She had exploded in righteous anger. "Don't try and put the blame on me! I didn't come out there to have sex with you. I just came to say goodnight and you're the one that got all hard and sexed up and wanted to do it with me. And you know what, I would have let you. I would have let you fuck me because your hard cock felt good and I'm desperate for any kind of affection from you! Don't you understand? I wanted you to fuck me."
And then in a softer tone. "Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might like it."
My daughter Tracie, now 18 going on 19, had just spewed these words at me after a heated argument. I was sitting in my favorite chair after leaving her bedroom following the argument, letting my mind wander, thinking of her accusations and remembering many of our times together. Her words stung and were still reverberating in my ears, taunting me into action. I had a lot to think about.
I should have slapped her, or beat her ass for talking to me that way. She wanted ME to fuck her, her dad? There was no doubt she looked gorgeous and had a terrific figure. And was it true I hadn't shown her much affection? Had I failed to be a loving and caring father?
Now she was 18, with only a couple of months remaining in her final year of high school. At the end of the summer she would be leaving home to start college. Sometimes I thought the time couldn't pass fast enough, just to get her out of the house, other times I felt pangs of guilt because I had missed most of her growing up years and now I wanted to make up for lost time.
I drifted back in time and recalled scenes of pleasurable interaction with her. I remembered when we were playing a silly game of 'catch and tell'. I think she and her friends made up the rules but it was kind of like playing tag. If you can catch the other person then they have to tell you a secret. I thought it was kind of stupid and obviously childish. I didn't particularly want to play but heck, she is my daughter and it's a father's parental duty to entertain and do things you don't want to do. I was pleased that she even wanted to play with me as her friend so to speak rather than treating me like a parent that is from another planet. It's nice when your kids trust you enough to let you participate in their world.
It was my turn to catch her and she ran through the house as fast as she could to get away from me. She screeched and screamed as she ran as fast as she could, her long hair flying side to side, her arms all akimbo and moving like miniature windmills as she sped around corners and through rooms at full tilt. She was much quicker and more nimble than I was. I came close to getting her a few times but each time she managed to duck under my arms or slip out of my grasp and get away, as though she was greased.
At some point I realized I was having fun, enjoying myself in a freedom I hadn't experienced in a long time, and it wasn't because of the game itself. The more I touched and grabbed at her the more I was stimulated and excited about chasing her down. She became the prize that I wanted but there was never a conscious thought about molesting her or physically abusing her whenever I eventually caught her. I assume I am no different than most men, the thrill is in the chase, in the attempt to capture. There is some truth in the old joke that says you wouldn't know what to do if you did catch her. I just became aware, as a man becomes aware, of her legs, her slender hips and her ass as she ran in front of me. I wanted what she seemed to offer.
It probably took about ten minutes before she made a mistake. She had gone into the bedroom and was trying to dodge around me when I was able to wrap my left arm securely around her waist. She squealed in frustration as I pulled her to me and enclosed her with both arms so there was no escape.
We were both panting and a little exhausted from the exertion of running around the house. I backed up to the bed and fell over backward onto it, pulling her down on top of me. It wasn't hard to do because she was a pretty lightweight kid. I was uncomfortable with my legs hanging over the end so I scooted further up onto the bed moving her with me as I wiggled myself up higher. When I got to where I wanted to be I put my legs together and let her lay full length on top of me. She apparently didn't think there was anything unusual about it as she made herself comfortable, catching her breath.
My adrenaline was racing and it felt wonderful to hold my skinny little prize close to me. Her hair fell on my face and my hand automatically caressed her from the small of her back up to her shoulder blades and under her hair to the nape of her neck. I didn't want to move as we listened to each other's breath slowly become more regular.
I became conscious of her weight on me. I loosened my bear hug on her and she promptly raised herself up on straightened arms, bending upward from the waist.
Several buttons on the bottom part of her blouse had popped loose from my grabbing and pulling at her as I chased and tried to catch her. The blouse wasn't on straight now and the bottom of it had ridden up to the bottom of her ribcage. The lower buttons had all come undone and the blouse flapped open almost to the top of her chest. Her little breasts were like two beacons, pink, swollen hard, and inviting. They were still quite small, protruding only an inch or so from her chest but they pulled at my eyes like powerful magnets.
To my great dismay I started getting a little hard. I didn't know if she could feel it or not. I held my breath and hoped she didn't notice and wouldn't say anything like asking what was it was. She just lay there on top of me being very still and quiet, breathing hard.
My wife and I had recently been discussing the need to get her a training bra since her breasts were becoming very noticeable under her t-shirts and blouses. She was quickly changing from a child to a young adult before our eyes.
"You owe me a secret now," I said, trying desperately to find something else focus on.
"I know, I'm thinking of one to tell you."
A minute of silence followed and I wished she would hurry up before I lost control of myself. "I think we should get up now sweetie".
"I have my secret ready but it really isn't a secret."
"What is it then?" I asked.
"It's something I know, but you already know it too."
"Ok, why don't you just tell me. We can still count it as a secret if you want to."
"Well, uh....um... I don't know if I should say but, uh..., I can tell you are hard. There! That's my secret."
My mind started racing. I immediately rolled her off me then and sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her. I knew I had to talk to her whether I wanted to or not and I had to do it immediately.
"We need to have a serious talk sweetheart. About what just happened, ok?"
