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Chapter 2

Dear Diary.

Even though my parents are getting divorced, they still act as civilized as possible (if it’s ever possible) to one another. To look at them, you would never think there was anything wrong in the family. Mom still has her little jabs, and dad still does all the little things that annoy her. But more interesting things happened today! I tested dad to see if he was getting hard-ons because of me and boy oh boy was I in for a surprise!

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It was mid-morning by the time Isabella woke up the next day. She padded out to visit the bathroom and then a quick look around the house confirmed that both her parents had already long left for work. So she settled into her normal summer routine. She stayed in her pajama top as she perched herself at the kitchen table and poured herself a bowl of cereal and made a slice of buttered toast. She munched on her breakfast as she gazed at the TV across the way in the living room. But she wasn’t really watching it, her mind was off thinking about the events of last night. And she got that warm feeling remembering how she fantasized her father fucking her as she watched that video. She pressed her bottom down against the cold hard wood of the dining chair, loving the feel of it pressing against her clit, which was covered only by her thin panties

Today she would come up with a way to get back in her father’s lap and see if he would get hard again. It was easy, she would just have to pretend to be upset again and her father would gladly let her sit with him for comfort. Happy with her simple plan, Isabella took her dishes to the sink and washed them. There she found a note from her mother sitting on the counter top.

Isabella, your father will be home early today, and I will be home at 4, don’t worry about dinner, please take the roast out of the freezer so it can defrost. –love you, mom

“Ha!” Even better, she would have dad all to herself for a while. Happy, Isabella went upstairs and got dressed in her bike shorts and top, she laced up her shoes and headed out for a quick bike ride. It was already noon , by the time she got back and took a shower, her dad should be home at any time. Isabella locked up the house and took off on her daily bike ride. She went up and down the blocks of her neighborhood until her calves and thighs started to burn, and sweat was starting to make her shirt stick to her skin. She didn’t let up until she was sure that at least thirty minutes had past. Then she turned around and cut down the main road back home. She was back in five minutes.

She locked up her bike in the backyard and rushed inside, tossing her helmet on the dryer as she crossed the washroom. A quick glance at the clock showed it was almost one. Her exercise lasted a little longer than she thought, and that was okay. She made her way upstairs to her room and carefully picked out some clothes. Levi shorts and a yellow tank top. Normally her mother refused to let her outside in tank tops unless she was going to the pool, but Isabella figured it would help in her mission to make her father hard again.

She jumped in the shower, and soaped up her body. It was then that she was hit with excitement at what she was going to do. It was nothing big, but to her it was a huge step. Would her father suspect her? Would he realize that she was trying to make him horny for her? Her soaped hand caressed her smooth belly and dipped to wash her pussy, her fingers teasing the folds of her pussy and clit. She turned her face to the warm spray of the shower.

“Mmm,….Daddy.” She moaned softly, feeling wicked for saying it out loud. She tried again, following what was said on the video. “…Yes, fuck me Daddy.” She whispered. Her finger danced over her clit, making her knees weak. She pictured her father’s large body pinning her to her bed like in the video, his cock pumping in and out of her. “Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder.” She said louder into the spray of water. “I want your cock in me… please Daddy…put it in my pussy!” She jammed two fingers into her soapy cunt as a small orgasm had her legs shaking. “Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy. Fuck!.. Me!” she screamed. She quickly put her hands out to steady her and her legs trembled. She panted for air; she could feel her face going red.

She had never talked like that before. Would she be able to do it if it really happened? Maybe. She quickly soaped up her pussy and ran a razor across the small mound, leaving only a small oval –like patch of hair. She quickly shaved her legs so they would be extra smooth in her shorts. She washed and conditioned her hair before jumping out and drying off. She used the hair dryer on her long hair and then kept it down. Blue panties, bra, her tank top and shorts. Her shorts came to mid thigh. Any shorter and her mother would have burned them. She hurried down the stairs, happy to see that no one was home to overhear her screams of pleasure. She watched some TV on the sofa, her eyes going to the clock. Two, two-thirty… two forty-five . When was he coming? Mom would be back by four.