Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

As he drove home he wrestled with his own problem. He thought of Micaela and Gabby and Patty, and his guts tightened with desire for all three of them. What will happen, he wondered, when one of them finds out about another?

It might knit the family closer together…

Or, it might rip it into bitter, jealous fragments… ”

Nude, her body filmed with a fine sheen of sweat, Gabby stood with her feet apart, and her arms outstretched. Bending over, she touched her toes. She was aware of Patty, also naked, sitting on her bed, inspecting the spaces between her toes.

"How come you do that every night?" Patty asked.

"Keeps-puff-me-puff-in shape," Gabby panted.

"What shape? You're almost as skinny as I am.”

"Slender-puff-is the word," Gabby grunted. "Dancers are supposed to be slender.”

"I thought your dancing kept you that way.”

Gabby collapsed on her bed and sprawled out on her back with her legs spread. "Anyway, when I say 'in shape' I don't mean my curves, I mean my physical condition.”

"Oh." Patty was still fingering her toes. Her face was a mask of concentration.

"I wonder what's gotten into ‘Caela the last few days," Gabby mused, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah. She's been a real bitch," Patty agreed.

"I don't approve of the word," Gabby noted, "but 'bitch' is the only way to put it." She toyed idly with one tit, and felt an itch stirring down deep in her groin. She wondered if maybe she should do something about it later on. "And speaking of bitches. I've been meaning to mention it-you've been pretty nice lately.”

Patty frowned. "I guess that's a compliment, sort of.”

"I don't know what Daddy did that Sunday, but it sure worked.”

Patty got a funny, languid look on her face. "It sure did," she answered in a tone that Gabby would have said was sexy, if Patty hadn't been her own kid sister.

"Well, whatever it was, I wish he'd do it to Micaela," Gabby grumbled. "Ever since Daddy had that dinner with his secretary and her husband, ‘Caela's been a real stinker.”

"Maybe she's jealous?" Patty suggested.

"Oh, pooh, how would you know?" Gabby said derisively. "What is there for her to be jealous of? It was just a dinner, after all.”

"I dunno," Patty muttered. "Micaela was picking through his dirty laundry the next day, before she put it in the washer, and she looked awful disgusted and unhappy. Like she'd found something yucky that upset her.”

Gabby bit her lower lip and wondered if maybe Patty had something. Gabby thought of their father having sex with some other woman. Instead of feeling jealous, she felt the hot itch in her crotch get hotter and more demanding. The thought of Daddy shoving his big cock into some other pussy really turned her on. Besides, why should she get jealous? She had Kerry, after all.

But Micaela-all she had was Chris. And anyway, Micaela was a virgin! Gripes, she probably got all uptight just at the thought of someone having sex. Boy, would it blow her mind if she knew what happened between Daddy and me, Gabby thought worriedly.

The memory of that made the itch flare up even hotter. God, the things they had done in the rec room that day. She could still feel his great phallus stuffing her cunt. Jeez, she was going to have to do something about the itch now. It was like a hot worm was eating away at her insides.

"Let's get some sleep, huh?" Gabby suggested hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm bushed," Patty agreed. "And besides, Miss Bossy is likely to see our light on and come in and give us all sorts of shit.”

"Your language is terrible," Gabby noted as she slipped between the sheets.

"I'm sorry," Patty apologized. Yawning, she switched out the light and slid into bed. "Daddy asked me to keep my side clean, but I keep forgetting. I'll try to do better.”

That, Gabby mused in the silent darkness, was what was amazing. Daddy asked Patty to do something, and she really tried to do it. She wasn't perfect, yet, but there wasn't any more stinking laundry under the bed, and she hadn't short-sheeted a bed in days. Gabby fingered her itchy nipples, made them even itchier. She lay there stiff with tension and waited for Patty to go to sleep. She fought the urge to finger her pussy, too. If she did it, it would make her horniness unbearable, and if she did it too much she might cum, which would spoil it for later with Daddy.

She wasn't quite sure when she had decided that she had to have Daddy again, tonight. Maybe when she thought of Daddy screwing with that sexpot secretary of his.

Thinking about it made Gabby's pussy sizzle with hunger. Burned into her mind was the memory of what his beautiful dork looked like, and felt like. Visualizing that hot tower plunging into a pussy other than her own made her steam. And when she thought of it cramming into her own hole, the steam turned to little flames and licked up through her.

Impatiently, Gabby steadied her breathing to a deep, even rhythm, and hoped Patty would think she was asleep. Gabby listened hard to Patty's breathing, waited for her to start her soft snoring. Gabby fingered her pussy very, very delicately, kept her horniness high as she listened.

From somewhere in the house came the sound of a door closing. Probably Daddy going to bed after the news. Micaela had taken a long bath-and most of the hot water-and bedded down early.

Gabby's chest was starting to hurt from breathing so steadily. And she was listening so hard there was a ringing in her ears. Finally she detected it, the soft sucking sound of Patty's snores, and the gentle slurping noise she made when she sucked her thumb in her sleep. It always reminded Gabby of how young her baby sister was. For a moment, Gabby felt a twinge at what she was going to do. It seemed, somehow, an affront to Patty's youthful innocence. Gabby was sure Patty was innocent. She had stopped being a cock-tease. Obviously, Daddy had finally clued her in on what she had been doing so inadvertently.

Silently, Gabby eased the sheet and blanket down, uncovering her slender nude body. The touch of the night against her bare flesh sent a shiver of lust through her. Just the thought of being naked with Daddy got her all excited.

When there was no change in Patty's breathing, Gabby looked over at her sister's bed. Patty was on her side, facing the wall. Just her tousled blonde hair was visible above the covers. The sucking noise had faded.

Gabby eased her foot out of the bed and onto the floor. With a dancer's smooth grace, she slid to her feet and paused and held her breath. Reassured by the silence, she tiptoed sure-footedly toward the door. Bright moonlight filtered through the drawn curtains.

The latch creaked ever so slightly as she turned the knob. A yellow sliver of light speared in from the night light in the hallway. Opening the door just wide enough to slip through, Gabby slithered out into the hall. Her nipples burned when they brushed the cold, hard edge of the door. Then, rather than risk the latch clacking and waking Patty, Gabby left the door slightly ajar.

As silently as a ghost, her insides churning, she took the two steps to his door. She was glad she had forgotten to take off the gold chain and pendant she always wore around her neck. It made her feel more naked to have one thing on. Her ponytail swayed, brushing her back between her shoulder blades. She paused, cocked her head, listened at her father's door.

Her heart thumping with excitement, she reached out and grasped the doorknob. The spring creaked softly as she turned the latch. She eased the door open very slowly. She had been holding her breath so long her chest ached.

He was asleep, snoring quietly. She eased the door open all the way and went in. Silently, she closed it behind herself.

Her cunt squirmed as she gazed across the room at him. The curtains were open. A flood of light from the moon spilled over the double bed. It was a warm night. He had only the sheet over him. It was pulled up to his waist. His strong chest, with its curling mat of black hair, was bared to the night air from the window.