Chapter 11: The Joy that is Sasha

Bright laughter floated in to the study from the living room. I tried to concentrate on the laptop in front of me and the final chapters of the novel. Another chorus of laughter arrived and I had to stop and smile. Sasha had four friends over for the day. Music thumped, a percussive beat I could feel through the floor and my bare feet. I knew they were dancing, experimenting with different styles, showing off and trying to outdo each other in good-natured fun. The type of music told me which dance they were doing. Missy Elliot was playing so they were probably krumping.

Another roar of laughter sounded. Sasha opened the study door and stuck her head in, music suddenly very loud.

"Dad, my friends want to see your shuffle dance. Come and show them."

With memories of how my sweet loving daughter reacted last time, I refused. "Absolutely not."

"Aaw, c'mon, Dad. Don't be shy," Sasha pleaded, adding a grin.

"Nope. No way, no how."

Sasha looked at me. She smiled, cunning emerging in her amber eyes. She entered the study, rounding the desk to lean over me. Her whisper in my ear tickled. Her words made getting up from the desk without embarrassment impossible.

I accepted her offer. What was a bit of ridicule in order to...

Kate, Susan, Lacy, and Angela were birds of a feather. They were all lean with dancer's bodies, all into beautiful adolescence, all smiling and bright and open. Only their hair color, length and style, and the clothes they wore distinguished them.

I braced myself. Kate turned on techno music. I had an avid audience full of anticipation perched on the edge of the couch.

If I thought Sasha laughing at me was damaging to my ego, it was nothing compared to her and four more girls screaming with laughter and rolling around, so entertained they pleaded with me to dance more, and snorted out laughter at my distinctive, innovative hopping style. Through laughter they begged me to continue, claiming they really, really liked it. Sure. But I couldn't stop smiling. Five teenage girls rolling around and crying with laughter was sort of cute.

By seven-forty the last of them left. Pizza boxes and empty pop cans littered the living room. Sasha helped clean up and, when I collapsed into the armchair and turned the TV on, she came over and sat on my lap sideways. Her head rested on my shoulder. I caressed her bare leg. The short pink and yellow frilly skirt looked good on her.

Sasha's leg was as smooth as silk, toned and lovely. I caressed absentmindedly while flipping through cable channels with my other hand. On the side table a glass of Chianti sat partially consumed.

"Thanks for letting my friends come over," Sasha said conversationally.

"They're always welcome."

"I know. But thanks anyway," she responded, resting her hand on mine.

In a gentle move she guided my hand higher, up her thigh and to the soft inner side. She eased one leg away and gently guided my hand under her short skirt. My penis responded, growing lock-step with my rising hand.

The television was forgotten when my hand touched soft cotton, my daughter's panties. She shuffled on my lap, turned her body slightly, her hand over mine guiding it and the next thing I knew, I was cupping utter sexiness. Sasha's sweet pussy was small but full, a pad of seduction filling her crotch. Cotton coddled her soft vulva. A slight camel toe hinted at her cleft. Her pussy was warm.

With an erection pressing up against her bum, I caressed her, an almost casual exploration of the amazing shape of a teenage pubis, so damn erotic. I wasn't in any rush. I was enjoying fondling my little girl intimately far too much. Clearly she liked it, too. She snuggled and sighed holding my hand in place and pressing it against her.

"This feels good, Dad. How does it feel to you?"

"Wonderful," I said, giving her a light kiss on her nose.

"How about now?" she asked a minute later.

Sasha's arousal was obvious, a damp spot forming in the gusset of her cotton panties. It thrilled me. But then they became much damper, suddenly, too.

It was a seminal moment. It brought out my baser instincts and aroused me like crazy. I looked sharply at her, stunned beyond belief.

"Did you just..."

"Oops," she said softly with a grin. "I guess I drank too much pop." Then she wiggled her butt in my lap. "You weren't kidding, were you? Me peeing my panties really turns you on."

Lord love a duck! Why? Why did it turn me on so much? Who cares. "Yup, big time," I confirmed, my erection tight and confined. She'd promised to do this if I did the shuffle dance for her friends, but in truth, I didn't believe she'd really go through with it.

"It's feels warm," she announced. Pulling my hand away from the damp cotton gusset, she stood and tugged my hand. "C'mon. I have to wash now. Let's shower together."

Like a tased lamb, stunned into befuddled horniness, I let my daughter lead me upstairs. I followed as she led me to the master bathroom yakking away about how it felt, "Sort of like getting my period suddenly without a pad," she decided. "But turning you on? That's just fascinating."

"Get undressed, Dad," she instructed when we entered the bathroom, releasing my hand and starting to remove her blouse.

I undressed mindlessly, my attention on Sasha. She dropped her blouse and, reaching behind her with both hands, unhooked her small, demi-cup lacy white bra, slipped it off with a shrug, and briefly rubbed underneath her boobs before unzipping her skirt.

My pants fell and collected at my feet, erection tenting pale blue boxers. I had no shoes or socks to remove.

Sasha kicked off her sneakers and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it and carefully placing it in the corner. She might have done more, too, but I didn't notice.

Small, pale pink, bikini-cut cotton panties hugged my daughter's lower body. When she moved I spotted the dark stain in the double gusset. It surprised me. It was much smaller than it had felt in my hand. I tossed my shirt aside.

"Ready?" she asked, stepping into the shower.

Shoving boxers down, releasing my erection, I followed her into the shower stall. It finally struck me. Sasha was still wearing her panties.

"Aren't you going to take them off?" I asked.

That wonderful glint of mischief entered her eyes. She grinned at me and grabbed my hand. "I'm not done yet. Here. Feel this." She turned away and backed up against me, my erection poking her back before sliding to the side. She bent her knees and guided my hand back to her panty-clad pussy. With a sigh, she peed again, a small damp spot suddenly growing. Warm pee flowed soaking her panties and my hand. My erection ached. Jeez I was horny.