Chapter 50: Overnight In The Casa

After turning down the shower I got serious talking to Cynthia about the rest of the night. “This next part is going to be a bit of a test for you,” I said. “You know that I do dangerous things, and that I enjoy many pleasures. You know that Abril will fuck old men on my behalf, to accomplish an economic goal. Well, someday the situation may arise where I ask you to share your body with another. Do you understand?”

“I guess so. But that will not be for some time. I am sure you want me.”

“I do want you. But there are other considerations. Tonight there is a unique opportunity that reflects something my Grandfather has suggested. I do not understand all of it myself, but I don’t need to. The question is, will you do as I ask? Will you give yourself, sexually for the night, to another man if I ask you to? This is not hypothetical. I would not suggest this if I did not trust the man with you. I trust him completely with you. But keep in mind those words I used: sexually, for the night.”

Her face did not show pleasure or confidence, she was in fact pissed with me. So I said one more thing.

“Do you know the ‘Story of O,’ the book or either movie? There is a critical line in the story, to paraphrase they say ‘you can only give what you possess.’ In this case I know the man wants you and will be good to you. You will start with a conversation. But I will not tell you who it is beforehand. As this is a test I will have your answer and your promise to do as I ask. If you cannot say yes to me under those terms, then you must say no, and I will have my answer. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” she said with her voice shaking. She was trying to be strong and was not doing a very good job.

“Do you need a minute to decide? I can give you that.”

“Will the man be good to me? How will he have me?”

“I am assured in my heart that the man will be good to you. That is not going to be something I can always promise, but today it is assured. As for the other ... that I cannot say. I doubt that he could say right now where his desires will take him once you are both naked in bed. But he does desire your body ... and your happiness.”

She caught my emphasis on “happiness” for her. “Is it Tonto or anyone from school? I...”

I cut her off. “I normally would not entertain any such questions, but you should understand my limits. Tonto is too young, I would not willingly sanction sex under 18 in this state. It is too easy a crime to charge.”

I could see it in her eyes and her body as she wrestled in her mind. Somebody else wanted her, she felt the thrill and desire from that. But to wait in a bed for somebody, not knowing who would open the door, was hard. It could be someone she knew, or somebody she had no idea about. She considered her teachers. Officers and members of 49. It took some time for her to reach peace. The thrill of a secret admirer mixed with the fact that she trusted my word really left her no choice. She reached her answer. She would rather be with me. I said that I felt the same. But if she had to be with somebody else at my bidding she felt secure in my promises. She knew the type of things I might ask someday, and if she wanted me there was a price. This sounded like the lowest price she might be asked to pay. She could do it.

She promised to behave in a manner consistent with my desires.

I told her to put on her bathrobe and go upstairs to the Red Bedroom. (Lights above the doors distinguished the second floor bedrooms.) I said that she was the await her admirer and grant him a pleasured night with her body and skills. She nodded and went to do as I asked.

In The Red Bedroom - Cynthia’s thoughts

Cynthia wondered about who I might send to her. In her mind her thoughts were drawn to Tonto’s father Tony, as part of a complicated transaction or negotiation between gangs. She had met the man, she considered him ugly but not repulsive. He had honor. Of course, after seeing what Tony’s overweight scold of a wife was like, she had no doubt Tony wanted her. She was not sure how she would react when he touched her, the promise to me weighed heavily on her mind.

She did not have long to wait before the door opened. In the dim light she saw a faint outline in red, and for just an instant it looked like her Father who entered. She cried when he stepped closer and it was indeed her father Ernie! He was the last man she expected to see. She had been so wound up thinking of who it might be. This turn of events raised a plethora of new issues, things she had never thought about, in her mind.

Her body also reacted, in a way that surprised her. She had seen he was a good lover. She got wet.

First Ernie said that she was not to ask about her mother. He said that “she knew, and was happy with the arrangements.” Cynthia thought that surely her Mother was alone, or maybe with Abril or Zar, or maybe even both, where she might desire a taste of female pleasure. Yes, that made sense, Abril had mentioned that she liked “real women.” She smiled at the naughty thought of her Mother eating pussy. The idea was ripe with naughty possibilities.

Ernie next said that Cynthia was beautiful and desirable as a woman, so he could not avoid making the request on the one-week anniversary of her becoming a woman. Obviously he could not come to her in his own home (by choice she shared a bed with Pammie even though the house had 6 bedrooms), but in my house things were different. She saw why I had talked about a unique opportunity.

If she wished, Ernie promised he would treat her as a daughter and just enjoy sharing a bed as a father and daughter might have a decade ago, like the time both of them went camping when she was a innocent girl. He considered that heavenly. Cynthia recalled that trip, it was a highlight for her. Pammie was terrified of bugs and Belen stayed home with her.

But with one look at Ernie Cynthia knew that a chaste father-daughter night was not what he wished for. Looking with adult eyes and mindful of my words, she realized that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to sample forbidden fruit. Then she realized that it was a variety of forbidden fruit she really craved, but never had the opportunity to think of sampling; it was a desire she had blocked in her mind. So she smiled slyly and said, “I do not wish to act like a child, for I have promised to give myself sexually for this night, and I was raised by my loving Daddy to keep all my promises, even if they be pleasant wishes in disguise - wishes I don’t even know I have made.”

With that she threw off her covers, exposing her body. After passing her hand over her pussy, to deliberately part her labials in invitation, she held her arms open, inviting her Father to come and indulge himself upon her charms. They started with a very passionate adult kiss. “Oh Daddy!” she said. ‘I did not know how deeply I wanted this.” After a time the rain of kisses moved down her body. His kisses praised her breasts, and then moved lower still to the junction of her legs where her desire flowed freely. They both enjoyed it as he lapped up her honey. He was only the second man to taste her so.

Cynthia remembered the first time she had been kissed sexually below the neck. Her Father felt very different. A large part of the difference was because he was the ultimate taboo, her own father for goodness sake! That colored everything. Plus, he was restrained a little. But there were objective differences too. He moved his tongue and lips differently; there was more and faster motion, and less pressure. There was less side-to-side motion. Less sucking. It was different, but it was still fantastic.

After a time he drew something from his pocket and set it on her belly. “I have this box from home. One can’t be too careful.” It was the box containing her diaphragm. “For your peace of mind.”

“Oh Daddy, there is no need. I want you bareback. FUCK, I said that out loud, the thrill ... I’m safe, if my flow does not start this weekend, or Monday at the latest, it will be because I am pregnant right now - which is possible but unlikely. What I want inside my body is not in that box.” She deliberately moved her eyes to her father’s very erect cock. It looked somewhat club-like to her, while her Prince was a smooth, long lance. Still, she wanted it inside. On days like her birthdays and Christmas she was always impatient about what she wanted.

Some things don’t change. As she looked at her Father’s she pointed to her crotch and said, “Daddy, I want my special present now, please? More kissy-bod later, I promise. Me too. But first...”

Her Daddy always gave her what she wanted, and when he did it was so very good for her. Tasting her honeyed juices on her Father’s lips was better than the icing on the cake. Feeling his body enter her was better than all her birthday’s put together. She knew great joy many times that night.

After their first coupling, when she went out-of-her-mind with pleasure, they were resting and holding each other.

“Daddy?” she asked, looking him in the eye. “Am I a bad girl?”

“My dear, why would you ask such a question?”

“Well, let’s make a list. First, a week ago I came here knowing that, if the Prince did not take me, I would give up my cherry to a man I did not know. Second, I gave my cherry to the Prince because I wanted it like a spoiled child, not because I loved him. Although I will admit, he grows on a person. Third, tonight I gave up my ass while you and Mother and Uncle Martin and his wife and Abril all watched. Fourth, I went to a bedroom where I did not know who I would spend the night with, but I promised to be sexual all night just because my lover asked me to. Five, I have just enjoyed, really enjoyed including getting off like I could not believe, fucking incest with my Father and I did not care that it might screw up his marriage, or that it might make my Mother unhappy. Any one of those makes me sound like a real bad girl. But something messed me up so I don’t trust my feelings, which are really good right now.”

“Maybe, if your boyfriend was Jose Con No Prospects, it would be bad. But the difference is the Prince; we do not know all but we can look for a positive spin. How about we go with your numbers in reverse. Number 5 is in the Bible, Lot’s daughters took their pleasure with him and established nations. Plus. maybe we should recall that the wisest man in history had his own mother in his harem. So such desires are not without precedent. Also, your mother blesses this joyful meeting, maybe next time she will watch us ... or I will watched you.” She was surprised by that, until she saw there might be another wish she did not know she had. He continued. “Number 4 was trust, while you did not know who was coming, he did, so you showed him he could trust you, which is important to a prince and shows you in a good light. Number 3 is not a great sin, there was no adultery in that room and all were willing to both watch and be watched. To be honest, you watching your Mother made it easier for me to please her. Number 2, was something you wanted for many years, but you waited until it pleased him and you were ready. He told you that he was unlocking your body for more pleasure because it was time; I made it clear that your Mother and I appreciated that he would set a very high standard for your future, to judge other men. Your Prince will be hard to beat so whoever you pick will be worth it. As for number 1, he accepted your application knowing of my approval. Plus, you should know there were enough women here that, if you had declined, you could have slept alone and intact, and nobody would have known.”