I am going through my wonderfully secluded house one last time to ensure everything is perfect. The plastic covers everything I need it to for what I have planned and he won't see anything out of place until I want him to. My father is far too controlled to take the first step, which leaves me no other choice. I have to be the one to start what we both want and my plan is perfect.
I get a text from my mother and see another lie about him. She will not turn me away from him, since I know the truth. My brothers may believe those disgusting things, but I never will. They tried to keep their arguments quiet, but I heard every one of them. My brothers were always able to sleep through anything and live their oblivious lives, but I am far from that.
I recall the first argument and was a little taken back by my father asking my mother to do something I had never considered as erotic. It was completely out of the blue and I knew he must have gotten the idea from somewhere. She was never very computer literate and had no idea what cookies are, nor was she able to check the history.
I waited until I was alone in the house and had to see what my father was looking at, since I started to have strange fantasies based on their arguments. There was no lock on anything, since he was almost as illiterate as her. I found one of the videos he had been watching and my jaw dropped.
I watched as a woman was on her knees with a dick in her hand and he started to pee on her tits. My fingers reached between my clothes and my flesh as I was getting very excited about what was before me. It must have been a compilation, because just as the man started dripping it cut to a woman bending over a man's face. My fingers found my hard clit and I came quickly as she started to pee into his open mouth.
It was very addictive to watch those videos that my father had pleasured himself while watching. I have no idea how I got away with the orgasms on his chair, but no one seemed to notice anything. They were too busy fighting and my brothers were starting to take sides. That was before she started to spread those lies.
I was wearing loose fitting shorts and no panties to make it easy for me to pleasure myself. I selected the most recent one he had watched and I could not believe my eyes. The brunette looked just like me and she was playing the role of a daughter. Incest had never crossed my mind until that moment and I started to see my father in a whole new light.
I started to combine the fantasies and my orgasms became stronger. The idea of me and my father pissing on each other was enough to drive me crazy. Add in being taken by my father and the orgasms became mind-blowing. I tried to hint my willingness any way I could, but he never caught the signals I had been sending.
The arguments were getting worse and I was not able to spend as much time at home alone as I needed. I knew I could no longer stay in that house, since he would never get the hint. I was looking for the perfect house that we would both love and find some way to get him there alone with me. It was painstaking work, but I found the perfect one and my father loved it. He was more than willing to pick up the second mortgage, just so long as he got to visit as often as he liked.
I spent a great deal of time trying to determine what it would feel like to be pissed on by him. I would stand outside and relieve myself and let my piss run down my legs. It felt good, but not great. I even tried taking clothes walks around the property, while letting myself go with the knowledge no one would see the massive wet spot. It felt alright, but still not what I needed.
While I tried to find some way to feel him without his actual piss, he did visit often. The problem was that he was never alone. The divorce would soon come and we all knew it was just a matter of time. My mother had already moved out and started her psychological warfare to win us over to her side, which worked far too well with my brothers.
Up until about a month ago, there was still one trying to win me over to their side. My other brothers had stopped all communication with me, which is just fine by me. I guess calling my mother a lying bitch was the last straw, since there has been no communication from him since. My mother is the only one still trying to convince me just how wronged she was, but it will never work. I am tempted to suggest a little honesty, but that won't happen. She is starting to believe her own lies and I have not responded to a single attempt she has made to reach me since she moved out.
I look at the white dress I am wearing and know it will have the effect I want when he pisses on me. I had no way of trying it with actual piss, but water poured over my tits showed what I wanted. My tits pressed through the fabric and darkened a little, but my hard nipples caught my attention the most. They are darker than my pale flesh and stood out wonderfully against the mist of the fabric. I am wearing nothing else, since there is nothing more needed to finally have him.
I have been trying to get him here for quite a while and it took my twenty-first birthday to make it happen. He has been very depressed since the lying bitch left and I had no problem driving out to visit. The drives always had the sense of anticipation that something would happen, but it never did. He refused to see what I have been hinting at for years. I swear I could have shown up to his front door completely naked and he would have been oblivious.
I hear the knock and smile, since there is no one else coming today. I had to lie, but my intention is far different than her intentions. Mine is to bring him happiness, which is the last thing she wants. I push the thought of my mother back, since she will not ruin this. There is nothing that can stop what I have planned and we'll both be able to start living our fantasies very soon.
I open the door wide for my father and know he wants to look at my body. "Hi, dad."
He smiles brightly at me, while I try to play coy. "Hi, Becky. Happy birthday. Guess I'm a little early."
I am having a hard time containing myself, since I desperately want to tell him everything. "Thanks, dad. Your just a little early, but it gives us a chance to talk. Come on in."
I continue to hold the door open wide as I let him pass with beer in hand. I had to think of something for him to get me, since he was so eager and I knew it had to be something needed to be taken to the kitchen. I blush a little as I feel his body press softly against mine and close the door behind him.
It is very difficult to control myself as I see him take a couple of bottles out and set the rest in the refrigerator. He hands me an open bottle and my fingers rest briefly on his hand. Despite my growing urge to tell him, I take the bottle from his hand and know I need to do something to lessen this urge.
I throw my arms over his body and hold him close to ensure he can feel my nipples. All I want is a sign from him, but feel nothing growing that should. Knowing it will take more work to make this happen, I release my arms and stare longingly into our shared brown eyes. I am glad I look nothing like my mother, since he will never see her when he is with me.
