His entire body was in motion now, straining and raising to the swift movements of his pounding hand. While he beat on his dick furiously, he reached into his crotch and cradled his scrotum, rolling the sensitive nuts between his fingers like marbles and staring slack-jawed at the salmon-colored slit that disappeared between his daughter's enticing thighs.
“Uuunnnfff! Aaaggghhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!”
Hoping fervently that she didn't wake up, Dan could feel the sizzling jizz bubbling through his tubes in its inexorable journey to the head of his turgid prick. The blessed relief that he had sought since the bathroom escapade was soon going to be achieved at the pumping of his fist became more quick and jerky.
Jo was experiencing weird palpitations behind the muscled walls of her abdomen, and there was a disconcerting seepage of warm liquid into the secret valley of her crotch. It was a struggle to remain still and to keep her eyelids nearly closed. She wanted to see what was going on, to rip away that tiny piece of cloth and to watch the awesome thing that her father was doing to himself.
“Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Hhhuuunnnggghhh!”
The guttural mutterings escaped his lips before he could check them, and his hips heaved off the mattress as thick viscous cream spurted from the end of his piston, soaking the supporter and running down over his tightly clenched hand. A shudder that began in his erupting tool spread out in waves through his body and limbs, followed by a long grateful sigh when he went limp and slumped back down on the bed. When the bliss of fulfillment had ebbed, a fleeting glance told him that Jo hadn't been awakened by his thrashing and groaning. He allowed himself one last look at her full, ripe and sensuous body, then slipped out of bed and padded noiselessly to the door, closing it behind him.
Having seen his animated gyrations and witnessing the spread of wetness in the cotton pouch, Jo was more bewildered than ever before. Something had happened, certainly, but he surely hadn't peed on himself. Rolling on her back, she put her hands behind her head and frowned thoughtfully, too dazed to concern herself with the faint quivering of her cuntal lips.
She had to find out! She had to find someone who would tell her what it was all about!
Dan went directly to the bath adjoining his bedroom, stripped off the soaked jock and tossed it in the hamper, then washed and dried his hands and prick. Now that his bloated balls were empty, he refused to think about the licentious ideas that had crossed through his mind concerning Jo. They were undeniably wrong, and he wouldn't permit himself the luxury of indulging in them.
After donning another supporter, he dressed in slacks and knit shirt, slipped into loafers and combed his hair, then went to the living room to recover his cigarettes and proceeded to the kitchen for a much needed drink. Pulling down a bottle of brandy, he tossed off a half tumblerful neat, then made a stiff highball with water. Then he returned to the front room to catch the noon news on TV.
The announcer was going into great detail on the weather when Peggy came through the front door. She waved a hello, then came over to stand quietly by his chair and join him in watching the screen.
His eleven-year old was a smaller edition of her sister, with a shade darker hair and a more impish gleam in her blue eyes. She was wearing a strapless halter over breasts a size or two large for her age, and skin-tight mini shorts that outlined her pubic region clearly and displayed the split that dipped into her crotch.
When a game show came on, he turned to her, smiled, and patted her on a well-molded convex bun. “Well, how did it go, youngster? Have you got all your lines down right?”
“Yeah, I think so. Mrs. Knox was happy, anyway. Dad, did Jo get back from town yet?”
“Yes, but she's not feeling too hot. Right now she's laying down. Why?”
“Oh, I'll talk to her later. How about some lunch? I'm darn near starved!”
“Okay, but don't bother Jo. She can eat something when she gets up.”
“Sure. I'll fix some soup and sandwiches.”
Dan looked her up and down when she crossed in front of him on her way to the kitchen, and it registered that he was seeing her in an entirely new perspective. In essence, Peggy was every bit as attractive as Jo, only she came in a littler package. Anyone looking at her with lustful thoughts in mind would see a choice piece of ass with a body screaming to be fucked, and it might never cross their mind that she was so young.
Moaning inwardly, he focused on the TV and channeled his attention away from the girls. After all, he wasn't a lecher. He'd heard and read about fathers who had seduced willing and unwilling daughters and even other children, and had always been revolted. People who committed such acts were on a level beneath sadists and murderers, and he wasn't about to sink to such lowly depths.
Peggy called him to the table, and he carried his glass with him, refilling it at the counter before sitting down. Sipping on his soup, he found his eyes drawn to the gentle slopes of her tits above the thin band of a halter and was startled by the sparks of passion they aroused in him. With an effort he lifted his line of sight and tried to start a conversation.
“All set for the big dress rehearsal tonight?”
“Uh-huh. That is, sort of.”
He let that pass, knowing she would tell him in her own good time. “Am I supposed to take you there and bring you back?”
“No, just take me there. Mrs. Knox will drop me off after.”
“That's nice of her. What did you want to talk to Jo about?”
She looked down at her bowl and stirred her soup idly. She was reluctant to explain her problems to a man, even her father, but with her mother gone, she decided to go ahead as she might need his help, and at the moment the play was the biggest thing in her life.
“Mrs. Knox told me there were a couple of things I had to do before tonight.”
“Oh? What?” He put down his spoon and took a swallow of his drink.
Peggy's face reddened and she pushed her bowl away. “Well, she said I'm too big. Up here.” She pointed toward her haltered orbs, then dropped her hands to her lap. “In the play I'm only supposed to be eight, and she says I look more like fifteen, maybe older.”
Dan hid a smile behind his hand. “And what are you supposed to do about something like that?”
“I don't know,” Peg said meekly. “She said maybe I could wrap something around 'em so they wouldn't stick out so much.”
“I'm sure we can take care of that somehow,” he said, stifling a laugh. He could imagine the girl's mortification at being told her tits were too big. “Anything else?”
The blush spread down to her neck, and her shoulders tensed. There was a lapse of several seconds before she answered. “Yeah, one other thing. See, in the second act, the family sits down to eat in the middle of the stage, and I'm facing the audience. I have to wear a real short skirt 'cause I'm a little kid.”
“That makes sense. So?”
Peg took a moment to lick her dry lips nervously, then said, “Well, Mrs. Knox was sitting out front the other night directing us, and she said she could see… she could see the hair sticking out around my panties. See, the audience is lower than the stage, and they can look right up between my legs. She thought I should cut it off or shave myself or something.”
This was more serious than Dan had expected, and he had to recover his composure before he could make a remark. “Couldn't you just keep your legs together? That seems a pretty easy solution to me.”
She tilted her head up and looked at him with sincere honesty. “I do, other times, Dad! Really! But when I'm trying to remember my lines and listen for my cues I just forget! Gosh, I'd hate to have all those people looking at me down there and laughing at me! It'd be just awful!”
“Slow down, now. Let's look at this logically. Even if you did trim your hair off they could still see your, uhh, panties. What are you going to do about that?”