Sexual Awakening - Sex Stories

Sexual Awakening

... house to grab Mom's van and me. Now, I’d been working on this outfit for weeks. It’s my "steal my dad back from Zoe" outfit, and I have to admit I loved it. I came down the stairs in a little yellow summer dress that I was certain Mom was going to reject for being too short, with dark pantyhose, my shiny black belt, and shoes. I was wearing a soft hint of makeup and my blonde hair was slightly curled with two tiny braids from my temples tying it back in a bow.

“Lord, you look beautiful,” Dad said. He turned to Mom. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

“She’d look better without all the makeup,” Mom retorted.

“Oh, Mom,” I said.

I practically skipped down the stairs I was so excited, and I have to say, at that moment, with my dad looking at me with my soft blonde hair bouncing, my dress halfway up my thighs, and those dark nylons, I felt just radiant. I ran up to him and gave him a giant squeeze.

“Let’s go, Daddy.”

I looked back at Mom, almost scowling at him, and off we went. We headed over to grab all the ladies, all done up like me, but no yellow LOL, and then picked up Zoe last.

We all jumped out and ran to her door to fetch her, and after a couple of minutes emerged with Zoe dressed like a little trollop in red lipstick, a short dress, and dark stockings. Just like a hot little slut as her dress flowed in the breeze, and with brazen confidence, she jumped into the front seat and took my space. We other girls all climbed in the back and off we went.

With ...

... Zoe in the front seat, she continually turned her body to screech with the screech in the back, and every time she did Dad got a glimpse of her delicious legs with her dress riding higher and higher on her thighs with every turn of her body.

A song came on the radio, and she screeched again. I loved this song. Zoe reached for the dial, sat back in her chair, and the six of us started to sing. I watched Dad from my back seat, glancing down at her nearly exposed lower body as she swayed to the song. You little slut, I thought. While sitting at a red light, Dad must have looked a bit too long, because when she finally looked at him, she was grinning. Damn her.

She had caught him looking and loved it. I think Dad barely made it through the movie, as the little sexy slut thing was sitting beside him. I was in the middle of it all. I leaned back in my chair and let my little dress pull up my legs and, fuck, Dad’s mouth opened. Yes! He didn’t want her. She was just being Zoe. The movie sucked and Dad couldn’t stop looking at our legs.

It couldn't have ended soon enough. On our way to dinner, Zoe again jumped in the front seat and this time flirted with him while pretending not to notice her dress riding high, then giggling and going “Oh,” as she tugged it down ever so slightly.

From beside me, Sarah yelped. “Zoe, you're such a slut.”

We all giggled, then it got loud, and finally we got to dinner. Dad let us girls all sit at a table.

‘Okay, present time,” he said. He ...