This is part three of my story, "Dad, I Have a Question." It isn't absolutely necessary to read the earlier stories to understand this one, but, like I said before, it can't hurt.
PLEASE NOTE: This is part of a completely fictional series about a single father and his daughter. No actual virgins were harmed in the making of this story. Two nights before this chapter begins, the girl, a senior in high school, approached her father with some frank questions about sex.
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In the morning, I woke up on my side, Jamie spooned up tight against me. Her fragrant blond hair caressed my face. She held my hand in hers, cupping a firm young breast, the nipple under my thumb. My morning erection was nestled between her buttocks, the upper side of my shaft pressing against her anus. There was no way I could get out of bed without waking her, so I lay there, remembering the passion and guilt of the day and night before.
She stirred. "Morning, Dad," she yawned, pressing my hand more firmly against her breast. "Did you sleep well?"
"I guess. Honey, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, maybe a little sore, you know, but yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I woke up in the arms of the best man in the world." She rolled over to look at me. "Please don't tell me you feel guilty."
"I'm supposed to feel guilty about what I did to you," I said.
She sat up. "You are dead wrong when you talk about 'what you did to me.' That's not it at all. It's what WE have done FOR each other. All my life you've given me everything I needed, everything I wanted. Well, I needed and wanted to know about sex. Thank you. I'm happy with what's happened, and I want it to happen some more."
"I don't know what to say," I said.
"You don't have to say anything. Keep loving me like you always have. You will always be in my life, in one way or another, and I'll always love you. Now, we just have a new way to express it."
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and got out of bed. "First dibs on the toilet. Meet me in the shower," she said as she left my room.
I lay there, struggling to make sense of it all, and then followed her down the hall.
She was already in the shower. After a much-needed piss, I joined her. "What are you doing today?" she asked.
"Probably grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, and washing the car," I said.
She squeezed past me so I could get under the water. "Kiersten texted me and asked me if I want to go to the mall. Do you mind?"
"Homework?" I asked, squinting through the shampoo in my eyes.
"I can have it done by lunchtime. Why don't you go to the store while I do my homework? I'll make burgers on the grill for lunch when you come home. If I can drive to the mall, I'll wash your car when I get back."
"Deal," I said.
We both behaved in the shower. Of course, our bodies touched, but neither of us really responded. We dried ourselves off, and went to our own rooms to get dressed.
Jamie started her homework as she ate breakfast, and I worked on my store list. It was my turn to do the dishes, and when I was finished, I went back to the table with the Sunday paper. "What are you working on?" I asked.
"Filler stuff. The stupid crap they give you after your senior project is done. It's easy, but there's a lot of it. I'll be finished by lunch."
I read the paper for a while, finished my list, and headed to the store. When I got back, Jamie helped me put the groceries away, and then made lunch. It was a nice day, so we ate outside.
When Jamie left for the mall, she wore a tank top, jeans, and sneakers, and had her blond curls pulled into a ponytail that poked through the back of a baseball cap. She always dressed that way on weekends, but she looked so different to me now.
I was full from lunch, so I puttered around the yard for a while before getting out the mower. It actually started on the third pull and kept running, so I was done with our yard in decent time. I was glad, since it was unseasonably warm. Summer was almost here.
I was just getting dressed after my shower when I heard the girls come in. They were in the kitchen, chattering over their purchases. "You're going to have to shave some to wear your new bikini, you know," I heard Kiersten say.
"I keep it trimmed so nothing pokes out beyond my panties, but you're right, these new bikini bottoms don't cover a whole lot, and yours is skimpier than mine," my daughter said.
"I've been shaving everything down there for about a year," Kiersten said. "You know what they say, 'A man doesn't like burrowing through the jungle to get to the swamp.'"
"Oh, do you have a secret to tell me?" Jamie giggled.
"I wish," Kiersten laughed. "No, but my sister says her boyfriend won't touch her if she even has stubble. He says it's ugly."
"Dad never said anything to me about that," my daughter said.
"Yeah, Mom never talked to me about it either.... Wait, are you saying your dad has seen you, you know, without your panties?" Kiersten gasped.
"Well, yeah, sure. We only have one bathroom. Sometimes, when you gotta go, you gotta go," Jamie said.
"So wait, you're saying you've actually gone into the bathroom and peed while your dad's in there?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what does he do?" Kiersten asked.
"Keeps on shaving, or showering, or whatever."
"Showering? You mean you've seen him naked?"
"He usually doesn't shower with his clothes on," Jamie deadpanned.
"Have you seen him from the front?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God!" Kiersten squealed. "That's so hot! Does he have a big, um,... I mean, is he..., like, is it...."
"Kiersten, for Heaven's sake! Does he have a big dick? Is that what you're asking? Well, I don't have anything to compare it to except pictures, but it looks pretty nice to me."
"Wow, your dad and you perv on each other in the bathroom! That's so cool! That's so naughty!" Kiersten bubbled.
"You're sick, you know that, Kiersten? I love you like a sister, but you're just sick," Jamie giggled. "Oh! Now, speaking of sisters, you share a bathroom with yours, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, so what?"
"Everyone says your sister's hot, right? I think she is. I'm sure you've seen her naked. Do you think she's hot, Kiersten?"
"Stupid question. She's done swimsuit modeling. Of course she's hot!"
"Don't you sometimes find that sort of interesting?" Jamie asked.
"Interesting?"
Jamie sounded exasperated when she said, "Yes, interesting. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to touch her, or to have her touch you?"
There was a short silence before Kiersten answered, "Yes. Okay, yes. But I've never done anything and neither has she. We just wouldn't."
"That's the way it is with Dad and me," Jamie said. "He hasn't been out on a date for as long as I can remember. He's still young enough that you'd think he'd be horny as hell, wouldn't you? And yes, I think my Dad is hot, too. I wouldn't mind a bit if I wound up with a guy like him."
