Chapter 9

First Night - Anna

He's touching me. He's probably done this a million times before but it's the first time I feel like this. Maybe it's because I'm constantly aroused these days. Or maybe it's the strange, intimate talk we just had. Or maybe it's the sounds I heard coming from my parents' room earlier. Whatever the cause, the feel of his hand over my arm, my hip, my neck makes me want to moan and beg him to keep going, to push aside the flimsy bathrobe, to pull up the hem of my T-shirt and caress my bare flesh.

He probably thinks I'm asleep. He turned the TV down a little, and soon, too soon, he stops touching me. He probably imagines he'll wake me up if he keeps caressing me. I'm too aroused right now. Time to take a chance. I shift a little as if I'm about to wake up.

"Ugh, daddy," I whine and sigh, and reach for his arm 'in my sleep', wrapping it around my waist and placing his hand on my belly. "My tummy aches," I mumble and move his hand over my stomach in a circular rubbing motion.

My tummy aches indeed. It's that tight, hot feeling I get sometimes. Sometimes when a boy kisses me. Sometimes when I read a naughty story. And definitely every time I see certain scenes of "American Beauty".

- James

Oh God, I don't think I can take much more of this! I am just getting my cock and my mind under control when Anna grabs my hand and muttering something about her tummy hurting puts my hand on her belly. I know it's just a natural response something we've done all her life. But this time I can barely fight the overwhelming urge to break the rules. I continue the rubbing circular motions for a few seconds and then change it up by starting to rub my hand side to side over her belly. Her flat, soft yet firm belly.

After a few seconds her shirt slides up on one of my strokes and when my hand slides to the other direction it moves down faster than the shirt does. I'm touching her bare skin now. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensation in my fingers. How can just the simple touch of bare skin be such a turn on for me? But it is. My cock is hard again, stiff as a board. With the shift she made to pull my hand to her belly put her upper shoulder only inches away from my full erection. If she were to slide over just a little bit more and wake up she can't help but know something is up.

But I can't stop. Anna's shirt has slide up over her belly now. In the light of the TV I can look down occasionally and watch my hand as it traces out a path from below her belly button and then up. I begin to move my hand in bigger and bigger circles and then more up and down. I move lower down and then higher up. "I should not be doing this." I think to myself as my fingers get closer and closer to her waistline and then on the next cycle to her lovely tit mounds. Suddenly I move just a bit too far and my fingertip brushes up against the hemline of her panties.