Frank Seymour - Sensual Family Nights

"Thanks, honey," he mumbled. "You're the only true woman I've got. I love you."

He waved his hand toward her, the momentum enough to make him topple backward. The girl sighed and grabbed his feet, pushing them up until he was completely on the bed. She shook her head sadly, standing there with one hand on her hip. Dan was suddenly aware of her woman's body beneath the flimsy pajamas, and felt a return of the ache to him groin.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "Miss your mother. Shouldn't have done it. Sorry."

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father is his eyes closed. After a minute she saw that he was breathing easily, and she got up to go back to her own bed. But it was a warm night, almost stifling hot and without a breath of air, even though the windows of the bedroom stood wide open.

She couldn't let him sleep like that-he was going to feel lousy enough with his hangover when he woke up. At least she could get him out of his clothes, and make him as comfortable as the humidity permitted.

The pants came down easily, revealing his boxer shorts. There was a gap showing at the fly, and through it she could see a dark mass of pubic hair. She resolutely looked away, refusing to let herself stare at the tube shape of his cock along the leg of his shorts. She hung up the trousers and began to work on the shirt.

Her father groaned as she worked the shirt up over his chest, his arms flailing as she raised them over his head, nearly slapping her in the face. Janet ducked out of the way, then started on the shirt again, but as she tugged, the undershirt insisted on coming, too. At last she pulled them together over his head, and tugged them off his arms, Dan trying to roll again beneath her.

It was done. She separated the two articles and turned to switch off the light, then started for the door. But before she reached it Dan opened his eyes, called to his daughter.

"Honey? Don't go yet."

She came back to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at her father. He reached one hand to take hers, squeezing it gently.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I shouldn't have done it-I know. Forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Papa." She shrugged. "You're big enough to decide what you want to do. And I know you miss Mama as much as we do."

"That's right. I love your Mama, Janet, even if we do fight all the time. I guess that's my fault, too."

"It's nobody's fault, Papa. I just hope you and Mama don't decide to break up for good when this summer thing is over. We all love you-Jimmy and Les and Liz and me. All of us."

"I don't deserve it."

"Shush!" She bent to kiss his cheek, pressed her face against his for a moment. "Don't talk like that."

"I'm sorry," Dan said, again. "Honey? Lay down beside me?"

Janet stared at her father a moment, although his eyes seemed black in the dim light that came from the hall. But his grip about her hand was tight, and she moved to stretch out beside him, her head resting on his upper arm. He squeezed her in a gentle hug, and turned to kiss her forehead, his breath strong with alcohol. But she did not flinch away, enjoying the feeling of being within his strong embrace.

Dan sighed, squeezing his daughter's arm once more, and his eyes closed again. A moment later his breathing became regular, softened, and she knew that he was asleep.

Janet was aware of her father's maleness, could smell the musk of his body odor through the sharper tang of alcohol that had dulled her senses for the moment. His chest was hairy, strong, his thighs thick and muscular. Her hip was above his, pressing against his side as he held her in his sleep, and she knew that she was only inches away from his cock. The thought excited her, made her tense; it was a long time before she managed to drift into sleep.

She came awake with a start, frightened. For a few seconds she stared into the darkness of the room, not knowing where she was-and then she felt her father's presence beside her. Dan had shifted in his sleep, was on his side now, his other hand falling across her breast. He groaned in his sleep, and now his fingers were pressing against her tit, finding her shape through the pajamas.

Janet's heart beat faster, something caught in her throat. Dan was touching her again, his hand moving across both tits now, moving down to her stomach and, then to her crotch. He pressed his fingers against her mound, rubbing gently but arousing her-and now she was aware of the thickened presence of his cock, pressing against her thigh. It was still trapped in his shorts, but the fly gaped open enough to let a long section of it touch her flesh, and the heat of contact was almost searing.

Dan groaned again, and mumbled something. After a minute his fingers moved up, reached beneath her pajama top to her tits, cupping each in turn. The arm on which she had been sleeping was moving well, reaching down to grasp her ass, moving beneath the fabric. Now both hands were pulling her pajama bottoms down from her hips.

Papa! She wanted to cry out, to beg him to stop, but something kept her silent. If fooling around with Darryl this afternoon was a sin, how much more terrible it must be to be sexually involved with her own father!

She could stop him now, make him wake up-but his strong fingers were undressing her, working the pajama bottoms down her legs and then puffing the top up over her head. The bottoms were about her ankle when he won the battle at the other end, and now she kicked them off to lay absolutely naked beside her father.

He was kissing her, his lips moving over her breasts, finding the nipples and sucking them in; a moment later he moved down to her belly, and then between her legs. It seemed impossible that he was not awake, but she knew that he was so drunk that he thought he was assaulting her mother. And she was letting him do it!

The beard on his chin scratched her belly as he moved his lips down to touch her pudenda-the same place that Liz's much younger, more innocent lips had touched this afternoon. But there was a difference to this, a heat that she had not felt before. Her father did not hesitate as he sent his tongue into her cunt, probing deep for a moment, then coming back out to find the shape of her clit, sucking it between his teeth. He bit gently, and a fiery thrill shot through Janet's center. She gasped, her legs drawing up, her hands clutching the sheet on the bed.

For a time Dan was content to suck between his daughter's legs. But his cock was burning now as it pressed against the bed, the exposed head hot and dry where the foreskin was worked back. He moaned, and came up over her, licking his way across her belly again, sucking at the tiny shape of the umbilicus. He found the shape of her tits, sucked each of them in turn, his mouth opening wide to take the entire cone within, biting down and sucking hard as though he would capture the complete mound of her flesh and carry it away.

Janet was breathing in short gasps now as his tongue set her body to burning, her legs moving apart of their own accord to open her cunt to the cooling of the air. Now Dan rose up over her until he was kneeling on straight legs, his eyes closed as he worked the snaps of his shorts. He pushed them down, and his cock popped into view, followed by his balls, hanging low beneath the straight-jutting erection. Again Janet gasped, for Dan's cock was much bigger than Darryl's-it seemed much too huge to ever fit inside a woman's cunt! Certainly it would tear her, hurt her terribly!

He worked the shorts below his knees, dropped forward over her body, the head of his cock touching the engorged lips of her cunt. He moaned, his hands moving over her sides, not probing further.

"Oh, Christ!" he cried. "Oh, Janet!"

Janet heard her father's cry and knew that he was aware of her presence, that he did not think he was getting ready to fuck his wife. Even in his drunkenness Dan understood clearly that it was his daughter he had made naked, that he touched now-it has his daughter's cunt waiting there for the onslaught of his cock.