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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 15) [Asian, M/g, M/f, Incest (Father-Daughter), Strangers, Public]
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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 08:10:02 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 15: Two Girls and a Pizza

"You sure about this?"

Sara nodded a yes to her husband, "Go on to dinner. 
I'll wait for Cat."

Mike watched his wife for a second and then returned
her nod.  "Okay, if you're sure."

His eyes scanned her body slowly, looking for any tell
tale body language.  But she betrayed nothing.  He
gave her a moment more, plenty of time to change her
mind.  She was unwavering, not a flicker of doubt in
her face or a tense muscle in her body.

"Alright then."  He was reluctant to leave, but this
did seem the most reasonable thing to do.  It still
felt like he was running from a confrontation that he
brought about.

He walked to the bottom of the stairs and paused as a
flicker of doubt flashed in his mind.  Maybe Sara was
getting the better end of this deal, considering where
he was going to be spending the evening.

"Ben!  Angela!"  He tried to sound cheerful and
excited, even though he was dreading it.  "In the car,
in five minutes.  Next stop Chuck E. Cheese!"

He knew the announcement would get their attention and
get them moving.  He still had one stop of his own to
make though.

He took a deep breath and started the rest of the way
up the stairs.  Mid-way up the stairs and Angela's
bedroom door  popped open.  She didn't look for
confirmation though or even paused for a second.  

Like a comet, she blazed by him and blurring speeds. 
Mike only barely managed to side step out of her path,
getting the briefest glimpse at her face to confirm
that it was indeed her zooming by.

Mike stepped into the bathroom and dug through the
medicine cabinet, pulling out a little white bottle
and quickly palming a pair of pills out of it.  A
quick glass of water and the pre-emptive aspirins were
history.

He reached to put the bottle back, but then had a
second thought and decided it was better to take it
with him.  He figured he'd probably need it again
before the end of the evening.  Better to be safe than
to be sorry.

He stepped back into the hallway and was surprised to
see that Ben's door was still closed.  Normally his
son would be in fast pursuit of Angela, managing to be
neck and neck at the car.  He paused for a second and
then walked to the door and knocked lightly.

"Ben?"  He could hear his son shuffling around rapidly
behind the closed door.  "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah!"  Ben shouted surprised.  "I'm just
changing!...  I...  fell asleep!"

Mike frowned for a second and then shrugged.  "Okay. 
I'll see you in the car."

He walked down the stairs normally, not really sure if
he was mentally ready to deal with the noise and
activity that was awaiting him.  He walked into the
living room and found Sara still sitting on the couch,
still calmly watching television.

"Okay, that's that.  No getting out of it now."  He
said to her, even though he was still hoping she'd
suddenly change her mind.  Somehow talking to Cat
didn't seem half as frightening any more.

Sara smiled and nodded, "You go and have fun.  Things
will be fine here."

Mike couldn't help but close his eyes in pain at the
comment.  Somehow he knew this wasn't going to be fun.
 And he no longer had the energy to hide his feelings.

"Oh, come on."  He heard his wife chide him.  "It
won't be that bad.  Now give me a kiss and get the
hell out of here."

Mike opened his eyes and shrugged, leaning closer and
kissing his wife's lips lightly.  Sara pressed her
lips to his harder, quickly followed by the pressure
of her tongue against his teeth.

He opened his mouth willingly, letting her tongue find
entrance to his mouth.  He could feel it darting
around, exploring his teeth, then going deeper. 
Rubbing against his own tongue.  

He pressed his tongue playfully against hers, causing
her to moan contentedly.  He slipped his hand behind
her head, curling her hair in his fingers, and held
her head to him.  To make sure she couldn't break the
kiss too early.

The motion caused her to kiss him more fiercly, her
tongue moving about with renewed energy.  He caught it
for a second, pressed against the roof of his mouth,
but it slipped away.  Pushing into the side of his
cheek for a moment.

He pulled her hair tight in his fist, causing her to
groan out.  Her tongue remained still for a moment,
which was all he needed.  His tongue slipping across
into her mouth.

The sound of footsteps descending the stairs stopped
him, making him break the kiss quickly, her hair
slipping out of his suddenly relaxed hand.  With a
small mewl of dissatisfaction she slipped back into
her relaxed posture on the couch.

Ben stopped at the bottom of the stairs, staring into
the living room as he realized what he had
interrupted.  He felt a way of embarrassment, followed
by a slight twinge of jealousy.  The emotions were
fleeting though and even he knew that they were just
instinctual.

"Ready?"  Mike glanced at his son and smiled.

Ben nodded, stepping into the living room, "Bye Mom."

Ben leaned closer to give his Mom a kiss as well,
their lips met and he immediately pushed his tongue to
his mother's lips.  A motion that she eagerly
responded to without a second thought.

He had no intention of being outdone by his father,
not yet anyway.

Her teeth nipped the tip of his tongue lightly, before
she sucked on it, drawing it deeper into her mouth. 
She felt his hand grasp her breast, his fingers
quickly finding her nipple through the fabric of her
shirt.

Mike watched appreciatively as his son felt up his
wife.  His cock, already excited, had now grown
painfully large in the now tight confines of his
jeans.  He wanted to free himself, to watch this
continue while he stroked himself.

Her tongue found its way underneath his, wetly
caressing the sensitive spots on the underside of his
tongue.  Encouraging him to go on, wanting him not to
stop.  His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipple
now, making her squirm on the couch.

The loud bang of the front door jarred the moment,
ending it abruptly.  All three pairs of eyes quickly
looked to the front door and the annoyed eight year
old standing in front of it.

"Are we going to go?"  Angela glared into the living
room.  "I've been waiting in the car fooooooorever!"

"Go go go go."  Sara shooed her son and husband away,
not wanting to deal with an enraged pre-teen.

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Even from the parking lot, the building seemed to
throb with noise.  Mike imagined that they probably
had to reinforce the foundation, to make sure the
whole place didn't just break free and bounce down the
street.

The automatic doors slide open when they reached the
front of the restaurant and a wave of noise shot out
like a bullet.  Mike gritted his teeth and did his
best to smile.

Undeterred by the noise, Angela darted inside like the
parking lot was on fire.  Ben was quick to follow,
almost back to his normal excitement level.  Mike
assumed that the flashing electronic lights and noise
were more temptation than any kid could resist.

There wasn't a point to trying to speak in the
building, but the unwritten routine was easy enough to
follow.  He pulled out his wallet, took out a pair of
fives and handed one bill to each of them.

When their money ran out, they'd come find him in the
dining area.  He'd try to get them to eat something
for dinner.  When they were done, they'd get another
ten dollars each and that should last them until it
was time to go home.

Mike handed off the first round of money and watched
the pair of them bolt for the token machine.  A brief
scuffle ensued as they jockeyed to be the first one
there.  Then they darted in two different directions
into the game room.

He walked to one of the empty tables and took a seat. 
He was able to get a fair vantage of the game room, he
couldn't see all of it, but saw enough to keep him
reassured that everything was normal.  

He glanced around the dining room and saw that he
wasn't the only one left to this detail.  There were
parents sitting at tables here and there, without
children, half of whom looked just as pained as he was
feeling.  There was a family of four at a nearby
table, the mother unsuccessfully attempting to get her
little boy to eat.  The lure of electronic joy seemed
to be too much for his appetite.

"Hi!"  An overly cheerful voice suddenly shouted next
to him.  "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Mike turned to look at the waitress, a blonde haired
teenage girl who was beaming a way too friendly smile.
 He knew it was all part of the act, no one could be
that happy here.  

"Yes.  A pitcher of Coke.  And three glasses."  He
shouted in reply and watched as she wrote his order
down in her pad.  She couldn't be more than sixteen or
seventeen he figured.  Bright blonde hair, pulled back
in a pair of ponytails.  Just the slightest hint of
pink blush across her cheeks.

"Do you know what you want to eat?"  She asked, in the
same cheerfully happy voice.  The name tag pinned to
the strap of her bright red apron said she was Wendy. 


But he only glanced at the tag for a second, worried
that she might mistake his look for a perusal of her
chest.  Which, in fact, he had looked at
appreciatively.  She was small chested, but obviously
still developing.  He wondered what those apricot
sized tits would look like, would feel like in his
hands.

"A large pepperoni pizza, Wendy."  He replied,
watching her face to see her reaction.  She smiled
immediately when he used her name, nodding, and
writing the rest of the order down in her pad.

"I'll go get your drinks now."  She replied with a
more natural smile, tucking the pad into her pocket.

He nodded a thank you and watched as she turned around
and walked away.  His eyes drifted down her back,
watching the way her short skirt rippled as she
walked.

He had an urge to step up behind her, lift that skirt
up.  Hold that delightfully small ass in the palms of
his hands.  Massage the taut, firm flesh.  Hear her
breathing rise as he bent her over the nearest table-

"Jesus Christ."  He cursed himself.  What the hell was
he thinking?  She was just a teenager.  Probably in
the same grade as his daughter.  Here he was thinking
about bending her over the nearest table and fucking
her.

He rubbed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his
mind.  Sure he had looked at teenage girls before and
done some wondering, but never to this extent.  Never
imagining it in such detail and reasonability.  

Then, they were just thoughts.  Just in his mind.  It
wasn't like he was really planning to act on them.  He
reasoned that that made it okay.  Look but don't
touch.

The last thing he wanted to look like was some leering
pervert or pedophile.  He glanced around the room a
bit sheepishly and embarrassed, but no one seemed to
pay him any extra mind.  His thoughts were still
safely his own.

His gaze fell onto a different table.  A family, he
presumed was sitting down to eat.  Mother, father, and
two daughters.  They were a fairly attractive bunch
and he could feel the thoughts creeping back into his
mind.  He pushed them back in embarrassment, but after
a moment decided to give into them and see where his
imagination would take him.

All four of them were brown haired, but the daughter's
hair was slightly lighter, almost blonde but not
quite.  The youngest daughter looked to be about
Angela's age, give or take a year.  Waifish and
indistinct, with both girlish and boyish features.

He was much more interested in her older sister.  Not
quite a teenager.  Just starting to blossom, probably
unaware of the charms she was developing.  Entirely
innocent in his imagination.  

Her long brown hair was the hue of ripe wheat and
cascaded as she moved, like wind passing over a
farmer's field.  Her face was tiny and distinct, like
an elfin nymph in some ancient painting, all perfectly
framed by a pair of gold rimmed glasses that balanced
at the tip of her nose.

His eyes glanced down, watching how her pink t-shirt
hung from her shoulders, draped over her pert breasts.
 All without the slightest hint or hem of a bra to
hold them in place.  The short sleeves showing the
tender, slightly tanned flesh of her arms.

He imagined walking over to the table.  Asking her
parents, very politely of course, if he could borrow
their daughter for a little bit.  He imagined them
both agreeing, not just agreeing, but being eager for
it.

He imagined offering his hand to the little nymphet,
helping her to stand up, the nervous and embarrassed
look on her face, but the unmistakable eagerness in
there as well.  He pictured what it would feel like to
lift her up in his arms, her delicate weight in his
hands.  His face moving closer, kissing her on the
lips, right there, in the middle of the dining room,
with her parents looking intently on.

He imagined feeling her young body respond to his
mouth.  His tongue brushing across her tender lips the
inexperienced need flowing out of her body.  He'd
break the kiss to put her down on the table then,
sitting her on the edge with her feet dangling towards
the floor.  

He'd take a moment then to admire her, to look at her
beauty.  The way her t-shirt wasn't quite long enough,
allowing just the teasing glimpse of her bare, pale
belly.  The tightness of her jeans, hugging her
developing hips.

He'd reach down and grasp them hem of her t-shirt,
letting his fingers brush across the skin of her
stomach.  Watching the way her body responded, the way
she quivered.  Her trusting eyes looking up at him in
anticipation.

He'd pull the pink t-shirt up, slowly baring her
budding breasts, worried that too much of a glimpse
too fast would be more than he could take.  He'd pull
it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor
behind him.  Discarded like it was now no more than a
nuisance.

He'd lean in close, teasing one of her tiny nipples
with the tip of his nose.  Making her gasp and shiver,
bringing the nipple quickly to a sharp point.  Then
he'd lightly lick it, wetting it completely, before
sucking it into his mouth.  Letting his tongue toy
with it while the suction of his mouth distended it
further.

He'd take a step back then, to admire his handiwork. 
His half naked girl goddess before him.  He'd reach
for her father's hand, lifting it up and placing it on
her breast.  So that he could feel her breast as well,
feel what it was that he was enjoying.

He'd move his hands to her jeans, unbuttoning them and
sliding the zipper down.  Exposing her matching pink
panties.  He'd run his finger s along her skin,
tracing the impression left by her jeans.  Following
the deep curves and ridges impressed into her nubile
flesh.

Her mother would help her lift herself up slightly,
her butt rising from the table just enough for him to
slide her jeans down.  Slipping them off and dropping
them onto the floor.

His hands would return to her, his fingers rubbing the
front of her panties.  Parting and caressing her
virgin flesh, making her face mist over in a fog of
pleasure.  He'd slip his fingers into her panties
then, feeling her flesh directly.  Feeling the moist
give of her lips.  He'd collect the essence of passion
on his fingertips, and then bring it to her mother's
nose.  Letting her mother's mouth taste it.

He'd lean closer and kiss her mother then, tasting her
daughter's essence on her lips.  His hands would reach
for those tiny pink panties, drawing them down and off
of her young legs.  Leaving the nymph entirely exposed
to the entire dining room.

He'd drop his own pants now, eager to bury himself
deep in her virgin body.  To feel the parts of her
body that no one else had felt yet.  To make her feel
things she hadn't even imagined before.

He'd watch as her father leaned her back, laying her
flat on the table top.  Her mother reaching down and
spreading her legs, readying her for him.  He'd move
onto her, pushing himself deeply into her in one
stroke.  Penetrating into her, ripping through her
hymen.  Hearing her moan out in surprise, pain, and
lust.

Her parents would hold her in place, hands on her
shoulders as he thrust into her.  He'd feel his lust
welling up in him, getting ready to spurt out of him. 
To land deep inside her fertile pre-teen womb.

He could see her months later, growing fat with his
child.  Her mother and father proud of their little
woman.

"Here are your drinks."

He was jarred out of his imaginary fantasy as Wendy
placed the pitcher and empty plastic glasses on the
table.  His throat was dry, he tried to swallow to
quench it, but his mouth was dry as well.

He nodded a thank you to her as he tried to regain his
composure as if nothing was wrong.  

"Your pizza will be up in a little while."  She added,
her smile undaunted.

"Thank you."  He managed to croak out as he reached
for the pitcher, quickly pouring himself a glass. 
With one gulp he emptied almost half the glass down
his parched throat.

The cold liquid brought reality back into focus.  He
glanced at the other table again, but the family just
continued their meal.  Unaware of what he had just
imagined them doing with him.

He exhaled heavily as he glanced around the dining
room again; satisfied that no one was onto what was
going on in his mind.  He felt dirty, but excited at
the same time.

His eyes focused back into the game room and all still
seemed well back there.  His gaze falling on a dark
haired teenage girl that reminded him more than a bit
of his own daughter, Cat.

She was wearing a white skirt and yellow top and had
at least three boys around her.  She was acting all
cool and cocky while flirting with all of them in
turn.  Keeping them all at the tip of her fingers,
playing them like they were puppets on strings she was
pulling.  

He wondered if that was what Cat was like when she was
out on her own.  Fully aware of her sexuality and the
power it had over these over hormoned boys.

He couldn't wait for the chance to show his daughter
just what kind of things he had to offer.  Her mouth
was exquisite feeling, but he was planning to give her
more.

He could see himself gripping her by the skirt,
pulling her hips against him.  Grinding her against
his mid section.  His hands reaching up and ripping
open that shirt, exposing her bra.

He could see the look in her face, that she wanted
this as much as he did.  The smoldering to her eyes as
they burned into his face.  She wanted to feel her
father's cock in her; she wanted to feel him throbbing
inside her.

He'd push her bra up, freeing her breasts.  His mouth
descending on them quickly, sucking hungrily at them. 
Teeth biting at her nipples, hard enough to show her
how badly he wanted her, but not hard enough to hurt
her.  To show her what she'd been doing to him these
past few days.

He'd reach down under her skirt and pull her panties
down and off.  He'd bury his face between her thighs,
roughly pushing his tongue between her lips.  Swathing
it back and forth across her flesh.  Stabbing it
deeply into her.  Hear her call his name and beg for
more.  Hear her beg him to fuck her.

Only when he heard her beg for it, then he'd rub the
tip of his cock against her.  Rub it against her clit.
 Make her beg for more and more.  Making her know what
it was like to be teased and tempted so unmercilessly.

When she was whimpering for more, then he'd dip the
tip of his cock into her.  He'd grip her hips, to make
sure she couldn't push any more into her herself. 
He'd hold her there, tantalizingly close, keeping her
right at that moment.

He'd ask her how much she wanted it.  He'd tell her
that she had to beg for it.  That he wanted to hear
her say she wanted her daddy's cock in her.  That he'd
only give it to her when he was sure she wanted it.

Then when she was finally half out of her mind with
desire, and then he'd push himself into her.  All the
while telling her how this is what he did with her
mother sixteen years ago.  The act that he started her
own journey into this world.

He'd tell her that he wanted to hear her describe what
it felt like to have her daddy's cock so deep in her. 
He'd want to hear her describe every motion of it,
every feeling she was having.

He'd feel her skin tight against him, enveloping his
cock.  He'd tell her when he was about to cum.  That
daddy was going to cum in her.  And he'd hear her beg
him to plant his seed into her.


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