SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. This is Chapter Three of the events that transpired after an unexpected experience between Danielle and her dad at a fertility clinic. She can't stop thinking about what they did together, and she pushes things even further.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has seven chapters. All chapters have already been written, but I decided to release just a chapter or two at a time. Most likely, I will continue publishing the remaining chapters at regular intervals, until they are all there for you to read. Each chapter is short, by design. I wanted to keep this story simple and to the point. Hopefully you are getting as much enjoyment out of reading them as I did from writing them!
STORY:
Chapter Three.
After my short, but explosive little spat with my father, I crawled into bed feeling horrible. But the aftereffects from my orgasm soon took over and within fifteen minutes, I felt so relaxed, I practically forgot what I had even been upset about. When I woke the next morning, I felt completely refreshed. I sought out my dad first thing and apologized for my outburst. He apologized, too and then we hugged. After that, things seemed to be pretty chill between us. Neither of us brought up what had happened, but for the moment, I was ok with that.
Several days went by without either of us even mentioning the taboo experience. Up until the following weekend, when our next meaningful conversation occurred. It was Saturday night and we had both agreed to play some video games together. Wanting to be comfortable, I wore one of my favorite tops. It was a black tank that was cropped above my belly (as usual). It had two fabric loops that went over my shoulders, but otherwise it was sleeveless. This particular shirt also exposed a fair amount of cleavage, and even hiked my tits up a little from how snug it wrapped the bottom of them. It wasn't quite as "revealing" as the shirt I had worn to the fertility clinic, but it was close enough. Beneath that, I wore my favorite nighttime PINK sweatpants. They were incredibly soft against my skin.
My dad and I played a racing game for about an hour. He was slowly nursing his third beer just as I beat him again, the sixth time in a row. He shook his head and told me he remembered when I could never beat him at video games. I laughed at him, feeling lighthearted and completely at ease. We hadn't played video games together in ages.
There was one question that had been tickling through my head ever since my dad had first told me he wanted to go have a vasectomy. I decided now was as good a time as any to finally bring it up. Setting my controller in my lap, I turned toward him and said, "Can I ask you something?"
He was in the middle of taking a swig from his beer, which he finished before asking, "What?"
"Why do you want to have a vasectomy?" I asked simply.
He glanced toward me and asked, "What do you mean?"
Frowning, to myself really, I asked, "I mean... are you, like... seeing someone?" That seemed like the only likely reason to want to have one, considering he wasn't technically married anymore.
My dad shook his head immediately at my question.
Pressing my lips together, I considered his answer. Then I asked, "So you want it so... so you CAN start seeing someone?"
He shrugged, looking just a touch uncomfortable. "Something like that," he said.
"Do you have someone in mind?" I heard myself ask. I wasn't usually this direct with my dad, but I really wanted to understand.
"No," he said, again almost immediately.
I stared at him, not understanding. Then why? What was the purpose? I felt confused, but sat in silence, thinking about it.
Finally he spoke quietly, "I guess it's more of something I want to do to get ready for the future, when..." He trailed off, looking at the tv screen.
"When what?" I prodded.
He looked at me, but then looked away. His cheeks were turning pink. Then he said quietly, "When I'm ready to start having sex again."
That added up. But I realized I had another question, so I blurted it out, "But what if you want to have another baby?"
My dad turned his face toward mine, staring at me intently. For a brief second, I almost thought he was going to start crying. But then he said, "I can't imagine doing that now that your mom is gone." He swallowed a lump in his throat, looking away from me. Then he added even softer, "It wouldn't be the same... and it would only be your half-sibling."
Seeing him on the verge of being emotional made me feel sad. For him, and for the loss of my mom. It had been long enough that I didn't let my own emotions take me down, but I did decide that silence was best for the moment. After a few minutes, I finally acknowledged him by saying, "I guess that makes sense. Although... I wouldn't mind having a baby sister."
"Really?" my dad asked, his head whipping toward me.
Nodding, I said, "Yeah."
"I didn't know you even thought about that," he said, looking and sounding surprised.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said softly, "I have a lot of things that I think about since mom died."
"Like what?" he asked, sitting forward on his cushion.
Frowning into my lap, I answered him, "Well, I guess I've been trying to..." I trailed off, lost in thought.
