My eyes followed Annabelle's thong-clad ass around the kitchen idly as she pottered about that evening. My mind played back the afternoon's filthy fun with lascivious glee. It was only Marty's agonized throat-clearing that drew attention to the fact that we weren't alone together any more. I kept the grimace of annoyance from my face and took my eyes away from Anna's cute butt for a minute.
Marty and his girlfriend Rita were sat at the kitchen table sipping on their Gin and Tonics -- that boy had learned bad drinking habits off his mother. What was wrong with a goddamned beer, I wanted to know?
They were both looking at me strangely. Marty seemed mildly horrified by my blatant appreciation of his sister's behind. Rita... well there was shock on that pretty face for sure, but I sensed a little something else too. I gave them both an easy grin and took a sip of beer. I know I should've been worried at that point -- maybe concerned that I was gonna get found out... but I was still riding the high of what had happened earlier. I felt untouchable.
"Do you guys want some salsa in your tacos?" asked Anna with her head in the fridge. I refrained from making an off-color comment.
My son and his pale-but-pretty girlfriend murmured their responses and in short order the four of us were sat around stuffing Mexican food down our faces and all the awkwardness of a moment ago was forgotten. As home-made Mexican goes, this little knocked-together meal was extremely satisfying. It was just what I needed to refuel my batteries before having a second round between my daughter's thighs.
Anna kept looking at me throughout the meal. Her bee-stung lips kept quirking up at the corners into a secretive little smile that dimpled her cheeks adorably. I met those big blue eyes with my own and smiled back confidently. Her cheeks went pink and she dropped her eyes to her plate, biting her bottom lip coyly. Damn but I wanted to fuck her right then!
My eyes drifted back to my son and his girl and my smile faded into mild disgruntlement. How the hell was I gonna get rid of these two idiots?
It was at that point that I realized that maybe I didn't have to get rid of them at all. I smiled again, this time directing it at Rita. She looked slightly startled at my sudden attention.
"Would you like another drink?" I asked and Marty looked at me suspiciously -- he knew my usual attitude to him drinking heavily in the house and though he could see I was up to something, he obviously hadn't twigged my true motives.
"What's going on?" asked Marty flatly as I poured drinks. I grinned at him annoyingly.
"Can't a father have a drink with his son when he wants to?" I asked and Anna giggled slightly into her own drink. I'd have to make sure she didn't have much more -- didn't want her passing out on me later.
I pretended to take a deep drink from my beer and turning managed to subtly pour the remnants down the sink. I got out another and sat down next to Marty.
"Look -- your mom's away for a few days and I just thought it'd be nice to have some father-son time." I said, "Your sister and I had such a nice time this afternoon that it made me stop and think. We don't do enough of that kind of stuff in our family and that's why we've been drifting apart, you know?"
He nodded uncertainly and took a sip of his drink. Anna was trying to stop herself laughing. She knew what I really meant by 'that kind of stuff'. I wonder whether she knew where I was going with this.
Rita was looking a little uncomfortable and seemed on the verge of getting up and leaving us to have some time alone. I suddenly no longer wanted her to leave. I was intrigued to see how far I could take this.
"Rita, honey -- don't go." I said with a fond smile, "You're practically family now anyway... lets all just have a few drinks and enjoy the evening sun outside."
Rita seemed genuinely touched by my including her and beamed at me prettily. Marty grinned his thanks at me as I slapped him on the back and stood, exaggerating my drunkenness to walk unsteadily out onto the patio. Anna caught up with me hurriedly and slipped her small hand into mine.
"What are we doing daddy?" she asked and I looked at her closely, seeing the nervousness she'd been hiding so well up to that point. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Just wait an see, honey-bear." I murmured back and she shrugged a little fatalistically. I was going to have to instill in her a bit more confidence in my decision making abilities.
The drinks continued to flow, and soon enough the sun was dipping low and we were bathed in the soft-white electric light of our patio-lamps. They had solar-powered bulbs that charged up in the day time -- stupid gimmicky little things. I bided my time looking for an opportunity... something, anything that would show me what my next move should be.
In the end it was Anna who provided me with that opportunity. She didn't even have to be prompted (bless her sweet, slutty nature). Quite drunk by this point (it was around nine pm) Anna drained the glass of schnapps she'd been sipping on and announced that she was going for a swim.
"Not a bad idea." I agreed as she stood up. Now -- she'd been sitting on my lap for the last half hour or so and I'm probably not going to shock you by saying at that point I was pitching a fair ole tent in my swimming shorts. Thankfully Marty's eyes were glued to his sister as she wandered gracefully to the pool.
"I think I'll go too," he slurred and raised an eyebrow at Rita who rolled her eyes.
"OK -- I'll go get my costume from the car." she sighed and my ears pricked up.
"Why don't you just skinny-dip?" I suggested hopefully. Marty guffawed drunkenly, thinking I was joking. Rita stared at me wide-eyed. Her gaze dropped for just a second to the obvious bulge in my shorts and her cheeks flushed pink.
"No way!" she said emphatically. I hesitated then, and maybe I was just fooling myself, but I thought I saw a glimmer of interest in her eyes. Almost as if the shyness was a total front. My eyes narrowed.
"Come on Rita!" I said with the most reassuring voice I could manage, "We'll all do it, won't we Marty? It'll be fun!" Marty gaped at me and chuckled a bit more. The idiot was drunk as a fart -- he hadn't a clue of my intentions for him and his pretty young girlfriend.
"Ummm..." Rita's big green eyes glanced from me to Marty hazily, "only if you do it first?" she slurred triumphantly. She thought she'd saved herself an embarrassment... how wrong could she be.
I stood up proudly and with no further a word whipped off my trunks and threw them into the pool gaining me an impromptu round of applause from my daughter who'd been watching from the shallows.
"Way to go dad!" she giggled and wolf-whistled and giggled some more. Definitely no more alcohol for her tonight. I bowed to the pool and again to Marty and Rita who was staring from my face to my dick and back with an incredulous little smile.
"Well?" I asked and she blinked in confusion.
"What? - You want me to rate you out of ten or something?" She said with laughter in her voice. I shook my head.
"Your turn, Rita." I said quietly and something in my voice made the smile slip from her face. She glanced from me to Marty and back uncertainly. Marty was so drunk he was really barely aware of anything anymore. She licked her lips nervously and I nodded firmly, looking her straight in the eye. She could have had no illusions as to where I was taking this but she still didn't seem to quite believe it.
Rita's fingers rose numbly to fumble with the small buttons of her summer blouse. Her cheeks were tinged pink and she seemed to be breathing more heavily. Was this turning her on? I grinned, wondering whether she'd fantasized about fucking her boyfriend's dad before... the look in her eye told me yes, the little slut.
Anna stumbled back up onto the patio, water dripping off her lithe young body. Rita paused, unsure whether to continue.
"Go on." I said as Anna dumped herself unceremoniously on her brother's lap. Marty moaned incomprehensibly.
Rita's blouse slipped away and I chuckled to see the silver studs in her nipples which were rock hard already. Her breasts were smaller than Anna's but firm and round -- lovely. She stood and hesitantly shimmied out of her skimpy dark skirt. As she dragged her lacy white panties down I started massaging my stiff prick openly. She let out a little moan of horny disbelief as I stepped forward and pushed her (gently) down to the paving slabs.
"Anna!" I called and my daughter raised her head from where it had been pillowed on her now-unconscious brother's shoulder with bleary eyes.
"Get down here and pay some attention to your brother's girlfriend!" Anna slowly moved to obey, though a little slowly.
Anna knelt beside Rita who was staring up at us in a daze, her dark hair laid about her head on the patio like a midnight halo. I pointed and Anna lowered her mouth to Rita's firm rounded little tits. My son's girlfriend moaned and lifted her hips as I slid two fingers inside her slippery little hole.
"Oh god!" she whimpered sexily, "This is fucking nasty!"
