I knew that this would be a turning point in our relationship. Lori looked at me with those beautiful, bright blue eyes of hers and I half expected her to run out of the room in disgust. I couldn't believe that I had just openly shared my true feelings. Rather than bolt however, she held my hands tightly, looked at me and seemed to be searching for the right words to say.
I muttered on and told her that I was so sorry and that she had every right to be grossed out by my feelings and I promised never to speak of such things again. I told her that I meant no harm and would probably return to "normal" as soon as I got off my ass and found a new girlfriend. I started running off at the mouth in an attempt to make a bad situation better and lied by saying that I probably only thought of her in a sexual way because she was so damn sexy and it had been so long since I had been intimate with anyone. I continued rambling in a senseless manner and knew I was at risk of making things worse but I couldn't stop myself. I suppose I was worried that any period of silence would result in a most unhappy ending. Lori must have sensed that I was suffering a great deal of anguish and pain and she finally interjected. "Dad, Dad, shut up for a minute and let me say something will you?" I was almost in tears because of the shame I felt. I sat there with a huge lump in my throat.
Then it was her turn to speak. I cast my eyes toward the carpet, unable to look into her eyes. I felt like a scumbag and was worried that I would lose my little girl forever.
"First of all Dad, I've know for a long time how you feel about me. Do you think that I never knew how aroused you got when I put my head in your lap? Do you think that I didn't know that my head was pressing into your ..." She seemed to struggle for the right word and finally said, "cock?"
"Dad, I think you are the sexiest guy I have ever seen and I love you so much. I know how hard it's been for you since mom left. I used to listen to you two making love and I got so turned on. I used to fantasize that you were making love to me and not her. I used to get so horny listening to you two that I would go to bed and play with myself. I'd fantasize that you were making love to me. I know how excited you get while we watch movies together and when I move my head around in your lap. Why do you think that I started dressing the way I have lately? I am proud of my big breasts and I want you to like them too.
"Why do you think I bought the bathing suit I did and then told you I would only wear it for you? I want to turn you on Dad. I want you to want me. I know what you do when you excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. Do you really think that I didn't know you were getting hard when I would move my head around on your lap? I used to sneak up to the bathroom door and listen to you jerking off, wishing I had the courage to open the door and help you. I love you dad and I don't think that I would ever want to be with anyone else. I feel as weird about this as you do but I can't help my feelings. I want to be more than your daughter, I want to be your woman."
With that, she stopped talking and the silence was deafening. I managed to muster enough courage to look up and into her eyes. I pulled her to me and hugged her hard. I could feel her melt in my arms and without thinking; I lowered my lips to her shoulder and started kissing her bare shoulder and neck. The kisses were really only meant to be a display of affection but I soon found myself inhaling her subtle perfume and hugged her closer, loving the way she felt.
I pushed her away from me and again, took her hands in mine. "Baby, I'm so sorry for all this. And I'm so glad that you didn't freak out and run out of here. I would never do anything to hurt you and you are so damn sexy that I had to say something to stop this before I did anything that I would regret forever. I had no idea that you knew how I feel. As your dad, I'm supposed to be the strong one and tell you that no matter what we feel, it would be very wrong for us to do anything that might harm our relationship. I'm afraid that if I slipped up and ever did something, you would think I was a perv and hate me. There is no way I can abuse your innocence."
Lori looked at me and smiled. She had little tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Dad I love you so much. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a little kid anymore. I am a woman and I have urges of my own. Thanks to a secret stash of some toys that mom left behind, I have been sexually active for years but I am still technically a virgin. No boy has even got to first base with me. I know you have been masturbating a lot and well, so have I. Whenever I play with myself, I think of you. I have never wanted anyone but you. Why do you think I don't date much and why I'm always home early? You are the man I want to be with. I'm old enough to know better and I have the same type of concerns you do about our relationship. But why do you think I started wearing sexy stuff all the time? I was trying to push you into making the first move. I love you for your honesty, and I know what must be going on in your mind but all I know is that I want you as more than my father and I want to give myself to you in every way."