Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers Chapter 7 -Plot Sam sat in an armchair in the living room. It was almost time to drive to the manor house, Satyr's House. The name of the place intrigued Sam; he would have to ask his lordship about its origin. Sam was a little preoccupied. This would be the first time he'd meet his new employer. Sam had been recruited by head hunters. He closed his eyes and imagined what might happen this afternoon. Sam's meditation was interrupted by the opening of a door. Tabitha strode into the room wearing a pair of light pink Capri pants and a little white tee shirt. She perched on the arm of Sam's chair, circled his neck with her arms and kissed her father on the forehead. "I'm ready, Daddy," she told him with a happy voice, "for anything!" she added, winking. Sam smiled at his daughter and asked, "Are the others ready?" "Tar's is still getting dressed but I think Mom and Toby will be coming in a minute." As if on cue, Toby walked into the room trailed by Caroline. Sam noted that his wife seemed to be oddly attentive to their son that afternoon. Caroline was wearing a silk shirtwaist dress that buttoned all the way to the hem. It hugged her form and the sight of Caroline in it made Sam's cock twitch. Caroline noticed Sam's smile and smiled back at him, "Well we're all here, except one," she declared looking around the room at her husband and two children. "Tabi," Sam asked, "Go tell your sister to hurry up." "Sure Daddy." Tabitha released her hold on Sam and slid off the chair. "Good girl!" Sam grinned and patted his daughter's ass as she turned to leave the room. Tabitha beamed at this attention. She strolled from the room, affording Sam the opportunity to see just how well the Capri pants hugged her tight little 13-year-old ass. **** Tara hadn't finished dressing yet. Her black summer dress lay beside her on the bed along with her bra. Dressed in only her lemon yellow panties and her glasses, she was engrossed in a book. She had begun reading the book hours earlier. She found it impossible to sleep because of Her thoughts and the yearning in her pussy. Instead of playing with herself to relieve her desire, Tara had searched for a book to keep her mind off the noises from her parents' bed and from her disturbing thoughts and fantasies of her father. Tara couldn't remember buying the book, a study of Roman Britain, but there it had been sitting on top of the book box she had brought with her. Tara just assumed she must have bought it at a garage sale and forgotten about it or something. Tara was fascinated by the book. She had read about half way through already and it was a thick volume. She had been reading the book earlier that morning when Tabitha had burst into the room, looking very flushed, and ordered her to get up. Except for a break when Tara had showered, eaten and removed the night's sodden panties, Tara had not stopped reading. Tara was just beginning a chapter concerning Roman Temples when the door to her room again burst open. Tara gave a startled shriek at the noise. "Dad says hurry up!" Tabitha exclaimed, breathing hard after running up the stairs. Tara sat up on the bed and modestly held the book to her chest to hide her tits. She frowned at her sister. "God Tabi, don't you ever knock?" "Nah!" replied Tabitha "where's the fun in that?" she paused, "Aren't you dressed yet? C'mon sis. If you don't put that book down and get dressed Dad'll have to take you to the mansion in just those panties!" She paused, "Ya know, he might like that!" Tara colored and, thinking of the previous night, the tingle reappeared. "I'll be down as soon as I can Tabi," she sighed. "You've got five minutes or I'll send Dad up to get you. I'll tell him to just walk in!" "He wouldn't do that Tabi," Tara said uncertainly. "Oh?" the younger Sweetman girl replied. "I think you'd be surprised at just what Dad would do." She smiled to herself. "OK! OK!" Tara said in a harried voice, "I'll get dressed" Tabitha smiled and bounced out of the room. Tara carefully placed the book face down on the bed. As she Looked down at herself she watched her nipples began to stiffen. Blushing, she sighed and reached for her lemon yellow bra. She was about to slip it on when a mischievous smile flickered across her face. Tara opened her underwear drawer and placed the bra back inside. She closed the drawer and picked up the dress. Tara quickly pulled the summer dress over her head and slipped into a pair of flat sandals. She smiled at her reflection, pleased with the way the cut of the garment complimented her breasts. Tara gave her hair a final brush, pulled it back into a ponytail and hurried from the room. Tara was half way down the stairs when she realized that going braless was mistake. The rest of her family was waiting by the front door and all eyes turned to look at her as she raced towards them. The dress didn't support or contain her tits at all. They bounced heavily as she ran. Tara stopped dead on the bottom step and was mortified as her nipples pressed brazenly against the thin fabric of her dress. She tried to regain her composure as she slowly walked over to her father. Her dress still clung to her pert boobs. Sam glanced at his watch. "Well, let's get going!" His eyes briefly took in Tara's chest. "Nice dress by the way, Tara!" Tara developed goose bumps. Her breasts felt heavier than usual and her nipples even seemed stiffer. Sam opened the door. He took out his car keys and unlocked the doors. "Out you go," he said to his family, Toby led the way to the car. He was followed closely by Caroline and Tabitha As Tara started through the door, Sam gently took hold of her arm. "Don't you need a coat Tara?" he asked, his eyes again being drawn to his daughter's boobs, his gaze stayed there longer this time. "It might rain." Tara swallowed hard. "No, I'm OK, Daddy." She felt hot and her mouth was dry. Sam smiled, "OK!" He released his daughters arm, then reached around Tara's waist and hugged her to him. Sam held the hug for a moment and, when he slid his arm from her waist, his hand strayed onto Tara's ass cheek. Tara made a little "Huh?" sound as her father's finger tips pressed into the warm skin that was covered by the thin dress. As rapidly as he had touched her, Sam removed his hand from His daughter's ass. It had happened so quickly, in fact, that Tara almost believed that she had imagined her father's touch. Almost. The 15 year old looked at her father's face to see if it gave anything away. It didn't. Tara headed to the car when She heard her father locking the front door. She knew he had turned and was following her. Tara sensed Sam's eyes on her, but she told herself she was just imagining it. One thing was certain - she'd need to change her panties again when she got home.