As soon as Amy and I and my father got up to Clear Lake that Friday night following my 'confession' to her (and my Tuesday initiation at thePink Flamingo), she and I ran giggling into the bedroom we were to share. First things first, I helped her insert one of the contraceptive sponges she'd brought along.
We re-read the instructions, made certain to wet the sponge, and then Amy laid back on the bed with her skinny legs spread wide. With her fingers, she parted the lips of her slick little pussy for me to see, the pinkness within her hairless cunt glistening with wetness.
“See? I'm already all excited.”
“You're always all excited.”
And I wasn't all that surprised at how easily I pushed the thing up into her tight pink cunt with my middle finger. Regardless of her denials, I knew her 12-year-old brother, Paul, had been there already. Mostly.
“That should do it,” I said. “I hope it stays in there.”
She gave me a look.
“I'll bet your father's big cock will keep it in place.”
“Right.”
Then, quickly, we changed into the school uniforms from St. Katherine's we'd secretly brought along.
“This'll get him crazy,” I promised. “I know it.”
Amy, sitting naked on the edge of the bed pulling on her uniform knee socks, said, “Your dad never said anything dirty or sexy on the drive up. God, what ifdoesn'twant to have sex with me, after all? Maybe I'm too young…”
I gave her a look.
“He's being shy because he's never talked about sex to you before,” I told her. “Believe me, you'll be getting all the dirty fun you can handle!”
“I hope so,” she laughed then. “My pussy really needs attention.”
A few moments later, we pranced proudly out into the living room, both wearing the uniforms we'd hated the entire last semester: crisp white blouse, pleated knee-length dark burgundy skirt, matching burgundy knee socks and simple black patent leather shoes with the little strap going across the top.
As added incentive, knowing my father was keen on the hot young schoolgirl look, as are most older men (the perverted bastards-just kidding), we earlier shortened our skirts to well above mid-thigh so the slightest jumping about would show our panties. In addition, each of us added a Band-Aid to one knee.
“Holy shit!” my dad laughed, turning from the refrigerator where he was putting away the groceries we'd picked up on the way. “You two-”
We modeled for him then, parading back and forth, a private show of two skinny blond girls looking so young it was actually criminal, bare knees and slender bare legs flashing, pert little asses and breasts that, although small, were clearly unrestrained by any undergarments.
“Where are your bras?” he asked. “I can see your nipples.”
Amy laughed at that, actually cupping her almost nonexistent breasts for him through her white blouse.
“I'm too young to wear one, but Kim's bra is in there on the bed,” she said. “With our panties.”
And with a quick shared look, Amy and I both turned around, bent over, thrust out our butts at my father and flipped up our short pleated skirts to give him a really good look at our bare perfect asses.
“Girls!” he laughed. “We haven't even had dinner yet!”
“Daddy!” I said, walking right up to him. “I told you last night when you called: Amy's dying for you to fuck her!”