My Boyfriend’s Father II

By the next morning, I woke up back in my bed being lightly shaken by Marina.



‘We need to change for the wedding,’ she said and left the room. Last night’s events started to come back to my mind and in the bright day light, I found myself extremely embarrassed. I always found Bruno handsome for an older man, but never, not in a million years I would have imagined that one day I would watch him masturbate while he watched me doing the same, much less have sex with Nathan twice while I pretended, he was his father. I had no idea how I would be able to face Bruno and Nathan after that.



I got off the bed and went to brush my teeth, take a quick shower and change. While I did that, I kept playing that scene in my head, trying to analyze why I did what I did, how I felt about it and how I feel about it now, embarrassment aside. As soon as I had my dress on, I had it figured out: I did it because seeing him like that made me wet, when he started watching me, I felt sexy like never before and very horny, and I know that if I had the opportunity, I would do it again. In the end I wasn’t probably that embarrassed.



My phone vibrated on the vanity and I saw it was a new message from Nathan with only two words: “no panties?” Before we came here, he dared me to go to the church without it, saying I was too much of a good girl to do it, that I wouldn’t have the courage for it. It was stupid and childish but after what I did with his father the night before, this wouldn’t be the naughtiest thing I’ve done during this trip, so why not?



I left the bathroom and found him there with his phone on his hand waiting for me. I could hear his family in the social area so I slowly pulled my dress up to my waist, showing him my hairless pussy, enjoying the expression on his face change from shock to desire. I smiled at him and dropped it, going to my room to put my pajamas away. I felt his hands grabbing my butt and pulling my dress up and I started to panic, afraid someone would walk on us so I turned and stopped him.



‘Someone might see us. We should get going.’



‘Sorry I’ve never seen you in something like this before… you look hot. Specially without panties,’ he said looking down and smiling. The dress I was wearing was just a simple and light summer dress with pink roses on it, and yeah, it had been a while since I wore it so it was a little small in the chest area and shorter than I thought it would be, but since I was also short, I thought could get away with it. I smiled back at him and together we went to the living room to join his family. I felt myself blush as soon as we got there, remembering the previous night, so I focused my attention at Nathan’s mother instead, which made me feel guilty for wanting to give her husband a hand job.



‘We’re all ready? We can grab something to eat downstairs before heading to the church,’ she said, getting up. I couldn’t resist much longer and looked at Bruno quickly and saw he was looking at me with a hidden expression on his face. We all started to move and went downstairs to grab something to eat on the way.



The church was close to the hotel, and soon enough we were there. We sat down and I pulled my dress a little so I could feel the wood of the bench against my bare bottom, feeling naughty and aroused by the whole deal.



‘I never thought you’ll do it! I can’t wait for tonight,’ Nathan said whispering in my ear. I smiled at him and right after that the wedding ceremony began. It was sweet in a weird way, because I never been to a stranger’s weeding before and after it was over, we got back in the car and headed to the farm, where the party would be. Nathan made sure to sit in the middle this time, so he had his finger making circles in my thigh, going up and up until both my thighs were almost all exposed. I was getting wet with his teasing and not wanting to leave a wet spot in the car seat I stopped him by taking hold of his hand, making him smile with the knowledge that he was arousing me.



The farm was beautiful, with hills of a green grass to the right and threes on the top of it and a lake partially hidden by the house to the left, and it I could see some animals far away. We went inside the tent that had been assembled for the party on the back of the house, and we sat down at a table to eat, since we were all quite hungry. We ate, talked and laughed, for a couple of hours, and I began to feel completely at easy, forgetting my embarrassment, guilt and lack of panties. I was back at being a regular fifteen-year-old. Nathan and Marina decided to go talk with some of their cousins and I joined them but after a while, I felt left out listening to them talking about people I didn’t know and reliving old memories, so I went back to the table where Nathan’s parents were talking with one of Bruno’s old relatives. From what I gathered, he was the owner of the farm and Bruno’s uncle. He was telling them all the plans they had made for the wedding, how happy he was that everything worked so well. Then the subject changed to the woods at the top of the hill, of his memories of Bruno’s explorations there as a child.



‘It’s been years since I’ve explored those woods, I think I would like to go there again… Want to join me?’ He asked me and something in his eyes made me compelled to accept. Camila, his wife, reclined going, and his uncle said he couldn’t leave the party.



‘Don’t forget to show her the big rock at the far end of the woods,’ he said when we were getting up. I was nervous and as soon as we left the tent, I started to shake a little, thinking of a thousand ways I could apologize for spying on him the night before while he held my hand in silence, helping me climb up the hill. Unfortunately, nothing seemed good or right, I mean, how could you apologize for something like that? We reached the woods, sunlight filtered through the tree branches and birds sang all around us, making the place look beautiful and magical.



As soon as we were out of sight from anyone who might go for a walk close to the hill, I realized he was still holding my hand in silence, so I decided I would have to be the one talking. I stopped walking and released his hand and he stopped too, turning to me.



‘I’m sorry’ I said. I didn’t have any excuses really, but I knew I didn’t have to say more, that these two words were enough, so I just looked at him waiting for him to say something like “let’s not talk about it”, or “it’s fine let’s forget it”. The silence between us lasted seconds but with my nervousness it seemed to stretch for minutes.



‘If you’re talking about last night, I’m not sorry and I don’t think you are either.