It was a good thing our family had a big home, or we’d go insane in quarantine.
There were Mom and Dad, Nancy and Clancy (they were twins), Renee, and then me. I was the youngest at eighteen. If we didn’t have this big house, I’d think it would have started getting bad during quarantine.
We all had to find things to do. Things that let us stay out of each other’s hair. My twenty-year-old brother, Clancy, was spending his time rebuilding an old car in the garage, a project he’d been working on forever. If he finished, Dad said he could keep the car. He had all the parts, but I don’t think he was all that good at it. Mom was doing a lot of canning in her workshop. When she’s not doing that, she was sewing a lot. Nancy was helping her. They always enjoyed cooking and crafting together. Renee just spent her time around the pool. At nineteen, she was the middle child and often did what she wanted. The twins were all responsible and did stuff while I was the baby of the family. So Renee was just working on her tan, swimming, and looking at her phone.
I guessed she was the most normal of us.
Me, I had always been a daddy’s girl, so I was hanging out in his office with him. I had set up my own desk and computer to do things in there and just be around him. He didn’t seem to mind.
“So long as you’re quiet, Linda, when I’m doing a meeting, you can stay,” he had said.
I just enjoyed the time with him. He was such a handsome man. I would sit at my computer and stare at him when I wasn’t writing. He was tall and had black hair, the opposite of my blonde mom. I was the only kid in the family to also have black hair. Maybe that was why I felt so close to daddy. He had these warm, brown eyes and a goatee that always made me giggle when he kissed me on the cheek.
As the weeks dragged on, and I was separated from school, things started to feel… weird. I started looking at Daddy in a new way. I read that many girls had crushes on their daddies and ended up dating guys like their father. But what guy could I meet that was like my dad when I was stuck in the house?
I would sit in his office watching him work in shorts and a t-shirt. For important video conferences, he would pull on a dress shirt he had hanging up on the wall and put on a tie, but he still had on the shorts.
I thought that was funny.
It must have been three weeks into the quarantine (and boy did the days start to blur together) when I was typing at my computer working on a story. I liked to write. They were dumb stuff. Things that I could never show anyone.
And sometimes they got a little naughty. Well, a lot naughty. Like the man and the girl would start kissing. It would be so hot and heavy and make me all tingly. And then they would start groping. I would be writing my story with Daddy oblivious to just how steamy it was getting.
“And then he put his penis in her and started pumping away,” I typed, my cheeks on fire, my pussy clenching. I rubbed my thighs together, glancing over at Daddy. “And she moaned out, ‘Oh, Daddy!’ as he thrust his penis in and out of her nethers. And it felt so good to say that. It made her feel all tingly to pretend her older boyfriend was–“
A knock at the door made me jump. My cheeks burned. My pussy was getting all juicy and wet. I was still too embarrassed to type that word. Pussy. It was such a naughty word. I looked at the door in time to see Mom opening it.
She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of shorts, her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders. She was such a beautiful woman. She had big breasts that my sisters and I were inheriting. I mean, I was the youngest of the family and still had tits as big as my older sisters. Mom had this weird look on her face. She sauntered over to daddy.
“You busy, Michael,” she asked. There was something… coquettish about her. I had never seen her like this before. She felt… young and playful. She hardly glanced at me on the other side of the room squirming.
My story had just been getting to the good part. This development of Lisa calling her older boyfriend Mitch “daddy” during their sexy times was a startling one. It needed to be explored. I was all wet and juicy. It wouldn’t be long before I would take a “break” and go to my room to think about these sexy things more.
I would hump against my body pillow, pretending it was Mitch or Matthew or Mark or Mike. Whichever hero I had in my story. I would grind against the pillow. This daddy development would be such fun. I could moan it out. See how it felt.
Then write about it better.
Mom reached Dad and rubbed at his shoulders. I frowned as she leaned over. She wore a pair of shorts that fit her rump rather snugly. There was something… sexual about her position as she whispered something in his ear.
“What, really?” Dad said, sounding shocked. “Now?”
Mom purred something, her voice sounding throaty. She wiggled her hips as she did. It was like she was getting itchy for sexy times. That was weird. I mean, I knew my parents had sex, but it was something we heard at night when they would go to bed early.
Renee would always find an excuse not to go upstairs during those times. Her bedroom shared a wall with our parents. You could hear them in her room. She found it gross. We all did. Even the twins.
But now, with my thoughts of Lisa and her sexy times with Mitch, I was feeling so aroused. Mom massaged Dad’s shoulders. He groaned and then glanced at his computer. He stood up and glanced over at me.
I blushed and stared intently at my screen like there was something important on there.
“I’m glad you have time,” Mom said, her voice so throaty.
“Your mother, uh, needs some help with something,” he said as Mom led him out. She had this naughty smile on her face. I had never seen her look that way. She looked… gorgeous. Sensual. They were going to have sexy times.
My pussy clenched as I watched them leave. I bit my lip, my panties all wet. My pussy was feeling all itchy for my own sexy times. But I didn’t have anyone to share that with. I just had my stories and humping my body pillow.
I stood up and padded to his office door. I peered out into the hallway. The office was on the second floor. My room was next door then came the bathroom. Their room was at the far end. Renee’s was across the hallway with Nancy’s next to hers. Clancy had his room down in the basement. They’d built it for him when the twin started getting too old for a boy and a girl, even twins, to share the same room.
I wanted to hump my pillow. I darted into my room and grabbed my body pillow. I was about to start stripping naked and pretend that I was Lisa and was with my handsome and amazing boyfriend Mitch when something really wicked washed through me.
I should listen in on them.
I don’t know why that idea popped into my head. I licked my lips and glanced out the window. I spotted Renee sunning as usual. She was talking to Clancy. He must have been on a break. He wore a t-shirt that had grease stains on it. She laughed at something he said before he went back into the garage.