Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

“Do you think it's that easy?”

“Take my word for it,” she laughed. A kiss on the cheek, a pat on my ass, and then she propelled me out of her room. I walked back to Elaine's bedroom and got back into bed. My mind was still agog with all that had happened in one evening. How I hoped that Aunt Liz was right! If Daddy really wanted me he would do something about it… wouldn't he? I couldn't imagine it. But if she said he would, then I should have faith.

The image of his cock set new tremors into motion, but my body was too weary to respond. Elaine was naked on top of her bedclothes. Her hairbrush lay by her side. So that's what she'd been doing while I was out. I shook my head and closed my eyes. Everyone in this house shared my problems. Nora and Bob would have experienced their own frustrations. And Dad? Had he thought about me?

Breakfast was usually a dour event at our house. The morning after our evening of family togetherness, it was charged with tension. Neither Bob nor Nora seemed very happy. Their faces were drawn, and Bob hardly ate a thing. Elaine was more aloof than normal, positively frozen. Only Aunt Liz smiled and chattered. I couldn't look at Dad for fear of showing my innermost thoughts. Besides, he was very abrupt, ordering Mum about with rare nastiness.

In the middle of all this the phone rang. Mum picked it up and reported a little later that Dad's secretary wouldn't be able to come in that day. I thought he was going to explode. Somehow he got a grip on his temper and spluttered: “How could she do this to me? She knows I've got an important meeting this morning and I have to have someone to type up the notes! She's never done this to me, never! Darn it!”

“Well, why not take Kathy along with you,” Mum said in her phlegmatic way. “She can type, can't she?”

A sudden change came over Dad. He blushed, put his napkin before his face to hide it, then straightened himself up and said, “Why, that's not a bad idea. How about it, Kathy, do you want to put in an honest day's work?”

“I suppose so,” I sighed. It was the last thing I wanted. Work didn't appeal to me, especially work involving typing. And to be around Dad all day without being able to fulfill any of my fantasies-why, that would be nothing short of torture! Yet I couldn't refuse him, not after seeing him blush that way. I went upstairs to change into something respectable and joined him in the car.

Just being alone with him thrilled me. He drove right at the speed limit, did everything correctly, and hardly talked to me. I knew that side of him all too well. Hadn't I despised him for being so proper, so uptight, all these years? But now I was privy to the secret side of Dad, the animal in him, and he was no longer a cardboard cut-out to me. Now I liked his conservative demeanour, it was part of his strength. The wolf in grandma's clothing. I shivered just to think of that big weapon hidden beneath his dull, perfectly pressed suit. All that virility, and bundled up so tightly! Why, he might explode at any second and attack me where I sat!

I sat close to the door and looked out of the window for much of the journey, but my thoughts raced on. How would it be if he did suddenly come to a screeching halt and ripped his fly open and shoved that big cock into my ready pussy? What would I do? Oh, God, if only he would! Now and then I threw him a glance, eyelashes batting up a breeze, lips slightly parted to show my pearly white teeth-and each time I found him looking straight ahead at the road. No, I'd have to face facts. We'd never get into such a situation. Dad was, for all his virility, too straight.

His office reinforced that impression. Everything was in its place, nothing extraneous other than a family photo in a gold frame. He sat behind his big walnut desk, took a sheaf of papers out of a drawer and handed them to me to type copies. Not a word was spoken. I retreated into the annexed office and got to work. The morning dragged by. Dad went to his all-important meeting, returned with another pile of work, and shut himself in his office to leave me to tap my way through all that garbage. I smoldered with resentment. If he ever asked me to do this again, I vowed, I'd tell him to shove it up his ass, sideways. And when he went out all by himself for lunch it just about made me mad enough to walk out.

Somehow I managed to get through to the afternoon. The work was done, Dad was still out to lunch, and all there was for me to do was sit there like a stale bottle of beer. There was nothing to read, nothing to do but think, mull, and brood. That's what I did. It wasn't till three o'clock that he came back to his office. A changed man was he, flushed with martinis and deals successfully concluded. There was a new spring in his step, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

“Come into my office, would you, Kathy,” he said as he passed my desk and laid a vague trail of whiskey breath.

“Yes sir,” I said, the sarcasm dripping off every syllable. He didn't notice. I picked up pencil and pad just as a professional secretary would do, and walked into his plush office, closing the door after myself. Dad sat right back in his swivel chair, his feet up on the desk, regarding me through half-closed eyes.

“How do you like it here,” he said when I'd pulled a chair over and made myself comfortable. “Do you think you'd like to work for me permanently?”

“Not really,” I said.

“Why, isn't it interesting enough for you?” He seemed somewhat miffed by my reply.

“That puts it into a nutshell,” I nodded. Dad shook his head sorrowfully and launched an interminable discourse on the glamorousness and excitement of the insurance business. It was hard not to yawn right in his face. I put my pad and pencil down and crossed my legs to be comfortable if nothing else during his lecture. Unwittingly I'd caught my skirt between my ass and the chair when I'd sat down, and now, with my legs crossed, there wasn't a thing between my panties and Dad's eyes. His lecture ran into difficulties right away.

“People need insurance,” he said, his eyes darting toward my crotch, then recoiling and returning like a yo-yo. “We're selling them… because they need it-I mean, it's a public service that we perform. Not that we're a charity… ha ha… no, we're in business. The president is a tycoon, made of money. But why shouldn't a service be lucrative? Some of the breast minds work here day and night to set the man in the street's mind at knees. Oh yes, we make money-but we… Kathy, would you please change your position?”

“Why?” I smiled. “I'm your daughter, aren't I?”

“Yes you are-oh God, yes, but there are times when you look less like a daughter and more like a woman than might be… uh… desirable! You see? So just do what I tell you to do.”

If I did he'd take up his boring lecture again and an opportunity would be lost forever. I couldn't let that happen. It was now or never. Somehow I had to guide him through his inhibitions to come out the man he really was.

“I'm glad we're alone for once,” I said, changing the subject. “We have so little to do with each other, Daddy, and there are often times when I find myself wishing we were closer to each other.”

“Do you?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do. You're my father and I love you! But it's always so tense in the house that it must seem to you we're always at each other's throat.” My legs were crossed as provocatively as ever and, though he was moved by my words, he kept glancing down along my thighs to that strategic patch between them. I could feel his eyes, pricking me and savoring me. If only he would act!

“And I love you too,” he said. His voice sounded a little strangled. “It's funny how a man loses track of things when he's busy earning a living… you get to the point where nothing else matters. It's very good of you to remind me, Kathy.”