After the funeral, life for the four of us became more normal than ever before. Lonnie and I went back to school, nearing graduation, while Daddy resumed his job at the Network. Mai, the least affected of all of us, continued with her weekly show and gave most of her non-working time to ensure that our household functioned smoothly.
The most immediate benefit resulting from my mother's death was the change in my father. For the first time in many years, he was not burdened by the maintenance and care my mother demanded. And emotionally, he was free to seek the things that made him happy. Of course, he didn't have to look very far for the person that had the most positive effect on him.
In a matter of days, it seemed, the sorrow and guilt over Mother's death was overridden by an effervescence Lonnie and I hadn't seen before in our father. His relationship with Mai could now come out of the illicit shadows. They were able to be seen in public, and, occasionally, were even written up as an item in the gossip columns. Mai was talented and beautiful, and Daddy was dashing and eligible. The match was portrayed as made in heaven. Only Lonnie, Mai, and myself knew how large a part the devil played.
From what I could see, ridding the world of my mother was well worth it. I was not experiencing any guilt, nor did Lonnie appear to be experiencing any, either. If guilt could be measured by outward appearances, Mai, too, showed no signs of regretting her role in the fatal conspiracy. There were no drawbacks, only benefits. We all felt that there would never be any reason to inform Daddy. We could not be sure how he would react, nor did we want to take the chance of spoiling everything we had accomplished.
If there was any negative result at all, it was the fact that Lonnie and I were no longer able to enjoy a sexual life with Mai. She was now sleeping in Daddy's bed, and was obviously getting the sex she needed. I was truly happy for her, but I did miss the open, erotic relationship that we shared that fateful weekend while Daddy was away. Although Lonnie and I continued to take care of each other's basic needs, I was soon finding that it was not enough.
I needed much, much more. Having Mai and then losing her was a blow, that although I could handle, I would have strongly preferred not to. I was not jealous of Daddy and I really did understand, but emotionally and sexually I missed her. Some of the happy glow that had accompanied the death of my mother was too quickly gone. Of course, we were still able to talk and I did confide in her the emptiness I was experiencing, but this was only part of my need.
I guess that not having Mai as a sexual partner and the lack of progress I was making in getting Daddy to relieve me of my virginity were taking their toll on my usual sunny disposition. Although school took up a great deal of my time, it didn't go far enough in filling this void. It was true that I was attracted to some of my male classmates, but I didn't want to get involved with them until my sensitive virginity was a thing of the past. And until I could somehow enlist my father to take care of my need, I saw no end to my mounting frustration.
The fact that Lonnie didn't appear to miss his sexual encounters with Mai puzzled me at first. Although the frequency of our brother-sister masturbation sessions didn't decrease, they didn't have the same intensity that they had in the beginning. At least that was the case with Lonnie. My own intensity seemed to be the same, and the feelings that our little meetings generated were still wonderful. But for me, there was something missing. It was only when Lonnie told me that he had recently become sexually active with three different girls that I understood why his own head didn't seem totally into it.
Jealousy, again, was not a factor. It was just that the rest of my family and Mai were being sexually fulfilled, and I wasn't. And the most depressing thought of all was that if I didn't get Daddy to finish my sexual schooling and Lonnie became more involved with his women and less involved with me, I might be without any erotic stimulation at all.
The only solution that I could think of was to try again to impress upon Mai my growing frustration with my deteriorating sex life. I knew that she would understand, and I hoped that she could see how unhappy it was making me. Now that she had found a certain contentment with Daddy, I wondered if my desire for my father would no longer be acceptable to her. Mai didn't seem to be the jealous type, and before the death of my mother, she was very supportive of the idea. It was just possible that, as in the case of my mother, she would again come up with the solution that would lift my pressing problem from my shoulders.
It was over a month before Mai had a real chance to talk. Daddy and Lonnie had gone to a baseball game, leaving us alone. Mai was living at the house permanently now, but still retained her apartment in the city for convenience. We were dressed in our nightclothes as we sat across from each other at the breakfast table.
"Gee, Mai, it has been a long time since we have been alone," I stated.
"You're right, Lana, we haven't been able to have a good talk in some time. That doesn't change how much I love you. The last month or so has been quite hectic, and we just keep missing our connections," Mai offered sincerely.
"Oh, Mai, it must be tough, getting used to a whole new life and all. You don't need to explain anything to me. What you have done for Daddy makes everything worth it. And Lonnie and I will never forget how happy you made us. Just knowing that you…" I had to turn away so she wouldn't see the tears running down my face.
"Lana, sweetheart," Mai said, walking around to my side of the table and putting her arm around my shoulder, "You're not very happy, are you? I would hope that you would tell me if anything is bothering you. I truly care about you, Lana, and I want to see you happy. Please tell me what it is."
"It's not very important," I lied. I don't want you to start worrying about my problems.
"Oh, Lana, that's silly. I insist you tell me what is making you so sad," she said, turning my head until she was looking me in the eye.
"Okay," I finally answered, "but please don't think that it is so earth-shatteringly important."
"Why don't you let me decide what is important. Okay?" Mai asked.
The words poured from my mouth like a raging river. I told her everything, focusing on my desire to have my father make love to me. I also reminded her about the promise she had made to me concerning birth control.
"I haven't forgotten. Early next week, I have an appointment to see my gynecologist, and I made one for you at the same time. So if nothing else, we will, at least, have you prepared. Now, as far as your father is concerned, that is another problem entirely. I have subtly hinted that the sex education of his two offspring was being seriously neglected. Unfortunately, he said that he was much too embarrassed to broach such a subject. He stated that if it was necessary, he could handle a talk with Lonnie, but there would be no way he could discuss it with you. He doesn't yet realize that you are a sexual being. I guess you know how protective fathers are about their daughters, especially where sex is concerned," Mai explained.
Her explanation was like a slap in the face. I felt terribly rejected even though I had no right to be. The dream that I had fantasized about all these weeks was shattered. I found myself wondering if I would ever fully experience those wonderful feelings between my legs that had recently become such a major part of my life. All I could do was cry out my sorrow on Mai's sympathetic shoulder.
Thankfully, Mai did not agree that the situation was totally hopeless. She allowed me to continue my self-indulgent bawling for a few minutes before she shook free of my grasp and gave me a stern look.
"Okay, Lana, I've put up with you feeling sorry for yourself long enough. If you had allowed me to finish talking before you buried yourself behind your tears, you might have realized that I didn't think your quest was totally hopeless. If we both put our minds to it, we just might come up with a solution that might work. That is what we did in your mother's case. Let's not get suicidal about this thing until we have gone over all the possibilities. Okay?" she said, her voice again taking on a comforting tone.
"Oh, Mai, you're so good to me. Yes, let's see if there is something we can do. I don't seem to have any ideas. Do you have any?" I asked, feeling my mood become more positive for the first time in weeks.
"I think that if you were to hit your father right between the eyes with your unusual request, he would be likely to rebel against it, and possibly harbor ill feelings toward you for wanting him, and toward me for suggesting it. What we want to do is make him desire you without him realizing what is happening. In the beginning if he should respond, you probably won't notice any change, and there won't be any sexual overture from him. But if these little sex shows were to continue, it is quite possible that subconsciously he will build up a real compulsion to make love to you. Once this becomes the case, it should be easy to pick a time when he will have his guard down, and be free from the guilt of an incestuous encounter," Mai suggested, thinking through her idea out loud.
I hugged the blonde-haired beauty tightly, and kissed her lips with gratitude. She had hit on the perfect idea, and, even if it did not work, I could see that it would be fun trying. I had begun to believe that I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist, and to exhibit my sexuality to my father promised to be a real turn-on. I could hardly wait for him to return home so that I might begin the initial steps that just might lead to the living out of my fantasy.
While these thoughts were going through my mind, I realized that my lips were still locked together with Mai's. Her tongue had forced its way into my mouth, I could tell that her passion was building. Once I caught on to what was happening, I allowed myself to follow her erotic lead and meet her tongue with mine. It was only moments before we had our flimsy night clothes stripped from our bodies, and began pleasuring each other for the first time since the night Mother had died.
Mai and I made love for the next couple of hours. A new, bright day was dawning in my life. Not only had I resumed the loving relationship with my father's mistress, but, also, had a very visible plan to use in quest of my number-one fantasy.
Daddy and Lonnie returned later that afternoon. I could hardly wait to begin my subtle seduction. I greeted him at the door in a pair of super-tight, cut-off jeans and a flimsy halter top. He was quite taken aback when I hugged him tightly and covered his face with tiny kisses.
"Wow!" he said, breaking the embrace, obviously slightly embarrassed. "That is what I call a greeting. What do I deserve this wonderful attention and welcome for?"
"Just because I love you, Daddy. I'm afraid that since Mother died, I haven't had much of a chance to show you. From now on, I'm going to show you as often as I can," I said.
"With children like you two," Daddy stated, putting an arm around each of us and walking into the living room, "I feel like the luckiest man alive. I know that the last few years have been very difficult for you because of your mother's illness, but from now on, I promise you, I'm going to make up for every moment we didn't do the things that a family does together. How about it, gang? Are you with me?"
"We're with you all the way!" Lonnie and I squealed in unison.
The only thing I would have traded that moment for was to finally be in bed with Daddy.
The four of us had a marvelous dinner that night, complete with champagne. Mai told funny stories about some of the interviews she had done with famous people, and Daddy talked about the weird personalities he had dealt with during his years in show business. We all got a little drunk on the wine, and managed to have a terrific time.
It was quite evident to me that my brother had more on his mind than the happy conversation going on around the table. He couldn't keep his eyes off Mai or me. Being with my father all day had definitely put him in a mood to spend the night with a feminine companion. Since Daddy was very loving toward Mai, and probably couldn't wait to get between her legs, I was most likely going to be my brother's sexual target for the evening.
This proved correct when he and I cleared the table and brought the dishes into the kitchen. While my back was to him at the sink, he snuck up behind me and embraced me from behind. I immediately felt his hard cock press against my buttocks as he began kissing the back of my neck.
I had to admit that the prospect of having some kind of sex that night was very much on my mind. The time that Mai and I had spent together earlier seemed like no more than a warm-up for what my body was now demanding. Of course, it was not Lonnie who was my main sexual interest but Daddy. Although that was the case, I had no intention of rejecting my brother. I was realistic enough to understand that I was not going to reach my goal in one night. But, on the other hand, I didn't intend to fall asleep in a state of sexual excitement.
"Let's go to your room and fool around," Lonnie whispered in my ear.
"Why don't we hang around Mai and Daddy for a while? We can always go upstairs later," I answered.
"Oh, Lana," he moaned.
I wanted to moan, too, but I didn't want to spur him on. He was already using one hand on my breasts, while his other hand was seeking out the source of heat between my legs. My nipples were hard and tingly. I could also feel my crotch start to moisten and become more sensitive to his persistent touch. With more control than I thought I possessed, I shook off his hands, giving him a sexy smile. And just so he wouldn't forget that I had plans for him later, I squeezed the obvious cock-bulge that showed through his jeans. Once again, he moaned.
When I returned to the dining room, I knew that I was displaying the signs of my sexual arousal. My skin was flushed and my nipples protruded from the light material of the halter top. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, but I knew that if I returned his gaze, he would probably turn away in embarrassment. Instead, I focused my attention on Mai, and watched as she gave me a knowing wink. Lonnie remained in the kitchen a few minutes longer, apparently waiting for his erection to subside.
The next hour was filled with more conversation and laughter. But the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable I was becoming. I was sitting across from my father, and every once in a while caught him staring at my straining breasts. Noticing this, I decided to give him an even better view of my body. I backed my chair against the wall, and commenced to sit Indian-style. This would allow my pussy mound to be prominently revealed under the tight material of my cut-offs. This position also brought the seam of the heavy denim snuggly between my puffy outer cunt lips. Not only was I giving my father an almost unobstructed view, but every time I made the slightest move, the seam would brush against my swollen clit. If it was not for the fact that I was wearing a pair of absorbent cotton panties, his eyes would have also beheld the sight of a growing stain in my crotch.
"Why don't we all go downstairs, and get comfortable?" Mai suggested.
We all agreed that it was a good idea. But before we left for the den, Mai said that she wanted to change into her night clothes so she could better relax. I took up her lead and said that I, too, was going to change, and would meet everyone downstairs in a few minutes.
I hurried to my room, knowing exactly what I was going to wear. Once I was behind the door to my room, the temptation to relieve myself of my growing excitement by masturbation was overwhelming. But once again, I summoned up all of my self-control and put those delicious moments off till later. Instead, I quickly stripped off my day clothes and put on my white, baby-doll pajamas with matching panties. The material, though very thin, would only reveal my naked flesh if I silhouetted myself in front of a bright light. It was definitely an erotic outfit for mixed company, but it could be innocently seen as proper night clothes for a young girl. The hint was there, but it was not blatant.
When I returned to the den, Daddy and Mai were sitting close together on the couch while Lonnie sat alone in an easy chair. Soft music was coming from the stereo, and the lights had been dimmed. Mai had changed into a long hostess gown that looked thinner than the filmy material of my own baby-dolls. I couldn't help wonder if Daddy was going to catch on to our manipulations.
We sat for a while, listening to the romantic music before Mai got up, pulled my brother to his feet, and began dancing with him. I could see that Lonnie was slightly embarrassed, and because he wanted to avoid a highly charged situation, kept Mai at arm's distance.
"Lana, honey," Daddy said, taking my attention from the slowly gliding couple, "do you think you might give your old man this dance?"
"Oh, Daddy, I'll dance with you anytime," I replied, feeling my skin flush at the heavenly idea.
My father held me quite a bit closer than Lonnie was holding Mai, but other than being wrapped in his arms, our bodies stayed slightly apart. I didn't want to force the issue, so instead, I concentrated on following his smooth lead. He was a very good dancer.
When the song ended, I expected to resume my position on the couch, but Daddy seemed to have other ideas. He must have known what the next song was going to be because he didn't break our loose embrace. The song was "Daddy's Little Girl". I had always loved the way Wayne Newton sang it, and now that I was dancing with my father to the highly emotional strains, I couldn't help but push myself closer to my daddy's body.
He did not pull back from my closer presence. The smell of his aftershave filled my nostrils, and his sweet breath played upon my neck. If I would have been able to watch us dance, I knew I would have thought us lovers. I never wanted the song to end.
Not only was I on an emotional high, but I was also getting very turned on. The thin garments that I was wearing almost made me feel naked. My nipples were like knife points trying to cut their way through his chest, and my molten center spewed great amounts of my boiling sex juice. I could tell that the crotch of my thin bikinis was already soaked through.
I was not the only one, it seemed, who was experiencing a reaction from our closeness. Daddy's breathing had definitely become more rapid, and if I turned a certain way, I was almost positive that I could feel his hardened penis poking at my tummy. The temptation to stand on my tiptoes and grind my wanting cunt into that throbbing, paternal member was almost too much to bear.
Too soon, though, I think my father began to realize what was happening because, with an almost undetectable maneuver, the contact between us was broken. I thought my heart was breaking, too. If it wasn't for the fact that I opened my eyes and saw Mai give me the thumbs-up sign, I probably would have had to flee the room, crying uncontrollably. Fortunately, I remembered that Mai had said it might be a long-term plan, a plan that had to use the subtle psychology of understated suggestion, rather than the immediacy of instant gratification. Thankfully, these memories held back my tears of frustration.
The song ended. Daddy, acting very gallant, stepped back and gracefully bowed. I appreciatively smiled, and gave him a very lady-like curtsy in return. When I did my little bow, my eyes went right to his crotch in search of the possibility he was sporting an erection caused by the close contact of his daughter. I wasn't disappointed. Although it already appeared to be fading back to its non-sexual state, it had definitely been hard. I wanted to jump on the couch and scream my thanks to the heavens. But instead, I calmly resumed my position on the corner of the couch.
After a few moments of pleasant daydreaming, Lonnie caught my attention, and with a motion of his hand, expressed his desire that we should leave and let Mai and Daddy enjoy some privacy. I knew what his real intention was, but now that I had implanted the first hint into the sexual segment of my father's mind, I was more than ready to take Lonnie up on his suggestion. Standing up, we excused ourselves for the night. Neither Daddy nor Mai appeared to be overly disappointed that they were going to be left alone. I gave the couple the benefit of my best exit wiggle.