Turning off the TV you go upstairs to go to your room. Tapping on your daughters door you open it and see them both sitting there talking in quiet whispers.
"Dad!" your daughter says alarmed.
"I was thinking of turning in." you tell them.
"Already?" your daughter asks.
"Yeah a little tired and figured it was time."
"Too tired to talk with us?" she asks.
"No, never too tired for you sweetheart." So you take a few steps into the room and shut the door behind you for some reason. Then cross to the bed where they are both wearing silk pajamas.
Sitting on the bed you look at both of the girls.
"What we talking about?" you ask them.
"Boys of course silly." your daughter says poking you in the ribs.
"Oh the curse of all girls in the world." you say with a smile as you get comfortable noting the raise and fall of their breasts as they breath, the way their nipples move under the silken tops they are wearing.
"Dad focus now." you hear your daughter say.
"Yes sweetheart." you answer not sure what you just missed knowing you were busted staring at your own daughters breasts through her clothes thinking of how big her nipples might be when they are hard.
Then she blushes and says, "Dad, would you mind playing a boy?"
"What do you mean sweetheart?"
"Could you," she blushes then starts again, "would you lay on your back so we could see how a man would react to us?"
"Is that something you really want me to do honey?"
Biting her lip you see her shake her head and her friend does not even look at you she is so embarrassed. |