Chapter 19

Second Day/Night

- Anna

He sets me to my feet and tells me what to do. I find it next to impossible to think about acting normal. I'll do my best, but all I want is to feel him close again. I want his mouth on me, I want his cock in me. Mouth or pussy. I need him so much. My heart soars when he says that calling in sick sounds like a good idea. The way he looks at me is enough to tell me that he wants me too. As if shooting his load in my mouth wasn't a clue. As if his eagerness to eat my pussy in the middle of the day with mom in the house isn't enough. He wants me too.

"Yes, daddy. You're right."

I walk slowly back to my room. The noises coming out of my mother's room fill me with guilt. I should stop. I should pretend nothing happened. I should do my best to forget anything ever happened.

In my room, I see the drawer open and the panties are a ruffled. I remember that I made my dad come in here to bring me a pair. The image of his hands in them makes me whimper, and my hand slides down on me. I press with all my fingers over my pussy, faint shudders coursing through me. I know I'm not going to stop. I will have him.

As soon as I put on a pair of shorts and a bra I go into the bathroom and wash my face thoroughly. I hope the cold water will help.

When I'm back in the kitchen both my parents are there. Mom pokes fun of me for not finishing dinner. I smile and I look at my dad with my usual "oops" smile.

"I'll find something to make it up to dad for helping me."

I saunter toward him, and standing on my toes I kiss his cheek.

"Thanks, dad," I say and I go straight for the salad bowl, and shoving a fork in it. "I was sooo hungry," I say with my mouth full.

- James

I watch Anna's sweet bottom as she heads to her bedroom. I stand there a few seconds thinking about the situation. I shake my head and feel a twinge of guilt. I love the sensations. I love the sight of her naked body. "But she's your daughter," I remind myself.

I push the guilt down and consider the rest of the evening. I am going to have to act normally. I still feel the taste of her pussy on my lips. I quickly pull open the refrigerator and grab some orange juice. I pop open the top and take a deep drink. "I caught you," I suddenly hear my wife's voice from behind me.

I cough hard feeling the orange juice trying to go down the wrong pipe. Putting down the jar I turn and look at my wife. She laughs. "Serves you right for drinking from the jar. I don't know how many times I've told you to use a glass. You want to spread your germs over the entire house?

She advances and kisses me. I consider the irony that I had just kissed my daughter and am now kissing her. A much quicker way to transmit germs that drinking out of the OJ jar. But I don't tell her that of course...

"Where's Anna?" she asks me looking around the kitchen.

"I think she's in her room. She finished the salad but I want something more."

"Well she should have known to make more than just a salad."

We work together and heat up the chicken fairly quickly. Soon Anna joins us. She takes a little teasing from her mother about dinner. I watch her face closely afraid for a second that she will break down. But she smiles and says "I'll find something to make it up to dad for helping me." and then comes and kisses me on the cheek.

She breaks off the kiss and grabs the salad bowl and a fork stealing a bite. "I was so hungry."

"Anna, I swear you're as bad as your father," my wife scolds her. "Use a plate. We don't need to catch any of your germs."

I turn away and open up the cabinets pulling out some plates and heading for the table. "Alright everyone let's eat."

- Anna

Yeah, I'm as bad as my father...