Sexual Awakening Part Three - Sex Stories

Sexual Awakening Part Three

... back seat. She sits in the seat behind me, so I can't see what is going on, but Dad keeps his eyes back there. It's time to fight back. With all my weight on my bum, I slide forward in my seat with my knees slightly apart, creating that dreaded but perfect Dad's attention-forming camel toe.

I pretend not to notice and tell Zoe I must tell the girls we're on our way. I get on my phone and slightly open my knees a tad more. Using my phone as a mirror, YES, that's what I wanted, Dad staring right down at my parts. I quickly look up at him for that embarrassing I caught you look. OMG, there you go, Zoe.

This crazy jealousy has to stop. She's my best friend 'forever, and we'll have fun. After all, what can happen while we're all together?

We check-in, and my dad gets his fur all up there. Business is a big screw-up, and business class is completely sold out. After a lengthy, heated exchange, we get our seats,

'My Dad's words," Not mine. Looks like we're seated with the peasants".

We make our way to our seats. Dad loves the window to see where we are, and Zoe quickly maneuvers in the middle next to my dad.

"What the hell, girl"

All the way there, she's just throwing herself at him. Her dress slid up her thigh, always leaning on him, touching his arm with his dumb dad jokes. Both of them practically ignored me. Then, if all else,

Dad says, "There is the Grand Canyon."

Zoe leans right up to the window with her hand almost entirely on his crotch, pretending ...

... to look out the window; Dad puts his hand on her back to guide her, pointing to the sight. This is getting out of control, and I only have one trick. I rise from my seat to use the washroom to adjust my shorts and make sure they're chewing at my parts. I pull them tight and do a squat to pull them tight between my Labia and head back to my seat.

They're giggling as I stop and raise my hands over my head for a fake stretch. I twist my hip slightly with my legs apart so Dad gets that perfect view of his only honey pot and crawls into my seat.

Zoe quickly whispers to me," Oh My God, girl, your pussy is eating your shorts,"

I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "These shorts are so tight; I didn't plan my outfit well for a long flight."

We go through all the commotions and check into our hotel, which we've been to since I can remember. We almost get to our same suite, and Zoe and I get unpacked and start to have fun. Zoe wants to head to the pool, but Dad wants to have dinner first.

Zoe conceded and said, "Okay, let me change and get ready."

Dad Quickly barks back, No, what you're wearing is just fine; I don't need a half-hour wardrobe change."

We all giggle and head for dinner, which is always excellent here, and back to the room.

Zoe's insistence ongoing to the pool becomes quickly apparent as she puts on the sluttiest red thong bikini imaginable; she, just like me, has a horrible problem with exaggerated nipples that seem to have a mind of their own. ...