Chapter 7.
Another crow of the Rooster meant another day. Expecting to find Lexi next to me, I turned and then remembered taking her to her bed after last evening's incestuous hedonistic activities. Was it a dream? Finding Lexi's panties next to my pillow, as well as the dry flaky white substance on them, was enough evidence it really happened.
I drug myself out of bed and went to put on a pot of coffee. I had to admit to myself I enjoyed last evening. I didn't like being lied to by my wife, what husband would. Forget whether she's your daughter or not, what near-middle age man wouldn't love being seduced by an nubile and naive young woman. Regardless, I didn't see how anything could go back to the way it was. All that was left was to ask for forgiveness by our Father Almighty. I decided more than coffee, I needed to clear my head, so I started my chores.
One thing about living in such isolation, with the need to provide all of your essential living necessities, time does go by very quickly. Such was the case when Megan came out to bring me a glass of iced tea. "Is it 10 already?" It was a rhetorical question.
She replied with an unenthusiastic, "Uh huh."
We both sat in silence as I drank my refreshing beverage. I wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. Was there a chance Megan was regretful? Did she hate me? I was wrong in abusing Lexi by fondling her nipples that night, but if I had been a real man..... real father, I would have "manned up" when Lexi started "blackmailing" last night. If I had stood up immediately and confessed my sins at that moment, maybe everything would be different. Did I subconsciously want to fuck my own daughter? Was I hoping she would have woke up that night and encouraged my abuse? So many thoughts, but no answers.
"I'm sorry," Megan offered.
"I'm sorry too," I reached out to hug Megan, but her body stiffened. "Do you still love me?" I asked sincerely.
"I do, but I don't know how you can still love me," she began to cry.
This time she allowed me to comfort her. "It's alright sweetie. I know it's what Lexi wanted last night. The question is does she regret it?" I pushed Megan back just enough so I could look her straight in the eyes for her response.
"She doesn't John. You should see her this morning. She is dancing around like she was a kid telling me how happy she is." She sobbed.
"Then are you having regrets sweetie?" I offered.
"NO, not at all!" Pulling her head away from my chest. "I just feel like I totally betrayed your trust in me, not to mention Lexi."
"We have betrayed each other Megan. The question is do we forgive one another?"
"I do John. Can you forgive me?"
"Absolutely. Now what?" Looking to Megan for direction.
"I think the next thing to do is sit with Lexi and discuss expectations. I can tell you that in the last couple of years we both noticed her becoming quiet, somewhat melancholy. Today she is acting so full of life. I asked her what she thought about what happened last night. She told me it was the first time in many nights that she didn't cry herself to sleep."
My heart sank. Who's wouldn't. So often, as parents, we do what we think is in the best interest of our children. Most young people spend puberty experimenting with the opposite sex. Flirting, teasing and even making out. Girls talking about which boys might like them. Boys...... Well, we all know what teenage boys are thinking. Lexi experienced none of this. Her mind thought of the opposite sex, but her life involved only one, her Father.
Megan reached out for my hand, which I gave to her with pleasure. We walked toward the house confident that whatever had happened, could be fixed. As we opened the door I was knocked off my feet, both figuratively and literally. Lexi ran up to me, jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and started kissing my neck and cheeks. "I love you Daddy."
"I love you too Lexi. Why are you so happy?" I asked, expecting her to reject my question.
"I'm a woman now!" She beamed. "I'm ready for you Daddy," she continued.
So much had happened in the last 24 + hours that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Ready for what Lexi?"
"Remember you said last night that I could trim your hair.... down there...." she pointed.
"I boiled some water and have the scissors and lotion ready. I put blankets on the library table and got your pillow. It should be really soft for you Daddy. I'm all ready."
I looked at Megan and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, Lex, I think we all need to talk," I said.
"Ok Dad. What do you want to talk about?"
"Mom and I are concerned. It's normal, as an adult woman, to need the attention of a man. You know that doesn't mean your father, don't you?