Tom Pratt couldn't help the frustrated groan that escaped his lips the moment he glanced out his kitchen window.
He'd had to work a half-day that hot, mid-summer Saturday, as he did most weeks in his job as a claims adjuster for a major insurance company. He had just come home and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. He had looked over at the kitchen table and seen the note from his wife that said she was going to be at the church all afternoon, as usual, preparing for some function or another. Just as he was about to open his beer, he'd turned and gotten a look outside at a sight that he'd been seeing more and more of lately.
Outside, on the deck that surrounded the aboveground swimming pool he'd put in three years earlier, a young woman lay on her back on a chaise lounge, motionless. She was quite pretty and very sexy, with fairly short, soft blonde curls that fanned back away from a pixyish face that was turned to one side. When standing, her blonde locks fell just about, but not quite, to her shoulders. The woman's face was highlighted by a small nose, lips that were pouty without being too full, and a cool pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. Her well-tanned body was sleek and trim, not too tall, not too small, with nearly perfect breasts that still sat up slightly on her chest, defying gravity. Her hips were narrow, her butt had just enough meat to grab onto, and long, slender legs completed a true vision of loveliness.
The fact is, the girl was a walking wet dream, especially in her current condition - oiled, tanned, and clad in a very skimpy bikini. And from where he stood, Tom had a dead-on view right between her slightly spread legs at the thin material that covered her crotch. And as he stared openly, was it his imagination that she slowly opened her legs a little wider, as if in a wordless invitation?
Tom groaned again, squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his rapidly stiffening cock to stem the tidal wave of lust that surged through his loins.
"God, why does she have to be so fuckable?" he said aloud, in an anguished tone of voice.
For a man should not be having the kinds of thoughts and fantasies about his daughter that Tom was having at the moment, and had been having for quite a long time, about the young woman by the pool, his 19-year-old daughter Julianne. As he walked back to his bedroom to change, he shook his head to clear it of the depraved thoughts he was having just then.
Julianne Pratt let a slow, languid smile cross her face as she watched through slitted eyes as her father turned away from the kitchen window. "Soon," she whispered to the wind. "Very soon."
Tom and his wife Rita had known each other in high school, although they weren't in the same class. Rita, in fact, was two years older than Tom, which hadn't meant much when they had met and married when he was 23 and she 25. But now, after 23 years of marriage, menopause had hit Rita like a ton of bricks, plus she had undergone a rather profound religious conversion five or six years earlier. So between her changing body chemistry, her changing religious attitudes and the time that church work took out of her spare time, plus her job as a nurse on the night shift, Rita had completely lost interest in sex. For awhile, about once or twice a year, usually on their anniversary, Rita would consent to have sex with him, but it had gotten so mechanical, and nothing Tom could do could reawaken her desire, so he had given up.
The thing was, Tom still loved his wife - still liked her, even - and he had remained faithful, hoping that something would give, and that Rita would again be the woman he'd fallen in love with and married. The problem was, Tom had a very high sex drive, and at age 46, it was as strong as it ever was. So he'd resorted to masturbation, a lot. The wonders of the Internet were quite familiar to Tom, and he had spent many nights over the previous four years sitting at the computer with his dick in his hand. When he couldn't access the computer, he had a bag full of magazines and videos that he would trot out when the need arose, as it did most days. Self-relief, and hugs, kisses and cuddles from his wife were about the extent of Tom's sex life, and he despaired that it would always be like that.
Julianne was never quite sure when she became fixated on her father as a sex object, but it had to have been sometime during the summer between her junior and senior years in high school. In truth, Julianne had always thought her daddy was the greatest thing on earth, and they had always been close, much more so than Julianne and her mother. Rita had loathed pregnancy, and had never quite lost all of the considerable weight she'd gained while carrying Julianne. As a consequence, Tom and Rita never had another child. Rita was a fairly distant mother, and her relations with Julianne had always been a little strained, almost formal, and as a result Rita had left most of the important parenting to Tom. They never fought exactly, but Rita and Julianne occasionally argued about things, and there was generally a separation, a personality conflict, between mother and daughter that could not quite be bridged.
Tom and Julianne thus became unusually close. Not only did father and daughter have the same tastes and compatible personalities, it was Tom who took his daughter to plays, recitals and school events, and it was Tom that Julianne came to for answers to the tough questions, particularly where sex was concerned. That began at age 11, when Julianne had asked her mother where babies came from. Rita had hemmed and hawed, then tried to give her the clinical answer, which was no answer at all. But when she asked Tom, he told her straight up about sex, and he was fairly explicit. He understood, if Rita did not, that Julianne was a very intelligent, very aware young girl, and that she could handle the truth.
After that, Julianne kept waiting and waiting for puberty, but for some reason, she matured very late in life. She didn't have her first period until she was almost 14, and all through middle school, she'd been a scrawny, flat-chested little girl. Because of that, the fact that she was one of the top students in her class and the fact that she had no siblings, and thus was something of a shy loner, she was an easy target for ruthless teasing from classmates, especially the boys.
