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In A Family Way
by Brush Strokes (address withheld)

***

A proud father turns into something more when he is 
gently seduced by his beautiful young daughter. (MF, 
inc, asian)

***

Third Waiter Shen could hardly contain his excitement. 
He'd spent a month's salary on the love potions. The 
pink one would set ablaze the pubes of a woman whose 
thighs were held closed by an ice dragon. The black 
potion was blood of tiger. Once he'd drunk it, Shen 
would have the speed, tenacity and endurance of the 
tiger. 

After the restaurant had closed, he would slip the pink 
potion into the tea drunk by Second Bus Girl Fong and 
fornication was sure to follow -- a joining enhanced by 
Shen's tiger potency. New customers had been seated in 
his section, so Shen carefully wrapped the glass viles 
in several napkins and placed them at the back of the 
silverware drawer. No one would find them there.

Fate was displeased with Third Waiter Shen that 
evening. Third Dishwasher Zheng also sought the 
fragrant essence of Second Bus Girl Fong. He'd seen 
Shen place the love potions in the silverware drawer. 
With Shen away, Zheng hastily removed the bottles and 
poured them out into the first available container, a 
dish of vegetable moo-shu ready to be served. Soy sauce 
was substituted for the blood of tiger and dishwater 
for the pink potion. The only fornication Third Waiter 
Shen would do that evening would be with the hand he 
wrote orders with.

Erich thanked the waiter as he set down the plate of 
kung pao chicken. His daughter, Sun Yi, had decided, 
while away at college, to become a vegetarian and had 
gone with the appropriate type of moo-shu. He'd long 
since stopped thinking of her as his adopted daughter. 

It had been ten years since he and his wife had taken 
Sun Yi, then eight years old, into their home. Erich 
was Sun Yi's only parent now. His wife was not 
attracted by the milkman or even seduced by the 
postman. No, she'd left him for the tennis pro at the 
health club.

At forty, Erich was the proud father of a highly 
ambitious freshman at NYU. He couldn't help but notice 
how beautiful and how much a woman Sun Yi looked. From 
an eight-year-old ragamuffin, she'd blossomed into an 
Asian beauty with shiny black hair and dark mysterious 
eyes. 

Her waist was slim and, if she weren't his daughter, 
Erich would have called her breasts the 3 P's -- pert, 
pointy and perfect. The narrow waist of her faded jeans 
and loose cashmere sweater did nothing to take away 
from her perfect figure. Both waiters and patrons alike 
spoke in hushed whispers about the beautiful girl that 
was home for October break.

Between bites, Sun Yi told of her classes, the 
professors she hated and the boys who wouldn't leave 
her alone. Mid-sentence, Sun Yi's eyes suddenly glazed 
over and her face drained of color. "Are you okay?" 
asked Erich. Sun Yi did not move, but looking into her 
eyes, Erich saw them suddenly turn ablaze. Reaching 
across the table, he put his hand on her forehead. She 
didn't have a fever. As quickly as it happened, Sun Yi 
snapped out of it. She reached up and took his hand 
away from her forehead. 

Rather than let go, she held it and said, "Don't worry 
about me Erich. I'm a big girl now."

He started to withdraw his hand, but she refused to let 
go. Over the stalemate of their interlocked fingers, he 
said "So it's Erich now and no longer daddy." Like 
eating meat, the term 'daddy' had gone the way of the 
dodo.

"You can be so simple sometimes, Erich. You know you're 
more than a father to me. Much more." Sun Yi stood up 
still holding his hand.

"We're leaving?" he asked, barely able to throw down 
enough money to cover the bill.

"Erich, you're so naive," she said with him in tow.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, as she opened the 
passenger side door for him.

"I'm more than fine." There was a note of finality in 
her shutting the door for him; their father-daughter 
ties seemed to be irreparably severed. 

Slipping into the driver's seat, she paused before 
starting the car. Reaching over, she slipped his seat 
belt in place for him. "Don't you wish these things 
could be locked by the driver?" she pondered toying 
with the belt. "Sort of kinky if you think about it."

"I never thought about it," he sputtered, not sure what 
was really happening.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," she said as she slid 
the Audi into gear and raced off. Despite the evening's 
chill she lowered her window and let the breeze toss 
her hair.

Erich could tell they were heading home. He just had no 
idea why. Sun Yi seemed to know what she wanted. She 
played less than subtly with the stick shift as she 
spoke. "Erich, did you know that I'm a virgin?"

"Sun Yi!" he yelled with all the parental sternness he 
could muster. "That's none of my business. You're an 
adult and I trust you."

She tossed her head back in the breeze and laughed. "At 
least you notice I'm an adult. Do you also know that 
I'm beautiful?"

"I've always told you that," he replied.

"No, I'm very sexy," she said coyly. "Aren't you 
curious why a woman who could have any man is a 
virgin?"

Ten years ago he'd read every book on child rearing 
that there was. Doctor Spock just didn't cover this 
situation. Erich improvised. "I assume it's because I 
did a good job raising you."

Taking her hand off the stick shift, Sun Yi placed it 
on his knee and squeezed. "A very good job," she 
replied. He couldn't help but notice how long and red 
her nails were. Leaving her hand on his leg, she 
explained, "Did you know that you're my hero? I adore 
you, Erich. You took care of me. You drove to the store 
at 3:00 AM when I had my first period. You turned all 
red in the face when you tried to explain sex to me. 
You're just too sweet." Her hand slid off his knee and 
onto his thigh.

"Thank you," he said reaching down and taking her hand. 
Holding hands was better than having her fingers 
caressing his thigh.

Sun Yi pouted and explained further, "My first lover 
has to be a man of your equal, Erich. He has to be as 
bright, handsome, kind and gentle as you are. You gave 
me everything and I expect no less from a lover."

Her nails were tickling his palm. He wished it didn't 
feel so good. "That's very sweet," he managed to say.

"When's the last time you made love to a woman?" she 
taunted.

"That's none of your business," he shot back.

"Come, come, Erich. You're no prude. You just didn't 
date a lot after the bitch left. I'm in Psych 100: I 
know these things. Talk about a dysfunctional family 
unit. You were worried about getting hurt again so you 
closed yourself off from the pleasures of the flesh and 
channeled all your affection to me."

Her hand slid from his grasp and into his lap. She 
began to stroke him. "How long has it been?" she 
purred, as she coaxed his hardness to come alive.

"Over a year," he whispered.

She pulled the car into the driveway and engaged the 
emergency break. Taking her seatbelt off, Sun Yi leaned 
over and undid Erich's pants. "You deserve better," she 
said as she descended on him, her mouth completely 
engulfing him. No woman had ever been able to do that 
for him. What endowments Erich lacked socially he more 
than made up for anatomically. 

Up and down her head bobbed, one hand grasped tightly 
around his member while the other cupped him. She 
paused, licked her palms and continued. Her enthusiasm 
and the year's hiatus was too much for him. Straining 
at his seatbelt, Erich exploded into her mouth.

Although she made every effort to ride him to fruition, 
Sun Yi came up coughing. "I'm sorry," she choked. "I've 
never done that before. I'll do better next time. I 
promise." She gave him a smile and subconsciously 
licked a stray pearl from the corner of her mouth.

His level of testosterone greatly reduced, Erich, like 
all men, suddenly found himself able to think clearly. 
"Sun Yi, that was very beautiful, but it's wrong. 
You're my daughter."

Placing her head on his shoulders, she snuggled close 
to him. He put his arms around her. "Did you ever have 
a crush on a teacher?" she asked.

"I had a horrible crush on my English teacher in high 
school," he replied.

"It's the same way with you Erich. I had a father who 
beat me. That's why I was taken away and put up for 
adoption. I loved you and couldn't think of you as a 
father. A father to me is someone who hurt me. I always 
thought of you as a 'sun-sang-nim'. It means 'teacher' 
in Korean. And I've had a crush on you since I was 
thirteen."

"It's still not right," said Erich. They'd separated 
slightly and he found his hand under her sweater. His 
fingers traced the outline of her nipples through her 
bra. Soft, firm, pert, pointy and perfect. "I'm 
violating your trust, and besides, you're too young."

Sun Yi started to get out of the car. Erich followed, 
putting his arm around her as they walked up the path 
to the front door. With her head on his shoulder, Sun 
Yi asked, "If I lost my virginity to my high school 
sweetheart, you wouldn't think it odd?"

"No," he replied.

As he shut the door behind them, Sun Yi began to 
undress. Her cashmere sweater fell to the floor, 
followed by her blouse. Her bra was plain and white, 
innocently filled by her 3 P's. Her jeans slid over her 
full hips, and along with the jeans, she took off her 
knee-highs. She stood there in her white cotton panties 
and bra and took Erich by the hands. "Do you find me 
attractive?"

"Yes, very attractive."

Guiding his hands to her shoulder straps, she helped 
him remove her bra. Her breasts were a rich brown 
accented by reddish nipples that already stood erect. 
"You are my high school sweetheart. You're going to be 
my first Erich."

He was mesmerized by the gentle rise of her mound as he 
swelled through her panties. She smiled and guided his 
hand there. He could feel her wetness had soaked 
through the thin white cotton. He rubbed her gently as 
she slid her panties off. With one arm he pulled her 
close, while the other moved up and down establishing a 
rhythm gently with her thrusting hips. 

"Make slow circles," she whispered in his ear. Her 
whisper was followed by a playful tongue. The tongue 
turned into a gentle biting of his earlobe as her 
rubbing against him grew more pronounced. Sun Yi's 
teeth sank into his shoulder, suppressing a scream as 
her body bucked and kicked against him. She fell 
against him limp. Erich lifted her thin frame up.

"Take me to our bed," she murmured in his ear.

He carried her upstairs and laid her down on the white 
comforter. Her dark skin stood out against it, accented 
by a delicate black triangle of hair and brownish-red 
nipples. The only adornment she wore was a gold anklet. 
Lying on top of her, Erich kissed her tentatively. With 
mouths closed at first, they became acquainted with 
each other's lips. 

Lips eventually parted and tongues sought each other 
out as they thoroughly explored this orifice. She 
writhed against him and feverishly pulled his clothes 
off. Kissing her from neck to nipples to stomach, Erich 
moved lower on Sun Yi's taut body. As he began to kiss 
her perfumed triangle, she pulled up gently by the 
ears. "Save some lessons for tomorrow. I want you now."

Reaching down between his legs, she rubbed Erich's 
manhood in her wetness until he was ready to explode. 
"I don't have protection," he said pulling back.

Taking his hardness in both hands she pulled him gently 
back onto her. "What would you do if I got pregnant?" 
she asked, as she pulled gently up and down.

"I'd have to marry you," he replied without a second's 
hesitation.

"I'm ovulating," she said, as she guided him into her. 
Her nails dug into his shoulders, she was tense and 
ridged. Erich was gentle and slow, hoping she'd begin 
to enjoy it -- after all it was her first time. 
Teacher/student, no. Father/daughter, no more. They 
were lovers. They were one and this was just one of 
many lessons shared between equals.

Back at the Chinese restaurant, a second couple had 
also left hastily. Olivia Walsh had been celebrating 
her fortieth wedding anniversary when the plate of moo-
shu tainted by the love potions had been placed in 
front of her. After two mouthfuls, she'd pulled her 
sixty-two year-old husband, Walter, out to the car, 
where they made love in the back seat.

After the restaurant closed, Second Bus Girl Fong 
claimed to feel very ill. She claimed tea usually 
settled her stomach. Although, both Third Waiter Shen 
and Third Dishwasher Zheng offered her a ride home, she 
declined. Instead she had accepted a ride with 
Assistant Manager Wu who had no idea she was only 
pretending to be sick. That night, as he made love to 
Fong, he had the speed, tenacity and endurance of the 
tiger. A woman as beautiful as Fong brings that out in 
any man.

Over a case of Tsi Tao beer, Third Waiter Shen and 
Third Dishwasher Zheng came to the decision that women 
were the scourge of mankind, men didn't need them and 
men should stick together rather than competing for the 
attentions of a mere woman. Swearing that they'd never 
again be involved with the female species, they each 
pretended to head home. 

Once out of sight of each other, they simultaneously 
hailed a cab and gave the driver directions to the same 
after-hours club that was always full of gorgeous 
Chinese girls.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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