Nick Eastwood: Daughter gets horny

"Oh, wow," Sandy Falk breathed, "I can hardly believe this. It looks like we were all wrong about sex, Sis." The wide-eyed teen was sitting on her bed, staring at a huge illustrated book.

"What is it?" her sister Molly demanded, jumping onto the bed. "Let me see."

Sandy pointed to a paragraph in the book, and Molly read it, her eyes widening. "Oh, my gash!" she exclaimed. "We sure have a lot to learn."

"I'll say we do," Sandy said grimly. "You better sit here and read this book with me. Otherwise we'll never get finished before it's due back at the library."

"Right," Molly agreed.

Molly was just a year younger than her sister, and the two looked a lot alike, cute and petite blondes. But there were a lot of differences between them, too. Sandy was serious, a bookworm, and she wore her golden hair in prim braids. Molly was a bubble head and as outgoing as a friendly puppy. Her honey-blonde hair was in short bouncy curls which seemed to be springing in all directions.

"Gosh, so that's what fucking is all about?" Molly said wonderingly as the girls pored over the book.

"Yeah, I guess babies don't come out your belly button after all," Sandy said.

There was a good reason for the sisters' ignorance about sex. Their father, Roy Falk, had always been very careful to shield them from any information on the subject. But finally their curiosity had gotten the better of them, and Sandy sneaked to the public library to check out a book which would answer all their questions. The girls were amazed at how much they didn't know.

"Darn Daddy anyhow," Molly complained, "how come he didn't tell us all this stuff?"

"I guess he was just trying to protect us," Sandy replied.

"But from what?" Molly asked.

A good question. The girls' mother had died ten years previously, and Roy Falk had never remarried. He regarded raising his two daughters as a very serious responsibility and, as a police detective, he was more conscious than the average person of the corruption in the world. He wanted to make sure his girls were never exposed to the seamier side of life. But maybe he'd gone overboard.

Molly and Sandy had always been sent to strict all-girl schools where there were no sex education classes. There was no information on sex to be had, either from the school or from their father. He also told them they couldn't go out with boys till they were twenty-one. To the curious teenagers, that seemed like an awfully long time to wait. They knew they were missing something – and that was one of the reasons Sandy had defied her father and checked out a book on sex.

"This book is fantastic." Molly said, "But Daddy'll kill us if he catches us reading it."

"Then we'll just have to be really careful," Sandy replied. They heard a noise from downstairs, and she instantly snapped the book shut and scurried to hide it under her bed. "That's gotta be Daddy coming back from his date. Let's try to look innocent."

After making sure the book couldn't be seen, the two sisters sat primly on their beds waiting for their father to come and check on them like he always did when he'd been out at night. But this time Roy didn't come upstairs. It was almost midnight, and maybe he thought they'd gone to bed. Still it was the first time they could remember that he hadn't come up to check on them. Every night since they'd come home from boarding school for the summer, he'd tucked them in and given them a good night kiss.

"Something funny's going on," Molly said. "You think so?" Sandy said. "Hey, maybe he invited his date in for coffee or something."

Molly gave her a gleeful smile. "Hey, wouldn't that be something to watch?" she said. "We've never met one of his girlfriends. And maybe they'd do something, uh, interesting."

"Molly," Sandy said sternly, "are you suggesting that we spy?"

"Yep," Molly grinned.

"Terrific idea," Sandy said, as they both slipped off their beds and tiptoed to the door.

They crept down the upstairs hall and halfway down the stairs, where they were hidden in shadow but could see into the living room. To their delight, Sandy's hunch was correct. Daddy had brought his date home. The girls exchanged wicked grins, then settled into comfortable positions to watch, tucking their long cotton nightgowns around their legs. It was just as good as going to the movies – maybe even better.

Roy Falk had always made it a strict point to keep his role as a father separated from his dating activities. He was no monk, he needed women, but so far he'd never found one to replace his deceased wife and be a mother to his girls. So he had casual affairs and never introduced the girls to his daughters. No point in letting the kids get attached to somebody who wasn't going to be around long, he thought.

But tonight things had gotten out of control. He'd had several dates with Christine Denton, a gorgeous nurse in her late twenties, and she turned him on like no other woman he'd ever met. When she begged to see his house, he just couldn't turn her down. It was practically midnight, and the kids would be in bed, so there was no chance of them seeing Chris.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked.

"It's a lovely house, Roy," Chris said as she sipped the drink he'd mixed for her, "but that's not exactly why I'm here."

"Oh?" Roy smiled at her over his glass. "Then why did you ask to come here, Chris?"

"So we could be alone," she said in her naturally husky voice. "I have roommates, you know."

Roy felt his cock stiffening. Chris was his favorite physical type, a tall leggy brunette with a cute face and fantastic big tits. He wanted to her into bed in the worst way. But he'd never expected her to come on to him like this, to set it up so they could make love. Now she set down her drink and walked over to him and took his glass away. She snaked her arms around his neck and rubbed her firm curvy body against his.

"Don't I even get a kiss?" she asked.

"Baby, I intend to give you a lot more than that," Roy growled. He kissed her hungrily on the mouth, darting his tongue between her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, melting against him.

On the stairs, Sandy and Molly were breathless with excitement. Along with his other forms of censorship, their dad had never allowed them to see movies or TV shows having to do with sex, so they'd never actually seen a love scene before. Now they were seeing one live. They watched wide-eyed, hardly daring to breathe, as Daddy and his date kissed and rubbed their bodies together.

"Isn't she beautiful," Molly whispered.

"She sure is," Sandy sighed. "I wonder if they'll do all that stuff we read about in the book?"

"It sure looks that way," Molly beamed.

"Well, then, we better keep real quiet," Sandy warned. "We sure don't wanta get caught."

Molly nodded, and they turned their attention back to the exciting action in the living room. Daddy and Chris were just ending their long steamy tongue-kiss, and as they came up for air Daddy slid his hands down Chris' body till he was cupping the firm globes of her ass. He gave her ass a squeeze, and she grinned and rubbed her crotch against his.

"So you wanted us to be alone, did you?" Roy grinned. "Did you have anything specific in mind for us to do?"

"No," Chris breathed, "I want us to do everything. I'm really turned on to you, Roy."

"The feeling is mutual, lady," Roy said, "but I'm afraid I can't take you to my bedroom. It's upstairs, and I don't wanta risk waking my two girls. How do you feel about using the couch?"

"The couch will be just fine," Chris purred. She reached behind her and tugged down the long back zipper of her skin-tight jumpsuit. The garment peeled away from her body and puddled at her feet. Molly and Sandy barely contained gasps of admiration. Chris had a real grown-up woman's body, tall and deliciously curvy, with big thrusting tits the size of small watermelons. It was the kind of figure both girls dreamed of having.