CHAPTER FIVE
When Becky arrived home, she found her father in the kitchen wearing an apron and putting dinner on the table. There were only three places set, and Becky guiltily slid into hers.
"Where's Mom?" she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front of her.
"She had a big meeting with a client," Jim Moon replied, noticing his daughter looked especially radiant. "Do you know where Tom is?"
"Nope," Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food.
"I guess we'll start without him, then," Jim sighed, sitting down himself.
"Yeah, guess so," Becky mumbled.
As she began to eat, Becky tried to stay calm, but it wasn't easy. She was relieved that her mother wasn't there. Somehow her mom always knew when she was lying or trying to hide something. Still, it made her nervous to have to lie right to her father's face. She wished that Tom would hurry up and get his ass home!
Jim watched his daughter move her food around on her plate, arranging it into little piles and then smashing them flat. Obviously something was on the girl's mind, and he wondered what it could be. All the time she and Tom had been spending together lately had not gone unnoticed by their usually quiet father. Still, Jim didn't know exactly how to approach the subject with his daughter, so he just let them finish their meal in silence.
When they were about done, Tom burst in through the back door, school books in hand.
"Sorry Dad, I got hung up." He glanced briefly at Becky. "Where's Mom?"
"She had to work late," Jim said, noticing the odd way his son looked at Becky.
"We didn't know how late you'd be so we've already finished."
"No sweat, Dad," Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and then heading for the living room. "I wanted to catch the end of the game anyway."
Jim didn't say anything as Tom carried his meal to the couch and turn on the television. Such behavior was strictly prohibited when Julie was home, but since she wasn't there, Jim saw no reason the boy couldn't eat wherever he wanted to. Again alone with Becky, Jim pushed back his chair and sighed.
"So, how's school?" he asked.
"What?" Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of the evening, that she didn't hear her father's question.
"I just asked how things were going at school."
"Oh, okay I guess," Becky said, getting up and carrying their dirty dishes to the sink.
As she swept past Jim, he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from her. Had his little girl just been fucked? he asked himself.
Becky had her back to her father as she scraped the plates off and filled the sink with hot water. Her pussy hurt a little bit from the vigorous finger-fucking Tom had given it, and she shifted her thighs, trying to ease her discomfort. Jim noticed her sexy gyrations and cleared his throat loudly.
"Honey, ah, you're getting to be quite a young woman, and ah, if there's every anything you want to talk about, any questions you might have, you know you can come to me and I'll help you all I can."
"Thanks, Dad," Becky murmured, her back still to him.
"I know your mother isn't the kind of person who seems like she'd be easy to talk to about uh, sex, so I want you to know that I'm available to you."
Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together.
As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daughter was turned on for some reason. He watched her ass rock from side to side ever so slightly and found himself wanting Becky, wanting her very much. Sex with his wife was poor at best and, although he didn't want to, he began to imagine what it would be like to fuck his own daughter.
"Do you think you know enough about sex?" he asked, his own blunt question turning him on. "I mean, is there anything you don't understand?"
"I don't know," Becky shrugged, pressing herself tighter against the counter.
Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts returned to the people she had watched fucking earlier that evening. She imagined them to have been father and daughter and the idea of actually getting the chance to have that kind of sexual experience herself began to appeal to her. But could she do it? Could her father do it? she wondered.
At that point Jim wasn't sure himself either. But his daughter drew him like a magnet and he got up and walked over to her. He stood right behind her as she soaped the dishes, his body close enough to her so she could feel his body heat, but not close enough to touch.
"I know it's none of my business honey," he said softly, pushing her hair to one side and caressing her bare neck, "but I don't think you were at your piano lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?"
Becky shrugged.
"Well, it really doesn't matter," Jim said, hugging her to him. At first Becky was stiff in his embrace, but when she felt his hard cock against the crack of her ass, she relaxed. Now she knew that he wanted her just as she wanted him.
"You're right Daddy, I was with a boy tonight," she whispered, rubbing back against him.
"I hope you didn't do anything foolish," Jim panted, his arms holding her tight against him and caressing her curvy sides.
"I didn't let him fuck me, if that's what you mean," Becky said boldly, writhing her ass against his hard-on.
"Have you ever fucked a boy?" Jim asked, his hands moving down the front of her body and to the crotch of her jeans. When she didn't stop him, he rubbed the crux of her thighs.
"Only one," she replied, her cunt fucking under her father's touch.
The top of Becky's blonde head came to just beneath his chin as he pressed himself against her harder than ever. His hands were between her upper thighs, and he could feel the heat of her hot cunt through the fabric of her jeans. Jim didn't believe what he was doing, but kept doing it anyway, his hard-on growing stiffer against Becky's ass.
Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad's hands disappearing between her legs. She rolled her head back against him and sighed. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew that soon she would be taking her father's cock, just like the little brunette had. To speed things along, Becky reached down and unzipped the front of her pants.
"You can stop me any time you want to," her father panted as he accepted her invitation and moved his hands inside her jeans and panties.
Becky sighed and wiggled a bit, easing her pants down around her thighs. Her father's touch made her tingle, and that surprised her. She would not have thought that anything could make her feel better than the things she had done with her brother.
But her father was very much like her brother only bigger and more experienced. He too, was tall and dark, and Becky relaxed against him, opening herself up to his magical touch.
Jim touched the soft, wet folds of her cunt and sighed with lust. God, what was he doing? Was he out of his mind? But he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, so he probed the juicy tightness of Becky's young pussy.
Becky's hands were limp in the dishwater and her head rolled back against his chest. His cock was throbbing behind her, and she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted before.
"You gonna fuck me, Dad?" she asked, her voice thick and odd.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yesss, oh yesss!" she sighed.
Jim kept one finger probing at the open flower of her pussy and brought the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his zipper. His cock bobbed up, automatically nudging in between his daughter's legs.
Becky whimpered when her father fisted his cock and guided it to the opening of her pussy. Becky lifted herself up on the counter slightly to make it easier for him to penetrate her.