It was going to be like this for a long time to come, Lucinda thought miserably. Just when she had found a magical union that drew her and Steve and Dawn together closer and tighter than they had ever thought of being before, Dad had to come along and said that their newfound love for each other was wrong.
Maybe it was, the young teen reflected. Maybe she had known it was unnatural and evil in the rest of the world's eyes.
But God, did it feel beautiful! Lucinda couldn't bring herself to believe that anything so joyous and so caring as the way she and Dawn and Steve had felt earlier tonight – when they had all come together – could be as wrong as everyone thought it was. As nasty a thing as Daddy thought it was!
The young girl flipped over onto her back, her naked body squirming this way and that in an effort to get comfortable. But there was no comfort. Lucinda's mind kept spinning over all the incredible things that had happened to her today and tonight.
Just reviewing what had gone on soon had the little nymph's pussy wet with cunt-oil and her tits firm and hard beneath the sheet and covers. Lucinda fingered her pussy unashamedly thankful for the instant relief from her worries that just a nudge to her half-erect clit gave her.
What a powerful force sex was! Lucinda realized. Even now, in the depths of her despair, the hot emotions emanating from her juicy little cunt were strong enough to banish her fears for at least the time it took her to come.
The little girl remembered back to this after noon, when she had been coming and Steve had burst into the room. Her need not to be embarrassed by coming in front of her brother had been intense but not as strong as her need to come had been! And, it proved to be the same way later in the afternoon when Dawn looked up in the kitchen and saw Lucinda finger-frigging herself to orgasm, the little girl remembered.
Lucinda reviewed the events of the day, and the scenes in the bedroom last night when she had watched Steve and Dawn fuck for the first time. She played it all back right up to the moment it had all crumbled apart, when Daddy had slammed into the room, his large body filling the shadow doorway.
All of a sudden it all came together for Lucinda. She could see her father clearly now in her mind's eye. And she realized what she had missed before, what she had been too frightened and panicked to remember earlier: her father had fire in his eye when he stomped into the room – but he also had a bulge. A huge bulge, right at the front of his loose-fitting slacks!
He'd been watching us! Lucinda realized. For no telling how long before he had opened the door with such fury, Chet Collins had been peeking through the keyhole, watching his three kids fuck their brains out!
Lucinda knew how to end the hostilities around her now. She thought about what a powerful, driving force, sexual need could be. She thought about how long it had been since Mama had died and how Daddy always came right home from work, to be with his kids. How he denied himself dating time because he didn't think it was fair to put his personal life above his kids' welfare.
All of that was very noble, Lucinda reflected, a smile creeping onto her pretty face. Very sweet… She began to grin.
It took only seconds to knock on Dawn's door softly and whisper the plan to her. The statuesque blonde nodded eagerly and closed the door, wishing her baby sister good luck as she did so.
Lucinda pulled the transparent negligee around her body and made her way quickly to her father's room, before she lost her nerve. The young teen was glad she had been able to convince Dawn that she was the one to try this. Dawn had offered, but Lucinda was sure that this was the right way to go. Dawn was too much a mature, sexy woman at eighteen.
The older girl's lush curves would have put Daddy on guard immediately, almost as if a stranger in a bar somewhere had approached him.
But Lucinda had always been Daddy's baby, the girl thought to herself, as she approached his closed door. That was her edge. Her rapidly growing body was still that of a child in many ways, but it was woman enough in others – or at least Lucinda hoped it was, as she knocked softly on the door.
The handle rattled almost immediately and the light streamed out into the hall and Daddy opened the door. He looked tired as he stood there, towering over Lucinda in his baggy pajamas. It was plain that he hadn't slept a wink.
"What is it?" The man's voice sounded gruff and hard in the stillness.
"Could I come in and talk for a minute, Daddy?" Lucinda asked in the little girl voice she always used when she was trying to charm her father.
It always worked, too, and this time was no exception. Chet Collins' gaunt face softened immediately and the door swung open wide to admit the small girl.
"Sure, kitten, come on in," he told her.
Lucinda sat on the big bed as she waited for her father to close the door. As he joined her and sat down next to her, the petite teenager felt the top of her feather-light robe slipping apart, revealing her pretty tit. The teen leaned forward slightly so that the firm little mound swung out as full and large as it could. She pretended not to notice.
"I wanted to apologize for… for… you know!" Lucinda blurted as if she were deathly ashamed of what her father had witnessed earlier in Dawn's room.
The small blonde whipped her head around, away from Chet as though she was afraid to face him. The action also had the effect of opening Lucinda's gown still farther, revealing still more of her nubile body. She kept up the pretense that she was too distraught to be aware of her exposure.
"Uh, well… you, you should feel… uh, bad, honey," her father stammered in Lucinda's ear. "What you did was… awful. It was… terrible."
Lucinda turned her head away so that she could see the mirror atop her father's big dresser. She was pretty sure she knew what was distracting him so much, but she wanted to confirm her suspicions.
Chet Collins was staring with rapt attention at his youngest daughter's budding tits. The man's gaze was unflinchingly riveted on her bare pink nipples which were entirely visible, unconcealed by Lucinda's half-open robe.
"Oooooh, Daddy, I know it was," Lucinda whispered softly, wiggling and shaking her little tits.
Lucinda craned her neck to see more in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a deepening bulge right at the crotch of her daddy's pajamas! She was definitely reaching him.
"I know I was a bad, bad girl!" Lucinda cooed, almost baby-talking to her father. "But, Daddy, you've got to understand! You've just got to!"
The calculating little teenager turned to her father, her eyes filled with mock-pleading. Lucinda put her hand on her dad's knee, feeling his whole body jerk as if the tiny fingers were putting out electrical charges.
"I didn't mean to be bad," Lucinda said, looking up into her father's tight, troubled face, watching his eyes flit from hers down to her bare chest whenever he thought she wasn't looking.
"It's just that… that I get so… so…"
The little girl let her voice trail off as if she was too ashamed to go on.
"Turned on?" Chet wheezed, his throat just barely able to function.
"Yes! Yes, Daddy, that's it exactly!" Lucinda agreed. "I saw Steve's… his, you know… his… thing. And it was so big and so hard. And it felt so good, it… it tasted so good that I…"
"Tasted?" Chet gasped incredulously.
"Mmmmm, yes!" Lucinda giggled like a delighted five-year-old remembering a visit to Santa. "Yes, Daddy, I just love the way those hot, thick things taste. And when I found out that it feels so good to have one inside you… well I just couldn't help myself! I'm just evil, I guess."
The pert blonde turned her eyes downward and tried to look sad. She eyed her father's pajama bottoms and saw that his cock was bone hard and throbbing beneath the material. It looked incredibly long under there, and Lucinda just couldn't resist moving her hand up her daddy's thigh toward his pulsing cock.