Copyright (c) 2012, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Wednesday, August 08, 2012 Author: Hardguy Title: Daddysbed Part: Deleted Scene: Fashion Show Summary: An abandoned scene from 'Daddysbed' in which the girls show Alan what they bought that day at the mall. Keywords: No sex, drinking, flirting The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. Somehow during dinner Daisy had talked me into letting her have a beer. I supposed it wouldn't hurt anything, since she was spending the night after all, not to mention I didn't want to jeopardize all the sex that I was sure to be getting from her. More than once after that though, I caught her sneaking drinks to both Krista and Trisha from the bottle. I put a stop to that pretty quick once I noticed Trisha was slurring her words a little. Krista seemed to handle her alcohol a bit better though, though I didn't know if that was from past experience on her part, or if her age and higher body weight than Trisha gave her a higher tolerance. The three giggly girls soon slipped off to Trisha's room, taking the spoils of their shopping trip with them. With a break in the action, I set about clearing the table and rinsing the dishes. Multiple times during this period, I heard the bathroom door open and close, no doubt a result of the beer they'd been drinking. I finished quickly, and settled myself on the couch. The giggles, playful screams, and yelps that came to my ears set my imagination running wild. Knowing that Daisy and Krista were experienced sexually and were somewhat aggressive about it did concern me a little that Trisha was alone in there with them, but aside from her urging me to make a move on my own daughter, I knew Daisy had enough sense to put a stop to things that might go too far. Pretty soon I heard the door open, and there was a lot of hushed whispering from the hallway where I couldn't see any of them. Daisy was the first to round the corner and give me a clue as to what was in store for me. If not for a collection of strings and a trio of blue and white striped triangles, I'd have thought it was time for sex. The top covered a majority portion of each breast, which I then realized I still hadn't seen since we had fucked the other night with her t-shirt still on. The bikini bottoms were very low riding, managing to hide her bare slit and both lips behind it, with everything above exposed. She grinned at how I was staring at her and turned in a slow circle. She was in fact wearing a g-string, leaving each full ass cheek exposed. My mind was defiantly made up then, I'd be having her doggy style tonight. She finished her revolution, her gaze directed at my lap. She turned her head to the hall and called out. "You're up, sis." Around the corner next came Krista, her hair in pigtails. She was also wearing a swimsuit, a two-piece like her sister, but somewhat more covering. The maroon colored top had two round cups that held her small adolescent breasts and joined together in the middle of her chest by a ring. The bottoms fully covered her up to an inch or so below her navel, and hugged snuggly to her mound, presenting a nice rounded appearance. At her hips were two more rings like the one between her breasts, and her bottom was tantalizingly half covered. She stood next to her older sister, who then called for the final model. "Showtime, Trish!" There was a slight delay as Trisha slowly came out around the corner. She looked embarrassed as any preteen girl would to be the center of attention in a swimsuit. Her top was not unlike the training bra that she had been wearing earlier, only it was more aesthetically pleasing and fashionable than that utilitarian garment. For the most part it was simply a square strip of sky blue fabric, fully covering each small breast and the space between them. Thin straps went over her shoulders to the back, giving support, a small flower decoration was present where each strap connected to the front. The bottoms were similar to very tight shorts, fully covering her around the waist and clinging to her rear like a second skin of pastel horizontal stripes. This design would have been completely boring if not for the fact that both the top and bottom were very thin. Since Trisha's breasts were still almost purely nipple puffs, they pressed out against the top ever so subtly as little eraser bumps. Less vague though was the shape that appeared between her legs. Two lobes with a crease up the center of them was almost painfully obvious, which made me wonder at Daisy's definition of something that was appropriate for an 11-year old. "W-well, daddy? How do we look?" Trisha asked me with a shy grin. How else could I answer but: "Beautiful...you're all very..." "S-sexy?" Trisha suggested, which got surprised reactions from the two sisters standing beside her. It was an adjective I certainly couldn't disagree with. "Yes, sweetheart. You look very sexy," I assented. "T-thank you," she said, looking at her feet, but with a smile that didn't look like it would leave her face anytime soon. I noticed that Daisy had put her hand on her sister's shoulder, and the two shared a brief look and a nod. Krista took Trisha's hand. "C'mon Trish, let's go change," she said, leading my bashful daughter back down the hall. We heard the door close and Daisy pulled her strings, her bikini falling to the floor at her feet. "I need your cock," she told me as she started rubbing her clit. I looked at her, and then at the hall. I may have had a hard cock and some alcohol in me, but I wasn't crazy enough to do something where we might be seen. "H-here? Now? They're just down the hall?" "Yeah, with a hand on each other's pussy. Why the hell did you think it took us so long to get dressed after dinner?" I guess I couldn't argue there, especially since arguing wasn't going to get me laid. END. Author's note: Basically I just decided to go in a different direction after dinner. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.