Weekends with Dad Ch. 3

CHAPTER THREE

Our secret lasted less than 24 hours.

Dad had begged me to tell absolutely no one, of course, and to act as if nothing unusual had happened between us. I promised.

But Megan and I kept nothing from each other. She was my best friend and next-door neighbor, and had babbled on and on about how great it was to fuck mature men. How could I not tell her?

I got home from Dad’s house on Sunday evening, and I was about to burst with my secret by the time Megan came over after school on Monday.

“Remember what you told me about older guys?” I asked, a little too delicately. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, intrigued now but confused. I was pacing the room, unable to contain my nervous energy. “You know, how they’re supposed to be… better?”

Comprehension washed over her face, and she broke out in a wide smile. Then the questions came like machine-gun fire.

“You got laid this weekend? Fuck! That’s awesome! Who was it? Was it really an older guy? Was it good? Did you cum? Tell me, girl! Details!”

I sat next to her on the bed and she bounced on the mattress with excitement.

“You were at your dad’s place this weekend, so I probably don’t know the guy,” she reasoned. “Was it one of his friends? Or somebody from his neighborhood?”

“You’re getting warmer,” I replied, leaning back on the bed. She always squirmed when I withheld a nugget of juicy gossip, and I loved teasing her. “It was actually… Dad.”

It took a moment to process.

“Dad? YOUR Dad?”

I simply nodded, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

“Oh my god! You didn’t! You did! You fucked your dad! That’s so wrong!” Her words came in a harsh whisper but with no trace of condemnation. “What happened? Wait — did you want it?”

“Oh yeah, I wanted it. Bad.”

As I gave Megan every detail of my incestuous exploits over the past month, she just sat there silent, mouth slightly open and head shaking in wonder. I told her how I spied on Dad as he beat off in the shower. How I became obsessed with his big cock. How I tried to seduce him and then nearly took him by force.

“So you just dropped to your knees right there in the shower and blew him? That’s so fucking hot! I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“It was amazing, Meg. He resisted me, even tried to get away. It was kind of cute. But he couldn’t resist this teenage vixen.”

“And you let him cum inside you? But you’re not on the pill!”

I explained that Mom’s pregnancy was very difficult, and Dad had a vasectomy shortly after. My mother had told me about it when I was old enough to understand.

“So you basically spent all weekend having sex with your own father.”

“Yeah, we did it all over the house.” I sighed heavily with the vivid memories in my head. “I’m a little sore to be honest. And he probably took the day off work to recover.”

“Or if I see him nodding off on camera, I’ll know why.” Dad is a local television reporter, and Megan was a big fan. “But tell me girl, what’s his cock like?”

“He’s a bit longer than Josh or Brandon. And a lot thicker.” I curled my fingers around my father’s imaginary shaft. “I can’t even reach all the way around it. I’ve been horny all day just thinking about that thing.”

“I can tell. Your nipples are about to poke my eye out,” she said with a laugh. Then she reached over and lightly pinched my nips. “Oh, I bet he loved your little titties!”

“They’re not little! They’re just not big mommy jugs like yours.”

Megan and I are best friends despite huge differences in our personalities, and our bodies are almost a reflection of that.