David Ingram: Hot bed family

"Yeah, it's lonely around here without them," Linda said.

In the midst of wedding preparations, Linda's aunt had had a heart attack, and her mother had had to rush to her side. She took Linda's brother Peter along. They were on their way back, due in the next evening.

Linda looked at her father, her dark eyes sparkling. "I've kind of liked it with just you and me here," she said, pouting.

Dan stepped over and hugged his daughter, quickly aware of the fullness of her young breasts against his chest. "I like it that way, too, Linda, but you're never here, always out somewhere."

"I can change that if you want me to," Linda said softly, kissing her father on the lips.

Linda felt very strongly about her father, beyond the normal limits of a daughter for her father. He was an attractive man, tall and handsome. He still had a full head of hair at forty-three.

Dan gently pushed his daughter away, blushing slightly, fearful that she would feel his cock against her leg. He had certainly been aware that it pressed against her leg.

"When little girls grow up, they aren't supposed to kiss their daddies like that," he said.

"I like to kiss my daddy like that," Linda answered.

"I guess I have to admit that I liked it, too." He held her at arm's length. "Have you been drinking, kitten?"

Linda blushed. "Yes, we had a few drinks. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. You were with your fiance; you were safe."

Linda whirled away to hide her blush and plopped heavily on the couch, pulling her legs up under her.

"Let's have a drink together, Daddy. We never have."

Dan stared at his daughter. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. God, she's beautiful, he thought, no girl of nineteen has a right to be so well filled out; it's against all laws of nature. "Okay, but just one, then it's to bed with you."

Linda smiled at him, aware that he was staring at her thighs.

He went to the buffet and got two glasses. "Scotch or bourbon?" he asked.

"Scotch. A little water and no ice," she said.

When he returned with the drinks, he darted a glance at her legs. Her skirt was higher, and he could see the edge of her panties. Dark hair protruded from the edges, showing in sharp contrast against her white legs. He wanted to slip his hand in the pocket of his robe and push his cock down, which was hardening against his will, but he was afraid she would notice.

"How is Bill standing up under all this?" he said, sitting beside her.

"William? Just fine. He did get a little drunk tonight, though." She giggled. "A bunch of the guys I went to high school with are having a bachelor party for him tomorrow night; giving him a last fling." Her legs parted a bit wider. "Why don't they have bachelor parties for girls, Daddy? Do they think it's only men that want to sow a few wild oats before they take the fatal plunge? Girls have sexual urges, too, you know."

Yes, Daddy knew. At least some girls had sexual urges, others he wasn't sure about. His wife, Helen, didn't seem to, not any more, anyway. He wondered if she had ever cheated on him, almost hoping that she had. He was sure that a lot of wives had no sexual urges at all, that they spent more time thinking of ways to avoid sex than they spent cooking and caring for their homes. Most of his friends' wives seemed like that. He wished that Helen still liked to fuck.

"It's tradition, pet. Men seem to think it one of their inalienable rights to have a bachelor party." He chuckled and got to his feet. "We'd better think about turning in."

"Daddy," Linda said, holding her hand out to him. "Help me up. I'd like to talk to you real confidential about getting married… now that we're alone. You could come up to my bedroom while I got ready for bed and we could talk."

"Certainly, pet," He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "If there is anything I can do, I'll be more than pleased."

She stepped close to him, her face inches from his. "Do you really mean that?" she asked seriously.

"You know I do, sweetheart," he told her, hugging her until she was breathless. "Because I love you so much." He kissed her lightly on the mouth. She surprised him by Frenching him. It had been a long time since he had had a good french kiss. She molded her body against his, her tongue deep in his mouth Dan was sure she could feel his cock, which hung in a half-hard state.

Finally they pulled apart, and she sighed. "I love you, too, Daddy, more than you can guess."

With his arm around her waist, they went up the stairs to her bedroom, where Dan sat down on the edge of her bed. To his surprise, Linda pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. He thought she would change in the closet, or at least behind his back. Her tits completely filled the bra. She stood provocatively for a minute and let him gawk, then she pulled the zipper down on the side of her skirt and let it float to the floor. She stepped from the crumpled skirt and did a pirouette in front of her flabbergasted father.

"I need to know if I have a sexy figure, Daddy. It's important, you know, if a girl is to keep her husband happy," she said nonchalantly.

"Sexy is an understatement," he said, swallowing hard.

He could see her heavy bush bulging out the front of her panties and creeping out around the legbands. There was a stain in the crotch, too, like she had wet herself a little.

Linda smiled knowingly at the admiration in her father's eyes. She knew lust when she saw it. Her hand went behind her back and unsnapped the catch on her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward, the straps slipping off her shoulders, and let the garment fall free. Her big tits were large and round and smooth, the oversized red nipples already standing erect.

"Well, are they all right?" she asked.

"Wow!"

"Do you really mean it, Daddy? Are they really that nice?" she asked excitedly, dropping onto his lap, her arms going around his neck. "The girls always said they were super; you know, in gym and things, but they were just other girls. I wanted a man's opinion."

"Yes, honey, they're super. They're not quite as large as your mother's were at twenty, but they're better shaped, and hers were rather special. But you didn't need to go to this extreme for me to tell you that."

Linda moved her rump enough to be sure she was having the desired affect on her daddy. She took the waistband of her panties in her fingers. "I want you to see everything I've got, Daddy… so you can give me a complete answer." She pushed the flimsy garment over her hips, past the thick fur on her mound, and on down her thighs.

Dan bit savagely at his tongue. He knew it was wrong, but his cock was jerking convulsively inside his pajamas. He wanted to grab her and fondle her, feel all of her intimate parts, and… God, he squeezed his eyes shut with shame… he wanted to fuck her.

"Open your eyes, Daddy, and look at me," she ordered sternly. "I want you to look at me with lust and desire – I've always wanted you to." With this, she sat on his lap again, her arms draped around his neck.

When Dan opened his eyes, her breasts were inches from his mouth. Her nipples were so large, so dark; he wanted to suck one of them into his mouth.

She clung to his neck, staring directly into his eyes. "I wonder about sex, too, Daddy; wonder how I'll react to it. I wonder if I'll like it."

"Oooh, Linda, I think you know you'll like it," he groaned. "Don't do this to me, baby."

"Don't do what, Daddy?" she asked innocently.

She opened her legs and took his hand, which was dangling helplessly at his side, and put it between her legs. "Feel it, Daddy, feel it all over, and tell me if it feels good like a… like a good girl's cunt should." She giggled, hunching her shoulders.

Dan groaned with fear and frustration. He knew they shouldn't be doing this, knew it was outrageous; yet, he started to massage the lips of her cunt. It was wet and gooey and opened hungrily to his touch.