By dinnertime the next day, it became obvious that Joanna had in fact spilled the beans to Jack about what she and Vanessa had in mind--not to mention the history of her venture into girl-on-girl sex and Vanessa's own encounter with Eileen.
Over dinner Jack was staring at each of his females one after the other in an attitude of stupefied amazement. He hardly said a word, merely gawking at his ex-wife, his young lover, and his daughter as if they had revealed themselves to be Sirens or mermaids or succubi or some other supernatural creatures.
Vanessa was a little dumbfounded also. She realized that by next morning she could say she had slept with each member of this remarkable family. Just thinking of that made her blush uncontrollably at odd moments.
Around 10 p.m., as everyone was lounging in the living room, Joanna stood up, came over to Vanessa, held out her hand, and said, "I think it's time, dear."
Vanessa accepted the proferred hand, and the two women walked slowly up the stairs. Jack watched their every move until they were out of sight. About half an hour later, Eileen went up to bed, and Jack followed soon after.
Eileen had left her door partly open, and as she was lying in bed reading she saw her father trudge disconsolately along the hallway. She called out, "Hey, Dad! Come over here!"
Jack, who was wearing only a thin robe over his briefs, stood still with a jerk. He nervously poked his head into his daughter's room. "What is it, dear?" he said.
Eileen patted the empty side of her queen-size bed. "Lie down here for a minute."
Jack's jaw dropped. As he inched into her room he felt vaguely that he was trespassing. In all the years that Eileen had spent in this house, he'd gone into her bedroom no more than a dozen times. She had been very insistent on her privacy.
"Lie down here, Dad," she said more emphatically. "And take that silly robe off."
"What?" he said. "I--I'm just wearing my underwear!"
Eileen rolled her eyes. "Dad, come on! We're all adults here."
"Wh-what exactly do you want?"
"Just a little chat. It's been a while since we had a real
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He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. Standing by the bed, looking down sheepishly at his daughter, he whipped the robe off, then dashed under the covers in about two seconds. Eileen gave her patented smirk, vastly amused at his discomfiture.
Now that Jack was here, in this disturbingly intimate setting, it occurred to him that he had some things to talk about with Eileen also.
"So..." he began hesitantly, "you and Vanessa."
"Yup," she said smugly.
"You--you liked it with her?"
"Did I ever!"
"She's really pretty, isn't she?"
"No doubt about it."
"And yet, she's a little sensitive about her breast size."
"Oh, those darling little breasts! They're the cutest things I've seen in a long time. I hope you're suitably appreciative of them."
"I think I am." After a pause: "Do you think she enjoyed herself with you?"
"Yes, if I do say so myself. She came a bunch a times, let me tell you!"
"I had no idea she..."
"I don't think she did either; but she took to it like a duck to water. I'm beginning to think a lot of women are natural lesbians; they just don't know it. No offense to you, dear father o' mine, but there are times when even straight women get a bit tired of tending to that organ of yours. It's so damn insistent, and wants so much attention! Sometimes it's just a relief not to have it around, so we women can focus on our own needs."
"I like to make women come," Jack said defensively. "And I think I do a damn good job of it."
"Good for you. Lots of other men, I hear, aren't so considerate."
"I guess you heard about your mom too--what she did during her college days?"
"I did. What a shame she didn't tell me earlier! It would have helped me a lot as I was figuring out my own sexual orientation."
By this time Eileen had slunk down onto her side and rested her entire body against her father's. He was rather unnerved at the feel of her large breasts, covered only by her flannel nightgown; and he could swear he felt the thick, curly bristles of her bush rubbing up against his hip.
Jesus!
he thought.
She can't possibly be tryng to come on to me! I'm her dad, and she's a lesbian to boot!
But that's when Eileen gently laid a hand on his groin. "What do we got here, Dad?" she said, softly stroking his underwear, where his member was rapidly hardening.
"Eileen, for God's sake what are you doing?" Jack cried.
"You know," she said contemplatively, "I have to admit I've been developing a curiosity about this strange little object. It behaves in such a peculiar way, doesn't it, Dad?"
"Eileen, you mustn't--"
She ignored him. Flinging the blanket aside, she pulled his briefs down with a quick motion and exposed his cock to her gaze.
"I take it back," she said with admiration. "It's not so little. I gather this is a little bigger than average?"
Jack, giving his daughter a deer-in-the-headlights look, could only mumble, "Yes, a little bigger than average."