Two Young Gymnasts Part Two - Sex Stories

Two Young Gymnasts Part Two

... Sandra dismissed that worry with a wave of her hand, saying that she wouldn’t tell them about it. Her uncle laughed, trying to keep his tone light in case this was just another of her teases. He said it was a very tempting offer and he’d have to think about it. Fortunately, at that moment, they arrived at Sandra’s house. As he leaned across to open the front passenger door she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Laughing she said “Bye boyfriend” and scampered up the path to her house. Jake watched his niece, especially her long, smooth legs and the curves of her butt and hips under the tight gym shorts. Christine took the opportunity to get out of the back and slip into the passenger seat beside her father. Jake smiled at his daughter as she buckled her seat belt. “God” he thought to himself “how am I going to survive the next few years with as desirable a girl in my house?” As he swung the car back into the traffic, Jake glanced at his daughter. She had been quieter than usual during the drive and seemed to have a rather sad expression on her face. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed gently. “What’s the matter sweetheart?” he asked. “Oh nothing” Christine replied shaking her head so that her hair swirled around her shoulders. Not convinced, Jake squeezed her knee a second time. How he loved the feel of her soft skin under his hand. “Are you sure, honey?” he asked with a note of concern in his voice. This time his daughter put her hand on top of his and he thrilled at the ...

... gentle touch of her fingers. “Well,” she said, with hesitation in her voice, “I like Sandra very much, but I’m a little sad at the thought of you being her boyfriend.” Jake was surprised that his daughter was taking the conversation so seriously. “Why, my sweetheart?” he asked, wondering at the emotions of girls as they matured. Christine turned to look at him and put both her hands on his, where it rested on her knee. “Because I want you to be my boyfriend!” she blurted out. Her father could hear that she was almost in tears. He pulled the car over to the edge of the road and parked by the curb. Unbuckling his seat belt he reached over and put his arm around his daughter. She cuddled up against his chest. He could feel her trembling with emotion as she sobbed. Gently he smoothed her hair to one side of her face and kissed her forehead. As she felt his lips touch her skin she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she gasped between sobs “I don’t mean to be such a baby. But I do love you so and the thought of you being Sandra’s boyfriend made me really sad. I want you to be my boyfriend, not hers.” “I didn’t think Sandra was really serious about me being her boyfriend” her father answered as he gently stroked her hair, and he continued “If you don’t like the idea let’s forget the whole conversation.” Christine, sitting up and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, nodded her head vigorously. “Oh yes, Sandy was serious; she thinks you’re really..” his ...