I got safely to my room with no clothes on. I glanced to Dad's room. Their door was always left open, the little light from the stair night lights faded to darkness quickly as I looked through the door.
"Night Daddy," I whispered, turning and heading to my room.
"Good night Baby," Daddy called softly.
I grinned to myself, my body warming. I was Daddy's baby girl. I was Daddy's, my heart, my soul, and my sex. My cunt throbbed at the thought. I ducked quickly into my room, headed into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with a thud. I looked around the walls to see if I could spot a camera. Nothing out of the ordinary I concluded. Grabbing some paper, I wiped my butt, cleaning my backside, dropping the paper into the toilet. I grabbed a second piece of paper, cleaning my slit top to bottom. I let it drop silently as well. I headed to my dresser, grabbing an old, worn pair of panties. It would absorb lots of fluid I thought.
I crawled into bed, my mind running 100 mph. I pictured his cock, rigid, standing before me, my hands grasping his hard, yet soft pole.
I woke abruptly, the sun shining into my room. Pulling back the covers, I glanced to the clock. 6:33am, almost time to be heading to school. I quickly pulled back the covers, jumped in the shower to get ready for school. As I washed my private parts, I could feel a soreness never anticipated. My butt hurt worst of all, not real bad, but definitely knowing I had been abused. I grinned ear to ear. Abused my ass, the potential pun struck me funny at the time. I took extra time to clean my slit, playing gently with my sore clit. Daddy had worked that over quite hard or so it seemed. One small orgasm my body begged. I obliged, picturing his cock plunging into my depths as I thrashed my clit. It did not take long.
I dressed quickly, ate a quick piece of toast, and headed out the door. A short drive later, I was rushing down the corridor to see Sara. "Morning," I shouted as we approached each other.
"Ok, give it up," she inquired. I glanced around, people mingling all about.
"After practice tonight, before we go out and eat pizza," I stated. "You get the whole story," I grinned. We were scheduled to double date that evening, and would have time to tell her everything before we left the house. She grabbed my wrist, staring into my eyes. She nodded knowingly. Or at least I thought she did. "See you at lunch time," I leaned to her, gave her a hug and was off.
As I sat in class, my body continued to throb. I could feel Daddy buried in my cunt, my ass, his lips on my tits. God it was tough. I was getting hornier by the moment. Heading to lunch a few minutes early, I stopped by the bathroom again, my hand quickly buried between my legs, my fingers working their magic over my swollen clit. It was such a relief to cum, my body tingled, taking a long time to subside. I kept everything under control, my breathing was shallow, but controlled. My audible eruptions were non-existent, my activity was secret. I spent a relatively quiet lunch, listening to Sara, Kay, Brea, and Andi prattle about clothes, weekend plans, their respective dates, and more gossip than I wanted to stomach.
Friday's practices were usually shorter that the rest, I believed the coach wanted to get home to her family. "See you at my place," I told Sara, and was off. I headed home, got in a good, long hot shower, and was wrapped in a towel painting my toes when Sara arrived.
"Ok secrets," she started, plopping on the bed beside me. I painted my toe as she bounced. I glared at her. "Sorry," she said. She sat looking at me. Nothing more was said for a couple minutes. "Well," she finally blurted.
Finishing my toe, I hung the towel, stood stark naked in front of her for an instant, and headed into my room. "Well, a long story short," I started, cut off abruptly.
"Nope," she interrupted. "No short story," she pleaded. She hesitated, looking to my face for answers. "We talked, you were going to watch a movie," she stated. "Start there," she finished.
I pulled one leg into my panties, my mind flashing back to my attire. "In one of his stories, his daughter dressed in night shirts without anything underneath. Well, that's where I started," I offered her. I wiggled my bottom in my skin tight panties, thumbs rolling around the band to flatten the material against my waist. I flattened my palms, fingers pointing down, fanned them from my middle outwards smoothing over my mound.
I stopped to stare at her. "About the first thing I did when I got down there was flash him a peek of my crotch," I whispered in her direction.
"No way," she said, staring in disbelief.
"I did," I responded. "And asked 'if he was up for it'" I continued. "He responded 'he would get up for it'," I laughed. "We danced around the subject, sharing popcorn so he would sit next to me," I continued. "We watched a sexy movie, the actress flashes a room full of men," I hesitated, remembering the scene. "I asked if he thought I was sexy," I stated abrupty. "He told me I was incredibly sexy, and he would be chasing me all over if he were younger," I finished.
"Really," Sara quizzed. "Did you have sex with him," she blurted out.
"Sara," I said, my tone abrupt. "I'll tell you the whole story my way," I continued. I jumped into the closet, selecting a pair of jeans and shirt for my evening out. "I told him I thought he would want me even now," I said. I glanced to the door, listening for any noises. I did not want to be discovered telling my details. "He said his sex life had changed big time as Momma got older, and he created a fantasy sex life through writing stories," I explained.
"Does he know we found his stories on his computer," she asked, interjecting quickly.
"No," I said. "He assumes I found the web site somehow," I continued again. "And he assumed I knew what he wrote about," I haltered to a stop. "He asked why I had flashed him a look at my crotch earlier," I added. "And then he moved to me, his hand sliding up my thigh, his lips brushed over mine," I said, reaching to touch my lips. Closing my eyes to remember, I slid my hand down over my body slowly. "His hand caressed up my thigh, hesitating just inches below my pussy," I volunteered. I could not breathe again.