This one is a VERY slow build... if you're looking for fast and hardcore, this isn't a story for you. Really -- stop reading now.
The following week was awkward at best. Stephanie and I were both unsure where we stood. I could tell that we both felt that we'd lost something. Still, the underlying tension remained unabated. She continued to tease me at home, but without the previous enthusiasm. I'd catch a glimpse of her in her underpants, and she'd flash me a little smile before disappearing around the corner. Her time behind her closed bedroom door grew longer.
The next Saturday we had another split soccer schedule. Carol and Caroline had an early afternoon game. Stephanie's game was over by 9. On our way back to the car, I asked if she wanted to go swimming. "I'm a little tired today," she said. "I think I'd rather just go home."
I'm sure she saw my disappointment. Without Caroline, I had thought that perhaps we would go back to the Family Changing Room together. I'd been hard all morning thinking about it, in fact. She gave me an inscrutable smile and just said, "Don't worry, Daddy. We'll go again." We were both quiet on the way home.
We arrived to find an empty house and a note saying that Carol and Caroline had gone to lunch before her game. They wouldn't be home until late that afternoon. When I told Stephanie we'd be on our own for the day, she said, "I know, Daddy. I told Caroline to get Mommy to take her early." The mysterious smile was on her face again.
"You did?" I'm slow sometimes. I admit it.
Stephanie nodded, and took me by the hand. She grinned at me and blushed. My brain was starting to work again, but still wasn't making the leap. "What are you up to, sweetheart?"
She tugged on my hand and led me through the house. To the stairs. Up the stairs. Into my bedroom. We entered. She closed the door. Somewhere along the way, my feeble mind caught up to what was happening.
"Stephanie. I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't a good idea. I don't think..."
"Daddy?" Her voice was soft but amazingly firm.
"Just shut up, ok?"
Her mind was made up. After a time I nodded, simply unable to deny her.
Stephanie was still in her soccer uniform. She nimbly slid the voluminous shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. I gazed in awe at her flat tummy, and worked my way back up to her eyes again. They were regarding me calmly, patiently. Back to our old game. She was in charge again.
I dutifully unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it on top of hers. Her face was triumphant. She kicked off her cleats. I stepped out of my boat shoes. She paused for a moment, biting her lip. She was wearing socks, but I wasn't. After a moment's deliberation on how to handle this imbalance, she sat on the bed and peeled off her knee-high white leggings. I acknowledged her fairness with a smile. That didn't count, so it was still her turn.
She slid her soccer shorts over her hips and let them fall to the floor, pushing them into the growing pile of clothes. She was wearing the same tiny underpants that she'd had on when she caught me masturbating. Apparently she'd been planning this for a while. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. There was now no possibility that reason would prevail. Any sense of guilt had been driven to a remote, inaccessible part of my mind by the most powerful surge of lust I'd ever felt.
My khaki shorts joined Stephanie's in the pile, making obvious the massive tent in my boxers. Stephanie regarded my excitement with satisfaction. I felt myself blushing, matching my tiny daughter's already flushed complexion.
Stephanie took her time with her panties. She knew she was driving me crazy, and was clearly enjoying every second. She wriggled her hips as she pushed them down and defiantly kicked them off her legs. Her eyes never left my crotch as she did this.
She stood naked and unashamed, and perfect. As with every time I'd seen it, the uninterrupted slope of her belly down to her bare puss took my breath away. I stood looking in awe a little too long. Her face was resolute. It was my turn.
I had to stretch the waistband of my boxers to its limit to get it over the head of my throbbing cock. I let them drop on their own, and pushed them with my toe into our now complete mound of laundry. It was Stephanie's turn to swallow. Feeling her stare was almost like a caress. My penis twitched in response, a third active participant in our silent conversation.
I guess Stephanie hadn't fully thought out her evil plan. As we regarded each other, it became clear that she wasn't really sure what to do next. As she hesitated, I entertained obscene possibilities. God, I wanted her. Her mouth was at the exact height of my cock. I almost came spontaneously from the image of her lips gently wrapping around me.
I opened my eyes to find her still two feet away, her face excited but unsure. Her innocence returned a modicum of sense to my mind. "Let's sit on the bed," I suggested. She nodded quickly, seeming glad for the help.
I sat with my back against the headboard. Stephanie sat beside me. Where Carol usually was. Which was just too strange, even for this already strange scene.
"Why don't you sit at the end, and face this way, honey." Her face questioned me. "That way, I can see you better." Her smile returned. I handed her a pillow, and she propped herself against the post at the foot of the bed.
She stretched out her feet, and I did the same. Our toes met and mingled in the middle of the bed. We pushed against each other, giggling, legs failing, releasing the palpable tension. For a moment, she was just my little girl again. It broke a barrier, in a sense - I hadn't really allowed myself to think of Stephanie in the same moment as both a sexual being and as my daughter. It was as if there were two people, only one of whom existed at any given time. But here she was, my precious girl, my intensely provocative girl, who had lured me here, arranged our tryst, stripped for me, and lay naked on my bed.
I slowly, deliberately pressed my feet against hers and used the tension to open her legs. I looked into her eyes as I gently spread her. Remembering my imagined scene of Stephanie in her bedroom, I pushed her slender legs wide, and guided her small feet until her heels were pressed against the back of her thighs. The lips of her smooth sex parted slightly, revealing for the first time to me the small, delicate folds within. She seemed to relish my visual exploration. She drew her knees back even farther as I stared.
Her hand entered my field of view. Tentatively, it crept up her thigh until it rested against her bare mound. She cupped herself gently. In response, my fingers wrapped around my cock.
"You're so beautiful, Stephanie."
Her entire upper body glowed bright red in response. She looked down. "You are too, Daddy." It was almost a whisper.
Her hand started to move a little. She pressed her palm against her slit, and slowly rubbed it. Up, then down with a bit more force. She watched my reaction as she repeated the motion. A few more rubs. She continued to watch me. It was intensely erotic - but I could tell she was doing it for me, not for herself.
"Don't you like it, Daddy?"
"I love it, sweetheart. But... did you ever, ummm... find the bump?"
She shook her head. "I didn't really know what that meant."
My imagination had gotten ahead of things, obviously. "I guess Mommy should have shown you." Scrunchy face. "OK, maybe not. But she didn't tell you everything."
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"Will you do what I tell you to do for a minute?"
She nodded. "Open yourself up, honey, with your fingers, like this." I closed and opened my thumb and forefinger. Stephanie spread the lips of her puss with her left hand. I was shaking as the soft pink interior was revealed. She was looking down at herself intensely. "It's weird," she said.
"It's perfect, honey, and beautiful like the rest of you." She looked a little skeptical, but was willing to go with it. "Now use your other finger and touch near the top." She probed with her right index finger. "Not there, sweetie. Up a little." I watched as her finger nestled between her tiny inner lips and moved slowly up. "That's where I pee, Daddy." Another scrunchy face. "I know, baby. Just a little farther." Her finger resumed its northward migration.
Suddenly, she stopped. Her finger moved back and forth, almost imperceptibly. Her eyes got big. I smiled at her. "The bump," I said. "Rub right there."
She made a little circle around it, and gasped. She did it again, and her eyes closed. "There you go, honey."
"Why didn't Mommy tell me?" She sounded exasperated. All this time practicing on her own, and she'd been doing it wrong the whole while!
"She tried, in her own way."
Her finger continued its tiny orbit, but faster now. "That's sooo amazing. Now I REALLY want to do it."
We both laughed. She bit her lip and bore down. "That's it, sweetheart. You can't hurt it." I was slowly stroking myself. Her hips started to move as she rubbed and watched me. I leaned back, and relaxed, and watched in awe as my little girl truly pleasured herself for the first time. She sped up and slowed down, pressing into her hand by lifting her bottom. I guess the practice hadn't been entirely wasted after all.
Her breath was short. "Am I gonna have one, Daddy?"
For once I was on top of things. "An orgasm, you mean?" She nodded rapidly. "I think so, honey. I hope so. Just don't stop."
"Andrea told me about it," she said between pants. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Tell me when you feel like you can't hold back, baby. I want to do it at the same time." I squeezed my cock and it leaked profusely, the slippery sensation of my precum bringing me perilously close to the edge. I had to hold my hand perfectly still, or I would have cum at that instant. She continued to frig herself energetically.
Stephanie's eyes were glued to my cock when suddenly she issued a sharp... well, squeak. I'm not sure what I was expecting - certainly not the guttural moan of a porn star, or even my wife's elegant cooing - but the girlish sound seemed to fit Stephanie perfectly. Her eyes wide, her bottom lifting, her fingers madly assaulting her bald cunny, she squeaked. And squeaked again. On the third squeak, I answered her with a loud grunt as cum exploded from me. We both let go, allowing each other to see without reservation the animal nature of our desire. Our eyes locked; hers were filled with intensity and newfound wonder, mine with pure joy at the privilege of witnessing such beauty. It seemed like it lasted an hour. As the waves subsided, we both slumped back and closed our eyes. I became aware again of the warmth of her small feet, still pressed against mine.
I didn't want to break the blissful silence, but I had to know what she was thinking. "That was so special for me, Stephanie. How do you feel, honey?"
She looked thoughtful. "Now I know how come there's so many babies," she said. We both laughed like little girls.
End of Part X. To be continued, if there's interest...
count me in...just keep it 'tender & loving'
So the challenge to you is simple: Prove you aren't an ass by taking this to the ultimate conclusion and at a pace that includes longer chapters!
By the way; that makes me one out of 14 million.
It will be interesting how you develop this.
I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading all ten parts of 'Family Changing Room.' The slow build up, the dialog, and the imagery were executed realistically and worked together perfectly.
It's nice to find a story that turns an innocent situation into an erotic one, without making it seem outrageous or rushed into. I truly look forward to more of your work.
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