John's Dream Girl (chapters 11 through 15) - Sex Stories

John's Dream Girl (chapters 11 through 15)

... what Vicki's going to think, now that it looks like I'm moving in with you guys," said John. "She won't mind at all. Believe me. Besides, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. So whenever you get feeling horny and need some pussy, just let me know. Discretely, of course. When Vicki's not in the room with us. And I'll be more than happy to come by your bedroom later that night, and spend some 'quality time' with you. Deal?" Lisa said, winking at John. "Deal!" John said emphatically, winking right back at her. John and his daughter got out of bed. And he put on his underwear, while she was putting on her nightshirt. He went to the bedroom closet to get his old, worn-out suitcase, and he started packing up carefully-selected items of clothing from his dresser. John and Lisa were discussing their new living arrangements, as John opened the bottom dresser drawer and pulled out some pants. Lisa caught a glimpse of the little plastic bag at the very back of the dresser drawer--the one containing his sister Val's panties--as John was closing the drawer, to move up to the next drawer "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Lisa asked. "What?" "Your sister's panties. You know, the ones that you like to masturbate with." "That's okay. I don't think I'll be needing them any more. Do you?" "Why don't you go ahead and take 'em with you anyway. I know they mean a lot to you." Lisa gave John one last passionate kiss, and said, "Meet you out at the car in 15 minutes." "I'll be there ...

... with bells on," John automatically replied, turning his attention back to his packing, as Lisa left his bedroom. "Oh, by the way," said Lisa, poking her head back into the bedroom doorway, "you can forget the bells. Just don't forget the panties. Okay?" "I've got 'em right here," John said, lifting the plastic bag up slightly out of his suitcase to show Val's panties to Lisa. "Not those panties, Daddy. I mean, my panties," Lisa said, quickly pointing to the crumpled-up pair of plain-looking, white cotton panties that were lying on the carpet, beside the bed. Then Lisa took off down the hallway towards the guest bedroom. She intended to wake up Alex, and make sure that he got dressed right away, so that he could join her and John on this unexpected trip back to Austin in the middle of the night. * * * * * So Papa Bear moved in with Baby Bear and her roommate, Vicki. Baby Bear encouraged Papa Bear to eat her porridge whenever he wanted to. And he did just that. From time to time, Vicki even let Papa Bear eat her porridge too. But only when Baby Bear was away from their apartment. You see, Vicki was actually bi-sexual, but she didn't want Baby Bear to know that. And they all lived happily ever after--without either woman getting pregnant. And the moral to this story could have been: Porridge is always thicker than blood, or one man's alien is another bear's dream. However, this twisted tale is not quite finished yet. Don't forget that Mama Bear had some porridge too. * * * * *