Harry Stevens: The family_s hot relations

Jane finished her drink in a gulp. As the liquor hit her stomach, she snatched up the dimes and lurched to her feet, hurtling toward the pay phone before she had time to lose her nerve.

The dimes were in the slot. Jane was dialing. Then, the line started ringing at the other end. She held her breath, wondering what in the world she would say.

The ringing stopped. A familiar voice came onto the line.

"Hello," he said.

All of a sudden it was easy for Jane. "Dad," she gushed, "it's me, Janie. I've got to talk to you."

"Sure, honey, come on over."

"Don't know if I can make it," Jane admitted to her father. "I'm kind of messed up. Could you meet me someplace, Dad?"

"Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."

Jane paused, then told her father the name of the bar where she was drinking. He said he'd be right over and hung up.

Jane panicked when she realized that her father would be there in less than ten minutes. She wanted to leave… she wanted to stay… she didn't know what she wanted. She ordered another drink. She'd brace herself with another dose of Scotch, she reasoned, then force herself to deal with the situation.

But the next drink was one too many the way Jane had been gulping them down. All of a sudden her head was reeling and her stomach was turning flips. The counter of the bar became a pillow, drawing her to it. She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of the darkness to stop the spinning in her brain.

And this was how her father found her: slumped over the bar, completely out of it. Tim Riley tipped the bartender and helped his daughter into his car, with Jane only dimly aware of what was going on.

Since Jane's mother had died, her father had lived alone in the old family house. Tim Riley took his daughter there. When Jane came out of her fog, she was resting on her old bed in her old bedroom.

"Dad!" Jane called.

"Right here, honey." Jane's father appeared at the door with a couple of steaming mugs.

"Hot chocolate. Still your favorite, darlin'?"

"Sure, Dad." Jane grinned like a little girl. "What would I do without you?"

Tim came to the edge of the bed and offered a mug. Jane reached out to take it, but was shakier than she had realized. She had a hold on the cup for a second, then lost her grip. Suddenly she was drenched with hot chocolate.

"Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz," Jane apologized.

"No problem," her father soothed. "I can see you're under a strain. Now why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into a nice, comfortable robe and tell me what's bothering you. I'll get you some more chocolate while you're changing."

"No… please don't go, Dad," Jane impulsively said.

"Well…"

"Oh, Dad, it's not like you've never seen your little girl undress before," Jane teased, kicking off her shoes.

She sat up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse before her father could protest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her bare tits spilled out. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jane's father could not help but notice the stiffness of her red nipples.

Jane's father started to say something, but it evaporated in his dry throat. For Jane had immediately started peeling away her skirt. When it was gone, all that remained between her and total nudity were her panties, and the chocolate had soaked through them so their sheer fabric clung to her ass, hips and crotch like a second skin.

Swinging around to face her father, Jane dangled a leg over the side of the mattress. At the center of her open thighs, her sopping panties were caught up in the crack of her cunt. Fringes of blonde pussy hair curled from the elastic that cut into the triangle of her crotch.

Jane could feel the heat of her father's eyes on her body. And she liked that feeling as much as anything she could recall.

"Did I grow up nice enough for you, Dad?" she teased.

"You're a beautiful woman, Jane," Tim Riley answered in a slow, serious voice. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants.

Jane thought of her father with a hard-on and her pussy turned to hot mush. All at once her head was completely clear. She knew exactly why she was here. Why she had been so irresistibly drawn to her father.

"I've turned you on, haven't I, Dad?" she said quietly.

"Please, Janie. This just isn't right…"

"Oh, Daddy, who knows what's right and what's wrong anymore?" Jane cut in on her father. "The main thing right now is that the two of us are alone together. I've got you and you've got me."

Jane hugged her father, pressing her bare tits against his chest. Then there was a kiss. A full mouthed kiss that brought Jane's tongue into play. When it was over, her father was panting.

"Whatever's bothering you, Jane, this is not the answer," Tim Riley gulped, his face smeared with his daughter's lipstick. "Why don't we talk before this gets out of hand?"

"But I want it to get out of hand, Daddy," Jane seductively crooned. "What's happening between us is better for me than all the words in the world. When I called you, I thought all I needed was a shoulder to cry on. Now I know better."

Jane reclined on the bed, her legs spread before her father. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rolled her panties down her hips and thighs.

"You want me, Dad, and you know it," she said when her cunt was showing. "Your big cock's ready to bust out of your pants. Admit it."

Jane slipped her panties all the way down her legs and tossed them away. Then her fingers slipped into the well of her crotch, snagging her pussy lips and pulling them apart. The exposed channel of her twat brimmed with juice that caught the light and sparkled.

"You do like my cunt, don't you, Dad?"

"I-I'm your father," Tim stammered. "But I'm also a man. Y-yes… I am aroused."

Jane extended her leg toward her father's lap. When she was a child, she had always had the ability to do things with her feet that would have normally required her hands. Now Jane revived that talent, using her toes to force down the zipper of her father's fly.

"Ooooh, Daddy, look at you!" Jane girlishly giggled when her father's tightly packed shorts bulged from his open pants. "C'mon, take your cock all the way out. Show me how big and stiff it is."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I've never been surer of anything!" Jane declared.

"You know you've always been my little girl, no matter how many years go by," Tim sighed. "Always had me wrapped around your little finger. Never could say no to my Janie."

"Hope you don't plan to start now."

"No… I guess not," Tim drawled.

Tim's hands went to his yawning fly. He tugged at his shorts. His prick sprang free. It was huge. A long, thick throbber laced with heavy blue veins, and crowned by a round, red knob.

Jane reared up immediately. "Oh, Daddy, what a beautiful cock!"

She grabbed her father's dick, pushing the head to her mouth. Swallowing six inches of prick with a single gulp. Jane started hungrily sucking.

As his daughter went down on him, Tim Riley fell back across the bed. While she blew him, Jane loosened her father's pants, yanking them and his shorts all the way down his legs. Now she had his balls to play with, and she squeezed them while she ate his hard dick.

"Haven't had my cock sucked in years," Tim admitted, talking more to himself than to his deepthroating daughter.

Jane temporarily let up on her cock-sucking. "Bet there's something else you haven't done in years either, Dad. But don't worry, your little girl's gonna get you back in the groove."

Jane demonstrated what she was referring to. Swinging her naked body around on top of her father, she wound up astride his head with her cunt spread above his face.

"Sixty-nine me, Dad," Jane urged, flexing her pussy in the direction of her father's mouth.