David Crane - The family_s animal fun

"Poor Daddy," said Debby Johnson.

Frank Johnson was seated in an easy chair by the fireplace, idly glancing through a magazine and looking rather glum. His wife Jennifer had gone to visit her sister for a week and, although she'd only been gone one day, Frank was already beginning to feel neglected and lonely.

He was also starting to get horny.

Debby came over to stand behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders. Debby was a teenager with sun-streaked blonde hair, big blue eyes and a full, sensual mouth. Her body was ripe and nubile. She was wearing a short skirt and a halter, leaving her midriff and most of her shapely thighs bared. Smiling, she leaned forwards. Her full tits rolled in the halter, the deep, smooth cleavage exposed, the stiff nipples poking out in twin peaks against the stretchy material.

Frank felt her tits brush against the back of his neck as she bent over his chair. He blushed. Christ, didn't the little minx realize how easily she could turn him on?

"Don't worry, Daddy," she said. "I'll take good care of you while Mom is away. I can cook and clean the house and…" She paused, an impish look in her blue eyes. "And I can do just about anything for you that Mom can you know?"

"You're a good girl," he muttered.

For some reason, Debby giggled.

Frank was well aware that her nipples were hard as she squirmed against him. Those stiff tit tips were branding the back of his neck. He was also aware of the fact that his prick was starting to get hard.

Blushing, ashamed of himself for reacting that way to his little girl's touch, he pretended to be concentrating on the magazine. She looked over his shoulder. It was a glossy men's magazine, and Debby found herself gazing at a photograph of a semi-nude woman.

"Gee – you hadn't ought to be looking at stuff like that, when Mom's out of town," she said. Her eyelashes fluttered demurely.

"Huh?" Frank said. He hadn't even realized what he was pretending to be so engrossed in. Now he blinked at the magazine and quickly closed it.

"You'll make yourself all excited looking at naughty pictures, and since Mom isn't here…" She let the words trail off and gave a little shrug that shifted her tits against him. "Why, Daddy! You're excited already!"

Frank gulped, realizing that the girl had noticed the swelling in the front of his trousers. He was mortified that she had noticed his hard-on and amazed that the girl had been bold enough to mention it. But at least she didn't seem to be disturbed by her discovery. She was, if anything, amused, he thought.

"Errr – sometimes those things happen," he said.

"But what will you do about it?" she asked, sounding rather concerned and solicitous. "I mean – will you have to find yourself a girlfriend or pay a whore or what?"

"Debby! That's enough," he muttered, starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable and all the more embarrassed because his daughter wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Come to that, I wonder what Mom will do if she gets to feeling horny while she's away," Debby speculated.

Frank groaned. He had been wondering about that, himself. Jennifer wasn't the sort of woman who could go very long without fucking. He didn't know if she had ever cheated on him in the past, but he doubted her capacity for prolonged chastity. A whole week was a long time for Jennifer to go without a fuck. She liked it at least once a day and often more, a schedule that was very agreeable to Frank when she was at home but worrying when she was away.

At the thought that his wife might be cheating on him, his cock tingled and swelled more. The idea was painful, yet stimulating, too, in a perverse fashion. Jealousy, he knew, was an effective aphrodisiac – and the fact that his teenaged daughter was rubbing her tits against him didn't help.

"Think she'll find a lover?" the girl said teasingly. "I bet she will."

"Debby, don't say such things," he rasped.

"Why not? I'm old enough," she replied. "I'm old enough for lots of things, Daddy."

Incestuous images danced in his fevered mind. Frank shook his head, to clear those disturbing fantasies away – and, doing so, rubbed against her plump tits. He turned to stare at the girl as she hovered behind him. She held his gaze, her own gaze searching and speculative.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" she asked, her voice husky.

"What – what do you mean?" he asked carefully.

"Well…" She hesitated and had the grace to blush slightly. "I mean, you gonna jerk off, or what?"

Frank's mouth dropped wide open. It didn't surprise him that his daughter should know about such things. After all, she was a very sexy girl who had plenty of dates and probably had some sexual experience, herself. Frank had often wondered about that, in fact – and fantasized. Sometimes, while fucking his wife, he even pretended that it was his daughter he was shoving the cockmeat to and, although he always felt a little bit guilty afterwards, those incestuous musings certainly made for an exciting climax.

But to have the girl come right out and ask him a question like that was a different matter, shocking and sordid – and very, very stimulating.

"Oh, come on, Daddy – I wasn't born yesterday," Debby said, amused at his discomfort.

Frank started to reprimand and admonish the girl, his jaw set tightly and his expression stern. But his resolve wavered. His cock was set a lot tighter than his jaw and the thought of discussing sexual matters with the girl was intriguing. It was harmless, he assured himself, rationalizing cleverly. Mere words weren't the same as acts and, anyhow, a father certainly had the right to talk about the birds and the bees with his nubile young daughter.

His face flushed, and he gave her a sheepish grin. "Well, it would be better than having to find another woman and cheat on your mother, I guess."

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It's kind of a waste, doing it for yourself. Oh, it's better than nothing. I know," she added, giving him a mischievous wink.

Frank groaned, a flash of the sexy girl playing with her pussy blasting into his aroused imagination.

"But I know you're used to lots of sex. I hear you and Mom fucking all the time."

Frank might have blushed again, but by this time his handsome, lean-jawed face was flushed so hot with arousal that it was impossible to say.

"And, since Mom is away and I have to take care of her duties – all of her duties…" Debby continued, breathing rather hard now, those splendid tits rising heavily in the tight-fitting halter.

She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, then moved away and came around to the front of his chair. Frank eyed her warily, torn between conflicting emotions. As her father, he was concerned by her suggestive behavior but, as a robust man with a hard-on, he was thrilled.

Debby gracefully sank down onto the carpet in front of him, curling onto one flank. She placed an open hand on his thigh, just above the knee. Frank stared down at her. The front of his trousers was lifted so high, by this time, that he seemed to be looking at her across the head of his prick, as if it were a gunsight.

"Am I embarrassing you, Daddy?" she breathed.

"A – a little I guess," he said.

Her hand moved up an inch or two, then stroked back toward his knee. The muscles in his thigh were jumping violently under her caressing palm.

"I'm not embarrassed," she said, almost defiantly.

"Apparently," he muttered.

"I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, you know? When I come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel or when I'm kind of sprawled out in front of the television – with my legs sort of open…"

"Jesus!" he hissed. His head was spinning. A sense of unreality had fallen over the tormented man, and he wondered if he had fallen asleep in his chair and was dreaming this whole erotic scene – and, if so, if it was going to turn out to be a wet dream!