Chapter 9
Ann had been trying not to think about Karen and Jim. Karen's plan was too far out, she thought. But when she saw Jim drive past the house, her heart almost stopped.
She saw him glance quickly at the house. But he drove on. Ann had nearly calmed herself when, an hour later, he cruised by again. Again, he didn't stop.
Now Ann was in a state of near panic. Why was Jim driving past the house? Could Karen have actually fucked him as she said she would? Was he coming to apologize?
The phone rang. Ann expected to hear Jim's voice on the line, but when she heard Karen's voice instead she was almost relieved.
"It happened last night," Karen blurted.
"What did?" Ann asked, afraid to assume, anything.
"I fucked him," Karen said excitedly. "I fucked Dad! Now he's every bit as perverted as the rest of us. He can't hold your incest against you any longer."
"Oh, Karen, he's been driving past the house all morning."
"He's probably afraid to face you. You know how shy he can be."
"I'm going to hang up now," Ann said. "The next time he comes by, I'll go out as if it were coincidental. When he sees me, he'll have to stop."
"Good idea," Karen said.
Before resuming her vigil at the window, Ann dressed in a sexy outfit, told Billy what happened, and asked him to keep out of sight. Then she sat down near the living room window. She would see him coming down the street, and could breeze out the front door just as he passed.
Ann's stomach grew tight with anticipation. She had to sit on her hands so she wouldn't chew her finger nails. Jim didn't show himself again, though. After a few hours, Ann sadly gave up. Billy found her in her room, lying in the dark.
"It was stupid of me to get my hopes up," she told her son.
"Maybe he'll still come ever," Billy said. "He can't be mad at us for fucking now that he's fucked Karen."
"I don't care," Ann said. "I just want to forget him."
Billy left his mother with her disappointment. He thought he would call Karen to see what had happened, but Jim might answer and that would only make things worse.
"Well, what happened, Dad?" Karen asked when her father came home that afternoon. "What did Ann say?"
"I didn't see her," Jim said. "I was going to, but after the things I said to her and I'm not sure that I want to forgive her. And I don't think we should repeat what happened last night, either. I just lost my head, that's all."
Jim told Karen to make dinner. But she wasn't finished with her father. She knew he would be difficult, and she was ready to continue the fight.
"I have to go to the store for a few things," she told her father.
Going to the store was merely an excuse to get away from home to make a phone call. Karen realized how disappointed Ann must feel, so she wanted to tell her that there was only a slight delay in the reconciliation. Also, Karen had a new plan a more aggressive one.
"Don't worry," Karen told Ann over the phone. "He's only being stubborn. I want you to show up at our place at exactly nine o'clock tonight. Slip in the back door and come upstairs, but be quiet. You'll know what to do when you get here."
Ann was hesitant, but Karen insisted.
"He's a good man, Ann. Don't let him get away. And we both know what a great fuck he is."
Ann couldn't argue with that. She agreed to Karen's plan.
"But it better work," Ann said. "I can't take much more of this."
Ann thought she had been nervous that afternoon, but now she really knew what it meant to be nervous. Karen hadn't even told her what the plan was. But Karen was right about Jim's being a good man, Ann wasn't going to give up as long as there was any hope.
Ann wasn't the only one who was nervous. Karen half promised Ann she would fix things, and now she had to make good. Since Ann was going to arrive at nine, Karen had to plan her moves very carefully.
After dinner she and her father sat around in the living room. But Karen didn't try to turn him on with coy tricks. They were past that stage.
Since Jim had said he didn't want to repeat last night's fun, Karen would have to bring out the big guns for a frontal attack. She waited until about eight-thirty. Then she went to her father and sat on the arm of his easy chair. Leaning over him, pressing a warm tit against his ear, she ran her fingers though his wavy hair.
"No, Karen," he said jumping up. "I told you, no more of that!"
"Why not, Dad?" she asked in an innocent voice.
"I don't even want to talk about it. Now just forget it."
Karen recognized the same quality in her father's voice that he had used when refusing her an ice cream cone when she was a little girl. She always got the ice cream though, and she was going to get him, now.
Without saying another word, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Jim looked away, facing the floor. Soon Karen was pulling her blouse off. Taking a tit in each hand, massaging them, she offered her father a picture of sensual beauty. It was eight thirty-five already, she noticed.
"Oh, Dad," she cooed. "It was so wonderful fucking you last night. I'm really going to miss it if it never happens again."
"Well, it isn't, and you'd better get used to it," Jim said.
As he said that he glanced in her direction. Then he looked away stubbornly. But Karen saw that he had a little difficulty tearing his eyes away. After all, the sight of a gorgeous young chick playing with her tits wasn't something a guy sees every day.
Karen let go of one giant jug and began unfastening her slacks. Slipping a hand down over her pussy, the bumps of her fingers could be seen through the material, wiggling and rubbing. Jim continued pacing, taking quick looks at the outrageous behavior of his daughter. He saw her peel her pants and undies off.
If he were serious about not fucking her again, he would either leave the room or force her to stop her display, Karen knew. Victory was only minutes away. But minutes counted if her plan were to succeed.
"Couldn't we just jerk off together?" Karen asked. "That would be fun, and it wouldn't be incest, would it?"
Jim didn't say anything. Karen knew he was weakening. Rising from the arm of the chair, she began wiggling out of her slacks. Then she combed her fingers through her cuntal hair, lifted a tit in her other hand, and walked toward her father. Catching up to him as he paced, she pressed a tit to his arm.
Jim pulled away. Karen, still following him, slipped a few fingers into her cunt, moistening them with the juice that was already drooling. When she caught him again, she passed the damp fingers beneath his nose.
"When you ate me last night, I thought I had died and gone to heaven," she said. "I never felt anything like that before. Do it again, Dad. Please!"
"Oh, Karen. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess..."
Jim didn't finish his sentence. He grabbed his daughter's wet fingers, brought them to his face, and slipped them into his mouth. Karen smiled as she felt the joy of victory mingling with the anticipation of another session with her father.
"Come upstairs," Jim said.
But Karen was already dragging him behind her. As they climbed the stairs, she gave him a good view of her pussy peeking out from beneath her bouncing ass not that Jim needed any more encouragement, she just like showing herself to him. It was ten until nine. Perfect timing, she thought.
Karen undressed her father as he stood watching her in his mirror. She opened his shirt and pressed her tits against his bare chest. They kissed. Then she sank to her knees, unfastened his belt and let his pants fall.
She had to disentangle his stiff prick from his shorts before getting it out. Karen stared at the wide, bobbing head of the prick as though she were hypnotized by it. Then, for the second time in two days, she leaned forward and kissed his prick.
Jim looked down at his daughter, and then glanced at the scene in the mirror. It was nice having two vantage points. By watching in the mirror, he could see how Karen's young body was arranged in a kneeling position; her ass sticking out proudly behind her, her tits jutting toward his knees so the nipples nearly touched him.
Then, looking down, he saw how his prick began to disappear into his daughter's mouth. She swiveled her head from side to side, twisting her hot mouth around the burning cock head. Jim leaned back to get a better view.
Sliding her hand up one of her dad's thighs, the sucking girl caressed his balls so gently that Jim was surprised at her finesse. With his cock in her mouth and his balls in her hand, Jim felt suspended in a web of sexual delight.
"I wish we could freeze this moment forever," Jim said softly. "I'm in heaven."
To show her appreciation of her father's kind words, Karen pressed her head forward, sliding the knob of his prick deep into her throat. At the same time, her hand tightened around his heavy balls, but not so much that it hurt. By slowly moving her head back and forth, Karen sent currents of pleasure into her father via a half-swallowed cock.
"Oh, baby," Jim gasped. "Oh, God! Ohhh, ohhhhh."