A Series of TabooChapter 28 Paying Their Dues
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The next morning Janey bounced into the kitchen, full of energy and noise. She was greeted by the sullen expressions of two horny adults who knew they weren't going to be getting satisfaction for another 5 long nights. It didn't deter her or dampen her obvious energy in the slightest. She was wearing, if you could call it that, one of the wispiest, sheerest short nightgowns I had ever seen her wear, and nothing else. A blind man could have seen her she was so exposed.
It didn't do anything to relieve my hard-on. It did even less when she came over and sat on my lap, directly on my stiff cock. She wiggled around until the tip slipped out of my pajama bottoms and up between her firm thighs.
"Good Morning, Dad. Sleep well?" she chirped.
I eyed her suspiciously. Just as I thought, she was grinning impishly. I grunted and focused on not raping her right there on the granola and yogurt.
"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble. Really, I am. Is there anything I can do to make it better?" she asked seductively.
She wiggled her firm ass suggestively on my cock. It slipped a little further between her thighs. Her seductive and sexy actions belied the innocent expression on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having on me.
"It's all right, Honey. I'll survive. But," I lifted her up and off my lap, "this definitely isn't going to help me survive."
"I know. I just couldn't help it. I borrowed one of Mom's sexy things to tease you," she said.
She posed obscenely for me.
"Don't you think Mom would look hot in this, Dad? Huh? How about like this?"
She bent over facing away from me. "Or maybe like this?"
She cleared the dishes from in front of me and hopped up on the table. She spread her legs wide, dipped a finger in the butter and slicked up her cunt lips.
"Oooh, I bet it would go in so smoooooth."
In desperation I stood up and went to the refrigerator. There, I got a pitcher of ice water and calmly poured half of it over her head. She sat on the table stunned, sputtering. The thin material of her gown clung like a second skin to her near naked body, giving me serious second thoughts about the wisdom of my actions. I don't recall ever seeing anything so God Damned sexy as she looked right then.
The second half of the pitcher I poured down the front of my pajama bottoms. It was the best relief I could imagine, and for the first time I could remember since I had seen them in their short T-shirts and tight shorts the morning before, I was not achingly erect.
"Go get dressed, Janey, you'll catch cold running around all wet like that," I said, sighing in relief.
She glared at me then burst out laughing. "I was just trying to make it even. Mom's taking it worse than you are!"
I looked over at Sally, surprised. Then I noticed the red eyes and the puffy lids, signs of a sleepless night. She gave me a wan smile.
She nodded at the pitcher of ice water. "Nice move. I wondered how you'd get out of it. She was determined to break you. For my sake, even if it meant having sex with you. Though I don't think the little scamp would have particularly minded doing it, at that. I'll have to remember that trick with the water. Messy, though." She nodded her head towards the corner. "Mop's in there."
I looked over to Janey. "No fair taking sides, kid. This is between your Mom and me, OK?"
"OK. Sorry." She dripped her way out of the kitchen.
I turned back to the corner, headed for the mop and bucket.
"Sally, did she mean, 'Sorry, ' as in Mom, I'm sorry it didn't work, or as in Larry, I'm sorry I teased you?" I asked her.
"Hell if I know. But if you hadn't dumped water on her, I was about ready to jump her bones," said the girl's mother.
"Sally!" I said, stunned.
"Hey, if it feels good..." she offered lamely.
"No cheating. Agreed?" I restated.
Her agreement was a long time coming. But she gave her word very reluctantly.
The week passed. And passed. And passed again. It seemed to have gone by several times over. And then it was the next day. Friday lasted a week. Saturday felt like it lasted two weeks. Saturday night we couldn't even be in the same room, none of the three of us. Fortunately, it was a big house. I slept on the couch, until Sally came out and said it was worse being miserable alone than being miserable together. We agreed not to hold any grumpiness against each other, given the circumstances. However, I knew my limits. I wouldn't go in to the bedroom. She slept with me on the couch. That was worse as if forced us into close contact with each other.
Sunday I had several calls to make to arrange for the visit of Amud and his wife. We spent a leisurely time on the telephone, and by the time we were finished, the evening had been arranged. I hoped Sally would be pleased. I also made several calls to arrange the next "Family Day." I wasn't sure Sally would like the next special day's events. But it had to be done and it wouldn't kill her.
Monday I got up early, took an icy cold shower, and went to my office down the hall. There I closed the door and got to work. At ten o'clock the door to the office slammed open. Sally stood there gesticulating, clearly exasperated. It was almost comical. Her mouth was moving, but she said nothing. Not a word. At eleven, it was the same. At twelve thirty she burst in.
"What in the Hell did you give that girl to read? I am going crazy," she shouted at me.
A distinct giggle came from Janey's room.
"What's she reading, one of your filthy books?" she asked me accusingly.
I thought back to the books in the box. Ooops. "Actually, it's one of your dirty books. I gave her your copy of 'The Story of O' that I found in the library stuck behind the encyclopedias," I told her.
"Oh, great! Just fucking great! Well, young lady," she yelled down the hallway, "it doesn't take that long to read the damn book!"
"I'm memorizing the good parts. There are a lot of them, ya' know," came the laughing reply from the closed room.
"Well, keep both hands on the book, damn it. You're driving me crazy!" shouted her mother
A musical tinkling came back at her. "Sooorrrry."
The office door slammed shut. I wondered how the house stayed intact with the amount of slamming and banging I heard for the rest of the afternoon. Dinner was two slices of bread and a piece of cheese. And ice water. I considered soaking my dick in it.
That night we both went to bed and slept as far apart as possible. The seconds ticked by an hour apart.
BRRAALLLATTTT!
I had apparently dozed off. My alarm went off at 11:59. One minute to Tuesday. I had set it to the Atomic Clock in Boulder, CO. I was taking no chances on cheating.
RRRRRIIIIINNNGGG!
Her alarm went off seconds later.
We lay there, letting the last 30 seconds of Hell end.
"NOW, Damn it. Fuck me, Larry. Please?" she pleaded.
I rolled over on top of her nude body. My iron hard prick rested between her thighs riding up onto her stomach. This was not going to be a finesse fuck. Neither of us had the need - or the patience - for that. This was going to be a race to the finish, two, three strokes tops. I cocked my hips, moving the throbbing head of my cock to nudge against her swollen cunt. I was all set to go, but first, I wanted to extract a simple promise...
"Sal, give me your word we'll never do this again," referring to the enforced celibacy. I pressed forward so that the tip split her lips open just slightly.
"Lar, give me your fucking cock, or we'll never do this again." She emphasized her words with thrusts of her hips, trying to force more of my cock into her.
Leaning heavily on my elbows, I placed my hands on her chest and pressed her down onto the mattress. As she couldn't slide any lower without ripping her tits off her chest, she was foiled in her attempts to impale herself on me. But I did move to allow the whole of my cock head to slip inside her. The hot, tight lips of her pussy closed around the corona. I swear it was trying to suck me in. I tried again.
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