Half the family didn't know it, but as we ate dessert that Saturday night in October, two of us were celebrating an anniversary. To my wife and son, it was simply a treat to have some fantastic chocolate cake with marshmallow icing from renowned local bakery La Bonbon Fille. To my beloved daughter Laura and I was the celebration: it had been one sugar-sweet week since she had lovingly used her mouth to please her first man to orgasm. I, naturally, was that very pleased man.
Sitting around the table, I am sure that we looked like the perfect, happy family. For my part, I could only concentrate on Laura. At 18, she was still a vibrant, naive girl. Her blue eyes were large and expressive and framed by her lovely chocolate brown hair which she almost always kept down. My daughter also had a subtle sense of humor: she was wearing a new pink and gray long sleeve shirt from Victoria's Secret. Over the dinner table she would look at me and smirk, knowing that only a week ago I had given her a pink bikini from the same store. I took pictures of her wearing it... and not wearing it. Our lovely, dirty secret. In the past week, with no real opportunity to be with her again, I had returned to those pictures a number of times over the week for my pleasure. Laura was a tall girl--5'8"--with long legs. She once had a thin body. Recently, however, puberty had come and with it had come her wonderful breasts and curves. She needed to wear a 38D-cup bra, though her fast-growing body meant that she still had some smaller bras. I took delight in seeing her spilling out of those. My daughter was also plump in her tummy, something that she was very self-conscious about.
My lustful gaze at my only daughter was broken by my wife speaking. "It's a great cake, hon. But I don't know why you got so much! We're all trying to cut down on the sweets." Her eyes jumped to Laura and back--she didn't mean "we," she meant "Laura."
I smiled at my wife, but let a bit of authority creep into my voice. "Everyone deserves a little treat now and then. Anyone want more?" Laura's eyes snapped up, and I felt satisfaction. "Laura, how about you?" I asked as I cut another piece. She blushed and smiled and stammered, ultimately saying yes. After all, why would she say no to me?
After dessert was finished, I declared that I had some important work to do in my basement home office. My wife and daughter started to clear the table; when my wife stepped into the kitchen, I held Laura back a moment. "When everyone is asleep, see me. I have another present for you."
I didn't wait for her response, instead heading to the basement with a half-filled bottle of whiskey.
I did indeed have work to do, but as my wife settled into her nighttime routines and my son prepared to go out for a bit, I drank more and worked less. I grew impatient and frustrated that Laura was not downstairs--this despite the fact that she was following the directions that I gave her. I kept fiddling with the brown paper bag at my desk. It held the latest silken, sinful gift for her--and she wasn't downstairs for it!
I was in the middle of another glass--the bottle was looking low--when at long last I heard the basement door open. I glanced at the clock: 11:51. Still our anniversary. I heard Laura walking down the stairs. She walked slowly, and when she turned the corner I knew why.
She was wearing her white high heels, having clearly remembered the discussion last Saturday about her rear end looking so much better in them. In addition to the heels, she was wearing her normal bedtime attire: silk shorts, this time blue, and an old, frayed yellow tank top. Her clothing was not meant to wow the viewer, but I nonetheless found her soft body most appealing. The fact that her nipples were very clearly hard beneath the think tank top helped as well.
"You are late," I said pointedly.
She looked slightly shocked and confused. "But Jason just went out and Mom just went to bed... you said to come down--"
"Yes, yes, whatever," I answered dismissively. "We only have a little bit of time left to today, and I bought you something." I smiled. "Another present."
Laura's confusion melted into genuine appreciation. "Awww, that's so sweet Daddy! Is it another bathing suit?"
I laughed softly. "No, not a bathing suit. Here, take a look." I handed her the brown paper shopping bag. "I'm sorry it isn't in a gift bag. I had to keep it in something that wouldn't catch your mother's eye."
With the mention of her mother, Laura paused for just a moment. I couldn't tell if she was feeling guilty or not. Either way, when she took hold of the bag the feeling clearly passed. Out of the bag she took a pile of sheer, green sea-foam material. Holding it up, my daughter smiled: it was a thin lace babydoll with garters. Out of it fell matching bottoms and a pair of black stockings.
"Oh, Daddy, it's just beautiful! Thank you so much!" She came to me in my chair and hugged me joyfully, her smile ear to ear. She kissed my cheek and started to back up.
"Laura..." I said, my voice filled with a control that belayed my drunken state. "That's how you kiss me in front of people. Come back. Sit on the arm of the chair." Her babydoll still in hand, she returned and sat. I put my hands on her soft cheeks, staring into those deep, lovely blue eyes. Softly, I said, "This is how you kiss me when we are alone." I pulled her to me, and our mouths met. Her lips were soft and full and moist, and I could feel her body relax against mine. I kissed softly across her cheek, then down it. I planted wet, slow, tongue-flicked kisses where her neck met her collarbone, and her body involuntarily tensed up in a most delicious manner. I held her close to me, continuing.
My daughter let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "God, Daddy..." she softly cooed.
I pulled my head back, smiling warmly at her. "Now go in the other room and put on your lovely present. That's a good girl."
