Ron Taylor: The hot niece

The phone kept ringing, and I hurried naked down the stairs to answer it. I jacked up the receiver. "Hello. Ashcraft residence," I said.

The voice in my ear was distant – but I recognized it at once. "Daddy!" I said excitedly, planting my naked ass on the chair beside the telephone stand. "Daddy! I can't believe its you!"

"Hello, baby," he said, faraway. Not the best connection, but what can you expect when you're getting a call from Saudi Arabia. It amazes me that they can actually run telephone lines under the ocean and connect people thousands of miles apart.

"Oh, it's so good to hear your voice," I said. "I just wish you were here, with me."

"Happy birthday," he said.

I giggled. "My birthday's tomorrow," I reminded him. "Have you forgotten?"

"It's two minutes after twelve here," he said. "How's it going, honey?" he added. "I hope you're not feeling the lonelies."

"I am," I said, "the lonelies for you, but I can handle it. Oh, Daddy, promise me one thing," I said "that when you come home in the spring you'll arrange it so you can stay a week or so here in Colorado with Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl? Promise?"

"I'd rather spend the time with you," he said softly into his end of the connection. "I miss you, baby, I really miss you."

"Same here." I said, "but I'm coping. Anyway, do you promise?"

"When was the last time I refused you anything?" he wondered. I mulled. When, indeed? "I promise. But then we'll hurry home and…" He didn't have to say anymore. I got the message. I was wondering how he would react to what was going on here, now, in his absence? Oh, shit! He'd love it!

"Make those months hurry by, Daddy," I said. "Listen – this call must be costing a fortune. Thank you for thinking of me, and all me again, as soon as you can."

"You sound like you're in a hurry to get back to something?" he said.

"Oh," I sighed, "we're just rehearsing for my birthday party," I said. "A party needs a lot of rehearsal, but you'll find out all about that when you come to Colorado. I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you too, Elizabeth… I wish I were loving you right now."

"I can make do till you get home," I said. "But hurry. Bye." And I smacked three big wet kisses into the telephone.

From upstairs I could hear someone sighing and moaning. I couldn't recognize the voice, but it had to be either Kim or Aunt Cheryl. Whichever, it left someone free for me to work on. I hung up the phone and hurried back upstairs. We'd have my party tomorrow, on my official birthday, but for now we had a lot of practice to get finished. The party would go on indefinitely, me and Kim and Roy Lee and Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl, and I hoped Daddy would enjoy the surprises I'd arranged for his return from the deserts of Arabia. If it went on forever, this sharing of love and lust among loving, lusting people, it wouldn't be nearly long enough to satisfy me. I stroked the telephone, remembering the soft sound of Daddy's voice in my ear, and then I went back upstairs, ready to take on whoever wasn't otherwise engaged at the moment.