Chapter 2: My Dad Fucks Kristen Before the Party

Party night eventually arrived and Kristen was at my house waiting for Beth to pick us up. She was certainly dressed for the occasion - a skin tight strapless black dress than looked like it had been spray-painted on her. It was so short her ass showed when she sat down and crossed her legs and the top barely covered her small boobs causing her to constantly have to tug up on it to keep it from falling down and letting her boobs spill out. There was no way she could be wearing anything underneath it.

The two of us were sitting downstairs in the family room watching TV when my dad came in from the garage. He was just getting home from work with his suit jacket over his arm and carrying his briefcase, bulging as usual with work to do that evening. My dad may make a lot of money compared to most guys but he certainly worked hard for it!

“Hey girls, going out tonight?” he greeted us.

Well duh! Seeing how we were dressed THAT was pretty obvious. Like I said, Kristen was in her oversized tube top while I was wearing jeans and a sheer white cami. I didn’t think it mattered much what I wore since it probably wouldn’t be on for long so unlike Kristen I went for comfort over slutty.

“Like my dress Uncle John?” Kristen asked demurely, standing up and turning around for him to see. She didn’t bother pulling it back down so it BARELY covered her ass, showing off her bare legs nicely.”Ohhhhhh, so THAT’s what you call it,” my dad laughed, “Well, it certainly doesn’t leave much to the imagination, that’s for sure. So what’s the occasion?”

I explained to him where we were going and he just shook his head at us. Well, he WAS my dad and I guess all fathers can be a bit protective of their daughters. “Kelly, I thought you weren’t going to those anymore. Didn’t you do like ten guys last time?”

“Twelve,” I corrected him, grinning proudly.

“Ten, twelve, whatever,” he mumbled. I smiled at his response - was my dad a little jealous? I wondered how he would feel later tonight sitting home alone knowing his daughter was out fucking her brains out while he was left home alone to watch porn movies and jack off until my mom returned from her shift at the hospital.

Just then the doorbell rang and I knew it had to be Beth. I rushed up the stairs leaving Kristen and my dad in the basement expecting her to follow me up. Sure enough, Beth was standing at the door waiting impatiently.

“You guys better be ready. We’re late,” she said as soon as I opened the door, looking at her watch as if staring at it could somehow make it stop or at least run slower.

I looked behind me for Kristen who should had followed me up but the hallway was empty. NOW what was she up to? With her it always seemed to be something or another so I shrugged my should and told Beth, “I don’t know what happened to Kristen, come on in while I get her.”

Beth rolled her eyes, huffed and stepped into the entranceway. She was dressed similar to me except she had on a cute pale green lace blouse with her jeans. As I went to the basement stairs door she was right at my heels.

“Damn, what’s she doing, anyway?” Beth asked, obviously even more impatient to get to the party than I’d thought.

Suddenly I had a premonition and I knew EXACTLY what my naughty cousin was doing. Gawd, what if Beth found out? Sure my dad had fucked Beth a couple of time, matter of fact the last time being just yesterday, but she didn’t know he was fucking his niece routinely, let alone his daughter! I mean, there are some things even best friend don’t get told.

I looked at Beth and held out my hand. “That’s OK, you can stay here while I get her. I’ll only be a moment.”

Thankfully Beth sighed and headed back towards the front door while I headed down the wooden stairs. Upon reaching the bottom I was met with a sight that confirmed my worst (or best) suspicions. Sure enough, my dear old horny dad was fucking his little niece. God, couldn’t the two of them control themselves at least once in their lives?

A loud sigh escaped me as I should have known better than leave the two of them alone for even a few seconds. She had apparently simply pulled her “dress” up to her waist and leaned over the wash machine while my dad had dropped his dress pants to his ankles and entered her from behind. She was so short in comparison that he had to bend way down to fuck her but that certainly didn’t seem to be bothering him.