Chapter 2: Out on the Deck

The next morning I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the bed was still wet under my butt. As the morning cobwebs disappeared I remembered how good it had felt the night before to play with myself. I must have fallen asleep and slept the night though afterwards. Damn, from as wet as the sheets were I must have really cum hard!

Getting out of bed, I grabbed a short terry robe and headed for the bathroom. Usually I prefer to stay in bed until I get myself off - a nice way to start the day if you ask me. For some reason, though, this morning I had to pee really bad so the first thing I did was appease Mother Nature. THEN I dropped the robe at the side of my bed and returned to take care of business!

If there is one thing I almost never miss, it’s my morning time with me. Actually, you could say it’s just making sure the rest of the day goes well as when I DO skip it, it’s like the rest of the day all I can think about it doing it! Well, I still think a lot about it during the day anyway but you know what I mean ... I hope.

It was Saturday and I didn’t have much else planned so I figured why not spend the day at my dad’s house? The day promised to be nice and it had been a while since I’d spent an afternoon lounging on the deck, not doing much of anything but being lazy for the day. Besides, my dad always seemed to appreciate it when I wore his favorite bikini - and even more so when I wasn’t! After last night’s events I figured it was time for us to spend some time together anyway so what better way to do it than to lounge around in front of him all but naked (OK, so maybe naked too).

For a moment I considered inviting Kristen over to join me before I remembered she had told me earlier she had some big event planned for the weekend. Something about some conference or convention or something and she was going to be booked for the entire weekend. I sort of got the idea from her that I could have joined in if I had wanted to but it sounded a little too far “out there” for me.

Then I thought of maybe trying to get Tammy, my youngest cousin, to stop by. She was sixteen now, still hot as hell but she’d grown up a lot in the past two years since my dad had first fucked her. Indeed, she looked older than her age now and while I knew it still got my dad off to see her, he hadn’t had an opportunity to be with her in a long time now. It’s not that easy to find an excuse for an uncle to be alone with his teenage niece, at least not long enough and alone enough to fuck her. I called her cell phone only to find out she was also busy with some friends for the day. Oh well, I guess it was just me and dad - only he didn’t know it yet!

As I tried to plan out my dad, it occurred to me that my aunt might be over and that would mess up everything. My Aunt Linda is pretty hot for now being in her forties and while we had played around a bit in the past, typically it was because Kristen was involved as well. Since she and my dad had been going at it, I’d never been included with them. It wasn’t like I had asked and been turned down, just that the offer was never made so I didn’t push it. I’m sure nobody would tell me to go home if she WAS there today but at the same time I knew they would be waiting for me to leave so they could get back in bed and that was an awkward situation I preferred to avoid so I called my aunt. Fortunately she was home and not out showing a house or anything so she could talk to me in private. I explained to her my plans for the day, leaving out most of the concerns I had about her and my dad of course.

My aunt, unlike her airhead daughter (sorry Kristen, I love you but I have to be honest) was pretty bright. It wasn’t just her “talents” in bed that made her a tope Realtor, she was one of the sharpest ones out there as well. She quickly picked up on where I was going and assured me that she had plenty of things to do today and she would tell my dad she was booked with showings if he asked about her. I loved my Aunt Linda, especially at times like this when she could be so wonderful and understanding.

After lunch I gathered some things and headed over to my dad’s. I was surprised when he wasn’t home, especially since my aunt hadn’t mentioned anything about him going anywhere. He probably just went to the store or something. I just hoped it wasn’t a trip to the office since it seemed once he got sucked into there, it could be the entire day before he escaped.

Making my way out onto the deck, I squinted up at the sun which was now overhead and felt warm on my face. Yep, a great day for laying out, that was for sure. As I changed into my bikini, I looked around the deck and it was a wave of nostalgia surged over me. God, how many times had I been out here and think of all the things I’d done.

There was the hot tub where our family had spent so much time as I was growing up. It was the one time that we all were nude together on a regular basis as we never wore suits, at least not that I can remember. As a child it taught me that nudity, while not something we openly flaunted, was perfectly acceptable in the right circumstances. Why should a family worry about covering up in the privacy of their own hot tub anyway? Besides, the deck had a privacy fence all around it which was really unnecessary most of the time as the deck was atop out garage, making it all but impossible to see into without a fence except for the one neighbor to the side that was uphill but they were never around. Then there were the neighbors behind us but they would have needed a telescope to see anything.

Wow, how many boyfriends had I shocked by inviting them into the hot tub and then stripping off my bikini for them - when my parents were inside and supposedly had no idea what was going on? How many of them had I eventually sucked or even fucked, despite their trepidations about being caught. Of course I knew my parents would never embarrass me that way by barging in unannounced but the boys certainly didn’t know that!

It wasn’t just boys that I shared the hot tub with. There were the slumber parties, the birthday parties and just getting together with friends. Some of my friends were too embarrassed to strip down in front of the other girls but for the most part, they usually did sooner or later. Except for those times when it was just a close friend or two, we didn’t do anything sexual with each other besides teasing and such, but there had been those times when we would masturbate together, no different than we did when we gathered together in someone’s bedroom or even a cabin at church camp.

Perhaps my fondest memory of the hot tub was a time when I wasn’t even in it - or on the deck even for that matter. I was just sixteen, returning home earlier than planned from a party, and in the dark of my room I was able to down to the deck where my dad was fucking my mom. Although I’d seen them both nude, we’d all masturbated in front of one another, and they knew I’d been having sex for two years already, they still never made love in front of me until now - and this time only because they didn’t know that I was watching. Indeed, had I not stumbled upon them I may have never realized what I was missing with my parents. Everything I’d done with my mom and dad since then was really due to seeing them that night making love like I’d never seen two people do it before.

Of course, once I got started with my dad, the deck became a lot busier as it was one of his favorite places to fuck me. It was even the site for the first time I had sex with my cousin - and watched my dad fuck her as well. The deck was where my mom first had sex with her nephew (after I had him there first). Indeed, if there was one room or location in the house with the most “first” associated with it, it was the deck.

I’d brought my smallest bikini, the one that my dad referred to as “Kelly’s slut bikini”. Indeed, it was hard to even classify it as clothing. The whole thing could ball up in my hand and was really nothing more than a few strings with triangular patches of cloth to cover my nipples and pussy. Had I not been completely shaved, no amount of trimming would have kept anything from showing. The so-called top was more like a pair of pasties tied together with strings around my neck and back. It was not one that I would have dared to wear anywhere public, no matter how liberal the people who were there. For all practical purposes I was naked. Still, it left me with small tan marks which I prefer.

An all-over tan sends a message - this girl tans in the nude which means she flaunts her nudity to everyone and anyone. Not exactly a turn-in for any guy with emotional or possessive feelings. The small tans marks tells people that while I may not wear much, I DO cover up the essentials in front of most people meaning that whoever is seeing the tan marks is seeing parts of me most people don’t - something that seems to run on guys more than full nudity.

I positioned the chaise lounge so the sun would shine up from behind me to get those hard to tan places like between my upper thighs as I spread my legs wide. The sun felt so warm and good on my exposed skin. By this time of summer I had a pretty good tan so I didn’t need much sunscreen, just enough to keep the cancer away as they say. I dangled my feet off the edges of the lounge chair, my crotch exposed unabashedly but there was nobody there to see me anyway so what did it matter?

The temptation to masturbate, always in the back of my mind in any case and especially now given where I was and how I was dressed, was beginning to grow in me. I had no idea when my dad would be back, though, and I wanted to surprise him just as I was, not overdoing things like having my hand between my legs with a finger up my slit or anything like that. Besides, if things went as I hoped later today, I would be having plenty of opportunities to masturbate ... and more.

I must have dozed off or something because suddenly I felt something cool pressing against my back. I opened my eyes to see my dad leaning over me. With the sun having been beating down on me, his hand actually felt cool as he rubbed me slowly along my shoulders.

“Well, this is a surprise,” he chuckled, “Can’t say I was expecting to see you out here. Good thing I looked out the window, I guess I didn’t notice your car on the street.”

“Hi Daddy!” I greeted him with a grin and a hug like I was a little schoolgirl again.

Indeed, I think no matter how old I am I will always consider myself my daddy’s little girl - and he the same for me I think.

“Like my bikini?”

My dad smiled and just shook his head and grinned saying, “What’s the matter ... couldn’t find one with any LESS material?”

“Oh daddy!” I teased him, moving my shoulders back and forth to wiggle my boobs for him.

“So to what do I owe this honor?” he asked, pulling up a chair next to me and taking a seat.

“Why? Can’t a girl just want to stop by her dad’s house without having an ulterior motives?” I asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Any other girl ... sure, but you’re not just any other girl,” he responded, the smile never leaving his face.

“Well, how about I wanted to suck my dad’s dick?”

This time my dad’s grin grew even broader as she laughed and replied, “Now THAT I would believe!”

We both laughed and then there was as silence for moment as we just grinned at each other. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Soooooo, are you gonna pull it out for me or do I have to do all the work?”

It was like old times again. Gosh, when was the last time I’d been so direct with him? How had we allowed ourselves to drift apart so far? He’d always loved it when I was direct with him and pretended it was all because of me that we fucked, even when he knew it was because of HIM that we actually did. He loved to call me his “little slut” and the dirtier I talked to him, the more up- front I was about sex, the more he seemed to like it.