Author's Declaration: The only two characters in this story are both over the age of 18.
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SATURDAY MORNING
It was still pre-dawn when I stirred awake. For a few moments I'd forgotten where I was. That is, I knew I was in my own home, but not in my own bedroom. The small warm body breathing beside me brought it all back in striking detail: I was naked in bed with my own 18-year-old daughter, and I had taken her virginity just hours ago. My heart raced at the thought. What had I done? How would Cait react once she woke up?
With mixed emotions of lust, love and apprehension, I played back the events of the previous evening: the drinks, the dinner, the Sex Talk, then the fateful tickle fight...and making love! With a warmth of trust and openness I would never have expected, my daughter had asked to see my penis, and this had quickly led to kissing and stripping. With wild abandonment of mature thought or consideration of repercussions, I took my daughter's virginity. What's more, rather than use a condom or pull out as any logical thinking man should have done, I had ejaculated directly into Cait's unprotected pussy. I could very well have bred my own grandchild last night!
Amazingly, after the deed had been done, rather than recoil and run from what she'd just done with her own father, Cait had simply leaned up against the couch with me, both of us completely naked, and gently mopped at her sperm-dripping pussy while we sipped on our final night cap of the evening. That's when I found out that Cait wasn't on any form of birth control. That's also when she told me that she wanted to have me again, and she never wanted a condom to interfere with our love-making. Knowing that the poor girl would be sore from her first sexual encounter (and me having a significantly larger-than-average penis to boot) I had finally acted like a father and put my daughter to bed, promising that we'd have all weekend (while Mom was out of town) to have more sex. Of course, when I'd put her to bed I'd also climbed into her queen-size bed
with
her, and that's where we were both dozing, both still fully nude.
I was on my back, and Cait was curled up against my right side. She was using my right arm for a pillow, and she had one hand draped over my chest with her legs loosely intertwined with mine. The lights were off in her bedroom, but there was some light coming through the open door from the hallway that was casting a faint illumination on us. The warmth of our connected naked bodies meant no need for a sheet or blanket over us. I rubbed my eyes for a moment and took a good long look at my daughter's nude form. She was absolutely flawless, absolutely perfect. One of her large breasts was squished warmly against my ribs. I studied the curve of her exposed hip and buttocks. I felt my cock stir, pressing against her leg. It was very possible that Cait would wake up in an hour or two, now quite sober, and completely freak out about what we had done. But for now, in this moment, it was perfection, and in this moment I was completely and utterly in love and in lust with my beautiful daughter.
But I also had to pee. Badly.
I was loathe to untangle myself from Cait, worried that doing so would wake her, and upon waking our dream might turn into a nightmare. But my bladder would only hold out for so long. So, as slowly and as gently as possible, I began to maneuver myself from my daughter's naked embrace. In the early hours of the morning, I was still feeling the effects of all the booze we'd consumed, so I could only assume (and hope) that such amounts of booze would keep Cait and her smaller, inexperienced form comatose for just a little while longer. I took almost five full minutes to disengage from her, and she appeared to remain dead to the world that whole time. Thank goodness!
I gently swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly so as not to jerk the bed around on its springs. Once I was standing, I glanced back to confirm she was still out. I took a deep breath, and the distinct (and sweet) smell of my daughter's bedroom filled my nostrils. With whatever hair products and lotions she used, Cait had a very lovely and distinct aroma about her. But I could also smell traces of our combined bodily fluids—the smell of sex—and it would forever alter my established "Scent of Cait."
To further avoid waking Cait I padded down the hallway to the guest bathroom to use the toilet. I would possibly make too much noise in Cait's bathroom, and for some reason I didn't want to travel the extra steps to the master bathroom, as if to enter the private domain of my wife and me would bring back reality too fast. So I stood over the bowl in the guest bathroom and let loose a solid steady stream of urine. I had to choke off the desire to let out a loud moan of relief, because only as I now pissed did I realize just how
badly
I'd needed to go. As I held my penis steady during this epic pee, I felt a little crustiness in my pubic hair. I smiled knowing that this was from the combined bodily fluids of my daughter and me. My penis thickened slightly as my mind recalled our love-making, but fortunately my flow of pee continued...and continued...until finally it slowed to a trickle and I gave my cock it's customary little shake at the end. I reached forward to flush but hesitated, figuring I could come back and do that later in the morning, after my girl had awoken. So I turned toward the sink, and in the mirror I suddenly saw Cait standing in the door.
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Cait!" I gasped, startled. How long had she been standing there?
She said, "You
really
had to go, didn't you, poor thing?"
Long enough.
I tried to gauge her attitude. I hadn't turned on the light in the bathroom, so there was still only the light coming form the hallway, and it was casting Cait in silhouette. But while I couldn't exactly see her expression I could tell she was still just as completely nude as I was, so that was a good sign.
"Well," I said, "we drank a lot last night, so yeah, I was ready to pop."
"I know the feeling," she replied, stepping into the bathroom. Seemingly oblivious to me standing right next to her and watching, Cait lowered the toilet seat, sat gingerly upon it, and a few seconds later I could hear her own steady stream of urine splash into the bowl.
She looked up and saw the surprised expression on my face, and she smiled with a shrug. "I got to watch you go pee, seems only fair you get to watch me."
I smiled back. "Makes sense."
As she continued to pee, Cait asked, "Do you and Mommy go pee in front of each other?"
"We're probably not this direct about it with each other when we're both in the bathroom at the same time, but if it's just for a quick pee we rarely close the door."
Admittedly, I found it very erotic to watch my naked daughter going to the bathroom. My swelling penis betrayed what was in my mind, and Cait smiled at it.
"This is fun peeing together, Daddy," she said. "Not sure why. But I hope we can always do this together if it's just you and me."
"Sure, pumpkin."
"But just pee! I don't feel very sexy pooping!"
I chuckled. "That's a fair compromise!"
That was about when Cait finished pissing, and after she dabbed her bald pussy with some tissue and flushed we both washed our hands together.
"It's still night time," Cait said. "Let's go back to bed!"
"No argument here!"
I followed her down the hallway, getting a good well-lit look at her backside for the first time. I was fully erect by the time we entered her room. She climbed back into bed, then turned and saw my cock as I stood by the bed.
"God, Daddy, I will
never
get over how
huge
it is."
I grinned proudly, then tested the waters for future fun. "I hope I didn't make you too sore last night..."
