Vera is silent. I take my fingers for the stone and pull myself. Vera's sphincter strains without letting go of a toy. Pulling the buttock off harder and doing the stone trick again, but not slowly. Ring of the anus, covering the metal flat cone, begins to release it out.

What a big ... how is she ...? Emptying the hole, she shrank compassionately and just as quickly opened up asking for the toy that was in my hand.

I looked at Vera, she still lay with her hands over her face. It seems that now she realized that she had hit seriously. Not only is she on the Internet spreading her legs in front of someone there, so now it is.

- Well, you know that already ...

Suddenly the door slammed for both of us!

- Get dressed! - Alive!

I throw the toy on the bed, go out to meet my wife.

I was in a state of shock, but it seems that for the whole evening my daughter and I managed not to show it, and Olya did not notice anything. I did not know where to put myself, I wanted to tell my wife, but for some reason I did not do it. This toy, why, I do not understand? Vera did not behave too calmly, looked askance at me, and when I noticed this, she immediately hid her eyes from me, blushing with ears, my mother even thought that she was sick, but the thermometer showed 36.6.

In bed, my wife immediately fell asleep, but my thoughts did not give me peace of mind, all the same and all about the same. I had to take that toy from her, the unexpected arrival of my wife confused me, and I foolishly left her daughter! Attempts to find a more comfortable position for sleeping did not succeed, and I carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Olya, went to the kitchen to take a few sips of water.

In the corridor there was pitch darkness, but by controlling the location of the right wall with your hand you could easily reach the kitchen already lit by moonlight. Why, just faint light came from the doorway between the door leading into the room and the floor, just like yesterday.

Is she again for her? I gently pushed the door.

Vera was lying on her side facing the wall, the dim light of a night lamp above the bed illuminated the room gloomily. I stood quietly, not moving, looked around, the computer was on the table off. Probably just fell asleep with the lights on.

- Ver ... sleep?

In response, silence. I walk up to the bed, reach for the switch, click, leaving us in darkness. Something did not allow me to just leave the room, this surging insomnia, these questions without answers. I reached for the lamp again, turning on the light. The girl lies with her head on the pillow, her face is relaxed, her hair is hidden behind the ear, breathing is even, hardly pretending ..

But now I'm more interested in something else. I sit down next to the bed on the floor, gently take hold of the edge of the blanket and throw it over my daughter's body. She wears yellow pajama shorts. I lightly touch the index finger to the place where the stone is supposed to stick out, but it seems there is nothing there. He pulled the blanket, covering his daughter, wanted to get up already, but unexpectedly for me, Vera threw him back with a hand, did she pretend or woke up?

- Ver? I whispered softly.

Leaving me unanswered, she twisted on the bed, tightening her shorts to her knees, sorting out with them, covered her buttock with her palm and pulled her to the side, showing me the emptiness of her anus. Elastic pink ring barely noticeably revealed. After waiting a few seconds, apparently so that I could be sure for sure that she no longer does what she did there, the palm let go of her buttock, they closed behind the ring from the eyes. I wanted to break the silence. But having rummaged somewhere under the blanket, her hand returned, holding that very toy, putting her hand behind her back, she gently placed it next to her booty.

A little hesitated, I came to my senses.- Great, I take her, you don't need it, you shouldn't play such toys! I grab her, clenching in my fist, get up, leave the room, in the corridor I notice the riser that bulged my panties, I try not to attach any importance to this, I lie down in bed, hiding the contents of my hand in the bedside table.

I forgot to have a drink, damn it, okay, I'll manage ... Immediately I fall asleep.

Part 2.

A week after that incident. The cardinal changes in the behavior of the daughter and in me too. Not a good feeling that I try to drive away from myself, like a weed growing in me. It was hard not to notice the tension of Verino. We seldom meet with our eyes, avoid unnecessary talk. This is bad, very bad, I need to talk to her.

This morning, on the way to work, I have to give her a lift to class. In the car, the music is playing softly, the daughter is the first to break our silence.

- Dad?

- What?

- Can I get back the cork? Trying to give a joking intonation is not a simple question.

- What kind of traffic jam?

- Well, the one that you took at night ... - Then ... a week ago.

- I threw her out.

- Yes, okay ...? - Nuuu damn ... - We'll have to buy a new one.

Vera turned away to the window, trying not to take my eyes off the road, looked briefly at her.

- No, I do not have to. - Do not you understand that you are forbidden to do such things?

- Why?

- Yes, even just ... - because! - That should be enough for you, I am your father and I now decide what you can and cannot do.

- Pfff ... some kind of garbage ..

- What?! I asked sharply.

- I'm not small, what I want is what I do ... this is my body.

- How? - Repeat..

- You heard. She crossed her arms over her chest. “What will you do, beat me again?”

- Well, why, if this does not help, there are other methods of dealing with protesting teenagers. “Today I’ll turn off the Internet for you, you will continue to behave this way, and tell all the mothers.”

- Yes, and do not care. Indifferently answers Vera.

- Well, let's see.

Angry and boiling, Vera stretched down to her feet, pulls off her sneakers from her feet and revealingly throws her legs on the torpedo, with her feet in the window.

She already did this before and knows that it makes me very angry.

- Take it away.

- Not!

- Veraaaaaa, do not make me angry, now take your feet off the torpedo!

- Haha ... pulled her socks. - Nope ..

Sharply moving from the Moscow Ring Road to the pots on the empty parking lot, Vera is swinging to the side, she grabs the door handle but does not remove her legs. I stop without turning off the engine. I stretch to my daughter's feet, roughly grab and put one on the floor.

- Ay ..

I do the same with the other, the daughter begins to resign, tries to lift her legs back.

- What kind of kindergarten? Having ceased to struggle, I sit back in my chair, Vera, taking advantage of this, returns the legs back to the torpedo.

- Do you want to walk on foot?

He is silent, looking somewhere ahead, insisting on his own.

- Are you crazy? - What do you think that I will allow you to continue to do this? - No, never your tricks here, these will not help you. I nodded toward her legs. - You'll be on the subway now, congratulations, I achieved my goal.

Starting to move. Vera turned away from me, looked out the window. - I like...

- Oh, I do not doubt, lately you only do that you scoff at me.

- When are watching.

- What? I asked again, not understanding.

- Lord. Beats hands on a seat, evil looks at me. - I like it when they look at me when I masturbate!

My eyes became noticeably wider from what I heard, I digest the information more than necessary. - Nonsense some, you still do not know what you like and what does not.

- Well, yes of course, but you know everything for me, yes?

- Damn Ver ..

- Yes, everything ... leave me alone. Without letting me finish, interrupted me. - Let's go, late. She put her legs down, freeing the torpedo.

I drove back wedging into the stream of cars. And he occupied his thoughts with only one thing: Like when they look? ... Read more →