Jonathon Black - The family Man

“Mr. Cabot, this is Mel Turner. I hate like the devil to bother you on your vacation, but Mr. Lowe is here about that Tilden property, and he won't talk to anyone but you. I tried to explain, but he insisted that I call. Do you want to come in, or should I try to make another appointment?”

“I'd better come in, Mel. That property has been a dead horse for ten months. If we've got a bite, we'd better reel it in. I'll be there in half an hour. Don't let Lowe go.”

“I won't. I'll tell him you're coming.”

“Going down to the office, Daddy?” Peg asked when he hung up.

“Yeah. I've got a prospect waiting to see me.” He looked at the clock. It was ten after ten. “I should be back around noon or so, kitten. If Brenda Mills comes by, tell her to wait.”

“Couldn't I ride along? I want to look for a pair of black panties so I won't have to wear mom's. Jo'll be here. Can I?”

“Okay. Hurry up, though. I don't want to keep that man at the office waiting.”

By the time he had gone to his room to gather up his things, Peggy had already slipped into shorts and halter and was standing by the front door waiting for him. Neither of them noticed Jo at her window as they got in the car and drove away.

Jo turned away from the window, crossed to her dresser, and picked up the hair brush to run it listlessly through her honey blonde hair. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and the whites were bloodshot. The impact of what her father had made her do and done to her hadn't sunk in until she had crawled into bed, and when she realized it had been naughty and sinful, her spotless conscience had generated a crying jag that had lasted far into the night.

She put on her house coat and went to the bathroom to piss and wash her face. As she bathed her cheeks and eyes with cold water, she wished she could rinse away the memory of the affair of last night. The feeling of his penis in her rectum stayed with her, and even the short troubled sleep hadn't been able to banish the queer sensation. But the problem, the real problem, was that his stabbing organ had triggered some hungry innate response that she couldn't comprehend or account for.

A spooky sensation of wanting something desperately but not knowing what that something was pervaded the consciousness of her mind so thoroughly that it effected her physically. She seemed to be hollow from her waist to her crotch, and her organs protested by contracting in twitching spasms that made her belly palpitate. In all, it was very disturbing.

Going to the kitchen, she cleaned up the table, put the dishes in the sink, then had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. After cleaning up the room, she went into the dining area of the Living room and stood before the large bookcase, searching for the medical advisor that might give a clue to her symptoms.

She located the book she was looking for and was reaching for it when the door bell rang. When she went to answer it, she was both surprised and pleased to see Brenda Mills.

“Good morning, Jo. Is your dad…?” Brenda stopped halfway through the door when she saw the girl's face. “Why, honey! You've been crying! What's the matter?”

“Oh, nothing.” Jo shut the door, and they went in to sit down.

“Dad's not here. He and Peggy took off some place a while ago, but I don't know where they went.”

“Oh. I just stopped by to tell him I wouldn't be able to make it for lunch.” Brenda looked at the beautiful girl searchingly. “Are you sure nothing is wrong, dear? We're friends, you know. You can tell me.”

“I know.” Jo considered the ravishing brunette something akin to an older sister. When her mother had taken off on her many tantrums, the girls ran to Brenda. The woman had talked to them, consoled them, and taken them to dinner and the movies in order to make things easier. But, as close as they were, she couldn't divulge her troubles. “It's nothing, really. Should I tell dad that you're coming back later?”

“Yes, about four. Now 'fess up and tell Aunt Brenda what all the tears were for. It's good to talk things out.”

The girl watched Brenda cross her legs and light a cigarette. Brenda was wearing a short tight skirt that hiked up to her hips when she sat, and a lace-front blouse through which her immense breasts and dark nipples could be easily distinguished. Jo hoped that she would be that gorgeous when she was that old.

“Honest, Brenda, there's nothing to say. It's all over, now. If it was important I'd tell you.”

Smiling warmly, the brunette opened the top buttons of her blouse and casually rubbed a spongy tit. “Anything that makes you cry is important. Let's have it. Maybe I can help.”

While the girl thought it over, Brenda let her eyes travel over the girl, her breath quickening as she imagined the swells, hollows and curves hidden under the quilted robe. All she could see were the plump mounds pushing out from Jo's chest and the slim tapered legs that were as good as her own. Her smile became softer as she began leisurely tweaking her nipple, pleased at the result-and twittering in her pussy.

Jo had reached a decision, even though the very thought of speaking of it choked her up again. If anyone could tell her what was going on, Brenda could, and she trusted her friend to keep it a secret. Embarrassingly, her eyes filled and spilled over even before she could begin, then, in a choking halting voice, she told the woman everything that had happened, along with her reactions, doubts and fears.

When she finished, Brenda left her sitting there crying softly while she went to the kitchen for a stiff drink, and to wipe her twat with a paper towel. She wasn't wearing panties, and what the girl had told her made her cunt leak mucous into her crevice. She carried her drink back and sat on the arm of Jo's chair.

“Honey, you're making a mountain out of nothing. Everything you've told me is perfectly natural. Perhaps not between a father and his daughter, but natural just the same. I've done everything you mentioned and more, and you can see I'm still healthy and happy. Your only trouble was not knowing what to expect.”

The girl craned her neck to look up at Brenda, eyes bulging with amazement. “Honest? There's nothing wrong with what I did?”

“Of course not. Once you understand what it's all about, you'll find out that it's a helluva lot of fun.” There was a smoldering gleam in Brenda's eyes as she checked her watch for the time. “Do you have any idea where your dad went?”

“Huh uh. I heard the phone ring, then they left a little bit after.”

“Probably went to the office, then. That means he'll be tied up for at least a couple of hours.” Brenda lifted the glass and gulped down half the contents, then stood up. “Why don't we go to your room, dear. I think I can make a few things clearer to you so you won't be so upset.”

That was what Jo had been waiting for! Someone to explain to her and dispel the fretful anxieties! “Gosh, yes! I haven't made my bed, but I'll do it real fast!”

“Don't bother,” Brenda said, following the girl. “Right now, other things are more important.

The brunette closed the door behind them, then patted the girl's cheek. “It's a trifle warm in here. Take off that robe and get comfortable.”

Jo hesitated only a split second. Brenda was a friend and a woman, and there was no reason to be shamed in front of her. She stripped off her robe in record time and tossed it on the foot of the bed, then bent over to straighten the covers so they could sit down.

A hiss of air blew through Brenda's lips when she saw the girl's statuesque body, and her eyes became flaming coals of intensity. While before she had been stunned by Jo's statement of Dan's actions, she was now perplexed over why he hadn't gone all the way and given the curvaceous young nymph a taste of serious vaginal fucking. Any real male she had ever met, and a lot of women too, would have given almost anything for a sample of that magnificent vision of virginal purity.