Unknown - The camping trip

"I know I'm right." John continued. "And, now that I think about it, that's probably the best approach. Your mother would probably understand, and she could convince your father. I think

I'm beginning to love your mother almost as much as you do." Cindy smiled. Her smile filled the room like the sun on a warm spring day. The idea that had been growing in the back of her mind had just ripened into full fruition. Cindy had just figured out how to thank this incredible man for his generosity.

"John?" Cindy inquired.

"Yes Cindy?" John rolled the girl's name around on his tongue.

"When's your birthday?"

"September 4th. Why?"

"Just thinking. That's Labor Day, isn't it?"

"'Day before. Why?" He inquired again.

"I was just thinking about what to get you for your birthday. I think I'll surprise you."

"Whatever you say." John went back to the enjoyable task of running his big hands over every inch of this incredibly beautiful young child's body. He was trying to memorize every square inch of the little girl's body by feel.

About an hour later, the murmurs in the little girl's bedroom were interrupted by a cheerful "Breakfast in 5 minutes!" that obviously came from Cindy's younger sister.

John reluctantly untangled himself from the arms of his young fiancee. As he reached for his clothes, Cindy interrupted him.

"Just your underpants, John." She said. "Breakfast is very informal.

John shrugged, and resisted the impulse to dress anyway.

After last night, he'd believe anything about this family… Well, almost anything. If Cindy had informed him that the whole family went nude all the time, it wouldn't have surprised him now. (In fact, that was not far from the truth.)

Cindy followed her own advice, and slipped on a lacy pair of panties that hid nothing, and the baby-doll that she had worn the night before. She didn't bother to cover her plump little breasts. John got the distinct feeling that she had worn the bikini-top the previous night just to keep from shocking him.

When the two lovers reached the breakfast table, breakfast was already in progress. Waffles were being served on a first come/first-served basis from the waffle-iron. (No frozen waffles for this family.) There was a huge pot of coffee, and bacon by the bushel-basket.

As John settled himself in to his seat, he was glad he had resisted his impulse to "dress decent" for breakfast. He would have felt as out of place, as a man in top-hat and tails in a nudist colony. Cindy's father was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants and an enormous fur-rug on his chest and arms. He didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed about dressing that way, so John felt right at home. Cindy's mother was wearing a blue baby-doll nightie that, while you couldn't see through it, didn't hide anything, as the front buttons were missing, and John could see occasional glimpses of a beautiful set of firm breasts and a smooth flat belly. He didn't even have to try to see the black "vee" that covered the older woman's mature vagina as the tiny little baby-doll didn't quite reach that far down.

Cindy's two younger siblings were unabashedly naked. The two children were arguing over who got the next waffle, when their mother settled the matter (temporarily) by dividing it between Cindy and John. John settled down to enjoy the food and good companionship.

As they started to eat, George waved a forkful of waffles at the two lovers. "I have a couple of suggestions, If you two don't mind." He said.

Cindy and John looked at each other and nodded agreement.

Whatever Cindy's father wanted was fine with both of them. They figured that if he didn't help, their relationship was in trouble anyway.

"Now, first off, you like teaching, don't you John?"

John nodded his acquiescence.

"Well, I've been thinking. If you two get married next year, or if anyone finds out that you are even dating, you might have trouble holding onto your job."

"Yessir, I know." Said John. "Cindy and I figured that I would just have to get another job. One that isn't so sensitive.

We'd also have to move someplace where people didn't know us."

George finished swallowing a bite of waffle, cut another chunk, speared it with the fork, and brandished the waffle-filled fork like a wand. "I have another suggestion." He said. "John,

How much do you pay for that apartment of yours?"

John explained that he got the apartment under a special arrangement with the school for only a small deduction from his pay. Heating and utilities were extra.

"Well," George inquired. "Would you be willing to pay about 20 per-cent more if you could live with Cindy, and nobody would think anything funny was going on?"

"Sure, But I don't see…" John's voice trailed off as he decided to wait and let Cindy's father explain.

"What I've got in mind is this: As you can see, this is a big house." Everybody nodded as he continued. "I've been think ing, that we could convert one of the garages into a small apart ment, and rent it out… to a friend. If you see what I mean."

"Wow Daddy, what an awesome idea." Cindy breathed.

"Well to continue, If I did this, advertised the place, then rented it out to you, nobody would think anything if you moved in here. Especially if you could explain that your overall bill was smaller here because we covered the heating and utility bills in your rent. The nifty thing is, Cindy's room is right next to the garage, and we could cut a door from Cindy's closet, right into the new apartment, so that they shared a closet. You'd hang your clothes at one end, Cindy'd hang hers at the other, and nobody would ever have to know they were connected. Cindy could go into her room, lock the door and nobody would ever have any idea that she was sleeping with you. Next year, you two could go and have a private little wedding just in case. Later, when Cindy turned 17 or 18, you two could have a big fancy public wedding, and nobody would be the wiser. What do you think?" George inquired, proud of himself for coming up with what he thought was quite a nifty solution.

John looked at Cindy. Cindy looked back at John. John inclined his head. Cindy said. "It sounds wonderful Daddy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." With the third "Thank you." Cindy had landed on her father's lap, and was covering him with kisses.

George kissed his daughter back, and suddenly became aware of how much delectable female he had in his lap. His cock started to rise, stretching the material of his shorts until it threatened to burst out the hole in the front. "Uh Cindy, you'd better stop. You don't want to get your poor old father all excited you know."

"Oh don't be silly Daddy." Said Cindy as she started kissing him in earnest now, trying to insinuate her slippery little tongue in his mouth.

"Dear, your fiancee is watching." Said Arlene, as she tried to rescue her husband from this embarrassing situation.

"Uh, Mrs. Macon?" Inquired John.

"Arlene. Please." Replied Arlene.

"Arlene. There's a favor Cindy and I wish to ask of you and your husband." Said John, ignoring Cindy, as she continued to kiss her father, and began rubbing her developing breasts against her father's.

"What is it?" Asked Arlene. "Does it have anything to do with this?"

John caught Cindy's eyes, she nodded, and he continued.

"Yes it does." He looked around, saw that the younger children had left the room, and continued. "Cindy wants to fuck her father." He figured the best way to say it was the bald statement. "I told her it was OK with me."

"But?" Arlene could tell there was more.

"But we need your permission, and I told her that I'd like to watch."

"You're sure about this?" A lot was implied in Arlene's question.

"I love Cindy." John made the statement as if it explained everything. By his lights, it did.