Family Therapy. A Daughter A Sister Ch.1 free porn video

Dear diary,

This week has been pretty uneventful. School is boring, personal life is boring, life, in general, is just boring... I'm enjoying the peace and quiet now that Dillon's off at college, however, sometimes I still miss him. For whatever reason.

Mom seems to be getting more bitchy day by day. The other day she gave me shit because the screen on my phone was too bright. I mean wtf how does that even bother you?

One upside to the week was Tuesday. The weather was really warm and dad was out back working on the deck with no shirt on. Yum! I know it's pretty messed up but I can't help myself. That is hot af.

I wonder if he ever checks me out? Maybe I should try wearing something a little more slutty. Ashley dresses like a skank and she seems to get a lot of attention. I need to go shopping.

"Lindsay dinner is ready," my mother shouted from downstairs

"Give me a minute!" I shouted back.

I Texted Ashley before I went downstairs.

"Hey, bish. Mall?"

I headed downstairs and sat at the dinner table. Another healthy meal of grilled chicken with avocado and tomato salad. It was a little bland but I didn't mind although I wouldn't mind pizza every now and then.

As usual, mom and dad complained about their jobs to each other.

Beep beep went my phone.

"Uh yes! Please! I need out of the house so fucking bad!" Ashley replied via text

Ashley was my best friend. She was the school slut but I loved her regardless. I knew no matter what she would always have my back. I was sixteen and had just started high school. Back then I was a little shy but she took me under her wing. She showed me the ropes. She was a grade ahead of me so she already knew everyone in the school. If it wasn't for her I probably wouldn't have half the friends I have now.

"Meet you there at 6?" I replied

"You got it bish."

All I needed was a ride.

"Daddy?" I said with a puppy dog face. "After dinner could you drive me to the mall?"

Mom quickly interrupted before dad could answer.

"Why don't you ask me to take you?" Mom flashed one of her judgmental looks.

"Because you would just tell me to ask dad anyway."

"Touché," she replied as she continued cutting into her chicken breast.

"So, Daddy?"

"Yeah sure, no problem," my dad replied with a smile. I loved his smile. Every time I saw it I always got a warm tingly feeling inside.

On my way to the mall...

"Smile for a selfie with me," I said as I held up my phone and struck a pose.

Click

I snapped a photo for my Snapchat story. Dad made some goofy face. It was pretty funny so I kept it.

"What was that for?" My dad asked.

"Oh, nothing just my snap."

"Snap?"

"Yeah... Snapchat."

"Oh, I think I have heard of that."

" ... Wait... You have never used Snapchat before?"

"No. Should I have?"

"Yeah probably. Everybody uses Snapchat."

"Everyone but me," my dad chuckled.

"But you should get it so you can follow me."

"I'll think about it."

"Well if you do add angel eyes with a z."

"Is that you?"

"No it's Emma Watson," I said sarcastically as I giggled.

"Haha… funny girl," dad replied laughing.

We got to the mall and I leaned over to give my dad a kiss on the lips. I loved kissing him.

"Here, just don't go crazy," my dad said as he pulled his credit card out from his wallet and handed it to me.

"Oh my God thank you, Daddy!" I shouted as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him an even bigger kiss. He placed his hand on my back and helped the kiss last a little bit longer than it normally does. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet sensation.

"You need a ride home after?" dad asked.

"No it's okay I'll probably Just Uber."

"Okay, princess, I'll see you later," he said before driving off.

I went to Starbucks and waited for Ashley. She was notoriously late always.

I suddenly jumped as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and hands suddenly cupping my breast.

"Hey there, sweet thing," said a soft voice into my ear. Clearly, it was Ashley.

I quickly slapped her hands away and looked around to see if anybody saw the events that had just unfolded.

"Oh my God! You are so bad!" I shrieked.

"Haha you love it," Ashley said as she slid into the stool beside me. "So what do you want to do?"

"Shop obviously," I said as I held at my Dad's credit card up.

"Ouu you must have sucked his cock real good to get that."

"Wow!" I said as I blushed hard. I felt so embarrassed after she said that because the thought of sucking my dad's cock immediately popped into my head. Just thinking about it got me excited and maybe a little damp.

"Hmm… not the reaction I was expecting but ok," Ashley said as she gave me an inquisitive glare. "You didn't actually, did you?"

"No! Of course not! He's my dad!"

"It's not that uncommon. You never know," Ashley said with a shrug. "So what should we get first?"

Not that uncommon???

"Well… actually, I was hoping you could lead the way. I think it's time I had a change of style."

"Oh really!?" Ashley said as her face lit up.

"Don't get too excited! I don't want to go too crazy," I said worried that I just opened up Pandora's box of skank.

"And what do you consider not too crazy?"

"Something in between you…" I said as I looked at her white cropped t-shirt that was completely covered with horizontal tears on the front leaving her small tits and Red bra completely exposed and a red pleated schoolgirl skirt that sat very low on her hips. I was almost certain that she wasn't wearing underwear underneath that. And a pair of black stockings on her long legs with an admittedly cute pair of high heel boots that had silver buckles.

"And me…" I said as a gesture to my purple tank top and black shorts. And let's not forget my Vans.

Ashley stared at me thinking as she brushed a strand of her shoulder-length red hair behind her ear.

"Okay, okay. I have some ideas," Ashley said as she yanked my hand and pulled me off.

Ashley dragged me around to a bunch of stores and started picking things out. One of those things I actually liked a lot. It was more revealing than what I usually wear but still really cute. Ashley wanted to get into the fashion industry when she gets older so needless to say she had a keen eye for cute outfits. However, there were still a couple of things that she picked out that were way out of my comfort zone. She forced me to get them anyway though.

While we were shopping I took some pics for my Snapchat. At one point, I got a new notification that I have a new follower. I didn't think much of it at the time because I get new followers all the time. The name sounded kind of familiar though. It was an RS5 guy which was the same car my dad had. And he loved his car. So it got me wondering.

Later...

When I got back home, I didn't see dad anywhere but Mom was relaxing on the couch reading a book. I headed up to my room started going through my new clothes. I stripped down and started trying some things so I could take a picture post on my snap story. It was getting pretty late so I didn't expect to get a ton of views. My new follower, RS5 guy, viewed every single one of my posts.

Ouuu, I got a new fan!

I got a cute pink tank top that said Daddy's girl on it. The opening on the sides was pretty low and showed a lot of side boob. At the time I didn't care though. I was too lazy to put a bra on just to take a picture, so I got on my knees in front of the mirror and posed in a way that only a little bit of my side boob was visible.

About thirty seconds after posting the picture, I got a notification that RS5 guy took a screenshot of my pic.

Okay, I need to know who this is.

I decided to send RS5 guy a message.

"Who is this?"

"A secret admirer," message said with a smiley face emoji.

Yeah, cuz that's not creepy.

"Oh really? I got you feeling some sort of way?" I typed as I headed downstairs to get something to drink.

"I think you're pretty cool, that's all," RS5 guy replied.

"But are you cool that's the real question."

Beep beep I heard coming from the living room. I took a peek over to see Dad laying on the couch. Luckily I had my phone on silent so he probably didn't know I was there.

"I have been told I'm okay," he responded with a wink emoji.

"Just okay?"

Beep beep I heard immediately after sending my message.

I was almost sure it was my dad but I wanted to make sure.

"Hey."

Beep beep

"You."

Beep beep

"There."

Beep beep

There was no doubt about it now. RS5 guy was one hundred percent, my dad. I didn't want to let him know that I knew yet. There was too much fun to be had.

"Huh?" Dad replied.

"So did you like my new outfits?" I said trying to avoid the need to explain.

"Yes, you look amazing."

"I have one that's a little bit more revealing. I don't want to post it on my story but because you're cool I could send it just to you if you like?"

"Sure! I feel special now." He replied.

What a dork.

"Okay just give me a minute."

I ran back upstairs to my room and I took my new tank top off. I grabbed the pink bra I had just bought and put it on. I looked into the mirror and thought to myself I can do a little bit better than this. I took the bra off again and threw it to the floor. I put my arm over my chest to just cover my nipples. I took the picture and sent it immediately. Only after I had sent it, I was left wondering if I had gone too far.

I got a notification saying that someone took a screenshot of my picture.

Did my dad actually just save a picture of me topless?

"Looks very light," he replied."

"Very light! it's more of a nightwear item."

"I'm sure it is," he replied with a wink emoji.

I was shocked but I was still incredibly flattered. I was starting to think that I'm going to enjoy my dad following me on Snapchat.

"Well, it's my bedtime. I'll show you the rest of my outfits later," I responded.

"I look forward to it."

I was so turned on that I slipped my hand between my legs started rubbing my pussy. I was already so wet. I was so aroused that I wasn't even paying attention to where my mind was going. My finger circled my clit while I imagined my dad stroking his cock while looking at my picture.

I laid back on the carpeted floor and opened my legs wider. I started rubbing myself a little bit faster with the image of sucking my dad's cock popping back in my head. "Oh Daddy," I whimpered.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought to myself as I masturbated. He's my dad. This is so wrong.

It was too late though. I was already too invested in my lewd act. I bit my lip and arched my back as I felt my orgasm grow.

"Oh Daddy," I moaned as I clenched my legs together. My body trembling with pleasure. I laid there panting as my orgasm subsided. I stared at my phone lost in thought knowing what I did was so wrong but it felt so right. Felt so Good. I needed to do it again.

A month later…

My flirtatious interactions with RS5 guy (my dad) continued. We would banter and I would send him sexy photos and then masturbate thinking of him. Thinking of my dad.

I started wearing some of the sexy outfits I wore for my pictures around the house and even picked up new ones that were more daring than my original purchases just to see if my dad would stare. He was good at hiding it but I caught him looking a couple of times. Sometimes I even went through the house wearing just my bra and panties. Making sure to wiggle my butt a little bit regardless if I knew he was watching or not.

Mom wasn't a big fan of my new dress code though. She constantly sent me to go change or lecture me on how a woman should conduct herself. I understood what she was saying and totally agreed. I would never wear any of that stuff outside the house. That's for sure.

I became bitter though. My mom became an obstacle, and because of this, I had to keep most of my teasing on Snapchat. But I wanted more. The only way to get more though was to tell dad that I knew it was him. I already knew that he wanted it too. He saved all of my lewd photos after all.

I made up my mind. I had never sent him anything completely nude before so I decided that was my next step. If he saved that photo then I would tell him how I feel.

My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty when I did my hair and my makeup. I wanted to look perfect for this picture. I debated on at least wearing some panties but I decided not to. I wanted to offer daddy all of me.

I touched up my hair and then pinched my nipples to get them a little hard. I took a deep breath and then started taking picture after picture trying to get the perfect one. Some a little too slutty, some too innocent, and some that just looked awkward. After about a hundred pictures, I finally took one that was perfect.

I was hesitant at first second-guessing my decision. And then I just did it and hit the send button.

It felt like an eternity before I finally got a reply.

Beep beep beep

There was a notification that I was waiting for. Dad saved my picture. I was about to reply until...

"Wow, you look absolutely perfect! What did I do to deserve such a wonderful treat?" My dad messaged.

This was going way better than I could have hoped and I finally felt an ounce of relief. The question ringing through my head then was what next. Do I just blurt it out or find a more subtle approach.

"You were a good boy!" I replied with a smiley face emoji.

Luckily my dad took the next step for me.

"Maybe you deserve a treat too? Since you were such a good girl," dad replied.

Beep beep

Dad sent me a picture and I lost my breath when I opened it. Dad sent me a nude mirror selfie from the neck down. My mouth watered and my body ached as I took is the amazing sight before me. From his hard pecks, and down his flat stomach, to his massive cock standing at attention. I was so turned on but I didn't even realize what I was typing as a response.

"Oh my god, dad, you got me so hot right now! I want to feel you for real."

Oh, I said, Dad. Well too late to go back now.

"How did you know it was me?"

"I always did, dad. You are not very good at being sneaky."

What came next I would have never expected. Dad walked right into my room completely naked and closed the door behind him. As a reflex, I quickly tried to cover myself. One arm over my breasts while my other hand covered my pussy. I stood there speechless unable to speak or move. There was a moment of silence as we just looked at each other.

Dad walked over to me and reached for my hands. He lifted them and exposed my completely naked body to him once again. He placed my hands on his chest before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Your request is granted," he said finally before leaning down and bringing his lips to mine. My eyes were wide open as I returned the kiss, still shocked by everything that was happening. This was something that I had been building too and now that it was finally happening I was nervous. Not afraid of what we were doing. I was afraid that I was going to wake up and the dream would be over.

That feeling started to fade away as our kiss grew more passionate and his tongue caressed mine. a sensation so blissful that I dare not even describe it, knowing that no words exist that are powerful enough to describe my emotions at that moment.

His hands reached down to my ass, grabbing me tightly, lifting. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he picked me up off the ground. Our kiss never breaking. Dad walked us over to my bed and laid me down on it as he positioned himself on top of me. Our passionate kiss still never breaking.

My legs still wrapped around him but in this position, I could feel his cock brushing against my pussy, sending warm chills of desire to every inch of my body. Slowly, I reached my hand down between us and timidly grabbed his erect member. Our kiss still never breaking.

I had never touched a penis before. Everything I knew about them I had only seen on the internet or in movies. So I used everything I could remember as I ran my hand over it. Back and forth gently clenching his swollen member. Every movement of my hand caused his cock to rub against my wet pussy. His cock was quickly lubricated in my juices as it started slipping between my folds. Our loving kiss still never breaking.

It felt so amazing as it slid from my opening to my clit and back again. Dad started thrusting, his hard cock rubbed on my sex with more force. When his cock was close to my opening it pressed into me ever so slightly. It felt so amazing that I just held it there allowing it to continue poking my entrance. Each thrust pushed a little bit more inside me until the head completely slipped passed by moist gates and hit my hymen. Our perfect kiss finally broke.

My dad looked deep into my eyes and I into his while the tip of his manhood rested inside of me.

"Do you want me to keep going?" my dad asked very compassionately.

I was nervous because I knew this was probably going to hurt but there was nothing I wanted more.

I bit my lip and nodded innocently.

"Are you sure?" Dad asked sounding worried.

"Yes, daddy, please. I want you to be my first. Just go slow okay?"

Daddy nodded before kissing me once again. My hands gripped his back, my fingers digging in as he pushed in a little more. I felt an intense stretching sensation. It didn't hurt yet but it felt incredibly tight. I was confused and worried that dad was going to stop as he started pulling out of me until he slowly pressed back in again. A little deeper than he was before. It started feeling more uncomfortable now but nothing horrible.

He did it over and over again until the discomfort started turning into something more. Something, pleasurable. Deeper and deeper he went. The sense of discomfort became something new entirely with each gentle thrust. It was all so euphoric.

The physical sensation was only part of the pleasure. The rest was entirely emotional. So many feelings, some bad but mostly good. I felt so vulnerable but completely safe with my father. I started feeling so full. Every time I thought he was all the way inside me, there was still a little more.

When I finally felt him all the way inside of me, I hugged him tight and whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"I love you too, princess," dad said back to me as he started thrusting.

"Oh, Daddy!" I moaned, falling deeper down the rabbit hole of lust and love.

"You feel so amazing, baby!" Dad whispered softly into my ear.

Dad started increasing his pace now tenderly fucking me. His own daughter. And I was loving every second of it. His body started tensing up and so did mine.

"Oh god, daddy!" I screamed as I started trembling. My pussy clenched around my father's thick cock so tight as it worked in and out of me, making my orgasm seem to last forever.

"I'm about to come!" my dad shouted as he tried to pull out of me. My legs locked around him and didn't want to let it go. He pushed back harder. He broke free of my grasp, his cock shooting hot semen all over my stomach. It felt so warm but also kind of gross. I couldn’t help but giggle. My dad fell onto the bed beside me giggling as well.

I rolled over and laid my head on his chest. My cum covered belly now sandwiched against him.

"That feels weird," my dad chuckled as he wrapped his arm around me.

"It's your mess, don't complain."

"Oh trust me I'm not complaining," dad said before kissing my head.

"It felt so amazing, dad!"

"That was your first time so the next time should feel even more amazing."

"Next time?" I asked, grinning as I looked up at him feeling happier than ever.

"Yeah. Next time. Do you think you're capable of only doing this once?"

I chuckled, "No definitely not."

"You know this was wrong though, right?" My dad said in a more serious tone.

"Yeah I know," I said as I buried my face back into his chest. "But I don't care. I need you."

"I need you too, princess."

Just at that moment, we heard the front door close.

"Oh shit! Mom's home," I shouted as I jumped out of bed and grabbed a towel to wipe the sticky come from my stomach. Dad got up and quickly ran into the shower. I jumped under my sheets just as mom knocked on my door.

"Hey, your dad in the shower?" My mom asked.

"Yeah I think so," I replied with my attention glued to my phone.

"Okay well, I got takeout on my way home so come down whenever you're ready. With clothes please," Mom said before shutting my door.

Two weeks later… (I’ll pick up from here)

Dad and I continued our affair and as he said it got better and better every time. It got to the point where keeping my hands off him was a struggle. Dad started coming home early every day that Mom went to the gym which was fairly often. There were some nights though when my insatiable desires got the better of me. Mom would be in the kitchen or the other room doing something else and I tried to use this time to take advantage of my father. He was much more cautious than me. He would always give in and let me have my fun for a moment before telling me I had to stop and be a good girl. This only made me want to touch him more, however. Mom almost walked in on us a couple of times while I was doing something inappropriate so I tried to behave. But it wasn't easy.

I had such a strong desire to please my father so I had the urge to learn more ways to do so. There were a couple of times I tried giving him head. Emphasis on the word "tried". I would start stroking him but every time I got close to putting it in my mouth, I would end up just kissing it and then letting him fuck me in fear of messing it up.

This was my new objective. Learning how to give my dad head. The best head he ever had. And who better to teach me than girl who sucked more cock than I can count.

“Hey Ashley I need your help with something," I texted.

"Hey, bish. Anything for you. What's up?"

"Okay, you can't tell anyone about this okay promise?"

"Oh, I can already tell it's going to be something dirty."

"Oh shut up and just promise please."

"Okay okay fine I promise."

"Pinky promise!"

"I already said I promise."

"Pinky promise!"

"Okay okay, pinky promise."

"Okay, in trusting you. So... I was wondering... If you could teach me... How to give a BJ."

"O-M-G! Are you fucking serious? Who's the guy?!"

"It doesn't matter."

"It's kinda all that matters right now. Is it someone I know?"

"Shush! I said it doesn't matter!"

"Cody Stevens isn't it?"

"Ew no! He is such a fuckboy! I would never!"

"Okay, then who???"

"I said it doesn't matter! Now, are you going to help me or not?"

"Fine... But you know I'm going to find out eventually…"

"Whatever, just stay on task."

"Okay, well come over. My parents aren't home."

"OMW."

Later…

I got to Ashley's house and she eagerly answered the door holding up a carrot.

"Umm... What's that for?"

"What do you think?" Ashley responded waving the carrot in the air.

"Snack?"

"Wow you are new aren't you?"

"New to what? Vegetables?"

"Oh. My. God! For your lesson, silly."

"It's a little small isn't it?" I said as I tried to compare the orange vegetable to my dad in my head.

Ashley's eyes went wide. "Your guy is bigger than this?"

"Uhh yeah…" I said feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Oh my God girl! You need to tell me who this is please."

"I already said no so just drop it."

"Okay well let's head back to the kitchen."

Ashley pulled me in the house and then started rummaging through the fridge.

"How about this?" Ashley said is she eagerly held up a cucumber.

"Yeah that works I guess. I figured you of all people would just have a dildo or something."

"Yeah course I do but... I figured you would prefer something that hasn't been inside me. And that's edible!"

"Good point," I said with a giggle.

Ashley led me up to her room and grabbed her laptop to put on some porn. We started with the basics, sucking, licking, and stroking. Ashley explained to me how to deepthroat but as much as I tried I just couldn't prevent myself from gagging. Even the pornstars look like they were gagging when they did it. Ashley, on the other hand, took down the cucumber like it was nothing.

Maybe she has a future in porn. She definitely has the skills.

I kept going until my jaw was sore and I couldn't do anymore. Ashley said I was a natural though.

"Your dad is going to love this," Ashley said.

I was lying on her bed daydreaming and I didn't fully understand the specifics of her comment.

"Yeah, I hope so…"

Ashley just started staring at me but I was still oblivious.

"What?" I asked.

"I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"You and your dad!" Ashley said beaming with excitement.

"Wait what? What are you talking about?" I replied nervously.

"I just said your dad is going to love this and you responded with I hope so. You can't deny it! Look you or even blushing!"

"I don't know what you were talking about!" I responded as I covered my face with embarrassment.

"Linds there's no point in lying. I already figured it out so you might as well just come clean."

"Ashley, it's my dad. You are just being crazy!"

"Ashley just sat there staring at me giving me that look. Kind of like an ‘are you serious’ look with an eyebrow raised knowing I would give in eventually.

I knew there was no point in even trying to cover it up anymore. Ashley was relentless and when there was something she wanted to know, she would go to no ends to find out.

"It's fucked up, isn't it?" I said as I hung my head.

"Yeah it is, but it's also kind of hot," Ashley said as she slid over beside me and wrapped an arm around me.

I looked over at her and chuckled. Ashley always did have a way of making you relax.

"So tell me everything!" Ashley demanded.

After sharing the story...

"That's pretty wild. Lindsay."

"Yeah, I know."

"What if you get pregnant?"

"I don't know... I haven't thought that far ahead... For now, though I'm playing it safe. I just started taking the pill."

"Well, that's good at least. This doesn't sound like just fucking though. It sounds like something much more intense."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you guys didn't have sex. You made love. I think you got feels for your dad."

I thought for a moment and reflected on the story I just told her.

I think she is right. I'm in trouble

"Plus side is you know if your parents ever split up you don't have to worry about having some evil stepmother. You get to be your own evil stepmother," Ashley said with a chuckle.

"Oh shush," I said glaring at her. I knew she was just trying to lighten the mood but the thought of the weird concept messed with me more.

Later...

When I got home, I had so much on my mind. So many new questions that I had. So many new concerns. The fantasy and the reality of what dad and I were doing finally hit me. This was not going to be as simple as I thought.

Mom was at the gym tonight and that meant a bit of alone time with dad until she got back. We both looked forward to these moments because it was the only alone time we got. And the only safe time for him to fuck the hell out of me.

I put on some black booty shorts and a pink bra and headed downstairs to wait for dad. I was more than anxious to show him the new skills that I had learned.

My excitement turned to dread when the front door unexpectedly flung open and in came my mother.

"Lindsay! What are you wearing?? Your dad is going to be home soon," she shouted.

Shit shit shit!

"Well hello to you too," I said as trying to hide my nervousness. I tried to cover up my fear of being caught with attitude. It's usually the easiest transition. "I don't think Dad will mind what I'm wearing."

In fact, he probably would prefer if I was wearing a little less…

"Well, I mind. Your brother is going to be home next weekend and you can't be dressing like this anymore."

"I don't think Dylan's going to mind either, mom. He has probably seen so many tits in college that they don't even affect him anymore."

He has seen mine already too. Stupid perv...

All I could think was what if she had shown up after dad had gotten home. She would have caught us for sure and then what? Our lives could have been ruined.

"Just please cover up a little bit more, Lindsey. For me?" she said with a fake smile.

"Fine!" I said as I rolled her eyes.

I was about to head to my room when mom called for me again.

"Oh, Lindsay hold up on second."

"What?" I replied with a glare.

"So... I started seeing a therapist and…" she started saying.

A therapist??? Does she already suspect something?

"Wait! You're seeing a shrink?"

"... Yes, to help me through a couple of things."

"Is everything okay?" I responded sympathetically.

Is she depressed? I thought to myself. My mother and I didn't get along very well but I still cared for her. Concern overcame me.

"Yes, everything's fine. I've just been so busy lately. It's nice to have someplace to vent."

"Oh... Okay."

Well, that good. But should I believe her?

"Anyway, she said that she would like to talk to you too."

What the fuck?!? Why me??

"Talk to me? About what? Have you been talking about me to your shrink?" I asked angrily.

"No... Well yes, but nothing bad I promise. I'm not really sure why she wants to talk to you."

Yeah right...

"Okay... Weird…when?"

If I say no she is just going to keep nagging…. Might as well just do it. It would also be good to find out what mom has been saying about me.

"Good question," she said as she pulled out her phone.

"Tomorrow after school?"

"Yeah okay fine whatever," I replied before heading upstairs.

I flopped on my bed with very mixed emotions. I was upset that my time with dad was ruined, but I was also worried that mom might already know something. I had also never considered the impact that this might have on her. I wanted my dad but j didn't want to hurt mom.

I decided to text Ashley to take my mind off things.

"Hey bish"

"Hey, done already? That was fast. You must have been really good," Ashley replied with a wink emoji.

"It didn't happen. Mom got home early," I replied with a sad face emoji.

"Oh, that sucks... At least she didn't catch you in the act LOL."

"Yeah, but she did catch me on the couch wearing just booty shorts and no bra.

"So? I run around the house half-naked all the time."

"Yeah well... My mom hates when I dress like this. She told me to go put a shirt on."

"Oh really? Just a shirt? LOL"

"Yeah, why?"

"Go put on that crop top I picked out for you the other day!! No bra!!"

"OMG you are so bad"

"Fight the power haha. Just do it! It's what your mom asked for after all. And I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind LOL."

"Haha okay."

I took off my bra put the shirt on. I didn't realize just how short it was. Serious underboob. I sent Ashley a picture just to shut her up. I was planning on changing to something more appropriate but then I heard the front door open. Dad was home! Without even thinking, I ran downstairs to give him a hug.

"Daddy!!" I squealed

He was still at the front door just setting down his briefcase when I ran up and sprung on him. Dad caught me and I wrap my arms and legs around him and gave him a big kiss. I was about to French kiss him but he stopped me and shook his head.

"Your mom's home. Be good," Dad whispered.

"Okay," I said as I got down.

"You look beautiful today," Dad said with a large grin on his face.

Oh shit, I didn't change. Oh well, too late now. Might as well embrace it.

"Thanks, Daddy," I said flashing a cute grin before lifting my arms above my head and doing a sexy spin.

Dad took off his suit jacket and tie then rested them on the loveseat before heading over to the couch, plopping down and turning on the TV. I followed him and snuggled up beside him. He wrapped an arm around me and gently ran his finger along the bare underside of my breast.

"Did your mom say anything about your shirt?" My dad whispered.

I'm sure she would if she knew I was wearing it.

"Nope," I said with a smirk. "You like it?"

"Love it, but I don't think your mother will," he giggled

"Well she hasn't said anything yet.

"Yet…" My dad said before he reached his hand under my shirt and gave my left boob a little squeeze.

Dad jumped suddenly and quickly moved his hand to my side. I looked over to see what happened and say mom bending over his shoulder.

Fuck... Our enjoyment spoiled again.

"So, Lindsay?"

"Yeah?" I replied avoiding making any eye contact.

"I could pick you up after school and we can go shopping after the thing tomorrow. What do you think?" I asked enthusiastically.

Shopping? When was the last time you ever I'm going to take you shopping?? Pfft

"Shopping for what?" she replied with the same attitude as always.

Cute selfish reasoning in three... two... one…

"Some clothes. I think I need to update my wardrobe."

And there it is...

"You always look beautiful, honey," Dad said.

Pretty old haha! I crack myself up

"Well I was thinking about getting something special for you too," mom said with a failed attempt at a sexy wink.

You can't compete with this woman! He's mine! I thought as I shot her an evil look.

"Come on, Lindsay! It'll be fun. You're more fashion-forward than I am and I could really use your help staying on-trend." mom said trying to sweet talk me into it.

Well duh… free clothes though…. I can't say no to free clothes… and I get to dress up my mother in whatever I want? This could be fun actually.

"Okay, Mom, yeah sure. I'm going to skank you out," I said giggling.

"What does that even mean?" mom said sounding very confused.

You'll see, I thought as I ignored the question and returned my attention to the boring sports highlights dad loves watching for whatever reason.

The next day…

My mom wanted to pick me up at school but there was no way that was happening. How embarrassing would that be? I got her to pick me up at the 7-Eleven down the street where I can stay low-key.

"Hey," I said as I got into the car.

"Hi, how was your day?" my mother responded trying to make chit chat.

"Long," I responded, giving as little detail as possible so I could avoid the chit chat. The rest of the drive was quiet, just the way I like it.

We arrived at the therapist's office and mom sent me in on my own. That was kinda lame but whatever. When I got inside, I checked in with the receptionist. She told me Dr. Nolan was waiting for me and I should head right in.

"Hello?" I said as I slowly entered the office. There's was a woman sitting in the chair right in front of the door.

"Hello, please come in. You must be Lindsey?"

"Oh yeah, hi. Where should I sit?" I asked as I curiously looked around the office. Pictures of city skylines lined the walls. I tried to figure out which city it was. Somewhere obvious that I've been to but I couldn't remember.

"Just have a seat on the couch please," the therapist said as she came over to greet me. She reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Dr. Nolan."

She seems nice and really pretty. Probably just a few years younger than mom is. I couldn't help but get the feeling that she was checking me out. I sauntered over to the couch and took a seat.

"So, how are you today, Lindsey?" The therapist asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine?" She asked.

It sort of went on like this for a bit. She asked intrusive questions and I would give simplistic answers. I really just wanted to get this over with. I had no idea why I needed to be here in the first place. I assumed it was possibly just my mom either digging for information or just trying to "fix" me… The therapist then started addressing my aversions.

"Why are you so afraid to open up?"

"Uh well because I don't know you… and this is probably some trick my mother is using to dig for info," I snapped.

"Your mother has nothing to do with this and everything we discuss is entirely confidential. I couldn't tell anyone anything you say even if I wanted to."

"For real? Even the police?" I asked curiously.

"For real! Even the police," she replied without sounding patronizing.

"What if I robbed a bank?"

"Nope."

"What if I was fucking a much older man?"

"Still nope," she replied as she took some notes.

"Ok… what if I murdered someone?"

"Nope, can't tell anyone even for that. In Fact, the only time I can share anything you tell me with authorities is if I think you are a danger to yourself or another."

"Wild!" I replied as I tried to comprehend.

"So how long have you been having sex with an older man?" the therapist asked.

"What? I was just using that as an example," I replied a little flustered by the question.

"Sure you were. You know that game two truths and a lie?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm really good at that game. I already know that was a truth. So let's talk about it."

This sounds like a trap.

"You must not be that good at it because you guessed wrong," I replied trying to deflect.

"Are you sure? You seem a little flustered,"

"What? I'm not! And yes I'm sure."

"Have you thought about older men before?"

"I don't know, kind of."

"What about your dad?"

"What? No of course not!"

"You're blushing."

"Wait what? No, I'm not!"

"So how long have you been thinking about your dad?"

"I haven't, okay!" I replied starting to get frustrated.

"Did you think about him long before you slept together?"

"What? I don't know? Wait! I mean no! I mean we didn't! And I never!"

Did she just use a Jedi mind trick on me?

"Ah, I see. So you both have already slept together."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I tried to cover my face that was going beet red.

"It's okay, Lindsey. I think it's perfectly normal and natural. And don't forget: whatever we talk about in this room stays in this room, so there's no need to be shy," Dr. Nolan said sounding very convincing and comforting.

I remain silent when my face still covered.

"So how long has this been going on for?"

"Two weeks…" I said mumbling into my hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that, Lindsay, can you please repeat it?"

I took a deep breath and then lowered my hands. I looked up at her somehow feeling a little more comfortable about the situation. Her voice has been very relaxed yet encouraging and calmed me down. "Two weeks…"

"Oh, wonderful. And how has that been?"

Wonderful? That's not exactly the response I was expecting.

"Amazing... Aside from all the sneaking around in the fear of mom catching us."

"You know. Just between you and me, I think your mom might actually be cool with it."

"Really? You don't know my mom too well then," I replied with a chuckle.

"I know her better than you might think. I think if you took the chance to try and get along with her, it might make things easier for both of you. Especially if she ever does find out about you and your father."

"Oh, so that's the game here!" I replied upset, realizing this was all just a ploy to get us to make up.

"No game. After talking with your mom, I had some assumptions. I wanted to meet you mostly out of my own curiosity. I really do think it's cool… but it’s also kind of hot. But let's keep that one between us please," Dr. Nolan said with a chuckle.

"You think it's cool… hot?... Why?.." I replied more confused than ever.

"I used to have a crush on my dad. Nothing ever happened though."

So I'm not the only one that’s felt like this?

"Why not?" I asked curiously. It felt nice having someone to relate with.

"It just didn't work out that way. Do you love your father? Like romantic love?"

"I'm not sure… maybe…"

"You think he's in love with you?"

"I don't know. He still just treats me like his little girl."

"A little girl that he has sex with," Dr. Nolan said with a smirk.

"Yeah…"

"Have you ever considered trying to present yourself as more of a woman to him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe try wearing something more... Adult... For him? So he doesn't just see you as a little girl."

"What, like lingerie?" I asked.

"Sure. That would be a good start. Do you have anything kind of sexy and lacy? Black perhaps?"

"Lacy? No, not really. Why? you think that he would like that?"

"I'm not sure what he would like really. I don't know him. But I know someone who would know," Dr. Nolan said with a wink.

"Who?" I asked, completely oblivious.

"Your mom."

Is this woman crazy!?!?

"You want me to ask my mom what kind of lingerie my dad would like?"

"You seem like a smart girl. I'm sure you can figure it out. She's taking you shopping soon isn't she?"

"Yeah, we are going shopping after this."

"Well... There's your opportunity," she said sounding very encouraging.

"Hmm... Maybe."

"Well, that's all the time we have for today. Would you like to meet me again?"

"Yeah. I guess so," I replied completely lost in thought while I tried to figure out how to get the info out of my mom.

"Okay. I'll book an appointment with your mom. Have fun today okay, Lindsay?"

"Okay," I said as I walked out of the office. I actually felt better for some reason. None of my questions were answered but I guess something worked because my worry was gone. For now at least.

*

"So how did it go?" Mom asked as I got back in the car.

"Good actually," I replied still trying figure out how to ask my mom about the lingerie.

At the mall...

Mom and I went to a few stores. I got a couple of cute outfits but mom kept picking the drabbest stuff ever. I had to pretty much put back everything she picked and replace it with something more on-trend. She was hesitant but went with my suggestions. I almost had to drag her into the PINK store. It was time to step things up a notch.

I found the pair of some super hot shorts and held them up on her.

"Hey, mom, try these on! These would look great on you," I said enthusiastically.

"They're so small," she replied as she held them up with a very concerned face.

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