J. Brown - Homespun Fun

"Me neither," Nancy said. "Uncle Ken, after I take Dana to her room, can I go see my friend across the street? I'll be home by ten."

"I don't see why not. And thanks for helping Dana. It's nice of you."

"No problem. C'mon, kid."

"Good night, Daddy," Dana said, letting Nancy lead her away. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night, baby. Have a good sleep."

While Ken was in the kitchen pouring another drink, he heard the front door close. Returning to the living room, he sat down and stared at the TV disconsolately, upset over Dana's reaction to his homecoming and wondering if there was anything he could do to console her.

Until she was ten, he had been around fairly often, working mostly in the States. But when his wife, Carol, died of cancer, he felt he had to get as far away as possible. Lynn was divorced by that time, and wasn't doing much modeling, so she offered to take over his household, and he accepted eagerly.

Not only was his sister an excellent housekeeper, but she was also a terrific fuck, and had been since they were teenagers. He thought she would be a perfect stand-in mother for Dana, and a wonderful piece of ass for him whenever he returned. Besides, he felt he owed something to Toby and Nancy since he was their natural father.

When he had shown up that afternoon, he had thought that Dana's disinterested response had been due to the trouble with her eyes, but now he began to think there was some other reason than that. If it hadn't been for everything else going on, he would have asked Lynn before she left.

He gulped his drink, then went to take a piss. When he came out, he nearly ran into Nancy in the hallway. "Back so soon?"

"Oh, Patty wasn't home. I was going to go to Ann's, but then I thought I'd come back and keep you company."

"Fine. Glad to have you."

"I'll be out in a minute. I want to change."

Ken made himself another highball, telling himself it would be the last one as he was beginning to feel it, then went back to his chair. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette when Nancy entered wearing an ankle-length blue nightgown that was so sheer he could see her body as clearly as though she had nothing on.

The figure he had appraised underneath her clothes was nothing like the real thing. The girl's high breasts were large, conical, and pushed out proudly against the thin material, with dime-size nipples at the tips.

The vee of dark hair covering her pelvis was visible, as were the curls between her rounded thighs.

"Want anything from the kitchen, Uncle Ken?" she asked as she approached him. "I'm going to have some ice cream."

His cigarette and lighter were halfway to his lips, and he had trouble not only keeping his eyes from her sex areas, but also in finding his voice. Carefully training his gaze on her innocent face, he managed to croak, "No, thanks, honey. I've just been out there."

"Okay."

As he watched her waltz across the room with her saucy ass jiggling and the dark crevice between her buns showing, he felt a tremendous surge in his loins and his prick began to swell. She had taken him by such surprise, walking in like a girl in a cat house for viewing, that he couldn't stop the reaction.

Jesus Christ! he thought. Does she walk around like that all the time?

By the time she returned with her bowl of ice cream, he was sufficiently recovered to light his cigarette and hide his hardon as best he could. But, when she plopped down on the couch and drew her knees up to where he could see the patch of ringlets that surrounded her cunt, he was unnerved again, and his prick started to throb painfully.

"What are you watching?" she asked, totally unaware of what she was doing to him.

"I, uhhh, don't really know. I had my mind on something else. Anything you want to see?"

"No. I'm gonna finish this and crash. I was gonna ask you a lot about where you've been, but I know you must be pretty beat."

Ken's hands were trembling as he sneaked quick glances at her inviting pussy and mouth-watering tits, but she didn't notice as she was watching the screen intently. He crossed his wrists in his lap to conceal the erection that was bulging his robe out, trying to ignore the lascivious thoughts that were causing his heart to race.

Get a hold of yourself, you damn fool! he thought. For God's sake, she's your daughter!

Nancy finished her ice cream and stood up, the light from the hallway glowing through her gown and showing every delectable outline of her body. "Sure there's nothing I can get you?"

"No, really. I'm fine."

Smiling charmingly, she carried her bowl to the sink, then came back to lean over him for a kiss. The top part of her nightie fell away, and he caught a quick glimpse of her naked tits, all the way to her rosy nipples. She pecked him lightly and hugged him.

"We're all glad you're back, Uncle Ken. I hope you'll stay a while this time."

"I'm going to try very hard."

"Good." She straightened up and started away. "I'm going to see if Dana has to go to the potty before I go to bed. Night."

"Good night, sweet."

Her exit left him feeling like liquid jelly, except for the rigid erection sticking up from his pelvis. With very few exceptions, he had never felt such a strong passionate desire. It was so vile and so disgusting. She was his daughter! A virgin! And only sixteen-years-old!

The ice cubes in his glass clinked in his quavering hand as he lifted it to his lips. He rubbed his brow and his eyes, wondering if he hadn't been away from humanity so long that he had forgotten what normalcy was. He'd heard of it happening, but he wasn't that kind of man! Not at all!

A return trip to the kitchen for a straight shot soothed his rattled nerves a bit, and, after a calming cigarette, he felt a little better.

It was nine o'clock, and he debated whether to wait up for Lynn and Toby, then decided against it. What he needed was some sleep to get back to normal.

Turning off the television, he stepped into the hallway, then noticed a light under Dana's closed door. Thinking he might smooth things over if he spoke to her briefly, he stepped up to it, rapped softly, then went in.

Dana was stretched out on her bed with one arm flung over her eyes, listening to music from her 8-track, wearing a flimsy yellow gown of the same type as Nancy's.

Not certain whether the girl was asleep, Ken approached the bed as quietly as possible and stood staring down at the still form. The twin mounds of her titties jutted upward under her nightie like two magnificent peaks. Her coral-colored nipples were much larger than Nancy's. Devouring her with his eyes, he gazed at the blonde tufts that swirled around her pelvis and into her crotch.

"Dana," he whispered, "are you awake?"

She lifted her arm from her face and dropped it to her side. "Yes, Daddy. Did you want something?"

"Just a little talk, if you're not too tired."

"No, that's okay." She swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ken took the chair from her desk in the corner of the room and sat down in front of her. His organ was already on the rise again, making him more uncomfortable than he had been originally. "Nothing too important, baby. Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Huh uh. Not too much. It just, well, makes me feel dumb, not being able to see."

"It won't be much longer, I understand. It's uncomfortable, I'm sure, but you can handle it."

Dana bobbed her head. "I know."

"You've got a lot of courage. Were the other burns very bad?"

"No. The doctor says that I won't even have any scars."

"Do you mind if I see them?"

The girl chewed on her lower lip pensively. "There's not much to see.

At least that's what Lynn says."