The wind was gusting outside. Steve sat on the sofa watching the trees blow. Not really watching the trees but rather remembering his wife who was killed I an automobile accident nearly two years ago. It seemed so unfair for her to be taken from him at such an earl age. A tear began to run down his cheek as he sat there remembering the fun times they had shared. The vacations, the evenings out dancing, the times cuddling and especially the great sex they had. Steve broke down sobbing remembering that fateful night. It was her 36th birth day. They finished celebrating when she took her daughters boyfriend home. They were struck and killed by a drunk driver. The accident scene was horrific. Authorities said they died instantly. Steve lost everything that fateful night. Everything except his precious 16 year old daughter.
Nicole was devastated when she heard the news. She kept asking herself "why wasn't I in the car too when mom took him home?" Nicole spent days and then weeks alone in her room. Deeply saddened by the losses Steve enrolled himself and his daughter into counseling to help ease the matter. They would go to counseling three times a week and were able to speak about their feelings. They would cry and hug each other. They would tell each other how they felt. They talked about the good times and bad times. But each time when they left to go home they felt better. They would stop on their way home and reward themselves for having the courage to get through this sad time. Sometimes they would stop for ice cream and sometimes they would stop for burgers.
One time when they went to their counseling the weather was going to be nice so Nicole packed a picnic basket to surprise her dad. She packed all of the amenities that were necessary. Sandwiches, chips, pop, cherry pie, plates, utensils, napkins and even moistened towelettes to wipe their hands afterwards. When they got out of counseling Nicole told her father to drive to the beach so they could have a picnic. When they arrived Nicole retrieved the picnic basket out of the trunk and Steve seemed surprised by the idea of having a picnic. This made Nicole feel good as if she did something special.
Steve carried the picnic basket as Nicole carried a big blanket to sit on. They found a nice clear spot on the beach and opened up the blanket. They sat down across from each other and Nicole opened the picnic basket. She handed her father a paper plate and utensils and then a sandwich. Nicole set her sandwich on her plate then poured each of them some chips. Next she handed her dad a soda and she took one for herself.
As they began to eat they sat there talking about their counseling session. They admitted to each other that they were finally getting over the tragic accident but were still deeply saddened. Upon finishing their sandwiches Nicole handed her father a slice of cherry pie. Steve held out his plate and Nicole slid the piece of pie on to it. Nicole put her piece on her plate and they sat there enjoying it. After they cleaned up the picnic and packaged everything up Nicole stood up and held out her hand to her father and told him "lets walk along the shore."
Steve grabbed a hold of her soft hand and stood up. Steve pulled his shirt off and threw it down on the blanket. They walked towards the water with their arms around each other. They walked barefoot in the water talking the whole time. It was then that Steve began to notice Nicole as more of a woman than as his daughter. She was now 17 and she was developing into a fine looking lady. He noticed her blonde hair as the late day sun shone upon it. It hung just past her shoulders. He noticed her legs didn't look twiggy like a young girls anymore rather they looked more like a models with nice curves accenting her calf muscles and thighs. Steve even noticed how sexy her feet looked as she had her toe nails panted a pretty shade of pink. They walked to the end of the beach and they turned around to walk back. When they turned around that's when Nicole's breast brushed up against her fathers arm. It was then that Steve noticed his daughters breasts were developing nicely. In his mind, his daughter was beginning to look like her mother.
As they walked back to the blanket Nicole began to take notice of her father. She noticed how nice the gray hairs looked as the sun sparkled off of them. She noticed the muscles on his arms were firm and tight along with the rippling muscles of his chest. She admired her dad because he had courage. More courage than she ever thought she could have. She knew her dad was almost 40 but she was really comfortable around him and other people that were older.
As time went on Steve and Nicole began going to counseling less and less. Soon they were down to once a week. Their counselor told them that they were ready to face the world on their own again. Their counselor told them to feel free to call her or even stop by if they needed to talk. Steve and Nicole left that night feeling like they accomplished something. They felt good about themselves and decided to celebrate.
They stopped at a nice place for dinner that night. They were seated in a booth in a quiet section of the dining room. The waitress handed each of them a menu and told them she would be back soon. Steve looked at his daughter and told her if she wanted a drink she could have one. Nicole said "but dad I'm still 17 yet." Her dad told her she was going to be 18 soon and that she deserved it for being so brave. The waitress came back and took their order. Steve a Sirloin steak well done with a baked potato and a beer. Nicole ordered a Shrimp dinner and french fries along with a Fuzzy Navel. As they sat there waiting for their dinners the waitress brought them their drinks. Steve and Nicole began talking about other things more and more and the accident less and less. They would talk about Steve's job and Nicole's school. Nicole rambled on and on about her up coming graduation in a few months.
As they sat there Steve was admiring the beauty of his daughter. There was just something about her that kept him drawn to her. In his eyes she was a spitting image of his wife. As he sat there he was mesmerized by all of the curves of her face. To him, his daughter was the most beautiful person in the world. The waitress served them and they began to eat dinner. Occasionally they would look up and smile at each other. And when that happened Steve noticed something else too. He felt a tingle in his loins. He fought the feeling as he knew it was so wrong. Each time it happened he would think of something like cutting the grass to take his mind off of it.
