Poolcam ch 2
First off, my dad is good looking, sometimes embarrassingly so. Like all my friends giggle over him, and make comments like,'have you ever seen him naked' and 'do you think he likes me?'. He is tallish, I think 5'10" maybe 11,has a good slender build from doing construction most of his life, has long dark glossy-brown hair with just a little wave to it, green eyes like jade and a natural gold brown to his skin which he must have inherited from his native American grandfather. It is so rude when my girlfriends come over and want to show off their newly grown tits in skimpy bikinis. I mean what parents buy white bikinis for their 12 year old girls? Dad is also young still, as he knocked up my mom when they were 16.
Anyway, this story is called Poolcam, because that's pretty much what got me in trouble. First with Dad, then with my brother Johny. Dad wanted me to write this part because he said he doesn't know how I felt really, and he wanted to know my side of the story. I'm not still 13 of course but I was when this started so here goes.
I know my Dad explained about catching me sunbathing topless when I should have been at school, but he didn't tell you how scared shitless I was when I got caught. For the first time, he made me pull my panties off, and I wasn't wearing anything else. I was so conscious of my nudity. I wasn't just going to get a spanking. My Dad was going to put his big strong hands on my naked body. He was going to be touching me and I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. I could feel the heat of the blush rise from my little cunt to my face. I didn't realize that the heat was caused by the flush of blood rushing to the surface at the time. I thought that I must be getting turned on. Then I did get turned on.
I was covered in slick tanning lotion, and I'm sure that had a lot to do with Dad not being able to hold me well once he started spanking my poor ass in earnest. I couldn't hold still. Dad's left hand kept sliding over my right tit as I squirmed under his arm. In hindsight, I think I even made him touch my tit on purpose, because I was very aware of when he did.
I jerked so hard that I almost fell off his lap, and his hand really squeezed my tit before catching painfully in my armpit. His deep voice was punctuated by a final swat that caught me square on the vulva as my legs were splayed and bent to catch my slipping body, "Be still! Or, I'll hold you still, and it will get worse.", and I just bawled, " I can't, it hurts too much." He started to pull me back into position and my pussy was on fire in more ways than one, when I sobbed out, "You might... have to hold me still, I'm sorry Dad, I can't help it."
He had me get up. He looked me over, checking for damage, turned me around and told me to lay down on my back next to him. I didn't even try to cover up. I wanted him to see me. He was facing my toes when he did this strange almost wrestling move on my legs. He leaned forward and wrapped his left arm around my legs so that the back of his arm was under my legs and his forearm was on the front of my thighs. Then he sat up, curling me up into a ball with my ass and pussy real close to his face. I could feel his hot breath there. He asked if I could be still now, and since my chin was against my chest, I only gurgled in answer, and he relaxed his 'headlock' on my thighs and simply pressed them to my chest, my knees digging in.
He started slowly spanking me again, but when he pushed back against my legs I made them slide to either side to avoid bruising my sensitive tits. I didn't realise how much this exposed my poor cunt, until the occasional swat from Dad made his fingertips wrap around my taut right ass cheek to land on my pussy. The fingers weren't hitting me hard but they stung something fierce, and made me so conscious of what I was feeling down there. The anticipation of when he'd hit me just right made it so much worse, or better? I'm not sure any more because I know it makes it better now. So he wore himself out spanking my poor ass and pussy and holding me still. Then he said in this strange voice, like he was crying too, "You want me to rub some lotion on you, Hon?" I just nodded and stared at him, grateful it was over, as he gently applied the cool lotion to my tender ass.
Unless you've been in my position, I don't think you could understand the torrent of thoughts, emotions and sensations running through me as my dad
lovingly rubbed me. His hands shook. I thought he was still pissed at me at first, but then it seemed more tentative, as if he were really nervous, like I might bolt at any moment. I remember thinking something like this: 'Oh God that feels good, ouch, ooh, oh shit, he's touching my pussy, oh that's nice, Dad?, that's my asshole, not bad, weird, kinda good, oh my flaming ass-cheeks, ah, uh? yep my ass hole again, slippery nice, naughty, oh legs down, my belly, is he? pleas? yes my little tits, yes, my nipples are so hard, oh! um, sensitive'. I whimpered and he had me roll over and tried to rub me like nothing sexual was going on, but when he got back to my ass I couldn't stand not being touched. I opened my legs and moaned as he started rubbing my sore bottom, and he just couldn't help touching my pussy and went even further this time sliding his slick fingers up and down in between my lips down there and across my bump of pleasure then back to my asshole.
I think I knew then that he would take me there someday and the thought didn't seem to bother me. I knew he was taking his time and innocently? getting his little jollies. He wouldn't rush me and if I wasn't careful, he'd get scared off easy. I fell asleep as he worked down my legs. I dreamed he kept rubbing my pussy till I orgasmed. I woke to his voice later telling me to go inside or I'd get a burn. I went inside my room and beat off furiously, dreaming of Dad.
I started my little experiment in freedom soon after that spanking. Dad confirmed so many of my suspicions as I pranced around topless trying to get my white skin to tan a little each day. He never once told me to put clothes on just 'roll over or you'll burn', which told me he was paying attention, or, 'Johny should be home soon', which told me,
A: he felt guilty about me being naked/him enjoying it;
B: he was jealous and didn't want my brother to see me too; or,
C: both
Then I got burnt, bad. I was so miserable, and Dad was so understanding and loving and kinda like he felt guilt because he had allowed me to get sunburned in the first place. He slathered cold cream all over me, and I guess because it hurt and was freezing and burning at the same time, my nerves were so sensitive to every motion, touch, glance of air, I was keyed up something horrible. I was screaming inside for him to touch me inside, and I was scared he would at the same time. I frigged myself constantly while I was home from school. I don't think I did any of the homework Dad had brought home.
I healed up with little peeling and went back to school after three days. Then come the following Monday, I got home and Dad was waiting for me. I didn't want anything to do with the sun, and I had homework from my days out still to do, so I was headed straight for my room. Dad stopped me and told me to come to his office. I think I suspected I was in trouble because I tried to beg off, saying something about 'can it wait till I get my homework done?' He said that is one of the things we would talk about, and I knew my goose was cooked. I dropped my bag in my room and met him in his office. I was starting to get excited, because Dad usually spanked me in there when it was a big deal. Excellent soundproofing. My Dad's hard hand on my bare ass had taken on a new meaning for me. I was scared, I knew it would hurt, but I could feel heat and moisture building inside my cunt already.
What I wasn't prepared for, was Dad telling me to sit in front of his 'puter and watch as he brought up an .mpg titled Poolcam. I watched myself, in full color, as I rubbed lotion on my chest and lay there for a while topless then rolled over and gave myself a wedgie and rubbed lotion on my ass. I thought okay, Dad has me on a cam? Then Dad was on-screen, and I was taking my bikini bottoms down. Oh, that day. It was a major turn on watching me getting spanked. My ass turning red, and oh my god, he really did have a view of my pussy when we changed position. The sound was low, but I could faintly hear my screams and sobbing, and even that was a turn on, I guess because I thought this meant confession time on my Dad's part was coming. I could tell this hunk of a man how much he meant to me, and how I wanted him to be my first. He turned up the sound and I could hear me grunting, whimpering, and moaning while my dad on the video rubbed my body.
I was panting, reliving that moment from a new perspective, and imagining my dad jerking off to this footage. My reverie was gone quickly when Dad announced, "Johny saw this and made copies on the internet. He's blackmailing us. If I don't give him what he wants, I go to jail and you two go to foster homes. Even after I kicked his ass he was still serious."
I, was dumbfounded, "What, does he want to screw me?"
"Eventually, yes, I'm pretty sure."
"Then what does he want now?"
"He wants to spank you, and on that note, why didn't you do your homework? I made a special trip to your school and met with each of your teachers, to get that homework, so you wouldn't fall behind, and you did hardly any of it." Dad's words increased in speed as well as volume. "You deserve anything your brother is ready to dish out."
"But, but Dad..."
"Don't you but Dad me, Betty, you should consider yourself lucky your brother sees you in the heart of his spanko dreams at this moment. I'd be tearing your ass up right now. He just wants to get his jollies. I'm sure he'll be a lot easier on you than I would be. Now go to your room and do some damn homework." I went, but how the hell was I supposed to concentrate on my studies with that shit on my mind?
My brother was beautiful. He had hair most girls were jealous of, past his shoulder blades, almost black like mine, but wavy, tall and muscular already, jade green eyes that lit up when he flashed that shit eating grin of his, and he tanned easily like Dad. Why would he want skinny little me? I thought of laying over his lap with my ass bare and had to go pleasure myself, or I wouldn't get anything done.
I heard Dad and Johny talking when he got home, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I could guess though. We ate dinner and I took my sweet time, filled with dread and anticipation over what was soon to come. I started to do the dishes and Dad said I could get them later. Oh shit. "Come to my office and take off your clothes."
More coming soon from Johny's POV