits. She didn’t even seem to care that the apple was becoming shinier. It seemed like all that mattered to his daughter was that she was succeeding in making him uncomfortable. That discomfort grew more intense as his cock started to tingle pleasantly. He tried to focus on anything besides Wendy’s big tits, but every time he tried to direct his gaze elsewhere, the motion of the apple on her shirt drew his attention back to Wendy’s knockers. Andrew was horrified as his cock started to swell and engorge with blood in admiration of Wendy’s slim and stacked figure. He took another step in her direction.

That step seemed to be a fatal turning point. It was like he was watching someone else’s hands reaching out to Wendy’s chest. He groaned first in disbelief as his hands closed around his daughter’s jugs. Then he groaned in admiration as he squeezed her firm mounds. His cock surged most pleasantly despite protesting internally that he was being a horrible pervert. Wendy moved the apple out of the way to give him free reign to feel her up, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing just that. Her jugs had grown so damn large, and they felt so good in his hands. They were just so ripe; way riper than the apple she had been tormenting him with. Just when he thought he had reached the maximum level of perversion he was capable of, he became obsessed with seeing Wendy’s tits contained by the expensive bras he had to buy her. He had been paying for them; surely he was entitled to see what his money bought.

He released Wendy’s tits and pulled the hem of her shirt upward. “Fuck, Wendy, your rack looks fantastic. You are so stacked! I bet it will be even better to feel them up like this.” Andrew felt his face flushing with shame, but he couldn’t stop himself from filling his hands with Wendy’s tits a second time, but it was even better getting some skin on skin contact with her shirt bunched up around her neck. “What’s wrong with me? You’re my daughter, Wendy. Why can’t I stop feeling you up?”