Jonathon Black - The family Man

“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?”

“I've thought about it. I'm going to borrow mom's black stretch panties. That way they can't really see anything, you know?”

“Sounds reasonable.” Dan drained his glass, then rose and stepped to the counter. He sloshed in some more brandy and added ice cubes and water. “All you have to do now is cut your hair and you're in business, right?”

“Huh uh. That's why I wanted Jo. See, I've never done that before, and I wanted her to show me how. I'm afraid that I'll, you know, cut myself or something. Maybe Jo could even do it for me.”

With the drink in his hand, Dan strode over to her side and peered down at her upturned face and the deep cleavage that seemed to accentuate her enormous tits and through which he could almost see her naked navel.

Instinct told him that he should let well enough alone, but the desire to scan Peg's delicate torso as he had Jo's was much stronger than any moral conscience. In fact, Jo had only whetted his already existent appetite for young virgins, and now he wanted to touch and fondle and feel vibrant youthful delights.

“Honey, Jo's not feeling well at all. I had to give her an enema, and it hurt her quite a bit.”

“Honest?” Peggy was stupefied that her sister would let him perform such a personal act on her. Jo had always seemed too shy to let a man look at those parts of her anatomy.

“That's right. And I don't imagine she'll be much better the rest of the afternoon. Why don't we go to my room and see what we can do to get you ready for the rehearsal?”

The second jolt left her breathless. She had been sternly directed by her mother never to reveal parts of her body to a male, though truthfully she had never said anything about her father. Still, she had qualms about showing him her boobies and that place down there between her legs that her mother hadn't even seen since she began sprouting hair.

“Gee, Dad, I'm not sure. I don't know whether I want you to, you know, see me without anything on. I'm a big girl now.”

He laughed, more to ease her balkiness than anything else, then leaned against the table. “Peg, you were running around naked in front of me until you were, oh, seven years old, I guess. I've even given you baths. Don't you remember?”

“Yeah, kinda, but this isn't the same thing. I'm a lot older, and I've… changed a lot.”

“Not that much, sweetie. Anyway, I saw Jo without a stitch, so why should it bother you? I'm your dad. There's nothing bad about my seeing you in your birthday suit.”

“I wouldn't be too bothered, I guess, but-I'd be a little bit jittery.”

Dan responded as patiently as he could so as not to alarm her. “Peg, if you're a big girl as you say, you wouldn't let something like that throw you. I know how badly you want to be in that play, and I can help. Now I'll leave it up to you. Shall we go take care of things, or not?”

The reference to her being a big girl was all it took. No one was going to doubt that she was growing into a young lady, especially her dad. She stood up with determination written all over her face and pushed her chest out proudly. “I'll do it. There's nothing that says I can't show my own father everything I have. Ready to go now?”

“Certainly. Just let me freshen this drink, and I'll be right with you.”

The squeamishness still hadn't left her as she waited for him by the door then followed him to the master bedroom, but she was going to hold her ground no matter what. He wouldn't harm her, of that she was positive. The worst he could do was touch her, and she could certainly stand that if it meant not being embarrassed during the play.

“Wait there for a second, honey, and take off your halter. I'm going to check on some gauze.” Placing his glass on the night stand, he went into the bathroom to go through the medical supplies.

When he was out of the room, Peggy lifted the cups up and over her tremendous boobies and stretched the elastic back to pull it off over her head. She placed it on the dresser, then crossed her arms over her nipples, beginning to shrink inside when she realized what was about to take place.

“There we are,” Dan said, coming back with a thick two-inch roll of dressing gauze. He sat down on the edge of the bed, took a gulp of his highball, then signaled to her. “Come over here, baby. Let's see what we can do with this.”

With a feeling of resignation, Peg dropped her arms to her sides and walked over to stand between his splayed legs with her pointed cones aimed directly at his face. A tremor of unease scythed through her voluptuous frame when she saw the burning glint in his eyes as he ogled her full breasts.

“I'll say one thing, Peggy,” he mumbled, “you're definitely not a little girl any more. Not by any means.”

Her titties were symmetrical, nicely formed, and curved up in a picturesque arc from her chest to the tips. The aureoles were somewhat larger than Jo's, but less distinct around the rims. The nipples weren't hard, but long, and they sagged slightly from their own weight. Had they been erect, they would have stuck out a full quarter of an inch.

“Do you think you can make them look flat, Daddy?” she asked in a tremulous voice.

“I don't believe we can do that much, kitten, but I'll do the best I can.”

Obeying the urge that had been with him since the incident with Jo, he put the gauze on the bed and reached out to cup both of Peggy's wondrous mounds and kneaded them, pretending an examination that wasn't at all necessary. The flesh was soft, and they yielded like putty under his fingers.

“What are you doing? How come you're feeling them like that?”

“To see how tight I'll have to wrap you up, honey. Stand still and relax. You don't want to be uncomfortable up on that stage, do you?”

Not knowing how to answer that, she remained mute, but she couldn't disregard the queer disturbances his roving, squashing hands were causing within her. It felt as though a thread were tied between her nipples and her abdomen, and now that thread was tugging at places she hadn't even known were there.

“Daddy, you're making me feel funny. Don't do that any more, huh?”

He had felt her oversize nipples harden against his palms and was unwilling to release the twin mountains of delight, but a note in her voice suggested that she was becoming worried, and he lowered his arms. When he saw her pinkish teats at full extension, his dick that was already hardening blossomed into a full-fledged hard-on.

“Anything you say, Peg. Shall we get on with it?” He picked up the gauze and began unwinding it. When he had better than a yard unfurled, he started whipping it around her, beginning at the top of her tits and working down.

From the rough way he was twining the material around her, nearly knocking her off balance, Peggy got the impression she had teed him off by asking that he not squeeze her boobies. She regretted what she had said, but didn't know how to take it back or make him see that it wasn't that she didn't want him to touch her that way, but that she was scared of what it did to her.