章 183: OSL: Elyse ll
-- JUNE 2000, JUNIOR YEAR --
"Well done, girls. Thank you sooo much for a spectacular year. But our season's over, and it's time to say goodbye." Sara actually started to tear up, and she smiled while reaching up to brush the wet droplet away from her cheeks.
I got misty eyed myself. "Aww..." I pouted while rushing up to my cheerleading captain. Sara had been a wonderful role model for me this past year, and I immediately opened my arms to her for a hug.
Adrienne beat me to it. Even though she was only a sophomore, the gorgeous blonde bombshell enveloped the older girl and lifted her into the air. Sara laughed and then tapped Adrienne's shoulders to be put down. "Get ready, kiddo. You'll be up here on this podium soon enough."
"I will," Adrienne promised with a smile, and then both girls turned to look at me. "But you first, Elyse." My protégé looked at me with such a warm expression of respect and admiration that I couldn't help but lean over and hug Adrienne from behind.
Giggling, I pulled back and then finally hugged Sara. We exchanged our goodbyes, with Sara rattling off pieces of advice for running the squad next year that she'd already told me a hundred times in the past few months. I reassured her that I knew it all, and she proudly patted my arm while expressing her confidence in me.
"Of course, it's not official until you vote next Fall."
"Pssht," Summer drawled while she walked up to us. "It's a done deal. We're behind you, Cap."
"All the way," Adrienne encouraged.
I grinned as Adrienne, Candy, Summer, Mizuho, Lynne, Katrina, and Ashley all surrounded me. There were others on the squad still saying goodbye to the graduating Seniors, but this core alone assured me enough votes. "Thanks, girls."
Soon I would be a Senior and Cheerleading Captain. I was rich, I could buy whatever the fuck I wanted, and I already had ALL the most fashionable accessories. I was seventeen, in the prime of my beauty, standing a full 5'11" with an absolutely perfect body. Really, I was the hottest girl in the entire school. Every boy would want to be with me. And every girl would want to BE me.
Life was good. Senior Year was going to be the BEST year of my life!
But it wasn't. Actually, Senior Year was the beginning of the end.
-- SEPTEMBER 2000, SENIOR YEAR --
"Cut it out, Jake!" I swatted the boy's hand off my ass and turned with venom in my eyes to glare at him. But rather than look apologetic, Jake Harbor just gave me a goofy grin and backed out of range. He knew that I could ... and would ... actually kick him if he stayed within reach.
But while I stood there, glaring at Jake, I felt another hand goose my asscheek. And then suddenly I was whirling in the other direction to glare at Trevor Hansen. "Hey!"
"Knock it off!" Candy snapped, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and jerking him away from me. Once they were at a safe distance, she turned and slapped the boy upside his head.
The big lug rubbed the spot where she hit him, but chuckled and grinned at my pretty best friend. "Sorry, babe."
"Just don't get any ideas in your head," Candy warned her boyfriend of only a week.
Trevor nodded, but immediately got the idea in his head as he turned and obviously undressed me with his eyes. Sighing, I just stopped and posed for his perusal. Letting the boys ogle me was part of the drill; it helped me maintain my power over them. They could look, but they couldn't touch.
Well, except for the one time I did let Trevor touch. A couple of weeks ago, we'd all gotten together at Mizuho's dad's Newport Coast mansion. They had this gorgeous solarium with a view of the ocean. We'd all gotten stoned out of our minds, played a pretty risqué game of Truth or Dare, and ended up fucking each other in a pretty wild orgy.
At the time, most of us were single. We had rules about no one fucking a girlfriend except her boyfriend, stuff like that. And we all swore to each other that what happened in that house wouldn't leave the house. I was one of the single girls, and I fucked Trevor, Jake, and two other guys. Adrienne went even wilder than me. And of course the guys were extra excited when some of us girls started making out and going down on each other.
I'd even gotten a couple of great orgasms, something that was really rare for me during intercourse. Of course, that may have just been the weed. I could never really relax during sex, always wanting to be in control; but when I was stoned, I usually let go just enough and could typically find orgasm that way. I shivered at the memory, and then opened my eyes to see Trevor staring at me with a silly grin. I rolled my eyes as if disgusted with him, then turned to see Jake similarly giving me the once over.
Hmm...
It was a new year, and I needed a new boyfriend. It wasn't that I valued the company of a boy. If I had a choice, I'd spend all my free time hanging out with my best friends. But it wouldn't do for the hottest girl in school to fly solo. Not only would a boyfriend cut down on unwanted passes from the dozens of guys trying to get into my panties, but my reputation also demanded that I have a suitable boyfriend who was worthy of me.
I didn't need a particularly intelligent guy. Clever, funny? Didn't matter. The only important thing was that he make me look good to be with him.
Jake would fit those requirements to a 'T'. He was popular and handsome. Coach hadn't made things official yet, but Jake was presumed to become the starting quarterback. Okay, so maybe he was kinda lousy in bed; but it's not like I really needed a boy to give me orgasms.
So putting on a smile, I cocked a hip and started swaying up to the handsome jock.
But Adrienne beat me to him. She came out of nowhere and bumped her hip into him. This early in September, the weather was still really warm, and the flirty blonde was wearing a short summer skirt so sheer and loose it looked like a stiff breeze would blow it up and reveal her panties, if she was wearing any. Her top wasn't much more substantial, the scoop-neckline promising to reveal all of her tits if only she would lean forward.
Jake's eyes did their yo-yo thing down to her tits and then back up to Adrienne's face as he answered, "Hey, A.D. What's up?"
Completely oblivious to me, she turned to face Jake, squeezing her arms against her torso while simultaneously pushing her big tits up and together. "Nothing much. You're heading out to the 300-wing, right?"
"Yeah. Physics in 307."
Adrienne beamed. "I'm in 306! I'll walk with you."
Jake grinned. He'd also slept with Adrienne at that orgy, and I was sure an encore was at the forefront of his mind. "Let's go."
Candy had long ago dragged Trevor away. Now Jake headed off with Adrienne. I looked around, and realized that I was all alone.
Fuck.
I glared after my supposed best friend, feeling the flames of jealousy rising up in my already green irises. I didn't think Adrienne had done it on purpose, but still ... that was supposed to be MY man!
"Hey, Elyse?" a quiet voice sounded off behind me.
I turned to see Katrina, a fellow Senior cheerleader and a beautiful brunette to boot. "Hey, what's up?"
She blushed and held her binder across her chest. "You're going to the 900-block, right?"
I nodded.
"Can I walk with you?" she asked shyly. But a moment later, her eyes sparkled as she looked back up at me. I recognized the look; I'd given it myself a few thousand times in the past year. I saw that her head was tilted slightly down and at an angle to the side. She was blinking just a little bit too fast. The coy smile spreading across her face.
Was Katrina flirting with me?
Though not close, we'd become friends on the cheerleading squad the past couple of years. She had grown up into a very pretty girl, with a nice figure. I'd fantasized about her a couple of times, the way anyone fantasizes about all the pretty girls you'd like to nail. And at that same End-of-the-Summer party, Katrina and I had gotten into a very nice little makeout session. It had been an encounter that showed some promise, although things hadn't gone beyond that.
Yet...
I grinned, eyeing her up and down. And with my own coy smile spreading across my face, I replied, "Sure."
"I'm ... I'm nervous..." Katrina mumbled, breathing heavily.
"Don't be," I panted, and spread my thighs a little wider. My mound was freshly-shaved, the pink petals parting open with my arousal and already secreting a good bit of moisture. "Just like I did to you. Be slow. Be gentle. Just do the same things you like having done to you."
Taking a deep breath, the pretty brunette leaned in and took a careful lick from bottom to top. I cooed happily as her soft appendage caressed my labia, titillating every nerve along the way until she stabbed at my clit.
Clenching my eyes shut, I moaned in pleasure and sighed. "You're doing great. Just do that again."
She licked me again. And again. And again. With a little bit of direction, she started to pick up what she was doing. Along the way, she started moaning with her own arousal, clearly being turned on by the act of eating out my pussy. I slid a hand up my own shirt, slipping it beneath my bra so that I could cup my breast and tweak a sensitive nipple. And as the pleasure coursed through my body, I knew that Katrina and I would be doing this again very soon.
-- OCTOBER 2000, SENIOR YEAR --
"Let's try this: A.D. and Summer are Base 1. Candy and Katrina are Base 2. Mizu and Sam are Base 3. Lynne, Ashley, and Yun-jin as flyers." I pointed around the field, watching my girls line up in position. "Ashley does a Liberty in the middle and Lynne and Yun-jin do Scorpions on the sides. The rest of you-"
"How about Scales?" Adrienne piped up. "We should be past a simple Liberty by now. And Yun-jin can already do a 'Chin-chin' now. If we practice, I think Lynne can pick it up and-"
"A straight Liberty will be fine," I growled, lasering my gaze on the upstart Junior. It wasn't that Adrienne's idea was bad, but I couldn't have her continue to undermine my authority. Even though I was Captain, she'd been getting very free about voicing her own suggestions the last couple of weeks.
"I can do it," Lynne insisted. "Might need a little practice, but I'll be ready."
"Not this week," I sighed. "Maybe next week."
"But THIS week is homecoming," Lynne pouted.
"Sorry. But I'd rather get a clean routine than attempt something more difficult and not execute it right."
"We can DO this!" Adrienne argued, taking a step forward.
"Do NOT undermine my authority," I barked quickly. "Understand?"
Adrienne rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she got back in position. I sighed. This wasn't the first time Adrienne hadn't backed down as quickly as I'd wanted when I'd given her instructions. Maybe she thought I'd let her off easy because we were friends; but of all the girls on the squad, she was the only one who would talk back to me, and I didn't like it. The friction had been building for weeks, and I knew I'd have to deal with her very soon. Frowning, I glanced back at our coach, who just gave me a firm nod of encouragement.
"Okay, everyone?" I called out, facing forward once again. "Let's get in position."
Adrienne and Lynne grumbled quietly, with Adrienne mouthing an 'I'm sorry' to Lynne. Presumably, the idea had been Lynne's, but the shy Junior had just been too scared to voice it herself. I wanted to immediately march over and tell Lynne that she didn't need to be afraid of me. I was her Captain, her big sister, and she didn't need to route things through Adrienne.
But I didn't. I kept my focus and got the whole squad in order. We lined up, we executed our formations, and we got in a good practice.
At the end of the afternoon, while the girls packed up and headed to the locker rooms, I stayed behind to chat with Coach N. But just before we met up, I saw Adrienne slide over to Lynne. "Hey, let's go to Candy's house today. The three of us can practice the Scales together."
Lynne brightened. "Sounds good."
I just sighed, wishing they'd leave well enough alone. The last thing I needed was Adrienne meddling with my squad. SHE wasn't Cheer Captain, not until next year at the earliest.
"You did well today," Coach N said proudly.
"Adrienne's still questioning my decisions."
"She's taking initiative, which is a good thing if she's going to take over next year. Don't take it personally," Coach N reasoned. "She has a good idea, but one that she should bring up in private. Talk to her about it. That's what a good leader does."
I exhaled and nodded. "I will."
"Good. Don't worry. You're still top dog. Have a good night, Elyse."
"Thanks, Coach."
-- NOVEMBER 2000, SENIOR YEAR --
"Heyyy, hot stuff," Joey drawled as he sidled up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Hi, boyfriend," I greeted him back with a smile and puckered up for a quick peck. It was strange how I'd come full circle with boyfriends to start dating Joey Sumarkis again. He'd turned into a pretty handsome guy, and was a starter on the basketball team. Of course, if he hadn't been cute I'd never have dated him as a Freshman, and certainly wouldn't have given him my "virginity".
He kissed me and then let his hand slide a little lower down my hip. Like a snake striking, my hand darted out to grab his wrist and prevent it from cupping my asscheek. "Nuh-uh-uh..." I warned. "Not here."
"Aww," he pouted.
"I've got cheer practice."
"I know, I know. I've got practice, too. Can I come over after we're done?" he asked plaintively, clearly asking for sex with his eyes.
I shook my head. "Daddy's coming home early."
He frowned. "Your father sure spends a lot more time at home than my parents do."
I winced and immediately readied my usual explanation to the standard question. "He's a single parent. He makes up for being alone by spoiling me and always being around." I hoped my delivery wasn't forced. I couldn't risk somebody finding out our secret.
"I know, I know, just being a good dad," Joey moped. "But wasn't he dating ... whatshername ... Betsy ... Becky Kilpatrick's mom?"
I sighed and thought about Daddy being at home as well. He and Beverly (that was Becky's mom) had broken up a month ago. Daddy had started to get a little clingy lately, right at the time when I was starting to distance myself from him. What had started as sex games had gotten a little old for me. It wasn't so bad in the beginning. We only had sex a couple of times a week, and he still went out socially. He'd had three different serious girlfriends over the last couple of years, not even including the girls he banged that didn't last beyond a few dates. Quite simply: a handsome, single, filthy rich man didn't stay off the market for very long.
But lately? Daddy hadn't been on a single date in the last month, despite that tramp, big-titted divorcee Randi Parkland down the street practically throwing herself at him. He really WAS spending a lot of time at home, more than ever. I was his only source for sex, and he'd been coming to my room so often that I was turning him down more often than not. And I was worried that he'd get so obsessed with me that he'd do something, or somehow get me so flustered that I'd do something, that would give us away.
Daddy was making me plain irritable, and it was showing in the way I treated everyone around me.
While I was caught in my ruminations, a third party joined me and my boyfriend.
"Heyyy, Joey," Adrienne announced just before her hip bumped into my boyfriend's. He turned and did his yo-yo thing down to her lewdly exposed tits, his eyes lingering in the down-position a split-second longer than they really needed to. "How's it hanging?"
"Not hanging anymore," Joey drawled, eyeing Adrienne's face before darting a glance at her tits again. "Kinda went six to midnight if you know what I mean."
Immediately I smacked my boyfriend in his arm. "Hey!"
He laughed and held his hands up. "Didn't mean anything by it. You know I love you, sugar." Joey quickly leaned in and kissed my cheek apologetically.
Riiight. I rolled my eyes and then reached over and grabbed Adrienne's elbow, tugging her to me. I wanted the too-pretty-for-her-own-good Adrienne away from my boyfriend. And as I half-dragged Adrienne down the hallway, I explained, "We gotta run and get changed."
"Can I watch?" Jake jeered.
Without turning around, I flipped him the bird, the universal hand-sign for "fuck you".
"Is that a promise?" he called after us.
I just sighed. Boys...
"Oh, yes ... oh, yes ... oh, yes..." I moaned as I got pounded from behind. But it wasn't my boyfriend doing the pounding.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Daddy grunted into my ear as he leaned over my back. I was on all fours, still wearing my cheerleading uniform as he drilled me doggy-style on my bed. We used to fuck more often in his room, but ever since I became Cheer Captain he'd found it really kinky to fuck me here, especially while wearing the uniform.
It was soooo naughty.
His hands were beneath my top, palming my tits and gripping them as handholds to yank my body back against his thrusting pelvis. He hammered me harder and harder until I felt my arms getting wobbly. I could tell he was getting close to squirting inside of me, but I wasn't nearly there yet myself. Rare were the days when I could orgasm just from him fucking me. I loved my Daddy, and I knew he loved me. But when it came to sex, he was all about busting his own nut. He made it up by going down on me sometimes before he fucked me. Unfortunately, he usually got so horny that he had to just bend me over and fuck me quickly before he remembered to go down on me first, so I often had to climax by myself.
I let my arms collapse, sending my chest and face into the pillow in front of me. I turned my head to the side so I could breathe, and Daddy made full use of the new angle to move his hands back to my hips and hold on while he pounded me for dear life. This position also freed up my own hands for things other than keeping me upright, and I took the opportunity to slide my right hand into my crotch and start urgently frigging my own clit.
"Ungh-ungh-UNGH!" Daddy stopped thrusting abruptly, holding himself as far deep into me as he could go while his cock spat out wad after wad of cum against my innards. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the pleasurable sensations that had been coming from my loins. And at the tail end, just before he pulled out, I finally got a halfway decent climax.
He felt my pussy muscles rippling as I groaned in orgasm, and left his dick inside me to ride out the quaking. But once I was done, he pulled out and immediately went over to my nightstand to grab a box of tissues and clean up.
Finished, I let my legs slide out so that I lay flat across my bed. I reached back and flipped the back of my skirt down, covering my bare ass once again. And I sighed with a dreamy smile. "Like that, Daddy?"
"You know it, baby. You're really the best I've ever had."
"Better than Mom?" I sighed, still drunk on my power rush.
"Better than anyone. Ever."
I just grinned proudly. It's good to be the best.
Daddy then flopped down next to me, sliding his hand up my bare thigh and under my skirt so that he could fondle my ass. At the same time, he raised his opposite hand, and from nowhere he produced a glittering, beautiful white gold necklace with tiny emeralds in it, my favorite jewels because of my green eyes.
"Oh, wow!" I gushed as I reached up and took it from him. I still got my way whenever I demanded something from him, Daddy too scared to risk me cutting him off. But sometimes it was nice for him to buy me gifts completely out of the blue. "It's ... it's gorgeous!"
"You're gorgeous, Elyse. You'll be eighteen soon, almost a fully-grown woman. And I'm so happy we found each other like this."
I turned to look at him and saw a special shine in his eyes. I'd seen it before, from many a boy at school, whether he was looking at me or at some other girl I knew. And I'd started to notice it in my own father's eyes as well.
"I love you, Elyse."
At first, I was flushed with warmth, both from the present as well as the tender endearment. But a second later, I recognized the tone in his voice, and a sudden chill ran down my spine.
It wasn't the usual parental tone of love. It was the tone I heard from many a teenage couple, usually one that was head-over-heels for each other. It was the tone of a romantic lover, not a father. And only then did I realize he'd called me 'Elyse', not 'baby'.
My own father was telling me he loved me as a woman, not as a daughter.
"I mean it. I love you," he added, staring adoringly into my eyes with a beatific smile across his face.
He'd told me he loved me a million times, ever since I was a little girl. That was a family love, even when we'd started fucking. This 'I love you' was very different. This one really meant: 'I'm IN love with you'.
"Daddy..." I began tentatively, feeling my lower jaw quiver.
"Elyse ... Elly, darling ... I love you."
What had started as a game, a tease, had suddenly become very, very real. He was in love with me now. My own Dad had fallen in love with me. The problem was: I didn't feel the same way. I mean, the sex was ... fine. I knew he enjoyed it, and I didn't mind giving my body to him. It wasn't like I was getting any better from my boyfriend at school. But love? I wasn't in love with him. How could I fall in love with my own father? What, like I was going to settle down with him and start a family?
I used to think we were just screwing around. I'd been a horny teenager, teasing my father and not really thinking of the consequences. But now? I was older. I had a future. I was putting together my college applications, and some of my target schools weren't in Orange County.
Just what would happen to us if I moved away?
"Hey, Candy. Uh, can we talk today?"
My best friend recognized the hesitation in my voice and gave me a funny look. "Sure. What's up?"
"Not here. It's kinda private." I glanced around the busy hallway, which was filled with students shuttling to and from their classes. A private conversation here was impossible.
"You want to go off somewhere at lunch?"
I winced. "Uh, I don't think so. It's really private, something I don't want to talk about anywhere near here. Maybe I'll drop by your house after school?"
Candy raised her eyebrows. "Uh, Adrienne was going to come over. She and I ... well ... you know."
My jaw dropped as I realized they were meeting up to have sex, and I pouted. "You guys didn't want to invite me?"
"It's not like that," she stated defensively. "You've just been really busy lately. We invited you two weeks ago, and then again last week." Candy sighed. "You're never around anymore, period. So Adrienne thought we might as well leave you alone until you came back to us."
"Adrienne thought that, huh?" I glared at my 'supposed' best friend.
Candy read the tone in my voice. "It's not like that," she snapped right back. "You've been hanging out more and more with Katrina and Ashley and that crowd anyways."
"That's different," I stammered defensively. Katrina was still quite new to the whole bisexual thing. For one thing, I didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl with too many hot chicks coming at her. But also ... I didn't want to share. I'd noticed Candy and Adrienne spending more and more time alone together, time they weren't spending with me. Feeling jealous, I wanted Katrina all to myself.
"Is it so different?" Candy eyed me sharply. She knew what I was up to with Katrina.
"It's not like I'm cheating on you guys."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Candy sighed, waving her hand dismissively.
I grimaced, feeling like a divide was coming between us. Actually, I'd been feeling it for a while now. Candy and I been best friends since we were eight years old, practically inseparable until the last month or two. Part of it was my fault. I'd been sneaking off to seduce Katrina when I could have been spending that time with my best friends. But I'd also started to feel uncomfortable around Candy and Adrienne like never before, especially with sex stuff, and it was specifically because of what was going on with me and Daddy.
It had been easy to keep my little fling with Daddy separate from my daily life. To the outside world, I was just his daughter and he my doting father. But I'd noticed him becoming more and more infatuated with me the last couple of months, and I worried that people would notice. I was more on edge, more careful to not give anything away. At times, it had made me tenser, shortening my temper and making me more prone to snap at somebody. But I couldn't risk somebody finding out my secret because I was sure they wouldn't understand.
I knew with certainty that Adrienne wouldn't understand. I could never share this with her. But Candy? If anyone in the world might understand, it was not only the girl who'd been my best friend for ten years, but also the girl who'd confessed to me when we were younger that she desperately wanted her big brother to take her virginity.
"Okay fine," I whimpered. "How about tomorrow? Please?"
Candy nodded quickly. "Of course."
"You want to come by my house?"
Candy winced. "I'd rather not. Your dad was home last time and he kinda creeped me out."
I winced. One night two months ago, when Daddy was fucking me and I wasn't thinking straight, I told him that I'd bring home a girlfriend so we could have a three-way. For the last two months, he'd been letching after every friend who came over. The whole thing made me even more panicked that our secret would be blown. Hell, Adrienne had been so particularly unnerved by him that while she hadn't outright refused to come to my house, she'd been making excuses not to come for two months now. "I'll stop by your place, okay?" I suggested instead.
Candy nodded. "Sure."
"Did you ever have sex with Carl?"
Candy's blue eyes went wide. Her jaw gaped open. And her entire head dropped about two inches. She blinked a few times, then raised her eyebrows and looked up at me. "Wow ... You really just asked me that, didn't you?"
Pinching my lips together, I inhaled deeply and then nodded.
"You really just asked me ... point blank ... if I've fucked my brother."
"Uh-huh."
"And you're expecting me to give you a straight answer?"
"Please. I wouldn't be asking this if it wasn't important."
She blinked rapidly, processing that. On the one hand, I was asking her something deeply personal, something that could easily be offensive. On the other, we'd been best friends since third grade. I was one of the few people in the world who knew she'd had a crush on her big brother since we first hit puberty, if not the only one.
For a second, I thought she was going to demand something from me, an exchanged secret perhaps. I would have given it to her if she'd asked. I was only too ready to confess all about me and my father. Harboring this secret by myself made me feel so alone, and I was desperate to have someone I could share it with.
But she didn't demand anything from me. She looked away, taking a calming deep breath of her own. And after a few seconds, she exhaled and gave me a plain look. "No," Candy answered, shaking her head slowly. "I didn't."
There was more to it. The way Candy gulped and pinched her lips together told me the answer wasn't so cut and dry as a simple 'no'. Perhaps they'd gotten close, only to turn away at the last moment. Perhaps she'd offered herself to him, only to be rejected. Either way, the deed hadn't been done. Not like I'd done with Daddy.
I could feel my heart sinking. It wasn't that I thought what I was doing with Daddy was wrong per se. I knew it was certainly ... naughty. I knew it would be frowned upon in polite society. Fuck, if word got out that I'd been screwing my own father, I'd instantly lose any status I had at school and would immediately become the laughingstock of all my peers.
It had been a bad idea from the start. I couldn't explain exactly how or why I'd started fucking him. Teenage manipulations and hormones and the rush of getting my own way and holding such power over a fully-grown man jumbled together into a mess of rationalizations for how I'd gotten myself into this. Now the poor man had fallen in love with me, and I didn't know what to do about it. I thought that if Candy were in a similar boat, I might be able to find some support. But if she really hadn't crossed the line of incest ... then I truly was all alone.
Maybe I shouldn't tell her. What will she think of me?
"Elyse ... why did you ask me that?" Candy looked at me with concern. She knew I'd teased and flirted with my father, the same as she did to her older brother. But that had been years ago, and neither of us had talked about it since we were sophomores and Carl had left home for college. And as she stared at me, I saw the recognition in her eyes.
I had to tell her. I had to tell someone. I couldn't deal with this on my own anymore. And from the look Candy was giving me, I figured she'd guessed already. So closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and admitted, "I did."
"Your father?"
"Yes."
She took a deep breath and bit her lip. Her eyebrows rose again, and then she exhaled. "Okay." We were sitting together on her bed, me holding one upraised knee while I leaned back against the headboard, she sitting side-saddle a little further down. Now, Candy leaned forward and patted my knee. And with infinite patience, she said, "Tell me everything you feel comfortable saying."
I barked a short laugh. "Comfortable? None of this is comfortable."
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, then. Tell me whatever you think I need to know."
So I did. Actually, I told her just about everything. I told her about giving Daddy my first blowjob at fourteen. I told her about giving him my virginity that December. I explained about all the things he bought me, from hair clips as a tween to my expensive Range Rover when I let him take my virgin asshole.
She didn't need to know everything, but I told her anyways, because once I got started with the confessions I couldn't stop. It felt so... cleansing ... to expose all the illicit behaviors I'd kept locked inside. It felt like a breath of fresh air after holding everything about my home life beneath the surface for as long as I could remember.
I believed that Daddy was really in love with me, but what we had together wasn't love. For him, it was lust. He was a 42-year-old man fucking his nubile 17-year-old daughter every which way from Sunday whenever he felt like it. For me, it was a manipulation, a power rush to get my way. And in a way ... it was habit. I'd been having some form of sex with him for almost four years. It was all I really knew anymore.
What felt like hours later, my best friend simply held my head against her chest and whispered soothing words while I sobbed my heart out. It took a long time for me to regain my composure. When the tears ran out, I tried to sit up and speak again on two different occasions. Both times, the weight of my actions came crushing down around me again, and I found that the tears hadn't run out quite yet.
But eventually, I managed to stop crying. I sat up and wiped my face, blearily looking at my best friend with a desperate need for absolution. I hoped she would tell me that I wasn't evil. I hoped she would tell me that everything would be okay. I hoped she would tell me that she understood why I did the things I did.
Instead, Candy exhaled and told me, "This isn't healthy. And it has to stop."
I couldn't be at home, just waiting for Daddy to return. I would have gone crazy that way, anxiety boiling the blood in my veins as I thought and re-thought and second-guessed my decision a million times. No, Candy was thoughtful enough to take me to the mall. She kept me distracted by being around other people and by shopping. The strangers forced me to keep up a beautiful façade and the shopping kept my brain occupied on things other than exactly what I was going to say to him.
And at 8pm, when I was sure he'd be home, Candy drove me to back to my house so I could talk to him at a time of my choosing.
Like a great best friend, Candy stood right by my side all the way. She held my hand as we went inside. And we found Daddy comfortably relaxing in his easy chair while watching a basketball game.
"Hey, sweetie," he greeted, just like any other evening. Of course, Daddy immediately took note of Candy's presence and sat up straighter. "Hello, Candy," he greeted her by name, which was immediately followed by his eyes roving up and down her body quite obviously.
Candy tensed and squeezed my hand a little tighter. I used to find his behavior a little boorish, but harmless. My girlfriends and I were some of the hottest examples of young femininity around. Every male we came across ogled us; why should my own dad be any different? But while I saw his behavior as a little coarse before, I now saw exactly the creepiness that Candy, Adrienne, and others had complained about.
"Daddy, don't do that," I snapped immediately, feeling the anger in me rise. I had a lot to be angry about, more than just him ogling my friends. Candy had given me a fresh perspective on a lot of things, chief among them how a grown man had taken advantage of the naïveté of a young teenage girl who didn't know any better.
"Do what?" he stammered in surprise.
"Don't eyeball my friends like they're two-bit strippers at Mr. J's."
Daddy blinked, astonished at my reprimand. He quickly realized that I had NOT brought Candy home for his much-fantasized threesome. And he stared at me with a deer-in-the-headlights look as Candy and I walked forward and stood directly in front of his chair, close enough to stare him down but far enough away that we were well out of his reach.
"I'm here to tell you that it's over," I began stiffly, feeling my voice begin to crack as the moisture formed behind my eyes. I was sure that breaking things off was the right thing to do. I had to move on, and I had to make the best of my life from this. But what we'd had together for years now still felt so familiar. And even though I knew it had been wrong, I still felt a pang of nostalgic loss that made me not want to stop.
Still, I summoned my voice and stated, "I'm here to tell you that we can't have sex anymore."
I explained things as best I could. I loved him as a father, but not romantically. I wasn't comfortable with his proclamations of love, and I'd come to the point where I didn't want us doing anything more than normal fathers and daughters were supposed to do. I wasn't kicking him out of my life. I wasn't moving away. I just wanted the sex part to stop.
I wasn't a little girl anymore, a teenager still exploring her sexuality. Like he'd pointed out, I was a woman now. And I'd simply outgrown him. I was fully aware of the risks of a sexual relationship now. What he was doing was illegal. And even if I couldn't be thrown in jail for what I was doing, it could still ruin my reputation. And never mind the potential for my birth control to fail and for me to get knocked up with an incestuously-produced baby.
Daddy didn't take it very well. I'd blindsided him, I knew. Two days ago, he was telling me quite sincerely that he loved me, and I hadn't given him any indications then that anything was wrong with that. Two minutes ago, he may have even thought he was about to get his fantasy threesome. But he wasn't. He wasn't even going to get me anymore. And with an outsider (Candy) with us, he couldn't even really vent his true feelings.
In the end, I'd walked out with an overnight bag to crash at Candy's place. I promised Daddy that I would only been gone for the night, and would come back home after school tomorrow.
The next night, Daddy and I talked, just the two of us. He'd taken the day off from work and had spent the entire time thinking about what I'd told him. Intellectually, he understood that what we were doing was wrong. But he hadn't been able to stop.
He also understood that he couldn't be in love with his daughter. He promised to make an effort to get back into the dating scene, to let out his romantic emotions with grown women a little closer to his own age. And he promised he wouldn't touch me anymore unless I wanted him to.
I started wearing a full-length bathrobe after taking showers. I made sure I wore full pajama sets around the house, long-sleeved even. Pajamas were more comfortable in the winter cold anyway. And I went out of my way not to give Daddy free shows, taking care to squat down to pick up something instead of bending at the waist, or to not lean over too far and show him my cleavage.
I still felt his eyes on me. He'd gotten used to looking, and he looked even more with a haunted pain in his eyes. But he kept his promise not to touch me. We still hugged, and I kissed him on the cheek like a loving daughter. But that was it.
It's for the best, I told myself. It's for the best.
Staring at the neat row of books and binders lined up before me, I exhaled slowly and laid my forehead against the locker right next to mine. I hadn't been sleeping well for days, and the fatigue was really wearing me down.
"You okay?"
Instantly, I stood up straight. Tired or not, I had an image to protect, and I raised my chin imperiously while inhaling and bringing myself to my full 5'11" height. Only when I saw that my questioner was Candy did I let myself relax just a bit. "Just a bit tired, that's all."
She bit her lip and nodded slowly. "How're you holding up?" Candy's deep blue eyes searched mine, clearly knowing just what was keeping me from sleeping well.
I grimaced and shook my head. "Maybe I should have waited until after Finals. This feels like a horrible breakup."
"It kinda is," she commented with raised eyebrows.
I chuckled. Odd to think of me and Daddy breaking up, but it was an accurate assessment nonetheless. And then all my weariness was catching up with me, and I started to sag once again.
"Hey..." Candy reached over and rubbed my arm. "Why don't you come to my place this afternoon? We'll study together and ... catch up."
It sounded great. Candy and I hadn't spend nearly enough time together this year, and it would be really good to-
Just then, Adrienne turned the corner and bounced up to Candy. "Hey, ready to go?" she asked perkily.
"Just about," Candy replied, hoisting her backpack and then looking over at me. "You coming?"
I wanted to. But I wanted to vent about what I was going through with my father. I wanted to talk about how even though I knew we shouldn't be sleeping together, and how he wasn't even a very good lover, always selfishly taking what he wanted from me without really trying to make it good for me, I still missed the intimacy we'd once shared. I could feel myself wanting to go back to him, like a girl who couldn't get away from an unhealthy boyfriend relationship. And I needed someone to talk to so I could stop driving myself crazy with self-doubt.
But I simply couldn't do that around Adrienne. I looked over at the busty blonde, who was giving me a coolly evaluative look herself. And I felt my spine harden defensively under her gaze. "No, you guys go on ahead. I'll be fine."
"Elly ... please," Candy sighed.
I was already shaking my head as I closed up my locker and grabbed my bag. "I'll see you guys later."
-- DECEMBER 2000, SENIOR YEAR --
"C'mon, sugar. Finals are over; there's nothing more to stress about. Loosen up a little, huh? It's a party." Joey tugged harder against the small of my back, pulling my pelvis against his crotch. I could clearly feel his boner pressing against me.
"Not now, Joey!" I growled and roughly pushed my boyfriend away. Yeah, Finals were over. And we were all supposed to be having a good time partying the night away at Trevor's house. But I was still quite sleep-deprived and feeling out of it. "I'm not in the mood."
"Elyse ... please. I feel like it's been weeks since we last got together," Joey pleaded.
I sighed and pitied my boyfriend for a moment. There were rules about this: The guys were supposed to be obedient, loyal, and protective. They did whatever the hell we girls asked of them, and in return, we gave them occasional sex. But even though Joey had been a model boyfriend, I'd only let him fuck me maybe twice in the last two weeks. Ever since my "breakup" with Daddy, I'd just been ... off.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry," I apologized. I tried to stand up straight, inhaling deeply. But as soon as I exhaled, I felt my entire body sagging downward. My muscles were weak. There were bags beneath my eyes that not even makeup could fully hide. And I felt like a stiff breeze would just knock me flat on my ass. I blamed it on school stress, but it had been far more than just that.
"I know what you need," Joey offered. He took me by the elbow and then led me away. "C'mon."
Joey was leading me over to Trevor's pool house. I knew a lot of kids would duck inside for sex there, and for a moment I resisted. "Joey! I just told you I wasn't in the mood!"
"Hey hey, relax," he soothed. "It's not what you think." A moment later we passed behind it, and leaning against the back wall while taking a long drag from a joint was Alex Reyes.
"'Sup, Alex," Joey greeted with a head nod. "You carrying tonight?"
Alex gave us a shit-eating grin and nodded. "'Course."
Joey reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of twenties. We all came from fairly well-off families, so disposable income was never really a problem. A few minutes later, Joey and I were in a quiet corner of the backyard, me sitting on my boyfriend's lap while we passed some good quality California skunk back and forth.
I felt my troubles melting away under a haze of acrid green smoke. Worries about Finals, about Daddy, about the budding rivalry with Adrienne all went up in flames as the joint burned down lower and lower. The tension in my neck started melting away. My world-weariness turned into a more mellow drowsiness. And it just began to seem ridiculous how much of a big deal I had been making everything.
A couple of friends joined us as the party went on: Candy and Trevor, Eric and his new girlfriend Melinda, Jae and Summer. We all got suitably baked and chatted the evening away, reminiscing about the last few months and discussing everyone's plans for the Winter Break.
I laid my head back against Joey's shoulder while he wrapped his arm around my waist. After a while, I felt his hand sliding up and down my leg while he began to nuzzle my neck. He even copped a few feels of my tits, which I half-heartedly slapped away just to keep up public appearances. And sometime later I turned my head to give him a sweet kiss.
Fifteen minutes after that, the two of us were in the relative privacy of the backseat of Joey's Escalade. I was still exhausted, lacking the energy to really take charge. But Joey didn't mind. I let him pull my jeans off and slide the strap of my thong to the side. And as I floated away, half in the dream world, I groaned as I felt my boyfriend's cock pushing deep into my body.
It was after midnight when Joey dropped me off at home. His semen squished inside me, but I figured most of it would run out when I took a shower.
Wearily, I mounted the stairs. I was still buzzing a bit from my high, and feeling no pain. But I also had no sense of urgency as I took my sweet time ascending.
I woke up a bit when I got to the upstairs hallway. Moaning sounds were coming from Daddy's door, and I cocked my ears to listen.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Harder, harder, YEAH!"
Randi Parkland sure was a loud one. Two days after our "breakup", with some prodding from me, Daddy finally agreed to a date with the divorcee down the street. I figured the bottle-blonde, silicone-enhanced bimbo was just what Daddy needed, and I seemed to be right when he brought her home and fucked her socks off the very first night.
Since then, the two of them had been hooking up at least three times a week. I still caught Daddy staring after me quite a bit, but with Randi to sate his lust, we were able to keep the sexual tension between us to a light simmer.
I paused outside his door and listened for a little while. Randi was a screamer, and I found myself leaning against the wall with my hand in my jeans for a couple of minutes. It wasn't that Daddy was the best lover or anything, but I was still nostalgic about our time together. Plus, I hadn't orgasmed while Joey fucked me in his truck, and he'd been too stoned to go down on me after. So I was still a little wound up, needing some relief. And if I closed my eyes and rubbed myself just right, I could imagine that it was ME in Daddy's bed, taking that royal pounding.
But before I could really get there, Randi screamed and Daddy groaned. And then all went quiet inside.
Sighing, I went into my bedroom. I undressed, grabbed my full-length bathrobe, and then went to take a shower. When I returned, I got dressed in some warm pajamas and opened up the window, bracing myself against the 50-degree air outside. I found my own stash of weed and rolled up a joint. And while I puffed away, blowing the smoke toward the open window, I slipped my favorite vibrator into my cunt and let the sensations just take me away.
-- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 23, 2000, SENIOR YEAR --
"What gives? You've been so weird lately." Joey sighed, frustrated for the umpteenth time at my lack of interest in doing ... anything ... really. He'd put together this beautiful date; really, it was much more than I ever would have expected out of an 18-year-old boy. We had a horse-drawn carriage ride, in a carriage dressed up to look like a snow-running sleigh. Dinner was Orange Hill at sunset, with a spectacular view of the city far below. And afterward, he found us a secluded spot to park by the Santiago Reservoir.
After a few quiet minutes of conversation, Joey deftly slipped me a black velvet box. I opened it to find a pretty bracelet, specifically one I'd pointed out the last time we'd been shopping at South Coast. I was amazed he'd remembered, and instantly leaned over to give my boyfriend a sweet kiss.
Predictably, one kiss turned into two. Two turned into a full-blown makeout session. But despite the romantic evening, and despite the bracelet, I wasn't really in the mood. I'd been shut down in a mild depression for weeks now, and mid-way through our making out, Joey started to realize I wasn't getting into it and he backed off to complain.
I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know."
"Seriously. What's wrong? We won't be seeing each other until after Christmas, and I was hoping that-"
"That you could get laid?"
Joey fixed me with a frown. "It's not like that. I'm worried about you. You've been so-"
"'Weird'," I interjected. "I know."
"What's wrong? It can't be school anymore. We've been off for almost two weeks. Is something going on at home?"
"No," I barked sharply.
"Is it the Adrienne thing?" he asked, wincing when I gave him a dirty look.
The anger coiled inside me for a full two seconds, and I watched my boyfriend pale in the moonlight while I'm sure my face clenched up into that of some raging demon. "What Adrienne thing?" I snapped.
"Nothing, nothing. Just ... everyone can tell you two aren't really friends anymore. What happened?"
"Nothing happened," I sighed. What could I tell him? That every time I saw Adrienne I started freaking out that she'd realize I'd willingly slept with my father?
"Is it a popularity thing? I mean, people have been talking about-" Joey suddenly clammed up when I sat up straight and gave him another evil look.
"Talking about what?" I hissed.
"Uh, nothing really."
"Don't give me that bullshit. What have people been saying?"
"It's nothing, Elyse. Really, it's-"
"JOEY!"
"Alright!" he cowered. "Just ... that you might not be the hottest girl in school anymore. That's all. It's not like she's any prettier or anything. But you've been kinda, well... weird lately. Everyone can tell. And while she's out there, chatting with everybody, flirting with anything that moves, it's ... well ... people talk."
I sighed and reclined back against my seat. I put my fingers to my forehead and closed my eyes. It's no big deal. You never expected to get like a hundred percent of the votes or anything. People always have different opinions, and Adrienne has always been a popular one, even if she's a Junior.
"Fine. Whatever. I'm happy for her." I said. "She's still my friend. And it's not like it's a competition." It's exactly a competition I seethed inside, but didn't quite say aloud.
"You're still my number one, sugar," Joey said warmly.
I smiled at my boyfriend and beckoned him to me for another kiss. I let my lips linger, trying to will myself to be in the mood. He was right: we wouldn't see each other again until after Christmas. And after getting me that perfect bracelet and the romantic evening, he certainly deserved to get lucky tonight.
But mentally, I still wasn't there. I had too many thoughts clouding my brain, and I knew just how to quiet them down. "Hey ... did you bring any pot?" I asked, a silly grin on my face.
But rather than share my smile, Joey frowned and leaned back away from me. "Again? Seriously?"
"What?"
"Elyse ... what's going on? Do you really need to get high in order to feel turned on with me? Every time we get together you have to smoke up, and I'm worried it's getting a little out of hand."
"Out of hand?" I barked defensively. "What? I've got things totally under control. I thought we were having fun tonight?"
"Can't we have some fun with just you and me? And leave the weed out of it?"
"Fuckin 'A', Joey! I thought you wanted to get laid tonight!"
Sighing, my boyfriend just shook his head and stared at me with concern. "I did. But..."
"But what?" I challenged.
He jerked his head back at my harsh tone. And then shaking his head, he turned the ignition and started up the car. "I think it's time I got you home."
It was before 9pm when Joey dropped me off at home. My panties were fully dry, lacking even the moisture of my own arousal. It had been that kind of night.
Wearily, I mounted the stairs. I was still frustrated with the way the evening had gone. Joey was such an asshole. Didn't he know he was giving up a chance to fuck me? Give me some pot, let me get a little mellow, and he could've been plowing the hottest babe in school!
Scratch that, second hottest babe. 'People were talking' he said. Was that it? Was Joey bypassing me to try and score Adrienne? Huh? Fuck.
What the hell was happening to my life? I should have been on top of the world. I was tall, thin, buxom, and beautiful. I had all the things I could want and plenty of money to spend on more. So why the fuck wasn't I happy?
Was it the "Adrienne" thing? Maybe. I mean, a Queen is used to having rivals. There were always bitches trying to top me, and sluts like Donna Kincaid trying to smear me. But I never really thought my own Adrienne would end up stabbing me in the back.
But did she stab me in the back? I mean, I'd never heard her saying anything bad about me, or even anyone telling me she was talking shit about me. But she'd been a bit of a pain on the cheer squad lately. Didn't she know her place? I was the Master and SHE was the learner, dammit.
Maybe it wasn't the Adrienne thing. It wasn't her fault. This was all Joey's fault. Why did HE get all weird? It's Christmas. We were having a great date. Why didn't he want to fuck? All I wanted was a little weed. Dammit, it's not even that I really wanted the sex. I mean, orgasms can be OKAY, but they're not the be-all-end-all of things. I was more pissed off that I'd gotten rejected. Why didn't Joey want ME? Huh? Explain that? Did my boobs suddenly shrink or my pussy suddenly not smell good? FUCK!
Lousy fucking shitty Christmas. I couldn't even call Katrina to vent about it, as she had her own date tonight. Same with Candy. Fuck.
I knew what I needed. I'd bought a bag of Hawaiian Green just last week, so I knew there'd be plenty in my bedside drawer. Joey thought I had a drug problem. I didn't have a drug problem. I had just been stressed out to hell for most of the month. College apps, Finals, and this whole thing with cutting off Daddy had made life miserable. Smoking quieted my overactive mind. It took me away to a happier place and let me relax for two fucking minutes. I needed that. Tonight, more than ever, I needed that.
I took my sweet time ascending the stairs, lost in my own world. All I could think of was the plastic baggy waiting in my room, and I didn't hear anything. But when I got to the second-floor hallway, giggling sounds floated through Daddy's door. Oh, great. The silicone bimbo was back.
Well fuck them. I missed my Daddy, but he was welcome to plow the bitch whenever he felt like it. I headed straight for my room, ignoring them. I didn't mean to listen, but I still couldn't help but hear Randi laugh while pleading, "One more hit! One more hit!"
Daddy was laughing too, and then all went quiet. I smirked to myself as I continued past his door, imagining Daddy swapping a joint back and forth with his blond bimbo. Like father, like daughter. It definitely seemed like a night to get high.
Only I couldn't. I sat down on my bed and pulled the drawer back. And to my utter horror, I found that my week-old bag was already empty. Sure there were a couple of leaves left, but not even enough for half a joint. The fuck? Surely I couldn't have run out this fast.
Or maybe I could. I'd been smoking up just about every day since getting the bag. I guess I'd burned through the stash a little faster than usual. Fuck. I was really craving some good shit right now, and I really didn't want to have to wait around to get more. Could I call Alex tonight? Was it too late? It was a Saturday, right? Surely he could hook me up.
"More! More!"
Randi's high-pitched voice floated through my open bedroom door. I'd never bothered to close it in my haste to get to my weed stash. I turned toward the sound and starting thinking...
No way.
No fucking way.
That was crazy.
This is crazy, I thought to myself. Daddy won't want to give you any. You're his darling girl and he wants to protect you from illegal drugs.
Yeah, right. Daddy's never once said 'no' to you, not since you were thirteen and showed him your boobs. He knows you toke up from time to time. You think he doesn't recognize the smell? And what the fuck can he say to you while he's getting high himself, huh?
I didn't think about it any further. I was craving a high, and nothing was gonna get in my way. I just reached forward and opened the door. And like two kids caught doing something naughty by their parents, my half-dressed father and his equally half-dressed girlfriend jumped and yanked the bed covers over their bodies, Randi shrieking like a little girl.
"Elyse! What are you doing home?" Daddy gasped as soon as he recognized me.
"Bad date," I explained before scanning the room for pot. "Sorry to bust in, but I thought I heard somebody talking about taking another hit."
Randi's eyes went to my dad, who just blushed and looked rather nervously at the floor in front of him. "Uh, well..." he stammered in a funny voice.
He looked even funnier given that he was wearing only his boxers, with a pretty obvious lump in the crotch. Randy had dragged most of the covers over her body, but I could tell she was only wearing a translucent negligee over the top of a lace bra and thong panties. At least I hadn't interrupted them in the middle of sex.
Not that I paid much attention to their state of dress. I couldn't have cared less if they were naked, not in my current one-track mind. I quickly scanned the room, desperate for some pot. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't detect a single sign of marijuana. The smell in the air was unrecognizable, too. And frowning, I started to realize that I probably shouldn't have busted in on them. "Oh, so I guess you guys weren't getting high."
Randi immediately started giggling, a goofy grin on her face. Daddy shot a look at her to shut her up. But then a moment later, the bottle-blonde couldn't help but hold up a glass tube and mutter, "Actually..."
I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at the glass contraption in Randi's hands. It looked familiar, and yet I didn't recognize it. "What is that?"
"A bong," Daddy drawled. "Shouldn't a girl of your age already know that?"
"But that isn't pot you're smoking."
"Oh, hell no," Randi laughed. "THIS is Crystal Meth. Serious shit."
My eyes popped wide open in surprise. And then to both my and my father's surprise, she offered it forward and asked, "Wanna try?"
I shouldn't have. My conscience told me I shouldn't have. Everything that was still pure and innocent and idealistic inside me told me I shouldn't have. But in that moment, I was a junkie needing a fix. So after only a second's hesitation, I grinned and waltzed into the room answering, "Sure."
I felt good. Actually, I felt good. Like, really, REALLY good.
I was invincible. My heart was pounding. My limbs felt flush with power. I tilted my head back to look up at the ceiling, and squeezed the armrests with both hands as I absorbed the rush of sensations zipping throughout my entire central nervous system.
I was wired. I felt like I'd been zapped by a bolt of lightning, but rather than kill me, it had given me the cosmic energy of the universe. I was breathing fast, my body consuming twice as much oxygen as normal. I felt like my vision had improved so much that I could identify microscopic indentations in the ceiling above me. But at the same time, whenever I turned my head I felt a foggy dizziness that made me believe I was floating away on a cloud.
I felt GOOD.
I was a whole new woman. Gone was the doubting, depressive little girl of the past few months. I'd felt my carefully constructed life at the top falling apart, from the doubts about my illicit relationship with Daddy, to Adrienne starting to undermine my status, and even my boyfriend not wanting to be with me. I'd escaped, pretty often actually, through liberal pot smoking. But this was completely different. This wasn't drowning out my troubles in a haze of mellowness. This was ENERGY.
And I was horny. My loins were on fire, flush with heat and electricity. I rubbed my thighs together, groaning at the wonderful friction. And I wasn't the only one aroused.
Randi had her mouth over Daddy's, the two of them kissing passionately and pawing at each other as if I wasn't even there. I mean, Daddy had initially been very awkward about my presence, a sharp contrast to Randi's lack of inhibition in getting me to smoke with them. He'd rebuffed her first few attempts to get frisky with him while I was in the room. But with each successive round passing the bong, Daddy loosened up more and more. And by now the amorous couple seemed to be completely oblivious to my presence.
They actually looked quite hot together. I'd long known Daddy was a handsome, sexually-attractive man. There was no gray in his hair, and he spent the money on a personal trainer to keep him in great shape. He certainly had the physical build and constitutional stamina to pound the shit out of me enough times, although he sometimes lacked the sexual stamina not to cum before I did.
Randi, truth-be-told, was quite the catch herself. She was 34, no kids, and in the perfect trophy-wife shape of a woman who'd never worked a day in her life and spent all her time making herself look as beautiful as possible. Plastic surgery and hair dye had corrected any flaws of birth, and watching her writhe atop Daddy's body was like watching a hot porn video. I simply couldn't help but slide my own hand into my panties, and the two of them were too engaged with each other to even notice.
Daddy had his hand inside Randi's negligee, palming one of her big, impossibly round tits. She had her hand inside his boxers, obviously stroking. And after breaking away from their ferocious liplock, the bottle-blonde bombshell began sliding herself down the bed, taking the sheets with her as she parked herself on all fours with her face directly over Daddy's crotch.
I groaned audibly as I saw Daddy's cock come into view. The others had been holding their breath for the big reveal, so my groan shattered the silence and immediately re-alerted the pair to my presence. Daddy simply glanced over at me with a haunted look before grimacing and averting his eyes. Randi jerked her head over, as if surprised to find that I was seated in a chair right next to the bed.
Randi stopped for just a moment, holding Daddy's erect stalk in her right hand while staring at me like a deer in the headlights. But the moment passed, and a sly smile crossed her face even as her irises hardened into an intense dark gaze. There was no question in her eyes. She wasn't asking me for permission. Instead, she looked like she was... telling me something.
In her eyes I heard, 'Hi. This is happening. I'm going to suck your father's dick right in front of you. Deal with it.' And then she ducked her head, deep-throating him in a single move.
Dayum. I'd never been able to do it myself, and yet she'd throated him with ease. Daddy groaned, tilting his head even further back, driving the back of his skull into the padded headboard while his hands rose up to grasp at Randi's head.
Still with his dick fully imbedded, she turned her eyes back to look at me, a twinkle now in those dark irises. She was smiling at me, even though her lips were firmly planted around the base of Daddy's prick. And she held that position for an extra few seconds, obviously contracting her throat muscles before pulling back to gasp for air.
And then she did it again.
And again.
And again.
My eyes were glued in front of me. I couldn't look away. It was like staring at Disneyland fireworks over Cinderella's Castle and at a car wreck on the 405 at the same time. Over and again Randi sucked Daddy, not quite bringing him to climax, teasing him until he was a whimpering, fleshy sack of sexual need. Halfway through, she sat up and ripped away both the negligee and her unnecessary bra, baring those globular tits to Daddy's eager lips and tongue. Eventually, she tugged on his legs to drag him into a flat supine position. And after shedding her thong, she mounted him cowgirl style and proceeded to ride my father like he was a bucking bronco.
I came three times just watching them. That was more than I'd ever orgasmed in one sitting before, and certainly more than I'd ever given myself with just my fingers. I screamed right along with them. I gripped the armrests and thrashed around my seat until the chair nearly toppled over. Flying high on the knowledge that it was my Daddy getting fucked right in front of me, along with the physical pleasure of rubbing my own clitty, and most especially the chemical fire searing throughout my entire body, I had the greatest sexual experience of my life.
Well, second greatest. You see, after quite the aerobic shagging, Randi shrieked and toppled off Daddy, panting naked and sprawled out across his California King-sized bed with his cum running out from between her legs. That left Daddy all alone, flushed red and panting and gloriously naked with his prick still pointing up into the air.
I couldn't resist. My conscience was turned off. Everything that was still pure and innocent and idealistic about me had gone dark in my brain. I didn't think anymore, I just acted. And I simply crawled over to the bed, took my Daddy's semi-hard prick in my hands, and started sucking him back to life.
"Oh, yes ... oh, yes ... oh, yes..." I moaned as I got pounded from behind. I'd woken up this morning expecting to feel this sensation before I went to sleep, but it wasn't my boyfriend doing the pounding.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Daddy grunted into my ear as he leaned over my back. I was on all fours getting drilled doggy-style on his bed, still wearing my "date" clothes, although the dress had been bunched up around my waist and my panties were being stretched to the point of tearing around my thighs. His hands were beneath my top, palming my tits and gripping them as handholds to yank my body back against his thrusting pelvis.
"Fuck me, Daddy ... Fuck me, Daddy..." I crooned over and over, spurring him further on.
He hammered me harder and harder until I felt my arms getting wobbly. I briefly thought about dropping down onto my chest so that I could use my own hands to finger myself, the same way I'd done so many other times when Daddy would fuck me. But I didn't have to this time; I had someone else doing it for me.
"This is soooo naughty..." Randi moaned in my other ear, panting heavily as she continued working over my pussy with her own hands, occasionally leaning in to peck my cheek or nuzzle my neck.
In some dim corner of my mind, my conscience stared in horror at what was happening. The secret was out. Someone else knew about Daddy's and my sinful, incestuous perversions. But the rest of me didn't care. All I felt was pleasure: the stretching fullness of Daddy's dick inside me, the roughness of his hands on my tits, and the delicate manipulations of Randi's fingers rubbing all over my body.
The crystal meth burned through my veins. The fogginess of before was gone, replaced with an otherworldly crystal clarity. I felt more alert, more alive than ever. I could see things with incredible detail. I could focus on the most minute source of pleasure. And I could actively let that little source fuel the lustful fire inside me to greater and greater heights of ecstasy.
I was a superwoman. I was a sexual goddess of pleasure. I felt better than I ever had in my life.
I could feel the scratchiness of Daddy's fingernails against my nipples. It didn't hurt, but each nail was a firm rigidity that pressed in my titflesh and set off extra sparks of bliss that raced up my nerves and into my brain.
I could smell the sweet honey of Randi's arousal. I thought of all my fond memories eating out Candy, Adrienne, Katrina, and others and suddenly reached out to grab the older woman by her waist. While she squealed, I yanked her bodily in front of me and then spread her thighs so that I could dive in and begin suckling out her copious fluids. I tasted my own father's spending inside her, but for once I didn't mind. Both he and she were rich flavors, and my heightened sense of taste simply wanted to consume it all.
I could hear the grunting of Daddy behind me, the note of exquisite joy in his voice as he was once again fucking his darling little girl. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, and it was because of me. And knowing I was making my Daddy so incredibly happy made ME happier, and I fucked him harder and tighter because of it.
Daddy stroked my arms, grabbed my shoulders, and squeezed my tits as he launched himself into me over and again. Having already cum once, I knew he would last longer inside me, and I was reveling in every extra minute I got to feel his wonderful prick pistoning through my teenaged twat.
Randi cooed and moaned and held my head. She let me fondle her enhanced tits and tongue her labia, and she even squealed when I shoved an index finger up her ass.
That last bit set her off. I felt the flood of liquids splashing against my jaw as she creamed right in my face. Her thighs came up and boxed my ears, but I just bore down and gave her clit the tongue-lashing of a lifetime.
Daddy came soon after. His long-fantasized threesome with me was finally coming true, and with a bellow he rammed himself as deep as he could go and then held there. I felt the detonation deep within my core, his cock swelling up even bigger before jetting out with the first glob of incestuous Daddy-spunk.
In my heightened state of awareness, I felt each individual droplet splatter against my honeyed inner walls. Like little raindrops, each minor burst of pleasure was too small on its own to really set me off. But together, with the force of a thousand tiny impacts, they added up into a hailstorm of energy that made every little nerve ending explode in response. I felt a fresh series of explosions with every succeeding pulse of spunk Daddy shot into me.
And I came.
I didn't hear the scream that ripped through my throat, but I remember my throat being sore the next morning. I also don't remember much of what happened in the ten minutes immediately following my climax. Most of that duration was because I came so hard that I passed out. But even then, there are a few minutes of consciousness that I can't recall.
All I really remember is sitting upright in my own bed, having been changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas. Randi had been saying something to me, but my memory only begins at the tail end of our conversation.
" ... talk tomorrow, okay?" she said warmly.
I was nodding sleepily, and I let Randi lean forward and peck my forehead daintily. She rubbed my cheek and then turned to leave, meeting up with Daddy at my open doorway and then the both of them departing.
I knew right then and there: the three of us were going to do it again. The night had been too fantastic, the sex too incredible. I'd never experienced anything in my life like it, and I already knew I wanted to feel it again.
Marijuana was a joke. Crystal Meth was the real deal.
Daddy and I would keep fucking, probably with Randi too. Now that she knew our secret, Daddy wouldn't be able to treat her like any of his other disposable girlfriends. She'd be around for the long haul, but if she was going to be the key to him continuing to have me, he'd willingly stay with her.
My friends could never know. They wouldn't understand. I wouldn't even be able to tell Candy, who I already knew disapproved. She was just jealous. If she'd ever actually seduced her brother, she'd know just how ... intoxicating ... incest can be.
I could see my future. It was all so clear now. I'd be living the good life, with no more doubts, no more regrets. I loved my Daddy. And I loved getting high.
My life would never be the same again.
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