The new girl at school invited me to her place for a sleepover... I never could have predicted where it would lead.
It came as a complete surprise when the new girl, Katariina, found me at lunch and shyly asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a sleepover on Friday night. I was at a complete loss for words. She and I weren't even friends... not really, at least not like that. It wasn't like I didn't like her, or anything. Ms. McManus had put us in a group for a project the other week, with Todd and Andi, and we'd all gotten along well enough. And she was definitely smart, there was no denying that! That first group-work day, just the day after the project had been assigned, Katariina had shown up with a good eighty percent of the thing already done, all by herself! She'd blushed, and mousily whispered that she'd already read that book at her last school anyways, and that she didn't mind doing a bit of extra work... just as long as she didn't have to stand up in front of the class, and do the presentation part.
I don't think I'd ever heard her say so many words all in a row, before that. There really was no reason not to like her... but she was just so quiet all the time! Always sitting in the back of the class, covered up in her big black hoodie, tiny and blonde and all but invisible. Pretty much the exact polar opposite of me, really; I was five-eleven, even taller than most of the male teachers, with hair so dark it almost made me look Asian. An Asian ghost, maybe, considering how pale I was. I couldn't blend in even if I tried, not like Katariina did. But... being able to disappear into the crowd like that had to have its own set of drawbacks, I knew. I honestly didn't think she'd made a single friend since she'd moved in... and that's what did it for me. I remember how much it had sucked, back in third grade when my dad had gotten his new job, and we'd had to move. It had to be even worse, moving like that when you were in high school... and especially if you were so obviously shy, like Katariina was. So I'd swallowed my reservations, put a big smile on my face, and thanked her for the invite, telling her I'd be happy to come.
Her smile lit up her entire face, making her look, if only for a moment, like she was someone else entirely. But then it was gone, and she was arranging to meet outside Ms. McManus' room after last period Friday, before she vanished back into the crowd.
And when Friday came... I still didn't know what to think. But I was there, with my toothbrush, my sleep-shirt, and a fresh pair of panties tucked into the bottom of my school bag. I saw her coming—and I was ashamed to recognize the obvious relief I saw on her face, that I'd actually showed up. Ashamed that I'd considered, even momentarily, doing anything else.
“Thanks, Emma,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the boisterous noise of passing jocks.
“Shouldn't I be the one saying thanks?” I smiled, trying to put her at ease. “You're the one hosting, remember?”
“I guess...” she said, with just a small hint of a smile. “But... thanks anyways. For saying yes.”
“No problem!” I playfully bumped her with my side, careful not to do it too hard, since she was so much shorter than me. I managed to get a bit of a bigger smile... though not quite the laugh I'd been hoping for.
She led the way out through the back doors of the school, across the football field and over the big pedestrian overpass, into the older neighbourhood over on the north side of the school. The houses there were all still quite nice... they were just a little smaller than in the newer neighbourhoods to the south, built back when having a decent-sized lawn was more of a priority than it is now. I kinda liked them, honestly; the trees in the yards were all old and huge, and it made the entire area feel quiet and sleepy. Not so... busy, and crowded, like my own street always felt.
We came to an adorable little house, with lovely, dark-stained wooden siding, and a pair of absolutely enormous maple trees filling the front yard on either side of the walk. Katariina pulled out her key and let us in, closing the door behind us. She dropped her bag and toed off her shoes, and I followed her example, then she took a long, deep breath, shaking out her arms like she was covered in spiders or something.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked brightly, so out of character and confident-sounding that it nearly knocked me back on my heels. “Daddy doesn't allow caffeine in the house, but we have root beer, and Sprite... or orange juice, I think? Or I could make Kool-Aid, if you want. Daddy keeps it for when my little cousins come to visit; we have every flavour under the sun, and then some!”
“Uh... Sprite, thanks,” I said, barely able to find my words as I followed her into the surprisingly large, open-style kitchen. She opened the fridge, pulling out a pair of nearly ice-cold Sprites which we both downed quickly, the perfect remedy after the long walk from school.
“So... you have Mr. Aikens for math, right?” she asked, her eyes glittering impishly. “Did you hear the rumour? About him and Ms. Charles, the gym teacher? The way I heard it, Becky Jordan walked into the coaches' office after softball practice, looking for Mrs. Stevens, and totally caught them making out! He had his hand up her shirt and everything!”
“I...” I gasped, shaking my head in disbelief. “Katariina, please don't take this the wrong way... but what the hell?” I gestured at her helplessly, utterly dumbfounded by her sudden change.
“Ahh...” she frowned, shyly lowering her eyes and biting her lip, once more the girl I'd thought I'd known. “Yeah, uhh... I guess I need to explain. I, uhh... I don't do so good, when I'm not at home. You, uhh... you've heard of agoraphobia?”
“That's... fear of crowds, right?” I asked, my brow furrowing as I tried to remember. “Or is it fear of heights? I always get those two confused.”
“Agoraphobia's mostly crowds... but it can also be empty spaces, or enclosed spaces, or being alone...” she sighed, shaking her head. “There are actually a whole bunch of triggers, not just crowds. It's the fear of being trapped somehow, and not being able to get away... but what triggers a person's fear can be different, it just depends on them. What I have... it's kinda like agoraphobia, but not exactly. I'm totally fine... just as long as I'm at home. I can be out in the yard, and all on my own, or in a huge crowd, if we have people over for a party... but only at home. Anywhere else, I... well. You've seen what I'm like, when I'm not here.”
“Geez, Katariina...” I breathed, trying to imagine it... and then my eyes went wide, as I realized. “Oh my God! You just moved... that must have been horrible!”
“You have no idea!” she laughed nervously, vigorously shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair. “But... with Daddy's job, we really didn't have a choice. And I'm doing better, now. Daddy did my room up just like my old one, and that helped a lot, for the first couple of weeks. And now... this place is home, just like our old place used to be. So I'm pretty much okay, now. Or at least, as okay as I ever was. But, uhh... would you mind calling me Kat, actually? Only my mummu calls me Katariina. Or at least, it was only her that did that, before we moved here.”
“Of course, Kat,” I said, and she smiled happily. “Do you, uhh... maybe want me to tell people at school, that that's what you'd like to be called? If you don't want to tell them yourself?”
“I... think I'd rather you didn't, actually,” she sighed. “School... School's just school. The more I can just fade into the background there, the easier it is for me to cope with not being at home. I just... I just really needed just one friend, you know?” she asked, her lip starting to tremble, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
“Well, you've got one now!” I told her, stepping closer and pulling her into a hug. And I meant it, too! If I'd had any idea what it must have cost her, so gather up the courage to come talk to me, and ask me to come to her house, the one place where she could actually be herself, for a sleepover... Well. A girl who could deal with everything she was dealing with, and still be sweet, and kind... that was the type of girl I would be proud to be friends with, for sure!
“Thank you,” she murmured into my chest, squeezing me tight. She really was just a tiny little thing... she barely even came up to my chin!
“No thanks necessary!” I squeezed her back. “I'm obviously getting the better end of this deal!”
That, finally, actually made her laugh.
“Come on!” she said, stepping back from our hug and rubbing her eyes of tears, taking me by my hand. “I'll show you my room, and you can get changed into something more comfortable if you want.”
She led me back out of the kitchen, and up a strange little half-flight of stairs, up to the bedroom hallway. It was odd... it was like the house was split into two, with one half raised up half a story compared to the other half, so you only had to go up half a flight of stairs at a time, instead of a full one. I knew there had to be a name for that... but I could have flapped my arms and flew, before I could tell you what it was.
Kat's room was... cute. Like, painfully cute. Pink walls, pink sheets and blanket, pictures of cartoon ponies on the walls. It was a room for a little girl, not somebody our age. But... I could understand how it could be comforting, too; a center of safeness and familiarity, something that would never, ever change, just like when she'd been little. She stepped over to her dresser (Surprise! Also pink.), and quickly stripped out of her hoodie...
“Geez, Kat!” I gasped, my eyes going wide as I saw the huge, double-D breasts she'd been concealing underneath. I'd felt a little something, during our hug... but I hadn't been expecting those! She may have been short... but nature had definitely more than made it up to her! “Where have you been keeping those things!”
“Same place I always do!” she giggled shyly, reaching behind herself to undo her sexy, lacy pink bra. And once it was off... God! I didn't know how it was possible, but somehow they looked even more amazing, hanging free! She rubbed the undersides a little, to get the bra-feeling out of them, I guess, and I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head! That was one problem I'd never have to face; I liked my perky little B-cups, really I did... but I was definitely feeling jealous, seeing Kat's huge, perfect tits! “I learned my lesson at my last school; I didn't hide them quickly enough, when they first started growing, and once the boys all knew what I had, they never left me alone! I never dated any of them... I couldn't, really, even if I'd wanted to. Not unless our 'dates' were only ever going to be at my house. But they were all stupid, immature little boys, so I didn't want to anyways. That didn't stop them from calling me a slut, and a whore, when I kept turning them down... So when Daddy and I had to move here, I knew I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.”
She pulled a tiny little belly-revealing, spaghetti-strap tank-top out of her drawer as she spoke, slipping into it and tugging it into place. Pink again, of course, with a cartoon of an adorable, angry-faced rain cloud perched between her breasts, her thick, prominent nipples making it look like the cloud had grown a pair of fists, and was threatening to punch me in the eye with them! Her jeans went next, revealing an incredibly sexy pink thong to match the now-vanished bra, and a tiny, round little ass that had me struggling not to look! She opened her next drawer, wriggling herself into a pair of skin-tight little booty-shorts that left nothing at all to the imagination. (Can you guess the colour this time? Ha! They were salmon. Bet you thought I was going to say pink!)
“So it's just you and your dad, then?” I asked, trying like hell to shake some sense back into myself, and to stop staring at her ass!
“Yep!” she smiled. “I was still really little when Mom died. I have a few memories of her... but mostly, it's more like I remember the idea of her, than actually remembering who she really was. But it's okay; I got literally the bestest Daddy in the whole world, to make up for it!”
“Is that so?” I laughed despite myself. My dad was pretty awesome too... but Kat's enthusiasm was infectious.
“Just wait until you meet him, when he gets home from work. You'll see!” she giggled confidently. “You sure you don't want to get changed into something more comfortable? You can borrow anything you want. My yoga pants would look ridiculous on you, you're way too tall... but we're about the same size, in the waist and hips. I have comfy shirts, and shorts, and skirts... and they aren't all pink, if you want something more your style...”
“I think I'm okay for now,” I laughed again, smirking and shaking my head.
“Suit yourself,” she shrugged. “Just let me know if you change your mind, and I'll help you find something that'll fit. Oh! And before I forget to ask you, do you have any allergies, or anything you really don't like to eat, before I start planning what to make for supper?”
“You cook?” I asked, somewhat surprised. I didn't think that any of my other friends actually knew how to cook... or even that their mothers knew how to cook! I knew I sure couldn't. And Mom... Mom once managed to burn a pot just boiling water. Dad joked that he knew Mom would never divorce him, because all he would have to do was hide her take-out menus, and it would be three days, max, before she was begging him to take her back!
“Every night since I was eight!” she preened. “Though admittedly, Daddy did help a little, when I was just starting out.”
“Wow... I'm seriously impressed!” I grinned. “I can pretty much manage anything that comes with directions on the box... anything more than that, and I wouldn't even know where to start!”
“It's not too hard, once you get the hang of it,” she shrugged self-consciously, but with a definitely proud smile lurking in the corners of her lips. “Actually... if you feel like learning something tonight, how about you and I make pâtes fraîches for supper tonight?”
“Make what now?” I laughed and shook my head. “Pat fresh?”
“Pâtes fraîches,” she repeated, laughing as well. “It's French. It means 'fresh pasta'; noodles made from scratch.”
“You can do that?” I gasped, and she only laughed louder.
“Come on!” she took me by the hand again, and started tugging me out the door of her room and down that strange, half-flight of stairs to the kitchen. “It's not nearly as hard as it sounds. It's a shame we don't have time to make a proper bolognese... but unless you've got three or four hours to let it simmer properly, it's hardly worth the effort.”
“More French?” I asked.
“Italian,” she laughed, stopping in the kitchen and pointing to one of the high cupboards over the aisle. “You're tall... can you get my pasta maker out of that cupboard? Careful, it's heavy.”
“Pasta maker...” I repeated under my breath, as she abandoned me to start gathering tools and supplies. I opened the cupboard... “Is it the thing that looks like a...” I trailed off, not sure how to describe what I was looking at.
“Like a big steel printing press?” she laughed. “Yep, that's it. Just don't drop it! It's heavier than it looks.”
I reached up, and carefully lifted it off its shelf without pulling it out yet; she was right, the thing was heavier than it looked. I set it back down for a moment, got a better grip on it, and pulled it out, carefully lifting it down.
“There should be a handle, and a pair of clamps to hold it to the counter,” she said, without even looking over at me, as far as I'd seen. “They're supposed to be in that same cupboard... but they sometimes migrate, if Daddy's the one emptying the dishwasher before I can get to it.”
“Umm...” Even as tall as I was, I still had to back away and really stretch up onto my tiptoes to get a glimpse inside, but I thought I could see something that was at least the same sheen of steel as the rest of the machine. After a bit of blind groping, I came out with what were, indeed, a handle and two clamps.
For the next couple of hours... I'm afraid I wasn't much help. I tried my best, and Kat was wonderfully patient with me... but I could tell that everything she was having me do to 'help', she could have done much better herself, and in half the time it took her to explain what it was she wanted me to be doing. I don't think I've ever had so much empathy for my teachers as I did just then, watching her trying to teach me! But despite the questionable value of my assistance, by some minor miracle we actually got it all done just in time for her dad to be getting home, including what was apparently a pomodoro sauce? By that point, I was pretty much convinced she was just making up words to mess with me! But whatever it was, it tasted amazing when she had me test it on the end of her spoon!
“Daddy!” Kat suddenly squealed, her spoon clattering loudly into the sink. I hadn't even heard the door opening, but she'd obviously been waiting for it; she sprinted full-tilt out of the kitchen, throwing herself at his chest as he was still coming in the door.
“Ooof!” he grunted, then laughed as he bent to wrap her more fully in his arms, lifting her into the air. She giggled sweetly, her cute, pink-socked feet fluttering in the air. My eyes went wide, and I took advantage of their distraction with each other to look him over without getting caught. God, he was sexy! He had to be at least six-foot-three, maybe even six-four, which made no sense at all, considering how tiny Kat was. He had hair nearly as dark as mine was, but with little flecks of white here and there, and more of them in his thick, closely-trimmed beard. And his eyes... oh, goodness, his eyes! They were the most amazing, crystal-like shade of blue! He turned to look at me then, Kat still held tightly in his arms, and my knees nearly turned to jelly! He pushed the door closed behind him and toed off his shoes, and carried her all the way into the kitchen again before finally setting her down beside me.
“And you must be Emma,” he smiled at me. Such an insufficient word, for an expression that literally robbed the breath from my lungs, and sent my brain into panicked reboot-mode, as I tried to remember how to speak!
“Um, hi, Mr. Korhonen. Pleased to meet you,” I finally managed to stammer, extending my hand to shake.
“Please, call me Taavi,” he corrected. He had just a tiniest hint of an accent I don't think I'd ever heard before, and which I definitely couldn't place. Kat didn't have it; she sounded just as Canadian as I did, once you actually got her talking. His lips quirked as he saw my hand; his was warm and strong as we shook. Then he let me go... and suddenly pulled me into a hug, instead!
I froze... and melted against his chest. God, he smelled so good! What was that? Some sort of cologne? Or... was it just him? Just the smell of his skin and sweat through his shirt? He was so tall, his arms so strong around my back... I tucked my head against his shoulder, barely able to stop myself from moaning, and nuzzling against his chest! Then it was done, and he was backing away—and it was a serious effort of will, to actually let him go!
“So... what have you made for us tonight, Kitten?” he asked.
“Pâtes fraîches with pomodoro,” she giggled proudly, snuggling up against his side and wrapping her arm around his back. He did the same, bending down to kiss her in her long, soft blonde hair. “But it wasn't just me; Emma helped.”
“I was there... I don't know how much I actually 'helped',” I felt compelled to admit.
“Well, don't you go feeling too bad about that!” he laughed. “My little Kitten has a gift; she surpassed me in the kitchen before she even hit puberty!”
“Daddy!” she scolded, thumping him playfully on his chest.
“What? It's true!” he kissed her hair again, making her laugh, before we started carrying everything over to the table.
Supper was... it was just lovely! The food was incredible... but it was so much more than that! My own family hardly ever sat down to eat at the table like this... and if we did eat together, it was usually while we had the tv on, watching something together. But with just the three of us, eating and talking with no other distractions... no wonder Kat thought she had the best Daddy ever, if she got to do this with him every day, just the two of them together! Taavi asked us about our day at school, and Kat surprised me yet again with how much school gossip she seemed to pick up, despite, as far as I could tell, never actually talking to anyone else. And I, in turn, asked Taavi about himself. He was Finnish, as it turned out, a petrochemical engineer from a city called Oulu, which he got quite a kick out of hearing me trying to pronounce. He'd emigrated here just after university, for work, which is where he'd met Kat's mom. She'd been a receptionist... but according to Taavi, what she'd really been doing there was hunting for an engineer she wanted to marry, a service he'd been more than happy to provide! I didn't feel like it was my place to ask, though of course I was curious... I think he must have seen the question in my eyes. He said it had been an aneurysm in her brain; something she had no way of knowing she had, and which may have been there for years, the wall of the blood vessel slowly weakening as it grew. Until one night it burst, killing her silently in her sleep as he lay there next to her.
I couldn't even imagine how awful that must have been for him, waking up to find her like that... and then having to go try to explain what had happened to tiny, five-year-old Kat! I could tell it still hurt him to talk about it, even after all these years... but then Kat reached over, taking his hand in hers. They gave each other a squeeze, and a look... and Kat diverted the conversation to something that had happened in her French class that morning, and we didn't talk about it again.
Kat had Taavi and me load the dishwasher, while she took care of cleaning her pasta machine herself, by hand. She asked if I wanted to have a movie night, and maybe make popcorn later, once supper had a chance to settle, to which I of course agreed. Taavi joined us too, sitting on the big, comfy leather couch, with Kat plopping herself right down into his lap, his arms wrapping tightly around her skinny, mostly-naked little waist below the hem of her shirt. I had to swallow my jealousy again, seeing that... but I at least got to sit right next to him on the couch, as he held her in his lap. Kat said since I was the guest, it was up to me to choose what we'd watch. After some consultation with her, I picked a big, dumb superhero movie; something we wouldn't have to pay too much attention to, in case we still wanted to talk while we watched. I moved a little bit closer as the movie started to play, feeling the warmth of his hip against mine. I couldn't do too much, at least not yet... but I was already planning ahead to the rest of the night, thinking about leaning my head against his shoulder. Maybe even getting him to wrap his arm around my back, the way he currently had them around Kat's waist. I was so wrapped up in my own fantasies of what might happen, I wasn't paying nearly enough attention to what actually was.
“Snuggles, Daddy!” Kat whimpered, snapping my mind back to the present as she squirmed plaintively in his lap.
“Are you sure, Kitten?” he asked, hesitantly glancing over at me for some reason I didn't understand at all.
“Uh hunh!” she confirmed, nodding vigorously. He smiled, kissing her softly in her hair... and then he slid his hands up inside of her shirt, and started squeezing and kneading her huge, amazing tits!
“Oh my God!” I gasped. It was like the gears of my mind had completely frozen up, refusing to take in the truth of what I was seeing!
“What? Your daddy never gives you snuggles like this?” Kat teased as she looked over at me, squirming and giggling happily under her father's forbidden, incestuous touch. I dumbly shook my head, my mouth hanging open in my shock. “I told you... I have the best Daddy ever!” she exclaimed. “And he loves playing with boobs, nearly as much as I love getting them played with! Why wouldn't I let him touch me like this?”
“You've got that backwards again, Kitten!” he chuckled, with the air of a long-standing debate. “I definitely love playing with them more... I've told you this!”
“Nuh unh!” she giggled, vigorously shaking her head. “I love it more... I love it the most! It isn't even possible, for you to love it more than I do!”
“I strenuously disagree!” he grinned, suddenly pinching her nipples to make his point, making her squeak adorably!
I was just sitting there like an idiot, the movie completely forgotten, staring at the unbelievable sight happening right in front of me. I couldn't believe it! And yet... it made a strange kind of sense, didn't it? The two of them had been all alone together, for all this time since Kat's mom had passed. And with Kat's condition... who else was she ever supposed to fall in love with, if not the one man who could actually get to know her as herself, and not the timid, frightened shell she became any time she was out in public? It was so, so wrong... but it obviously didn't feel that way, not to them. I could see it clear as day, in the way they were together. This wasn't a father taking advantage... Kat was an eager and active participant! If anything, from what I'd seen so far it seemed like she might even be the more aggressive of the two!
“Have you ever let a boy feel you up like this?” she asked, bashfully biting her lip as she turned her head to look at me, her eyelashes fluttering in obvious pleasure at what her Daddy was doing to her. “Daddy's hands are so much bigger, and stronger than mine are... it feels totally different, compared to touching them myself!”
“I... no. I never have,” I timidly admitted, a huge, hot blush rising in my cheeks. I'd gone on dates... but I'd never had an actual 'boyfriend' before. I'd never done anything more than kiss... and not even much of that!
“Do... do you maybe want to try?” she offered.
“Really?” I gasped. And I thought my eyes had been wide before!
“You wouldn't mind... would you, Daddy?” she asked, twisting in his lap until she could look up into his eyes.
“Of course not, Kitten!” he smiled, leaning down to softly, lovingly kiss her on her lips, before turning his gaze back to me. “But only if you're sure that's really what you want, Emma.”
“I...” I gulped. Was it what I wanted? My ovaries were screaming 'Yes!', so loudly it was hard for the rest of me to actually think! In the end... I fell back on what my grandma once told me. If you're really struggling with a decision, try not thinking about the decision itself. Imagine how you will feel a day, or a month, or a year down the line, after having made the decision either way. And once I thought about it like that... once I imagined how I would feel, having been given this chance and turning it down... there was nothing else I could do. “Are... are you sure you wouldn't mind?” I asked her.
“You're my friend, now,” she said, shyly dropping her eyes as she reached over to take my hand, her voice once more quiet and timid like I was used to. “Friends share! I don't mind... as long as I get to watch!”
“Umm... okay, then,” I agreed, my heart feeling like it was beating about a million miles a minute! Kat slid out of his lap and down to his other side. But as I tried sliding up to take her place... Taavi guided me into spinning around first, coming to rest straddling his lap. He reached upwards, softly stroking his fingers through my hair, staring into my eyes. Then he pulled me gently closer, as we slowly started to kiss!
“Mmmmm!” I purred against his lips, snuggling closer and wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. He stroked my hair, my back, my hips. His kiss was amazing! So much more tender, and patient, than any of the ones I'd had before! And his beard... it tickled so much, in the best possible way! I wanted more... but I was so afraid to mess it up! It came as such a relief when I finally felt the tip of his tongue against my lips, and I could open my mouth, welcoming him inside. I moaned into his mouth, swirling my tongue with his. I was enjoying kissing him so much, I barely registered it when his hands started sliding up my ribs. But then they were suddenly on my breasts, and starting to squeeze—and my mind went completely, utterly blank! It wasn't until he released the pressure a little, and I started breathing again, that I was actually able to think.
“Are... are they okay?” I asked, nervously chewing my lip. “I know they aren't nearly as nice as Kat's are... but are they at least okay?”
“They aren't nearly as big,” he corrected me with a smile. “That isn't remotely the same thing as saying they aren't as nice! Girls—and some guys, I admit, but mostly girls—get far too worked up about size. Kat's are wonderful, obviously... but I can get just as much enjoyment out of cute little perky ones, like yours, as I can get out of huge, heavy ones like hers. For most guys... contrary to what you might have heard, breast size just really doesn't matter to us all that much. All we really care about, is whether you're going to let us play with them or not!'
“You can play with them, Taavi!” I breathed. “You can play with them any time you like!” But then I paused as I realized what I'd said, nervously glancing over at Kat. “Uhh... as long as that's okay with Kat, that is.”
“Fine by me!” she giggled happily. True to her word, watching me making out with her Daddy didn't seem to be upsetting her at all. Quite the opposite, in fact, if the state of her nipples could be believed! “Get her out of her shirt and bra, already! And... you can call him 'Daddy', if you want.” Her voice grew quiet again... but there was no sign of nervousness, not any more; that was arousal I was hearing, pure and simple! “He loves it when I call him 'Daddy'... he used to love it when Mom called him that, too!”
“How on earth do you know about that?” he gasped, turning his head to face her, his mouth gaping open in shock.
“You told me I could have any of Mom's things...” she smiled shyly, not quite meeting his gaze. “I found her diary, from back when you first started dating, in the bottom of one of those old boxes. How else do you think I knew how to seduce you, the way I did?”
“Little brat!” he laughed. “Someone's getting a spanking, later!”
“Yes, Daddy!” she giggled, obviously taking that more as a promise than a threat. He comically rolled his eyes at her, then turned his attention back to me.
“Would... would you like that... Daddy?” I asked him nervously. “Do... do you want me to call you 'Daddy', while you play with my titties?”
“I would love that, baby!” he purred, his voice so low, and sexy, and growly, that alone was enough to send shivers of pleasure racing up and down my spine! “Now... let's see about getting you out of that shirt!” I giggled girlishly... I didn't mean to, but after listening to Kat doing it so much, I just couldn't help myself! At least Daddy seemed to like it—he kissed me again, hard, as he slowly, teasingly started sliding my shirt up my ribs!
“Take his off, too!” Kat enthusiastically giggled her encouragement. “You have got to feel what his chest hair is like, when it tickles your nipples!”
She didn't need to tell me twice! It was tricky, since there was no way I was going to stop kissing him long enough to watch what I was doing, but eventually I figured out the trick of undoing someone else's buttons instead of my own. He was going slow on purpose, waiting for me to finish, so I got to spread open his shirt and run my hands up and down his chest for a moment, before I had to raise my arms so mine could come all the way off. Then it was his turn... only I'd totally forgotten about undoing his cuffs, too, so when I tried to pull it off of him he totally got stuck! Kat laughed, stepping in to help rescue me, and tossing his shirt to join mine on the floor. Then, not to be left out... she stripped her own off, too, and started playing with her boobs herself!
“That is such a cute little bra, baby!” he complimented me, making me blush even more as his hands started exploring again, his thumbs brushing slowly back and forth across my tiny, hard little nipples through the thin, violet fabric.
“Thank you, Daddy!” I purred. I don't know how he was even managing to look at me, when he could have been looking at Kat instead... but he was, and I loved him for it! He started kissing me again, his hands making their way back around to my clasp. And once it came off... Kat was right. His chest hair on my nipples felt amazing! Our kissing grew more and more intense, until we were basically just panting into each other's lips. And then... he slid his hands down to my butt, pulling me up onto my knees, lifting me out of range of his kiss. I didn't understand at first... until his lips closed around my nipple, and he started to suck! And let me just say, it was a very, very good thing he was still holding onto my butt! Because that sudden, intense wave of pleasure I felt radiating through my breast... I would have fallen over and cracked my head open on the coffee table for sure, if he hadn't been holding on so tight!
“Pretty awesome, isn't it?” Kat giggled, sexily biting her lip as she stared.
“Uh hunh!” I nodded vigorously, unable to do anything else. She giggled at me again... and then before I knew it, she was up onto her knees as well, putting her hand on my cheek to turn me to face her, and kissing me firmly on my lips!
“Mmph!” I gasped. But she just giggled again, her soft, warm lips vibrating against mine, as she started running her fingers through my hair. I'd never been into girls... at least, I'd never thought that I was into girls! Though looking back on it now, the way I'd reacted to watching her getting changed earlier probably should have been a giant, neon-flashing clue! And now that she was actually kissing me... I freed one arm from around his neck, running my fingers into her long, soft blonde hair... and I kissed her back every bit as intently as I'd just been kissing her dad!
She moaned into my lips, pushing herself tighter against us, her huge, soft titty pressing hotly against my side as we made out. It was totally different... softer, and gentler, even when we started getting more passionate, our tongues dancing deeply into each other's mouths. Daddy was going back and forth between my titties now, his big, strong hands squeezing my ass through my skinny little jeans. It felt incredible, I never wanted it to stop! My parents already knew I would be staying over for a sleepover... and I wanted to stay up all night long, never moving from that exact same spot! Only... Kat was pulling away from our kiss, her big, beautiful blue eyes—which I just that moment realized were exact copies of her daddy's!—dilated wide with arousal as she stared into mine.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” she breathed, still softly stroking her fingers through my hair.
God, did I ever! I wanted that more than I'd ever wanted anything! Only...
“I'm a virgin...” I admitted, bashfully lowering my eyes and biting my lip.
“That's okay,” she said, gently placing her fingers under my chin, and raising my gaze back to hers. “I was, too. I won't say it isn't going to hurt... Daddy's really, really big! But... I can promise it'll be worth it, if you want him to.”
I gulped nervously. Part of me had already known... but it was still somehow shocking to hear her admit it, that she'd actually been having sex with her own Daddy... that he'd been the one to take her virginity! And now... she was offering to let him do the same to me!
“Do you have a condom?” I shyly asked. “I'm... not on any birth control.”
“Daddy hates them,” she smiled, shaking her head. “So do I, honestly... it's so, so much better without, just you wait and see! I can't even tell you how much it sucked, having to wait to get on birth control before I could start letting him cum in me! But for just tonight... you don't have to worry. He can just pull out, and you can take it in your mouth, or on your face or your titties, instead. You're so pretty already... you'd look absolutely amazing, with your face covered in Daddy's cum, before I lick and kiss it all off of you again!”
“You really think I'm pretty?” I asked, surprised that she thought of me like that. In my defence... my brain was trying to function on about a quarter of it's usual blood supply, the rest of it already having been redirected to my breasts, butt, and pussy!
“Are you kidding?” she gasped in shock. “Emma... do you seriously not even realize what a total, heart-stopping smoke-show you are? I've been crushing on you big time, ever since the first day I laid eyes on you in September!”
“Agreed!” Daddy laughed, momentarily abandoning my nipple, and looking up at me from between my breasts. “I've always had a thing for shorter girls, like Kat and her mom... and blondes, especially! But baby... I will eat you up with a fucking spoon! You are gorgeous, Emma! Seriously, one of the hottest girls I've ever seen, much less had a chance to be with!”
“I...” I gulped, a huge, hot blush rising in my cheeks. “I don't even know what to say!”
“Say you want Daddy to fuck you, you big dummy!” Kat laughed, pushing me playfully on my shoulder. “What else do you think you need to say?”
“I...” I swallowed again, tilting my head down to stare deeply into his amazing blue eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy... I want you to take my virginity!”
“It will be my honour!” he smiled up at me, his formal-sounding phrasing making me giggle. I dropped myself back into his lap, to start kissing him again... and he stood up from the couch, holding me up by my butt, making me squeak! He carried me that way, Kat turning off the tv, skipping along beside us in her excitement at what was about to happen, her heavy tits bouncing hypnotically in the air.
He carried me into his room... which was very clearly their room, now that I could actually see inside it. Kat may still have had 'her' room, across the hall, where she kept most of her things... but from the amount of cutsie pink girlie stuff on one of the bedside tables, and on top of the same-side dresser, they had obviously been sharing this room for a while already.
He laid me down in the middle of their bed... but then he just stood up again, staring down at me with the strangest expression on his face.
“What are you waiting for?” Kat asked, echoing my own thoughts perfectly. “Get her out of those jeans, already!”
“In just a minute!” he laughed, taking her by her hand and pulling her over to him, wrapping her in his arms as he held her with her back to his chest, looking down at me over the top of her head. “I'm just memorizing this view! It's definitely worth taking a moment to remember, don't you think?”
I could feel my blush growing even brighter, and I bit my lip and lifted my arms to cross my wrists on the mattress over my head. I writhed slowly, trying to show myself off as well as I could, for both of them!
“Well, obviously!” she agreed with a giggle, squirming happily in his arms. “But I still think it'd be even better to memorize what she looks like without wearing pants!”
“I can't fault your reasoning there!” he laughed, letting her out of his arms, and shooing her out of his way with a swift spank on her pert, booty-short-wearing ass, making her squeal and laugh! He crawled slowly up onto the bed, and I reached down to undo the fastenings of my jeans for him—he batted my hands away before I could, and did it himself instead. He pulled them off slowly, taking his time, devouring me with his eyes as he did it. It left me in nothing but my cute cotton panties—and thank goodness I'd made sure I matched, before leaving the house that morning! They weren't as obviously sexy as Kat's tiny pink thong... but they were small, and tight. I knew he could see the outline of my lips, and from the hungry, predatory look in his eyes, he was definitely enjoying what he saw!
He bent down, and started to kiss me, all along the waist of my panties, the tickling of his whiskers making me giggle. He slipped his fingers in under the band, slowly pulling them down... I bit my lip, holding my breath.
“God, that's a beautiful little pussy!” he growled, sending shivers up pleasure dancing up my spine once again at his praise. Even more than wearing matching bra and panties, I was so, so glad I'd shaved! Then he kissed me... and if I'd thought having him sucking on my nipples was intense, that was nothing compared to him doing the same thing directly on my tiny, sensitive little clitty!
He knelt back up, leaving me gasping, and started fumbling at his belt—but Kat stopped him right away.
“Let Emma do it,” she said, smiling and shaking her head. She'd lost her booty shorts and thong somewhere without me noticing, probably while her daddy had been busy kissing my pussy, rolling my eyes back in my head. I could see now that hers was shaved too, and (predictably, really) flushed the most stunning, bright shade of pink!
He crawled back down off the foot of the bed, and it took me a moment to get myself back together enough to sit up and scoot my way down. I went to work on his belt and the fastenings of his pants, just like Kat had wanted me to... but even forewarned that he was big, I'd truly had no idea what to expect.
“Oh my God!” I gasped reverently, as I got my first look at what he had waiting for me, and took it timidly into my hands. It was so incredibly, unbelievably hot, and heavy... “You've got to be kidding me!” I glanced aside at Kat, mentally measuring him against her tiny, skinny little belly. “You can't seriously tell me this thing actually fits inside of you! He'd tear you apart!”
“Pussies stretch!” she giggled wickedly. “It's basically their entire purpose for existing! And if they can stretch enough to push a baby out of, they can obviously do the same thing to fit a cock... even one as big as Daddy's is! If it makes you feel any better, I felt the exact same way myself, the first time I saw it. But it really does fit... I can take it first though, if you want to see the proof, before you try it for yourself?”
“No... I believe you,” I said, slowly stroking him in my hands. I hardly even realized I was doing it—it just felt so natural, the soft, warm skin sliding so effortlessly over the thick, steely hardness within!
“How about you start with just a kiss, sweetie,” he suggested, comfortingly stroking his fingers through my hair. “You can take all the time you need... and if you decide you aren't ready after all, and you just want to try oral tonight, that's okay, too. We won't do anything else... not until you decide you're ready to.”
I nodded gratefully, the promise that I would be in control of the timing giving me the courage I needed for my next step. I leaned forward, and started to kiss him. He felt so... spongy, against my lips! It made me giggle. I don't know what I'd been expecting... but it hadn't been that! Thankfully, Daddy chuckled too. I kissed a little harder, testing with my tongue. He didn't taste like much of anything, really; just a little bit salty, like slightly-sweaty skin. Which made sense... I don't know why my brain was expecting everything to be so different, just because it was now his cock I was kissing, instead of his lips. I'd just built up this moment so much in my mind, I guess... my first ever time sucking a cock! Speaking of which...
I opened my lips, and took him into my mouth, careful not to scratch him with my teeth. I knew that much, at least, from hearing other girls talk! It wasn't easy, getting my mouth to open that wide... but the happy moaning and groaning he was starting to make more than made up for any difficulty on my end! I tried to remember all the blowjob advice I'd heard from my other friends... but honestly, that lasted all of about ten seconds or so before I just gave up. He was just so big, and thick! I was struggling just trying to keep my jaw open wide enough not to bite him, never mind trying to perform any sort of actual technique! I think it was that, more than anything else, that finally convinced me it was time; I knew getting him inside me was going to be a challenge, but once I did, I had much more faith in my pussy being able to make him cum, rather than keeping on trying with just my mouth! I pulled away... scootching back on the bed, before laying myself down, and slowly, bashfully opening my thighs.
“Be gentle with me, Daddy,” I reminded him once again, nervously biting my lip.
“Of course, baby,” he agreed, smiling reassuringly as he climbed up onto the bed between my legs. “Gentle... until it's time not to be!” He winked, and I giggled bashfully. He notched himself carefully into place, feeling so hot, and heavy between my tiny, delicate little lips...
“Let me help!” Kat giggled, flopping herself down beside me on the bed. She took my hand in hers next to my hip, giving me something to squeeze—while with the other, she reached down, and gently, carefully spread my lips with her fingers!
I giggled shyly... but I was grateful for the help! Daddy leaned right down on top of me, and we started kissing again... and only after I was fully involved in our make-out session, did he slowly start to push. In and out, in and out... it was just tiny fractions of an inch, gently coaxing me into opening for him. Kat had been right once again, it did hurt... but not nearly as much as I'd been afraid it would. And... it felt really good, too, even despite the pain! Maybe it was just all the horny-chemicals flooding my brain... but by the time his head finally popped in through my lips, I was hardly even noticing that it hurt! My free hand grabbed his ass, trying to pull him deeper... he just laughed at me, telling me to slow down. He was the expert, I supposed, so I knew I should listen to him, and trust his advice... but I really, really wanted him all the way inside me, already!
Needless to say, I was soon singing a different tune! I did pretty good, for the first three quarters or so. But those last couple of inches... that's when I really started to feel myself stretch! He slowed down again, taking his time, just like he had when first getting his head inside. I... kinda lost track of time, my eyes rolling back in my head again. It was just so incredible, feeling him inside of me like that... the huge, thick weight of him brushing slowly back and forth over all my most intimate, sensitive spots, so, so much deeper than I had ever been able to reach with my fingers! It could have been five minutes, or five hours, and I really wouldn't have been surprised to find out either way. But when I finally felt him pressing tightly up against my lips, my eyes wide and shocked as I stared down between us to confirm he was truly all the way inside...
“Oh, God.... oh, Daddyyyy!” I squealed, the orgasm hitting me completely out of nowhere, triggered more by the knowledge that he was finally, fully inside of me, than by the actual physical sensation! I writhed and shook, amazing, endless reverberations of pleasure cascading through my body, making me instinctively try to get away. As if that was ever going to happen! Daddy had me pinned solidly beneath him, and I was going nowhere fast! And that... that just made it even hotter, drawing out my orgasm even more, knowing I was so completely helpless, and utterly at his mercy!
“Good girl, Emma! You're such a good, good girl, cumming on Daddy's cock like that!” Kat purred. I turned my head to look at her, smiling shyly but proud, gasping heavily as my orgasm finally started to ebb. I loved being a good girl! I loved being a good girl for Daddy, just like she'd said! But... there had been more to the way she'd said it, somehow I was just sure. And I knew I was right, when she read my question in my eyes.
“Daddy has a rule...” she admitted, giggling shyly. “Good girls get it in the pussy. Bad girls... have to take it up the ass!”
“Oh my God!” I gasped, my eyes going wide. “You actually let him do that to you?”
“Uh hunh!” she giggled again, guiltily averting her eyes this time. “Sometimes... I'm even naughty on purpose, so he will!”
“Brat!” Daddy laughed. He'd slowed down a little, as my orgasm had been fading away, but now he was speeding back up again. “Don't think I've forgotten about that spanking you earned!”
“Promises, promises!” she teased back, giggling sweetly and making him laugh even harder. I just smiled, a happy, comfortable warmth filling my entire body. I'd never imagined sex could be like this... not just hot, and sexy, the way it's always portrayed in movies and tv. But playful, and fun! It was all just so wonderful... cuddling naked with my new best friend beside me, her huge, soft titties pressed hotly against my side, while her amazing, sexy daddy had his way with me, making me cum for him on his incredible, world-shaking, mind-breaking cock!
“Ohhh, fuck me, Daddy!” I moaned, so lost in the moment, I hardly even knew what I was saying! “Fuck me harder! Use my tiny little teenage pussy! Use me to pleasure your cock!”
“You sure you're ready for that, baby?” he chuckled at me, softly kissing my lips as he spoke. “I think your mouth is writing cheques this sweet little pussy of yours might not be ready to cash!”
“Please, Daddy!” I begged. “Please! I can take it... I just know I can! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, and make me yours!”
“Yeah? Is this how you like it, baby?” he growled, quickly picking up his pace. Oh, God! I pulled my legs further back, letting go of Kat's hand and wrapping my arms around the backs of my knees, holding myself open for him. I was gasping, panting, every deep, powerful thrust of his cock forcing a burst of air from my lungs! I could hear it now, the rhythmic slapping of his hips against the backs of my thighs, and... the hot, wet squelchy sounds of my too-juicy little pussy! I was so, so embarrassed by that! But... it just felt so amazing, feeling him pounding so hard, and fast, and deep inside of me!
“I love it, Daddy!” I wailed. “I love the way you're fucking me!”
“Mmmm... you're such a good little girl, Emma!” Kat purred into my ear. She was playing with herself now, her ring and middle fingers rapidly frigging her beautiful, pink little pussy, as she watched her daddy fucking me! “You love my daddy's cock, just as much as I do! Tell Daddy you're his good little girl! Tell him he can have you any way that he wants!”
“I'm yours, Daddy!” I whimpered obediently. “I'm your good little girl! You can have me any time, and any way that you want! I'm yours, Daddy! I'll do anything you say! Please, just promise you'll never stop fucking me! Please!”
“Count on it, you little slut!” he laughed. “Kitten didn't go to all this effort seducing you, just for us to give you up now! You're ours now, baby! You're ours, and we are never, ever letting you go!”
I turned my head to Kat again, shocked at what Daddy had just said! But... I could see the truth of it in her big, beautiful, guilty-looking eyes. Everything she'd done... she'd been intending to seduce me, right from the start! I bet she and Daddy had even planned it out together, before she'd ever invited me to come over! Had... had she snuck secret cell-phone photos of me, while we were at school? Had she showed them to Daddy, to get his permission first? To make sure he thought I was pretty enough, to make sure he'd want to have sex with me, once I was here?
“Oh, God, Daddyyy!” It was happening again! It was at least half-way physical this time, not like my last one had been. But the idea that Kat and Daddy had conspired on this, to bring me over and seduce me together... God, that was fucking hot!
“Do it, you little slut!” Kat squealed happily. “Cum for Daddy! Cum all over that huge, fucking cock!”
I screamed and shook... and this time, Daddy didn't slow down to give me a break. If anything, he actually started doing me even harder, drawing it out as long as possible, making it so intense I literally started experiencing tunnel-vision, my constant, involuntary squealing making it impossible to draw in enough breath!
Once it finally faded... I was basically just a twitching, gasping puddle of sex. Unable to move, barely even able to breathe... Kat and Daddy could have done anything they wanted to me, and I wouldn't have even had the energy to object! I'd always heard multiple orgasms were a thing girls could do... but I'd never tried having one myself, before. Mostly, I only masturbated at night time, to help me get sleepy before bed. Having two of them, right in a row like that... and the most amazing, most intense ones I'd ever had in my life! Yeah... I was in no state to do anything but lay there and take it, whatever Daddy wanted to give! And when I had my third one... and then my fourth... I was barely even conscious anymore, by the time Daddy was finally getting close himself!
“You ready, baby?” he growled, a noticeable hitch in his hips on every deep, powerful thrust. I may have been new at this... but even I could tell, it wouldn't be long now! “Have you decided where you want to take it?”
“Inside me, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Inside me, please!”
“Are you sure?” he asked, obviously taken aback. “I thought you said you weren't on birth control?”
“I don't care!” I whined. “Please, Daddy! Please! I need it inside me! I need to feel you cum in me! Please, Daddy! Please!”
“Give it to her, Daddy!” Kat moaned. She'd had two orgasms herself by that point, but she was coping much better than I was. “Cum in her! I want to watch you breed this little bitch!”
“Please!” I gasped, my eyes going wide at Kat's words, as I desperately started to nod. It made no sense... it was a horrible idea! I couldn't let him do that... I couldn't let him actually breed me, put his baby in me! I barely even knew him! I just couldn't...
But clearly, my brain was no longer in control. “Breed me, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Please! I want it! I need it! Fill me up, Daddy! Shoot your cum in me! Fill this fertile little teenage womb... Put your baby in me, Daddy! Please!”
“Oh, fuck!” he growled, the frantic, reckless need in my voice sending him careening over the edge. He slammed into me, the hardest he'd done yet, his huge, thick cock pulsing violently within me, the amazing, scalding heat of his seed bursting into my depths, filling me up, just like I'd asked!
“Daddyyy!” I squealed, my last and most-powerful orgasm stealing the breath from my lungs, my eyes rolling helplessly back in my head, my entire body starting to shake. There was nothing, nothing in the entire world, but the incredible, life-altering pleasure of feeling Daddy's cum inside me! On and on my orgasm tore through me, long past the last spurt of Daddy's cum. And just when I thought it was finally starting to fade... just the thought of that thick, sticky goo so deep up inside me, millions upon millions of swift, potent spermies hunting down my vulnerable teenage eggs... and it would start right up again, lightning-strikes of pleasure radiating out from my womb, as powerful as ever!
I must have literally passed out at some point, though I don't think it was for very long. When I came to again, Daddy was on his back, clutching me to his chest with his cock still inside me, breathing heavily next to my ear, trying to recover.
“God, Kat...” I finally gathered enough breath to speak, turning my head to face her again. She was looking pretty out of it, too, though not nearly so much as I was. “Is sex with him always like that?”
“Pretty much!” she giggled tiredly. “Why else do you think I needed so badly to recruit your help! Once a day, I can pretty much manage... but Daddy can go three, sometimes even four times a night, if he doesn't have to get up early for work the next morning!”
“Oh, God!” I gasped, my eyes going wide.
“Having second thoughts, beautiful?” Daddy purred, reaching down to pinch my ass, making me squeak.
“No, Daddy,” I giggled, surprised to find that I meant it. It was still crazy... but I had always wanted to have babies of my own. What was I going to do... go back to trying to date high school boys? Because that had been working out oh-so-well for me before now!
“Glad to hear it!” he chuckled, kissing me softly in my hair.
“So... does this mean you'll finally let me go off my birth control, Daddy?” Kat giggled, snuggling closer in against our sides, adding her own smaller, softer hand to Daddy's on my slender, sweat-soaked back. “It's only fair... if Emma gets to have you knock her up, then I should, too!”
“You sure you two didn't work this out ahead of time, just so you'd have an excuse?” he grinned at her, the irony of him accusing us of planning things out together making me laugh.
“I suppose you do have a point...” he reluctantly agreed, Kat squealing happily and kissing him forcefully on his lips. And then, turning her kisses to me! We made out for quite a while, all three of us taking turns, until Daddy finally softened enough to slip out of me.
“Lay down on your back!” Kat ordered me, her beautiful blue eyes flashing wickedly. “Now that you actually let him do it inside you... I am dying to see what his cum tastes like when I'm licking it out of your pussy!”
“Only if I get to taste yours, while you do it!” I countered with a laugh. Maybe I hadn't thought I liked girls... but at least as far as Kat was concerned, I'd definitely given up on fighting it!
We squealed and play-wrestled, Daddy laughing and stroking us with his hand as he watched. I could still hardly believe everything that had just happened... everything that was still happening! But with Kat's juicy, creamy little pussy in my face, my own in hers, and Daddy's big, strong hand lovingly caressing the curve of my ass... as unexpected as it was, I just had to face it; I'd never been happier! Maybe it was a little weird, Kat having sex with her own Daddy... but honestly, I just didn't care about that anymore! They were obviously in love with each other... and if it wasn't quite 'love' yet with me as well, then I could already feel the stirrings of it taking root in my heart. I knew it would only be a matter of time, until they felt for me, and I felt for them, what they already felt for each other. And I wanted that... I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything, in my whole entire life!
“Kat?” I purred down into her soft, smooth little lips, happily licking up her cream. She may have been the instigator of all this... but I was still bigger, dang it! I'd won our wrestling match, which meant I had her pinned beneath me, happily grinding my cummy little pussy into her beautiful little face!
“Hmmm?” she murmured back, the sudden vibration on my clitty making me gasp.
“You were right...” I moaned, as Daddy took that opportunity to give me a tighter squeeze on my ass.
“Always!” she giggled playfully. “But what about, specifically?”
“Bestest. Daddy. Ever!” I laughed, and so did she. Daddy didn't understand why it was so funny... but he didn't seem to care. He just pinched my ass again, making me squeal!
Crazy or not... I already knew I was going to do anything it took, to make sure I was not going to mess this up!