Jack Grant - Making Daddy

"Wow!"

"And that's not all. We're gonna have another party on Friday. And I asked them if you could come."

"Can I? Can I?" Robin was jumping up and down on the bed.

Jodi nodded. "Yep. The more the merrier, Kevin said."

"I can't wait!"

Jodi laughed. "Shhh, we can't let Mom hear us. We'd better get up before she comes in to see what's the matter."

At breakfast they learned that their father had driven back to the city without explanation this morning. That had been the car that Jodi had heard, she decided. She couldn't help wondering if his sudden departure had anything to do with his fucking Robin. Was he remorseful now? Was he afraid his wife would find out? When she asked her mother when he'd be back, Nina shrugged and said she didn't know.

The next three days went very slowly. Jodi wanted to be close to Drew and Kevin all the time, but Drew warned her.

"Look, if you start hanging around us every minute of the day and wanting to go off with us at night, Mom's gonna get suspicious. So cool it, kid. It will be Friday before you know it and then you can have your fun. In the meantime, bug off, hear me?"

Jodi agreed reluctantly. But she knew he was right. She and Robin devoted themselves to sunning and swimming and taking long walks where they could talk over the things they had experienced about sex.

Then it was Friday. Dinner was over; Mom was off to town to a movie. No problems at all about getting away. Kevin decided they would go by boat since neither family car was around. Jack had an old clunker and would drive himself and Francie over to the farmhouse. That way, they could get away by land or water if anyone had to leave. Kevin was a bit worried about his mother coming in and finding them all gone. She wouldn't worry about the two boys, but she would wonder about the girls. It was important to have a way to get them home at some reasonable time so she wouldn't miss them.

The farmhouse was everything Jack had promised. Isolated, it was almost desolate in the thick stand of pines and birch on a knoll on the other side of the lake. A not-yet-repaired boat dock jutted into the water, and Kevin tied the boat securely to one of the posts. He and Drew led the way up the hill, along a narrow, twisting path through the trees.

Francie and Jack were already there. Jack had driven his car down the rutted driveway and parked it out of sight. He told them that he had closed and relocked the gate so that no one could venture down by mistake, surprising them. Then he took them on a quick tour of the house. The huge living room downstairs seemed the most ideal for the party, and Jack had laid a fire in the huge stone fireplace. The kitchen, only a few steps away, had a large refrigerator which was stocked with beer. The boys had been bringing it in all week. They had thoughtfully provided Cokes for the two younger girls, too.

A radio played soft music and Jack pulled all the shades. A big bedroom opened off a small hall at one end of the living room, and the spread was pulled back to show the inviting white crisp sheets. Anyone who wanted could move in here from the other room if he tired of the soft furry rug on the floor or the big sofas along the walls and in front of the fireplace.

Robin's heart was pounding with excitement. They were all so casual about the party. She had scarcely been able to eat or sleep for three days because of thinking about it. Their father hadn't come back to the cabin, and with the boys forcing them to keep their discreet distance, Robin had grown sexy from waiting. She dreamed, day and night, asleep and awake, about the hour she had spent with her father on the pontoon boat. She closed her eyes and imagined she could feel his lips on her tits, his cock sliding up between her legs-the tremendous pressure when it hit her hymen and the flood of pain and relief when it finally broke through. Yet Jodi assured her that the sex she would have tonight with her brothers and Jack Collins would thrill her equally if not more. It was hard to believe, but now she was here. She wished they would start, but she didn't have the nerve to say anything. The boys and Francie seemed more interested in drinking beer.

She watched Francie. It was hard to believe she was only thirteen, not sixteen as she had told them. She was so well developed, already built like a woman. Robin sighed and wondered when her figure would form and if it would be as nice as the other girl's.

Francie giggled and tossed an empty beer can aside. She got to her feet from the rug where they were all sitting and lurched to the radio, turning the dial until she found a station with a good-beat song. Then, grinning, she turned and began to dance.

"Watch this," Francie said with a laugh. "I'm practicing to be a stripper when I grow up!"

She began to sway to the music, wiggling her hips, bending her knees slightly, then bumping up with her crotch thrust forward. She looked at the others through half-closed eyes as she continued the dance. At first it looked silly, like a dumb kid game. But then something changed. Subtly, Francie became a woman dancing. Her body swayed and moved with the music; her hands traced sensuous paths to outline her body. The boys were fascinated and couldn't look away from her. They smiled and watched her over the rims of the beer cans.

Francie moved her open palms along the sides of her rib cage, fingers spread and seeming to grab for the peaks of her tits. Very slowly, the hands moved under the full domes of ripe woman-flesh, cupped them, lifted. It was obvious that she wore no bra, and the hard pips of her nipples veed the cloth of the shirt. They seemed to grow larger and harder as they watched.

Still dancing, Francie moved her hands to her waist, over her hips. The fingers were splayed wide and pressing into the taut white cloth of the girl's shorts. Her hips were never still, swaying, bending, jutting.

The fingers crept toward her crotch.

"Hey, hey!" Drew yelled and clapped his hands.

"Take it off," Jack said with a grin. "Take it off!"

Even the two girls had to smile at the dancer. She was exciting everybody. In exaggerated slow motion, Francie caught the bottom hem of her shirt in her fingers and began to inch the cloth upward. The boys whistled and banged the beer cans. The music got faster, and Francie moved faster in time with it, except for the painstakingly slow movement of her hands skimming the blouse. After what seemed like a very long time, the bottom rims of her tits began to show. They swayed with hidden promise, bounced with the twisting, gyrating dance. Then she tugged at the cloth again and it snaked over the peaks of her boobs, exposing the colored highlights of the peaks. The shirt caught on the jutting nipples and seemed to stop, then skimmed up again. The full beauty of the spheres came into view. The jogging, jiggling tits seemed to rotate in circles as well as bounce up and down, and none of the boys could take his eyes from them.

Francie pulled the blouse over her shoulders and head. For a few seconds, her face was covered by the red cloth as she continued the swaying dance that made her body move so sensuously. The blouse finally came free of her head and she held it at arm's length for an instant before she tossed it to a chair at the side of the room. Francie danced lightly in circles a few times, letting her breasts swing out with the force of her spinning. When she stopped, the twin mountains of golden flesh with the rosy peaks bounced to a stop. Francie's hands went to the shorts and she began the same slow-motion removal of them, pushing downward, rolling the cloth, pausing, inching more naked flesh into sight. The flat belly gleamed like burnished gold. The top edge of her triangle of pubic hair a darker line of glittering golden fleece which slowly grew thicker and narrowed to a tempting V. All three boys were leaning forward now, intent on watching and viewing all they could.