“Good night,” Meredith said. In the darkness she watched him pull up his pajama bottoms.
“Good night baby,” he whispered. He quietly closed the door and left her in the darkness.
She pulled the sheets up and inhaled deeply. They had trapped that man smell, but there was also the smell of her own body. If Mom smelled these sheets she would know she was having sex in her own bed and she would demand to know with whom. She would not be able to tell her it was with her father, so she decided to wash the sheets herself and avoid having to explain what she had done.
She stroked her body all over as she lay naked under the sheets. Her pussy was dripping with fresh cum. She fell asleep dreaming that Daddy was in her bed fucking her all night.
The next day her dream filled her mind for the whole day and she walked around school with wet panties in her jeans. Sitting in class, she pictured herself in his bed and he fucking her with his big, thick thing and it was sliding in and out of her fast and hard, just like he had done yesterday afternoon. The images in her head got her so hot she had to excuse herself in the middle of class to go to the restroom and get herself off.
“Guess what,” Meredith said when she found Charlie at the end of the day.
“What?”
Meredith leaned close and whispered in her ear. “My Dad fucked me yesterday.”
“No way,” Charlie said in astonishment.
“Yes. It happened.”
“Was it good?”
“It was the best.” Meredith beamed. She was so proud of her father for being such a good lover.
“I’m fucking my Dad, too,” Charlie said and shut her locker.
Meredith suddenly looked disappointed. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You’re just making it up because I fucked my Dad.”
“No I’m not. You just told me you were fucking your Dad and I believed you.”
“Ok, I believe you. Is he a good lover?”
“He’s the best. Do you want to come over and watch me do it with him?”
“Yes,” Meredith said.
“Good. Let’s go. Maybe you can do it with him, too.”
They arrived giggling like a couple of girls with a secret. When they saw Joe they were suddenly quiet, but they ran giggling back to Charlie’s room and shut the door. He shook his head and went back to finishing the snack he made for Charlie every day when she got home. He set the plates and the glasses on the coffee table in front of the tv and went to Charlie’s room to get the girls. He heard them giggling and the noise stopped as soon as he knocked.
“Come in,” Charlie said.
Joe opened the door and stuck his head in. Meredith was sitting on Charlie’s bed and Charlie was standing in the middle of the room. Both girls were naked from the waist down. Spilled all over the floor was an assortment of clothes, lingerie and leather that he had bought for Charlie.
“What are you two doing?” he said.
“Just trying on clothes,” Charlie said. Meredith looked embarrassed.
Joe just nodded. “I’ve got your snack ready anytime you’re ready for it.”
“Ok,” Charlie said.
He closed the door. The moment it clicked shut, the girls inside squealed with laughter. He went back to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.
Charlie and Meredith rolled on the bed, laughing hard. They wound up laying side by side, their bare legs intertwined.
“Are you really gonna do it with him?” Meredith said.
“Yeah. I hope you’re gonna do it, too.”
“Does he have a big one?”
“Yeah. It’s big.”
“My Daddy has one that’s this big,” Meredith said, holding her hands apart a little bit wider than she remembered her Dad’s penis. “How big is you Dad’s?”
Charlie held her hands about a foot apart.
“No way,” Meredith said.
“Yes way.”
“Oh my god.”
“So are you gonna do it?”
“I guess so.”
“I have an idea. If he cums in my mouth, I won’t swallow it,” Charlie said.
“Why not?”
“Because then we can kiss and share it.”
“That sounds cool,” Meredith said.
“Good,” Charlie said and jumped up from the bed. “Let’s find something cool to wear for him.”
Joe was disappointed when the girls came out wearing the clothes they had come home in. As they sat on the floor in front of him and laughed with each other like he wasn’t even there, he imagined how they had looked in some of the items Charlie had. The images in his mind of them wearing black leather boots and lace panties gave him a tremendous erection. Their bodies were developing rapidly. Charlie herself was more like a woman-child than a girl.
He shifted his penis in his pants so it was lodged more comfortably along his thigh in his jeans, which made a ridge that stretched almost to his knee like a mountain range on a relief map. He wasn’t sure how Meredith would react to seeing his erection displayed that way, but he didn’t really care. He had a feeling the girls were up to something, so he had no problem letting them see that his penis was hard.
During a commercial Charlie looked at him. Her eyes went down to his lap and she smiled. She leaned over to Meredith and whispered something in her ear. She looked puzzled for a second, but she turned and looked in his lap, directly at the ridge in his jeans. Her eyes grew wide. She leaned over to Charlie and whispered something in her ear. Charlie nodded.
“Would you like to see what we decided to wear?” she said. She was resting back on her arms, her legs folded under her. Meredith was squirming and chewing her bottom lip.
“I’d love to see it,” Joe said. His penis was throbbing.
Charlie pulled her shirt off over her head and pushed her jeans down. She was wearing a low-cut grey satin bra with lace trim and matching crotchless panties. The straps of the panties were French cut over her sensuous hips. The strap in the back disappeared between the round, white cheeks of her ass and the bra cups were cut low enough to reveal her hard nipples.
Meredith undressed as well, but slowly, as if she was reluctant. She wore a tiny black leather bra that squeezed her young, plump breasts up and made them look larger than they were. On her hips she wore a lacy white garter belt that held up sheer, thin white stockings, but she wore no panties. Her legs were firm and supple and filled out the stockings more like the legs of a grown woman.
“How do we look?” Charlie said, spinning like a model. Meredith was still acting shy. She hid behind her long hair and held her hands clasped in front of her as if to cover herself.
