Chapter 7: Alone at Last With My Dad

After the game was over everyone soon left. My Aunt Linda and Kristi were still out doing their home-selling stuff, leaving just me and my dad alone. He was in his favorite chair while I was stretched out on the couch, just like old times. Memories came rushing back of all the times I’d spent with him - and all the things we’d done. It was a special place for me, with special memories. My dad had kept my mom’s chair in the same place and the emptiness of it was the only sad thing for me. It was over a year now since she was taken from us but it still hurt at times like this. Still, I knew she was in heaven and I also knew she would want me to take care of my dad in her absence. Just as she would watch me from her chair as I pleased my father, I was sure she would be watching now as well. Hmmm, do you still get to masturbate when you’re in Heaven? I hope so!

“So what was the story today anyway?” my dad finally spoke up, breaking the long silence, “It all seemed rather contrived ... what was your point in fucking them? You could’ve just teased them and made their day, especially with everyone else here. Damn Kelly, do you have ANY idea what would have happened if one of your aunts had decided to come down here while you were having your little bit of fun?”

At first I thought he was teasing me but the look on his face quickly sobered me up. No ... he was dead serious. I tried to explain to him what went on with my aunts earlier but he wasn’t buying it.

“Give me a break Kelly, they’ve both always talked about you that way and you know damn well your mother and I just ignore them. They wouldn’t be happy unless I had you wear sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt so why worry about them? What was the big deal today? No matter why, it was STILL a pretty stupid thing to do.”

I was a little taken aback. Usually my dad was the first one to encourage me to take risks or to be daring. Indeed, some of the things I’d done for him, especially for his work, had been quite risky. Posing as a whore for his clients so they wouldn’t know he was fucking his daughter? Fucking the staff as a “reward”? What was so bad about what I did today?

He must have seen the downhearted look in my face so he came over to the couch to put his arm around me and hug me. “Hey baby, I didn’t mean to upset you but sometimes you seem to forget what would happen if other people found out what we do. There’s nothing wrong with it and I love you so much but not everyone would be so understanding ... especially your aunts.”

“I’m so sorry daddy ... I just hated them for saying those things.”

“Well, if nothing else, it WAS pretty hot,” he said, hugging me a but tighter, “I think your uncles were taken by surprise today, THAT was for sure.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Oh yeah, a “little” surprised was the understatement of the year.

“You know, I was pretty proud of you actually,” he said more deeply, “not many girls could have pulled off what you did today - at least not with so much class.”

“Really daddy? ... you were proud of me?”

He hugged me even tighter and I felt a warm glow in me. My dad was proud of me! Of all the things he could have said, that was the one thing that made me feel best.

“Of course I was baby. Seeing them look at you that way, knowing how badly they wanted you and how jealous I know they are of me ... well how could I NOT be proud?”

“But Uncle Jim has Tammy.”

“True but she’s got nothing on you. You’re the one they wanted today.”

“I love you daddy.”

With that we kissed and I knew he was the one that wanted me now. As we both undressed, I couldn’t help but think about how although they were brothers, it was so different having sex with each of them. Being my uncles, it wasn’t like they were just any ol’ married guy cheating on his wife - even though neither of my aunts had a clue as to what their husbands did with me. Growing up with them all my life, they were family, not just friends or like the guys I dated. Still, my Uncle Jim was just getting more gross all the time while my Uncle Paul was becoming more interesting. Yet as I stripped for my dad, neither of them made me feel the way my dad did.

There’s just something special about being with your father that is like nothing else in the world. Sure I’ve had guys with bigger and fatter dicks, guys with better looks and harder bodies, guys with more “skills” and others who were more adventuresome. All of that made for good sex but with my dad there is something special that nobody else can give me - my father’s love. Like just now when he told me he was proud of me, it made me feel special to know he felt that way about me. As his daughter it was my duty to satisfy his needs but it never felt like it was something I was forced to do but rather something I WANTED to do. I’m sure he would be the first to tell you I wasn’t always the perfect daughter growing up, but one thing he CAN say is that I have never refused him when he came to me and asked for me.

Naked, we laid next to each other on the couch, him spooning behind me as I rested on the edge. It was a little chilly in the family room so he pulled a blanket over us and for a while we just stayed that way, silent and still with his arms around me, pulling me tightly into him as I felt his dick pushing up against my bottom. It felt so perfect, so RIGHT.

Gradually his lust grew and I could feel his moving his hips behind me, rubbing his hard dick up and down the crack of my ass. His hand cupped my breasts, my nipples between his fingers as he gently massaged me. I just closed my eyes and let myself go, thinking of nothing but his hands on me, of his cock pushing against me.

“Tell me what you want daddy,” I whispered softly, “Tell me how to please you.”

“Mmmmmmm, this IS what I want baby ... this is what I wanted all day.”

His hand moved back and between my thighs, lifting my leg up and over his as he moved down just enough to allow his cock to push up against my now exposed crotch. It felt SO good to feel him rubbing it against me, only now he was sliding it up and down my pussy slit instead of my butt. I knew what he wanted ... and I wanted to give it to him.