Fiona
Well, hello there, Daddy. I don't know what I've done to deserve this, but it looks like you have a present for me? I'd really like to give you something, too...
...Is not what I say, but I think it! I think it a lot.
At first I'm embarrassed to let Daddy see me this way. I know Emily says it's just us, but I've never acted obviously slutty in front of him. I mean, sometimes Emily and I talk during sleepovers or whatever, and we can definitely um... do the talking part of that whole "talk the talk" thing, but neither of us has done any walking. We do not walk the walk.
So the fact that I'm standing in front of Daddy in a yoga outfit that's too tight and looks kind of slutty on me is embarrassing at first, but then when I see Daddy's reaction. Oh my...
I don't think Emily notices. She's kind of blind to that sort of thing. Not that I'm the most knowledgeable and experienced girl, either. If Daddy weren't wearing sweat pants that clearly show a juicy outline of his cock I would probably just think he had something in his pocket. Maybe his wallet or cell phone or I don't know.
It makes me wonder if I've missed seeing his beautiful erect cock before now? I hope not. I've always wondered, and I don't think that makes me a good girl, but for Daddy I would try to be very very good...
"Are we ready?" Emily asks, hopping away from the TV and taking up her starting yoga position.
"Yeah," Grey says, grunting the word.
"Ready!" I say, clapping once.
I feel kind of slutty again, because the only reason I clapped was so I could push my arms together a little and make my boobs bounce. I want to see if Daddy will notice and what he'll do if he does.
I don't have a chance to figure it out, though. The yoga lesson starts and we get right into it.
We begin with simple poses while we're standing up. Mountain, and then Warrior, with a few variations here and there. We realize we have a problem after we finish our first set of Warrior poses. Emily pauses the routine with the TV remote.
"I guess the living room is kind of a tight fit," Emily says, contemplative.
"Yeah..." Daddy says. "I can go hang out in my room while you two finish up if you want."
"No no no," Emily says, shaking her head. "Here, let's do this."
We were all in a line before, Daddy in the middle with Emily and myself on either side of him. Emily scoots her brother back a little, and moves me away slightly, then she goes to the side next to both of us, sort of in between. Now we're more like a triangle than a line, and it does give us a little more room to work with.
"I think this'll work," Emily says. Before me or Daddy can object, she continues our TV yoga lessons.
We do a Tree pose, then Triangle. So far so good, and we do have a lot more room to work with like this. Eventually we head to the floor for some ground poses, though. And, um...
I'm sorry, Daddy?
The lesson picks up a little from here. We go into a Upward Facing Dog pose, which shifts into a Cow, immediately to Cat, and ending with Downward Facing Dog. It's kind of a fast transition, but they're all things I've done before so it's not too complicated. The first time I do it, I almost tip over at the last transition, though.
"Careful!" Emily says, smiling over at me.
Daddy doesn't say anything, and it's at that exact moment when I realize what sort of view he has. It's my butt. And my thighs. Might as well add everything in between my thighs, because these yoga pants aren't hiding anything.
I look over and give Emily an encouraging smile, but in reality I'm trying to see if I can sneak a peek at Daddy. I'm happy to report that I can.
The next time we do our Dog-Cow-Cat-Dog transition, I pretend to slip a little. I don't know why. I'm being bad right now. Daddy might have to punish me later. I know he won't, but it's so tempting, and I don't know if I'll ever have this chance again.
I look over my shoulder at Grey and I smile.
"Am I doing this right, Daddy?" I ask him. "How's my form?"
It's really cute how hard Daddy's trying not to stare at my ass. He pulls his gaze away from my butt and looks me in the eyes, doing his best to smile back at me.
"Uh... good," he says, swallowing hard. "You're doing good, Fiona. Just do the transition slowly and it's not that hard. Take your time."
"Alright, Daddy. Thank you."
I go slower next time. I tease it out, moving as slow as I can while still following along with the instructor on the TV. Emily performs her yoga poses next to us, completely oblivious. When we shift into our Cat-Cow poses, I pretend that I'm getting ready for Daddy's cock. He's waiting and about to thrust into me. When we go into Upward Facing Dog, I imagine that Daddy's cock is deep inside me and I'm laying on his bed, my back arched up while ecstasy pounds into me over and over.
I want it so bad...
We do more yoga, and each and every pose suddenly feels sexual to me. I don't think this is what meditation and zen is like. Maybe tantric meditation. I wonder if Daddy would do some tantric yoga with me? The kind where our bodies come together in different positions and it's almost like we're having sex. I'm sure we could have sex at the same time, which would make it even more fun, don't you think?
The instructor finishes with a soothing "Namaste" and a gentle bow. I'm breathing heavy at this point. That was definitely a workout, but not the kind I expected. Emily's sweaty, too. Daddy is...
...hurrying out of the living room and heading to his bedroom down the hall.
"Grey?" Emily calls after him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," he says. "Just hot. I'm going to take a shower. You two clean up and then let's head to dinner."
"Um... sure..." Emily says, confused. To me, she adds, "Do you think that was too hard for him? I know it's different for guys, but I don't think that was any worse than our usual yoga class."
I shrug. "There were some parts that might have been a little harder," I say.
And by that I mean I'm pretty sure Daddy's cock was harder. I hope Emily didn't notice me teasing him. As much as I enjoyed that, um...
Emily's my best friend and I really don't want to ruin anything between us. He's hers, too, and I realize that. I know it's in a different way, but even still, that's what makes this harder for me. I can't, and yet I want to, and...
"Do you mind if I take a shower first?" Emily asks me. "I'll try not to be too long. I'll bet you can use Daddy's shower if he finishes before me. I'll let you borrow my makeup after, too."
"Sure," I say, smiling.
Emily gives me a quick hug and then runs up the stairs to her room. Daddy's bedroom is on the first floor down the hall.
I keep smiling and I try not to smirk, but, um...
I'm going to be good. I won't be bad. I can't be bad. I need to be a good girl for Daddy, which means I definitely can't do what I want to do.
Except I really want to do it...