Without fumbling, the young brunette popped the snap to her blue jeans and unzipped them. Her fingers tucked under the tops and with a provocative wiggle worked the jeans down to step out of when they were around her ankles. She stood for a minute, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of yellow bikini panties, her head turning to her step-cousin. The boy's own attention was directed to peeling away his T-shirt and skinning down his own jeans.
Frank stared at his daughter. Her legs were long and tan, shapely carves and inviting, sleek thighs – thighs he now knew were no strangers to the feel of a man. Something stirred within him with that realization, something he tried to ignore, buried deep at the back of his mind.
But it was something that refused to remain buried, as his eyes rose up to the temptation of his daughter's legs, delving into the inviting "Y" of her crotch. There, beneath the thin fabric of her panties, he could see the dark patch of her pubic hair – the bulging mound of her womanhood.
His groin tightened with lust, with want for the forbidden treasure of her young body. He tried to fight such thoughts, to push them from his mind. But his own body betrayed him. He felt the stiffness of lust creeping into his cock, lengthening it, swelling it.
His eyes darted to Bret. The boy stripped away his jockey shorts and stood naked before his step-cousin. His own arousal was more than apparent. Hard and long, his young prick shafted out from his groin at a forty-five degree angle. It was not the penis of a boy, but that of a man. Its blood-engorged head glistened with crystal droplets of pre-seminal fluid. The same juices that now moistened the tip of Frank's shaft.
Karen's eyes were riveted to the thick stalk of cock twitching and jerking in the air. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them. Her nostrils flared with arousal and a determined expression moved across her face.
With her step-cousin's eyes following her every move, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and languidly squirmed from them. As she bent to free them from her ankles, her tits swung from her chest, swaying like ripe, young pendulums.
Then she stood, giving the young man standing before her an unobstructed view of her nakedness.
The same view was shared by her father, still hidden in the bushes. Frank's loins were tense and hot. His cock was rigid, bone-hard with lust. It strained at his pants, as though it were going to rip through the fabric.
"Come here," he heard Bret whisper.
Karen responded, moving into the arms of her step-cousin with eager alacrity. Her arms encircled his waist. She pressed her unashamed nakedness against his body. His own arms encircled her and they kissed, their mouths once more opening to each other.
Anger and lust burning within him, Frank watched. He could see his daughter clearly. He could see her work a thigh against the turgid length of her stopcocks's cock and rub against it. A silvery trail of pre-seminal fluid glistened on her leg, shining in the afternoon sun.
They were pressed together so tightly! Her young breasts flattened against Bret's chest, their contours pancaking out and bulging at the sides. He could almost feel the stiff young nipples that were digging into the young man's chest, felt their hardness against his own flesh. His flesh against the flesh of his daughter. He shuddered with desire and revulsion. Father and daughter together, it was unthinkable! Unthinkable!
Yet the thought would not leave his mind!
As he watched, the youth ran a hand down Karen's side, drifting over her thigh for a moment. Then, with Frank's eyes glued to its movement, the hand eased between her legs.
The young brunette's thighs spread, widening themselves for her stopcocks's intimate caress. She moaned with desire as his fingertips wove through the soft, brown down covering her vulva. Then she groaned when the hand suddenly clamped down and squeezed the womanly mound of her sex.
He kneaded at her, massaging the plump, fleshy gateway to her body. Moving on its own accord, her body responded. Her hips undulated and swayed in little hunching motions. She rubbed herself into his palm, sighing with the pleasure his expert manipulation was creating within her cunt.
Eventually, when he felt the moist, warm flow of her juices well from the lips of her cunt and dampen his palm, Bret stopped his kneading. While his mouth covered hers and his tongue thrusted toward her throat, he tickled a finger up into the hot confines of the girl's pussy.
Karen moaned, her body squirming atop the impaling digit. Deeper the finger entered her, sinking all the way to the third knuckle. Her young hips hunched. She fucked herself on her step-cousin's finger.
Easing back from the sexy brunette, Bret used his free hand to cup one of the tempting cones of tit-flesh. He squeezed his fingers into the pliant flesh, molding it, kneading it. The girl quaked, trembling with mounting need. Her lips parted from his and her head arched back, lolling on her shoulders.
Immediately, the young man's head ducked to her chest. His mouth opened wide and captured the alluring tip of her unoccupied breast. His cheeks hollowed deeply as he sucked. His step-cousin arched her back a bit, pushing her chest into his face, smothering him in the luxury of her fleshy treasures.
So wanton, Frank couldn't believe his daughter was so wanton. She was a vessel of lust, a chalice of carnal pleasure. She gave herself to her step-cousin, enjoying his obvious knowledge of her young body.
Gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine while Bret's finger, slick with womanly lubricants, eased in and out of the pink lips of her cunt. She moaned as the young man's lips and tongue nibbled at the delicate morsel of her young nipple.
And while Frank watched, his daughter's hands drifted down to the youth's crotch. Her long, graceful fingers toyed over the rigid length of his cock. Lightly her fingertips played over the bludgeoning pole. She teased at the swollen glans, moistening the nut-like crown with the clear juices oozing from its slitted mouth. Up and down she stroked, tracing the thick vein running the length of the underside of the lust-engorged rod.
And then, she reached between her step-cousin's thighs to allow his ball bag to nestle in her open palm. Lovingly, her fingers moved over the wrinkled sac. The youth trembled, his knees weakening under the onslaught of sensations brought by her intimate caresses.
Frank's own balls ached just watching his daughter's expert hands. He could feel the coolness of her fingers gliding up and down the swollen length of his own cock. He trembled at the thought of her fingertips testing his ball bag, feeling the weight of his testicles.
His own hand moved down to the crotch of his pants to rub at the straining length pushing from his groin. Then he realized what he had done and pulled his hand back. It was wrong! A father should not have such desires for his daughter. They were unnatural lusts, forbidden desires.
Still, his body was on fire. He realized that he wanted to be Bret, to be the one standing in his daughter's arms.
"In me," he heard Karen moan in a husky, lustful voice. "I want to feel this in me."
Her hands clamped around the fleshy javelin her step-cousin sported. She jacked at its throbbing presence as if to be sure he understood what she wanted.
There were no problems in communications. With one last kiss to her tantalized breast, Bret's head lifted. Then he eased his entrenched finger from the wet lips of her pussy.
The young brunette lowered herself to the grass, stretching out on her back. Her thighs, smooth and satiny, spread in an open invitation. Her pubic moss now glistened wetly with the juices of her own arousal. And beneath that soft fur, her pussy waited, its plump lips slightly pouting in anticipation.
The young man stood over her, his eyes taking in the feast of his step-cousin's wanton body. Her breasts were like shimmering domes, satin-covered pillows with a stiff button jutting from the center of each.