They were in remarkably good shape and I grabbed two tops and climbed up to my room returning huffing and puffing as I came back down. “What do you think?” I asked.
He looked at me for a minute enjoying my heaving chest. “They look better on you than they did on your mother,” he sighed.
I grabbed another shirt and headed up the stairs but he stopped me.
“Honey, we’re family. Lighten up and try them on down here so you don’t have to kill yourself going up to the loft.”
I nodded without much thought. I slowly pulled my top off and stood before him in tight jeans and my old white bra. I turned my back to him but after trying on a few sweaters, I stopped being shy.
He handed me a lace black bra. I looked at the size and at 36dd, it seemed a bit small. I turned away from him and took off my old and stretched bra and quickly replaced it with the black one. Turning back, he whistled long and slow. “You are such a beautiful woman,” he exclaimed softly.
I saw the bulge in his pants and got nervous. We shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t see me like this. It just isn’t right. I covered up with my hands as I realized that the bra was mostly see-through! My aureoles and my nipples showed clearly through! Gently, he pulled my hands down.
“Don’t be ashamed. You have a beautiful body and you are a lovely woman.”
“But you are my father … ” my voice drifted off and I looked down. I was confused. I wanted his attention, don’t all daughters want their daddy’s attention? But society told me it was wrong.
I let my hands down and he gave me a silky black dress. There was not much to it.
“Can you wear this for dinner tonight?” he asked softly, his eyes cascading down my voluptuous form.
I nodded and continued to go through the box. He got quite an eyeful as I leaned over the boxes and my tits practically fell out. I found more shirts, skirts and tops and even mom’s favorite black heels and her old teddy’s were stacked at the bottom. I found her bikinis and even some jewelry in a small box at the bottom. I looked up and Pa had left and gone to the bathroom. I went by the door and could hear him. I knew what he was doing. I could hear the rhythm of his hand on his cock and his soft and stifled moans. I had done this to him and it felt exciting. I could feel warmth between my legs as I listened carefully at the door. With a smile, I grabbed the clothes and put them back in the boxes and made the trips to my loft bedroom.
I carefully examined all the clothes. We couldn’t afford much and mom’s old clothes would have to do. Most were barely worn. It seemed like only a few minutes as I examined each article but I could smell the steak cooking downstairs as I came back to the little black dress. Holding it up to myself, the hem would go only a few inches below my crotch! How did mom wear this? It was more like a teddy than a dress you would wear out. Pa called up the stairs for me to hurry up as dinner was ready. Without much more thought, I dressed quickly. As I came down those steep loft stairs, he must have gotten an incredible sight. I didn’t have any black panties so I wore none and held the dress close to my thighs as I shyly stepped down the steps. The 5 inch heels fit perfectly as I carefully made each step count. The black bra remained upstairs on my bed as the straps would have shown around the the thin straps of the dress. Ahh, that dress. Spaghetti straps that led to a low scoop neck showing my full breasts’ cleavage. It was tight across them and lifted me slightly. The material showed every bump on my aureoles. It was tight at my waist and hugged my hips, ass and thighs. That dress made me feel more like a woman, a voluptuous and beautiful woman than any other outfit I ever owned. That night in that dress and the look of desire and hunger on my father’s face made me instantly blossom.
His erection bulged in his baggy pants. Seeing that made me feel sexy and very feminine. The table was set with our best china and candles were burning all over the dining room. He poured me generous glasses of wine and we ate dinner mostly in silence … just enjoying the beauty of each other. He had a nice tie on and a clean shirt. I cleaned the dishes in that little black dress. My hair was up in a bun on top of my head and I could feel his eyes watch my ass as it shook as I scrubbed the pans clean. I giggled slightly as I exaggerated my movements. Turning to see him, I’d gotten the dress wet and I could see a small stain on his jeans from precum. My hard nipples pressed through the wet dress and his eyes were glued to them. He licked his lips without thinking.
Light snow kept falling outside and the moon rose big and full giving the pond a sweet and innocent look through the light snow. Pa suggested the sauna. I put on my mother’s bikini and it fit on the hips but not in the bust. I was gratified to realize that I had a bigger bust than she did. I wrapped myself in an over sized towel prepared for the cold of outside. Pa had the heat up already and we hustled out and down to the sauna by the pond.
Once inside, he looked at me as I dropped the towel and his cock thickened down his swimsuit and I could feel my nipples harden and poke through the flimsy material of the bikini. We lay on the boards in our swimsuits. He was on the cooler bunk on the lower level and I had taken the higher one. He poured water on the rocks of the wood stove. Steam poured up and invaded my pours. I felt the heat seep into my body slowly but insistently. My breasts, the favorite part of my body were jutting out and would be tantalizing to any male. I was fast becoming proud of them and the glasses of wine consumed earlier were having their effect.
“Honey, isn’t that bathing suit top constricting?” he asked simply enough.
“Yes, Pa, it is but … I don’t know. Should I take it off?” I asked knowing the answer.
He smiled. “Sweetie, the idea is to get hot and then jump into the snow or the lake and then come back. Certainly that bikini top would be in the way. I know that my shorts are in the way.”
With that, he stood and dropped his shorts. I had never seen a man’s equipment before. I was shocked at how thick and long as his cock was. I wondered if it could fit in a woman’s vagina. His size made a difference in my life. As he stood there, it hung down at an angle at about 8 or 9 inches and thick but not yet full. I felt my heart beat faster and my pussy gush a little. As much as my body wanted it, my mind was telling me this was not appropriate.
“Pa, are you sure we should be doing this?”
He nodded. “No harm darlin’, we’re both adults, now. Why the hesitation? Let me say this to you my very pretty daughter. I would never hurt you but if you want, I will teach you the ways of making love that will last a lifetime. If and when you have questions, I will be there for you and teach you all that you need to know. Let’s start with something simple to see if this makes sense for you.”
“What Pa?”
“I see you looking at my cock. Have you seen one before?”
I shook my head.
“Don’t be afraid to look. It’s ok.”
There it was. A thick tube of meat hanging between his legs and the more I looked the more it rose up to greet me. I slowly took off my top. The sauna was hot and I was sweating from every pore of my body. My pussy was gushing. My breasts became free and I rubbed them and stroked them to release them from the irritation of that too tight bikini top. His cock was now fully extended. The veins were gnarled and curled around the length of it. The head was thick and like a plum. Fascinated, I wanted to get closer and touch it. I wondered if that was alright.
My thoughts returned to the present day. I sat next to Pa in the hot tub with my mind remembering that first encounter. My mother had done nothing to prepare me for any man let alone a man the size of Pa. I knew at that moment that I wanted to help my girls out much more than my mom had helped me. As I pulled on his length gripping the skin and pulling it hard, his cock rose up from the water. I worked my father’s cock and up and down in the hot tub and smiled at him and he smiled at me and his eyes returned to the generous breasts of a pregnant woman pushing the limits of her old bikini.
In my mind I remembered the kind and gentle man in the sauna. We were alone and I began to feel a sort of sexual freedom. I wanted him to see what I saw in the mirror every day. My hands released my breasts and they shook lightly while my long nipples extended. He had not expected them to be so large. My aureoles were the size of silver dollars and my nipples jutted out half an inch for him. I don’t know why but I felt a desire to please him. I had hoped that he liked me and yet he reserved judgment, coolly and calmly.
With a smile, he calmly offered his hand to touch them. By that time, I was begging for them to be held and sucked but he didn’t do it right away. He knew what he was doing. Slowly and with patience, his hands hefted their weight and his tongue snaked out and licked my nipples. I felt the warmth and the wetness. Tingles sent shock waves to my pussy which suddenly decided to gush again. He smiled. He knew! Yes, he was that good and kept on going.
“My sweet daughter,” he began, “I only wish to teach you the ways of men and women. The ways that have been taught to me. You see, your grandmother taught me how to please a woman and I only think it right that you learn how to please a man.”
I smiled demurely. “How do I please you Pa?”