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My project. I have no imagination so I must write true stories. When I found out that Dad was fucking my sister something started to brew inside of me. Was I shocked about it? I think I was surprised because before that day I never expected it. I am sure Mother also did not suspect anything if I didn’t. Was I disappointed in them? I was not, I loved them both and if it made them happy and did no harm to anybody it was fine with me. In any case I was quite sure that Mom had some fun on her own on her very frequent trips with her lady friends. Mandy was quite a few years older than me and out of school already. She held a full- time occupation at that point. She had a steady boyfriend but was still living with us in the family home. Daddy is an architect and works from home and I was attending a school very nearby. It was during one of Mom’s excursions that I walked past Daddy’s room very early one morning and peeped in. I saw Mandy in bed with him and from the way they were both snoring away it was obvious that she was spending the night with him in that bed. I quietly sneaked away and never said a word about it to either of them. But I knew, and the knowledge was eating me. I started to realise after a while that in fact: I was jealous. I started imagining what the “action” between the two of them would have been like. I knew very well what Mandy looked like when naked and very often saw daddy in his swimwear so I could paint the picture. I also started wondering what it would be like for me to be in that bed with him. I started wondering istanbul travesti if it would ever happen to me and how it will start, and when it will be, and lots of other things. To be honest I think I stated to wish Mandy out of the house to give me an opportunity. I was still very young then but I am quite an intelligent young lady so realised soon that if I wanted something to happen I will have to make it happen. The question was: How? Opportunities were not a problem as Daddy and I was alone in the home every afternoon of every weekday. But I had no idea what to do or what to say to draw his attention to me as an available sexual partner. Once I have made up my mind that this is what I wanted to do I started planning carefully and designed a plan that I titled: “Seducing Daddy” in my diary. I have never seduced anyone, I have never been seduced so where does one start? I have seen some movies and read some books – not about seduction but about human nature, so surely I could come up with a plan. So the next thing I wrote in my diary was: “What does the target really like? (What is his weakness?)” It is common knowledge that he likes a good pair of legs. He sometimes makes a remark when such a pair is on TV or even in public he would whisper to one of us: “Those legs are what I want for my birthday.” My Mom, Mandy and me would smile back at him and play along promising to get him some on his next birthday. He is also interested in lady’s shoes and heels. He would immediately notice if one of us has a istanbul travestileri new pair and compliment us especially when it is a sexy sort of pair. There are lots of porn sites on the web for men turned on by the feet of women and I think Dad is one of those guys. The next entry in my diary: “My legs and feet must do the trick!” My project started the very next day. I worked out my timing very well and when Daddy sat down in front of the TV to watch the news I also turned up in the TV room. I came prepared dressed in very short pants and barefoot. I brought with me a bottle of nail polish. As he was sitting on the only sofa in the room I sat down on a chair, put my feet on the armrest and started painting my toe nails. I used a very old fashioned bright red colour that I stole from my mom’s room. At first he did not seem to take notice but when I started on my second foot we started a conversation. I did not look up but concentrated on my painting activity but I was sure he looked at me while talking to me so he must have taken notice. Confirmation came when he held out an ashtray for me to put the cotton wool in once I have finished and removed it from between my toes. He did not mention what I did in the conversation and I kept on participating as normal as possible while kicking with my feet in the air pretending to dry the paint. He turned back his attention to the TV when the next programme started and I left the room a bit disappointed. What more did I expect? I did not know but this could not travesti istanbul be enough as a start to my project. Back in my room I came up with an extension of the plan and quickly painted the toe nails of one foot in a different colour. I went back to the TV room and was relieved to see him still sitting there. “Daddy, which one looks the best?” I asked when I walked up to him hand put my one bare foot on his knee. He looked at my foot for some time and then replied: “Show me the other one.” I took my foot away and put the other foot on his knee. While all his attention was focused on my foot I wriggled my toes pretending to show of the colour better. “Sit here,” he said patting on the sofa next to him, “and hold both feet next to each other.” I then sat down on the sofa and turned so that I could place both my feet in his lap. He cupped the palm of my one foot in his hand and lifted it up to look closer and then put it down and did the same with the other foot. “Both look good, but I think the pink colour suits a girl of your age better,” he replied. Again I went back to my room but this time I could not think of anything else to do to go back and draw attention to my feet again. The project had to continue the next day. Before I fell asleep that night I lay on my bed for a long time. I lay on my back looking at my feet that I have rested on a huge pillow. I pretended that I could still feel his cool, dry hand under the soles of my feet. Remembering how my heart raced when it happened I slid my hand under my panty. I was now really hooked on my project. My next move was to convince Daddy that I needed a new pair of running shoes. I also asked him to take me to the shoe shop. I feel that my staging of the event in the shop was quite good. First of I asked the sales lady to bring me at least five different pairs of running shoes.
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