Candace Part 2

I bolted up and sat and looked at Candace. She had that deer in the headlights look, and I was a little amused that she was so nervous. Our eyes met and I could tell she was a little embarrassed that I might have been able to hear her and Karen earlier.

I was the first to speak, “I stayed home from work with a migraine.”

Her voice trembled as she replied, “You’ve been home all day?”

“Yes.”

She came further into the room and sat at the foot at the bed. Her head hung even though there was no definitive confirmation that she had been heard. I sat there and just looked at the side of her face. I could see a tear form and silently run down her cheek. Her body trembled and she started to sob.

As a Dad and father there was that inner conscience that responds to the pain of a child and I reached out and took her hand and whispered, “It’s OK, Candace.”

“No, Daddy it’s not OK, you had to have heard what Karen and I were doing and I am so embarrassed.”

“What’s to be embarrassed about? What was I supposed to have heard?”

I tried to play off that there was complete innocence on both our parts, but she saw right through the disguise.

“Oh, Dad I know you heard, I left my bedroom door open and you are a light sleeper. Please don’t tell Mom, she’d go off the deep end and…”

“What exactly did you and Karen do that would be so bad that you would not want Mom to know.”

Her face burned bright red and as she turned to look at me I could see that her desire was not completely abated, she had the just orgasmed look that I had become well aware of. I thought I detected her feminine odor and my breathing was becoming a little harder as I remembered how Candace looked naked and what her and Karen were doing not 15 minutes ago.

“What can I say Dad, Karen did things to me that I’ve never done and I couldn’t stop her. I’ve never felt like I did when she kissed me, Dad. When she grabbed my boob I about died.”

Wow more information than I expected but I had to be an adult and be her protector and mentor.

“How did you feel, Candace?”

“Oh, Dad I’m so embarrassed talking to you about this”

“No need to be, honey. I am always here for you to talk to.”

She stood and started to walk out of the room. Just before she got to the door she looked back and said, “Maybe later. Daddy. I am just too embarrassed to talk right now.”

“Ok, babe I’m here whenever.”

She walked out and I leaned back on the bed. I closed my eyes and immediately relived the earlier events. I could feel another erection starting and I caught myself before reaching down and stroking my semi hardon. I remembered Candace was still in the house and my door was open.

I fell asleep and dreamed about Candace and Karen except I was between them and they were slowly stroking my cock and whispering in my ear. I awoke with a start and realized that indeed I was being stroked and the shadow on the wall told me it was late afternoon. I sleepily opened my eyes and looked at the hand that was lazily stroking me.

“How’s your head, Honey?”

Whew it was Sharon, my wife stroking me and I was relieved and I’d be an idiot if I didn’t say I was a little disappointed.

“Its better Babe how was your day?”

“Oh you know, same old shit, different day. What’s up with your daughter? I tried her door and she didn’t answer, but I could music in her room.”

I hated lying but I was also a Dad so I crossed my fingers and said, “I don’t know, Babe, I was asleep before she got home.”

My cock was a full mast as Sharon absentmindedly jacked me off. “That’s not like her; she normally greets us when she comes home. Maybe she’s sick.”

“Go check on her again and beat the door down if you have to.”

“I will in a minute. It looks as if somebody else has a headache. Let me kiss it better.”

She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Her tongue wrapped around the head and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She was furiously licking the pee-hole as she reached between my legs and brought my balls out of my pajamas. Her head came off and took my left ball in her mouth. Lightly licking the ball and sack her hand was lightly stroking just the head of my cock.

Precum was dripping out of the tip and using her thumb she spread the moisture around. This natural lubrication made it easier for her to stroke me. Her intention was to excite me to the boiling point and I could only hope that she would bring it to fruition.

She spat the ball out and looked me in the eye and said, “I’d better check on Candace. Don’t worry, baby I’ll take care of you later.”

I heard her knock on Candace’s door and enter. I hoped that Candace had calmed down enough that her Mom would not realize anything out of the ordinary. She was upset enough earlier that her mom might be able to detect her uneasiness. I lay there and hoped this was not the case as I did not want Sharon to know that I had peeped in on Candace. Yes call me selfish but I did not want my wife to believe I was perving on our daughter.

Some time had elapsed, perhaps 15 minutes and I heard Candace’s door open.