Author's Note: While I can happily promise the reader a wonderfully graphic and thoroughly erotic climax to this story, I made a clear choice to allow the sexual relationship between a father and his daughter it to develop at its own pace. I hope you'll appreciate this journey as much as I did.
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SUNDAY MORNING
Fresh out of the shower, I used a washcloth to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror, wondering if I could still make eye contact with my own reflection. What had transpired over roughly the last 36 hours would change my life forever. And not just mine. There could be no going back. Could I live with myself? Could I continue doing what I had just done?
As I began to ponder this existential line of thought, I felt a pair of soft slender hands graze along my naked midsection from behind. One hand reached up along my still-wet chest; the other reached lower and gently circled its slender fingers around the shaft of my long, flaccid penis. I looked down and watched that little hand, and my penis began to thicken once again.
Could I live with myself? Yes.
Then I felt the girl press her moist naked body against me from behind. I caught her reflection as she peeked around, her hair still as wet as mine from the shower we'd just shared.
My daughter smiled at my reflection, and I smiled back.
Could I continue doing what I had just done? Yes.
But I should back up, my friend, and start from the beginning...
LAST MONDAY
Very shortly after my daughter Cait had turned 18, my wife and I began discussing how we needed to have certain "parental conversations" with our only child. Yes, it seemed a little late in the game considering our daughter was already well into her teens, but we justified our procrastination by the fact that Cait had been home-schooled throughout her elementary years, then had attended a prestigious all-girls private boarding academy for high school. With such close monitoring and "protection" from the temptation of the public school system, we had turned out an extremely bright and very capable young women. Intellectually she was light-years beyond any other girl her age. But in the "ways of the world" she was shockingly innocent.
My wife Heather had attended every one of our daughter's gynecological examinations over the years, and she was 100% sure Cait was still a virgin. And we had very good reason to believe that Cait had never so much as
kissed
a boy let alone done anything remotely sexual with one. You may think, my friend, that we kept a short leash on Cait during her home-schooling and boarding school years, but the fact was that we actually gave her as much freedom and privacy as we could. We simply didn't want to subject her to a questionable education from the public school system. And Cait has always been open and honest and quite close to us. Never had there ever so much as a hint of rebellion or otherwise typical teenage resistance toward either Heather or me. But now Cait was 18. She had been accepted into a top-tier university, and reality was setting in: our little girl would be moving out soon.
"Adam," my wife said as we were getting ready for bed for the night, "we still need to cover a few things with Cait before she's off to college."
"Like what?" I asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about, as if that might prevent the inevitable.
I had just finished brushing my teeth and was stripping down for bed. I always sleep nude. My wife was wearing her typical "pajamas" of just panties and an old soft t-shirt. She was sitting up in bed, looking up at me from the puzzle she'd been doing on her iPad. I enjoyed the domesticated view. I loved my wife very much, and at 42 she was still quite beautiful. While she no longer had the thinner 22-year body I had married, she kept in pretty good shape and still had large glorious breasts, which I still enjoyed staring at when I couldn't feel them.
"Oh Adam," she giggled, blushing. "This is an important topic. I can't have it with you standing there completely naked! Get into bed." I grinned and slid under the covers beside her. She closed the cover over her iPad and continued, "We need to talk to Cait about what to expect in college. In the real world."
"Like what?" I asked again. I kind of knew what she was talking about, of course, but I knew I could no longer be childishly naïve.
"You know...like boys...sex...and drinking."
I grimaced. "You don't think she's aware of those things, my dear?"
"Of course I know she's aware of those things, darling! But, well, I feel obligated to give her a very specific and serious talk about it." She sighed, then continued. "I'm realizing that we kept her from facing the reality of such temptations with the education we've given her. When she starts up college she'll suddenly be surrounded by literally thousands of kids her age, half of them boys! The novelty of that, plus the ease of getting booze or drugs at college parties, may overwhelm her."
I reached up and stroked my wife's hair. "Cait's been very easygoing and trustworthy all these hears, honey. I don't think you're giving her enough credit. I'm sure all we have to do is discuss this over dinner tomorrow, remind her that the next phase of her schooling will be much different, full of temptations, but that we love and trust her to make the right decisions. She will respect that."
Heather looked down for a moment, then back up at me. "We do fully trust her, Adam, and I'm sure she knows that already. But think about how
we
behaved in our college years. Both of us came from pretty stable family situations, white picket fences and all that, and yet I know we both went a little nuts in college! I know about the girls you slept with before we started dating, and we were both drunk off our asses more than once!"
"And look how we turned out," I insisted, lightheartedly. "You're one of the top realtors in the state, and I'm a vice president in my company! There is no reason to think that Cait will be any less successful, and we can't be so naïve as to think she'll never be curious about tasting a beer or doing one of those disgusting Jell-O shots or kissing a boy!"
Heather thought about this, absently nodding a little to my logic. But she still had her mind set on something. She said, "I acknowledge that Cait will experience this in college. And we can assume that she's very curious about it. But I think we can de-mystify it a little before she moves out. We need to sit her down and give her a lecture about the risks and dangers of sex...and drinking or drugs."
I chuckled, "You want to give our daughter the "Birds and the Bees" speech?" It seemed a little silly now that Cait was 18.
But Heather was quite serious: "Yes. The Birds and the Bees...and Booze." I raised my eyebrows, and she continued. "It's the Twenty-First Century, and she's 18, so I'm not suggesting we need get as basic as explaining what a penis and a vagina are for. But we need to ensure that she's fully aware of the finer details of sex, especially unprotected sex, in the real world."
"Okay," was all I could really say at the moment. It was weird to think how that conversation would go. And oddly enough, I felt me penis stir just a bit. Well, I was now thinking about sex, and it had been a few days since my wife and I had last made love. So I was naturally becoming aroused. However, it was a good thing Heather had asked me to get into bed before discussing this. I didn't want her to think I was getting an erection caused by a theoretical a sex-talk with my own daughter...
"...so she can get it out of her system."
I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" I'd zoned out for a moment, not realizing Heather was still talking.
"I said, I think we should go ahead and let her try drinking. Here at home. In a controlled environment so she can get it out of her system."
"Really?"
"Sure. Let her have a beer, some wine. Hell, make her one of your martinis if you'd like. If she wants to know what it's like to get drunk, she should do it here, where we can keep an eye on her."
I laughed. "That would be hilarious."
Heather couldn't help but smile as well. "It would be amusing to see our prim little straight-laced daughter get tipsy. But in a way, I almost
