Chapter 12

Second Day — James

I sleep most of the night through blissfully content. I only wake up one time to go to the bathroom. I blearily note that Anna's door is open as usual. I think about going in there to 'check up on her' but decide not to tonight. I wonder if she knows the times before I have slid in there with the rest of the house sleeping and looked at her sleeping form. I never did get up the nerve to try anything of course. On my better days I tell myself that I had self control. On my worse days I just think I am too chicken. I think the reality lies somewhere in between.

I wake up after my wife as usual. Anna has gone off to school. I wonder if she will quit cheerleading. It would be kind of a shame to not see her in that sexy cheerleader outfit anymore but I would understand. I stop by her bedroom and look in. The bed isn't made and there are some clothes scattered on the floor. I spy a pair of panties and smile. I step into the room and go pick them up. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply. The scent is stronger than I've smelled before. I feel my cock growing stiff in my pants as I picture her in these panties and nothing else standing in front of me. "Kneel down and suck my cock," I mentally tell her.

I picture my daughter sliding down to her knees with a smile on her face, leaning forward and reaching up to wrap her fingers around my stiff meat while her mouth comes forward and opens. I would watch her lips as they wrap around the head and slide down the shaft. My hand would be in her hair pulling and guiding her mouth as she bobs up and down on my cock. "Mmm, I bet you would be a sweet cocksucker," I say out loud to the empty room.

I shake my head and head back to the bedroom and get dressed for work. "No time to jerk off now," I think to myself.

I know it will be several days before my wife is ready for sex again. Me I need it far more than she does. I mentally pledge another jack off session today after I get home from work. If Anna is still cheerleading I should be able to get on the computer and watch some nice porn. If not, well I'll just have to do it in my room.

I go to work. Most of the time is on the phone or emailing customers but in my spare moments I eye some of my sexier co-workers or fantasize. I find myself looking at a picture of my wife and daughter that I keep on the desk. Anna looks really nice in it. I shake my head. "That Mark should have been more patient. Oh well, it's his loss."

The day goes quickly. Soon I am in the car and headed home. I work shorter hours during the regular week and a half day on Saturday in order to be home for Anna. It's a schedule we worked out when she was younger and didn't want her coming home to an empty house. Now that she's older I could probably change it but I enjoy the hours. I'll never tell the wife how many times I've jerked off during those times. I was either alone in the house when Anna was in elementary and middle school or in the bedroom when her school hours changed as she got older. It has sure helped me to deal with a less than satisfying love life. I kind of hope that she'll stay in cheerleading because that will give me time alone in the house again but then again I like seeing her around too.

-Anna

Morning comes without my knowing it. When could have I fallen asleep? With all the things going on in my head and in my body last night, I thought I'd never sleep again. Oh, yes, I remember everything I thought and felt and imagined last night. I'm running around my room getting ready for school thinking about it. I time my exit well enough to manage to avoid talking to my mom. She's the one person I can't face this morning, apart from my dad of course.

It's weird, but I'm so preoccupied about my emerging incestuous feelings that I can't be bothered to wonder what people my think about me getting dumped. I get this dumb smile on my face sometimes, when my mind drifts into fantasies about last night. Fantasies in which dad feels the same as I do. Fantasies in which his fingers stray from the nice, chaste caresses and dare deeper and bolder.

I sit with my legs crossed tightly and I made sure I'm wearing a pair of panties that chafe against my clit. I squeeze my thighs and the smallest shift in my position is shooting bolts of pleasure through my body. I shut my eyes tight when I think about my dad forcing my thighs open and shoving his hard cock in my dripping wet pussy. I don't even know what class I'm in when this happens. I know I have to go straight to the bathroom and make myself come as soon as this class ends.

I go through cheerleading practice on auto pilot. I have the dumb-happy-guilty smile on my face when I make a mistake and it's pointed out to me. I don't need to hear them to know the suppositions vary from 'she lost her mind after Mark dumped her' to 'she's in love'.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaim loudly, looking at my watch. "I gotta be home, like ... NOW!"

I'm making a show of it just because I hate to have them know I left without showering. Truth is I want to be home as early as possible to get those moments alone with my dad. I'll shower at home. I plan to leave the door open and I absolutely have to touch myself. I'll be thinking about him accidentally passing by the door left ajar and it would be nothing wrong if he saw me naked, if he saw me masturbating. He won't know I dream about him pushing the door open and fucking the hell out me.

I beat my personal best driving home. His car's already there and I shiver. I rush inside the house and the first thing I want to do is throw my clothes off and jump in the shower. But I have to keep appearances. So, I do what I usually do when I know he's home.