Laurie with Lockdown part 6

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I walked with a towel out of my room to the back patio, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle of wine from the kitchen on the way. I hit the switch to turn on the bubbling of the hot tub. I tossed the towel to the deck and lowered my body into the scorching, churning water.

It was painful but pleasant, and it took my mind off everything else - the insanity of the outside world, the stress of maintaining a remote business, and the increasingly strange thoughts I had about my daughter.

I gulped some of the wine and closed my eyes. My skin adjusted to the heat and my belly felt good with a bit of alcohol in it.

"Mind some company?" I heard Laurie 's voice say.

I looked up, and Laurie was crouching down and dipping her feet into the water of the jacuzzi.

She pulled them out after only a second. "Ouch! That's hot. She tried it again, dipping them slowly, until her legs dangled into the water while she sat on the edge.

She still wore the little shorts and cropped top, exposing a lot of flat tummy as she sat across from me with her arms at her side and her chest out. In the light reflecting off the pool water the outline of her nipples under the top was obvious.

She stretched her legs out, raising them until her toes broke the surface, nails in a French manicure, just like her fingernails.

They look so suck able; I thought before telling myself I couldn't think that.

Laurie looked at me with an amused smile.

"What?" I asked her.

"Oh, nothing."

"Come on, what is it?"

"You watched the video. The one I sent you."

She didn't say anything after that. She just watched me, her eyes flickering over my face.

For more than a few seconds my mouth didn't work right. I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out. When at last the words did come out, they did so in a kind of croak.

"Laurie, I didn't . . ."

"Yes, you did." Again, she stared at me without moving after saying the words.

"How would you know -"

"Because I heard you," she said. "Outside the door."

I think my mouth opened and moved, but I didn't say anything. Laurie kept talking.

"I put my ear against the door. I heard the video playing, although you'd turned the sound down. I heard you say my name. I heard the sound of you jerking yourself off."

"Laurie," I managed to say at last. "You shouldn't have been listening in on me like that."

"Some people might say you shouldn't be beating your meat to the sight of your naked daughter playing with herself," she said. "But I'm not some people. I think it's great. It's what I wanted."

"What?" My head swam.

"I made that video for you. I wanted you to watch it. I was fibbing about sending it to my boyfriend. I've sent other videos to my boyfriend, but I sent that one to you."

"Laurie," I said, my voice husky and uncertain. "Why?"

"Because you're alone, and lonely, and frustrated. I can tell. And I am too. We've both been cooped up here so long. And you take such good care of me. I always feel safe and protected with you. But there's another thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

Laurie smiled.

"You're, like, kind of hot, for a dad. You take good care of yourself. I got horny and impatient. I could have just shown up naked at your bedroom door, but I wanted you to want me, first."

She bit her thumb. My mind raced in a million directions. But I was mesmerized, turned on, no question, by Laurie 's way of talking to me, and, of course, by her hot, sexy body in the skimpy clothes.

"Sorry to tease you so much," she said. "It's time to stop the teasing and move on to the next stage."

My voice responded, like the voice of another person, in a near whisper.

"What's that?"

"It's time for you to fuck me," she said. And with that her arms swept her little top off her body and tossed it to the patio. Laurie sat topless in front of me, her breasts swaying and jiggling.

In an equally fast gesture, she jumped off the tile patio and slid her shorts off her hips. Then she lay back and her toes pointed to the night sky and the little shorts, pulled by her hands, slithered up her lean thighs and shins. My eyes focused on the nexus between her thighs and the bare, pale pussy slit that emerged - the one I'd seen and jerked off to in the video earlier.

The shorts lifted off her feet, and she tossed them in the air, and they traced an arc until they landed several feet away from her on the patio.

Laurie spread her legs wide, knees far apart. Her eyes locked with mine and I knew she was daring me to look at her.

At first, I couldn't. My eyes stayed on hers, although her nude body pulled on my gaze like gravity. I did not know how I looked to her - probably like I was pleading with her; do you really want me to do this?

She nodded at me, just slightly, but distinctly enough to know her meaning.

My eyes left hers, and they travelled down her magnificent nude body, down her neck and chest, past her full breasts and thin waist and womanly hips, until they settled on her gorgeous, bare pussy, fully exposed between her lean, spread legs.

My daughter's pussy.

Her hand slid down her belly until it reached the delicate hood of skin over her clit. The fingers of her hand splayed out, spreading her lips with them. Laurie 's pussy, glistening and pink, lay fully exposed to my eyes. The pearl of her clit popped out from under its hood.

And I couldn't look away. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

"Laurie -" I started to say.

"Don't say anything, Dad," she said. "Just watch."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. The words didn't come. I shut up, and I watched.

Her middle finger snaked down from the button of her clitoris to the open, pink expanse of her pussy, and it pushed in. Laurie threw her head back, and she moaned. The air was chilled now, but my body burned like a furnace. Crickets chirped, somewhere. The water in the hot tub rippled. But the sound of Laurie moaning rose above everything else.

Her finger pushed in and out of the depths of her wet pussy, and I couldn't pull my eyes away.

"Laurie -" I started, but I didn't know what to say.

"You like looking at my pussy, don't you, Dad?" she asked.

"Laurie - "I tried to say again.

"Say you like it," she replied. "Say it. Say you like looking at my pussy."

I couldn't say it. I didn't think I could say it. No decent father could say that. But there she was, naked and splayed open before me, her finger darting in and out of her wetness, and whatever was left of my scruples melted away before my lust and the magnificence of Laurie 's nude body. The impossible became possible, and then inevitable. I wanted to look at her pussy. I needed to look at her pussy.

"Yes," I said after a long pause.

"Yes, what?" Laurie asked.

"I like to look," I said.

"Look at what?" she asked. "Tell me, Dad. Tell me what you like to look at."

"I like looking at your pussy, Laurie," I said. The words left my lips, but they didn't seem like my words. They felt like they came from someone else, from a million miles away.

"Do you want my pussy, Dad?" Laurie asked. The finger of one hand moved in and out of her while the other hand spread her lips open in as lewd a display as she could manage.

I didn't say anything.

"Say it, Dad," Laurie urged. "Tell me you want my pussy."

Still, I said nothing.

"Say it," she said. "I want that. I want you to want my pussy. I want my pussy to be yours. I want you to fuck it."

"Oh, Laurie," I said. My voice was thick and faint and it was all I could manage.

"Say it, Dad," she said.

"Oh, Laurie," I said again. "My daughter."

"Yes," she said. "I'm your daughter, and I want you to fuck me. Say it. Say you want it."

I closed my eyes and I knew I had no more resistance. Whatever scruples I had were gone. I admitted it to myself: I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck my daughter. Then and there.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?" Laurie asked.

"I want to fuck you, Laurie," I said.

Laurie pulled her finger out of her cunt with a squishy sound and hopped off her butt into the hot tub and scooted toward me in the steaming water.