Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:17:13 -0400 From: Amy Stiles Subject: The Gift - Part 2 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about an adult-minor relationship. If incest is illegal in your area, I advise you to find your way away from this page immediately. Chapter Two If I wasn't thinking of what may occur last night, I definitely wasn't thinking of the next morning. It certainly was... awkward, to say the least. The sun shone in from my father's bedroom window, and I awoke with a startled shake from my father. He didn't really say anything, he sort of just looked at me with a scared look in his eye. I would like to say I was the epitome of cool and understanding, and had it all figured out. But I would be lying then. I had pretty much the same initial reaction as my dad, and quickly grabbed up my clothes and sprinted down the hall, back into my room. Ten minutes of questioning myself and a hot shower later, I came downstairs dressed and ready for school. When I reached the table, I ate quietly with my two older brothers, Alan and Tom. They chatted quietly about something that I wasn't really paying attention too. No, I was staring over at the door, where my dads boots were not, signaling he had left for work in a hurry. After we finished our breakfasts, me and my seventeen year old brother Tom headed out for school. All through first period, I fidgeted in my tight school uniform, unable to get the thoughts of what happened last night out of my head. What my dad must think! Well, perhaps not so different from me was the assumption I came too, as I hadn't exactly forced him into it. So, you would know my surprise when I came out the front doors to go eat lunch at the mall with my friend, and found my father waiting in his small car, still in his work uniform. Needless to say, I quickly made my way over, where he nodded me into the car, and sped off. Not a word was said between us the whole drive, and although I was curious as to where we were going, I was way to uncomfortable to say anything. However, I was quite relieved when he pulled into our driveway. We got into the empty house, my eldest brother Alan being at his part time job through the days. "We need to talk about last night." My dad said when we came into the kitchen, turning to look at me fully. His eyes seemed to light up then, as if it was the first time he had really bothered to look at me today. And it was probably true. I "half-blame" myself for what happened next. My school uniform had come in the mail, and this year there had been a catalog mistake and it came a size smaller than I wanted. So it hugged a little close to my body, if you know what I mean. Well, I guess my dad noticed this quite clearly that day, because the next thing I knew, he had picked me up off my feet and spread me out across the table, our two mouths moving quickly, kissing each other. My dad backed off for a second only to rip at my school shirt, buttons shooting all over the room as he pulled the soft white material off my body. Meanwhile, I worked on my dads belt, my nimble fingers undoing the strap quickly and dropping his work pants around his ankles. "Just once more." My dad growled, yanking my tight pants off, taking my briefs off in the same motion. I could only smile at the exuberance my father showed, as he leaned in, lifted me slightly and began straddling me. His face moved to my chest, licking at my nipples and sending goosebumps running along my body. A few seconds after he started that, he slowly guided himself inside of me once again. "Oh!" I yelped lightly, comfortable to make noise this time. My father only seemed to get more excited by that, and he began sliding in and out of me, his cock rushing in and out of my newly stretched ass. "Oh, dad..." I breathed, gripping his burly arms tightly with my small hands, arching my back and spreading my legs. My father soon began picking up his pace, that familiar skin-on-skin slapping sound reaching my ears. "Mark..." My dad growled, moving faster and faster with each thrust. His hands slid along my smooth front, passing over the small patch of hair beneath my waistline before wrapping his hand around my hardened cock and quickly stroking it. "Dad... oh dad... dad...." I moaned, my hips rocking to my father's pleasureful movements, fading into the new feelings that my father was allowing me to feel at that moment. Before I knew it, a pressure seemed to drop into the pit of my stomach, and like my father beneath me, my whole body tensed up. The next thing I knew, my father's warmth was filling me again, and I was blowing my load all over my dad and the kitchen table. "Oh Mark..." My father gasped, his chest heaving lightly as he let me down to rest on the table. "Dad..." I responded, panting heavily.