And he wanted me, she thought, turning over so she was lying on her stomach. Almost involuntarily, she pushed her groin into the mattress, enjoying the pressure on her pubis. I could tell. His eyes got big. And

I think his cock did, too.

And then Maria had to come in and ruin everything. Her Lips tightened as she remembered how the moment had been shattered, her father jumping guiltily away from her.

Probably for the best, I guess, she thought, getting up. She walked aimlessly around the room, trying to work off a Little of her nervous energy. For the past several days she had felt high-strung and jittery, as if she had been drinking coffee non-stop. Good thing I didn't actually try to kiss Daddy. Maria probably would have told Mom, and then there's no way the two of them would get back together. Mom would hit the roof. Even to herself the words sounded unconvincing.

But oh, the thought of being with her father haunted her. She imagined the feel of his hands on her, strong but gentle. How his mouth would taste. How his body would look when she peeled his clothes away. How his cock would feel, hot and hard, plunging into her wet horny channel...

With a start, she realized she had unbuttoned her shorts, and her fingers had dipped below the waistline of her panties, playing with her lips. They felt hot and swollen under her questing fingers, and she shivered as one finger danced across her clit. She stared vacantly out the window as she pleasured herself. This is wrong, she thought. Daddy isn't mine. He's Mom's. I should be happy he's back and they're trying to get back together.

But I want him, she wailed in the silent recesses of her mind. She glared at the workshop, the lights in the windows glowing in the distance. I'm tired of boys who don't know what they're doing, fumbling around in my pants like it's a treasure map and they lost the instructions. I bet Daddy wouldn't need any help finding my button.

She tore off her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting them fall to the floor. Her panties soon followed. She caressed her breasts dreamily, imagining her hands were her father’s. She pinched one pink, pebbled nipple, biting down on her Lip to keep from moaning aloud.

God, I'm so horny. I should call someone. Dave. Or Micah. Anyone who can scratch my itch.

But instead she stayed at the window, her hands roaming over her body, waiting for something she couldn't even name. The prospect of putting on her clothes and driving to someone's house palled in comparison to the lovely feelings coursing through her. Every nerve end seemed to be hypersensitized, every part of her body ready for love. She parted her nether Lips with one damp finger and slowly pushed it inside her, smiling slowly as her flesh eased open to accommodate this welcome invader.

In the distance the door to her father's workshop opened. Two figures exited, walking close together. It only took her seconds to recognize her parents. They walked slowly towards the house, their bodies brushing. In the evening darkness, she could not make out the expressions on their faces, but as they came closer, Sarah saw her mother's arm was curled possessively around her father's waist. Then her eyes widened with hurt. Her father had his hand on her mother's breast, palming her tit lovingly. They stopped just before they reached the back porch and kissed, their bodies fitting together as if they had been meant for each other in the Light from the back windows.

It took Sarah a few moments to realize she was crying. Tears, hot with shame and grief, dripped onto her breasts, making salty trails on her skin. The proof of her parent's Love made her desires feel petty and small. How could I think of coming between them? They are so beautiful together.

After an endless moment, they disappeared from her view. Instinctively, she knew they were going to come upstairs and make love. The very thought of being nearby, almost close enough to hear them, was unbearable. Working quickly, her hands shaking, she pulled on her shorts and her shirt. She left the bra and her damp panties on the carpet, and hurried down the front staircase, hoping to avoid them altogether.

She was rounding the curve of the staircase, almost down to the ground floor, when she ran into her brother. He was obviously on his way up to his bedroom, and he rocked back when her headlong flight brought her crashing into his chest.

"Slow down, Sis," he said, clutching the bannister to keep them from tumbling down the remaining stairs. He peered at her face in the dim light of the stairwell. "Hey, are you all right?”

“Leave me alone," she snapped. She tore away from his protective grasp and clattered down to the basement, ignoring Alex's confused reply.

Once there, she slammed the door closed and slapped the deadbolt home, locking herself in.

I'll watch some porn, she decided. It's Friday night, there's got to be some good soft-core stuff on Skinemax. And if I can't find anything,

I'll order it off of pay-per-view.

Rachel drew Josh inside the house, smiling. From the front staircase came the sound of the kids quarreling. Sarah said something snappishly, muffled by distance. They could hear Alex's peevish retort, then the sound of the basement door slamming closed.