I'm sitting in the hot tub with Misty, my 18-year-old daughter, both of us nude when she asks me if I saw her early in the morning.
Shit-Fuck!
I contemplate lying, but I never lied to my daughter before. I hate the idea of lying to her. She's holding my hands, expecting an answer. I take a deep breath and say, "I was leaving the office to go back to bed when I saw you in the chair. You were backlit and I could not make out details. So I backed up to not embarrass you."
With no hint of anger or embarrassment, Misty says, "Did you know what I was doing?"
OK, I've gone this far. Might as well pull the bandaid off with one rip. "Yes, the outlines were enough to give me the idea of what you were doing. But the sounds as you... Well, the sounds told a fuller story."
She stares into my eyes for a minute. Then she pulls me into an embrace. Our nude bodies touching in ways they really shouldn't.
"Daddy, Leo, thank you for being honest with me. I love you." She says as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then, she looks into my eyes and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. As she is pulling away, Misty says, "I think I'm going to call it a night. The drinks are hitting me harder than I expected and I don't want to talk about this more like this."
She backs away and steps out of the hot tub. I cannot help myself and glue my eyes to her as she towels off and puts on a robe, leaving it hang open. I'm overwhelmed.
Misty offers me a cute smile. "Good night daddy. I love you."
"I love you too baby, good night."
With that, she slowly walks away. Hesitating at the door, looking back one last time. She then shakes her head with determination and heads to her room.
I take a few minutes to clean up the hot tub area, and bring in everything before I head into my bedroom and get in the shower. This time, I push away the guilt and masturbate at the thoughts of my beautiful daughter naked and touching me. I know I should be ashamed, but the lust is overpowering any lesser feelings.
Crawling into bed, I spend the next few hours thinking about what happened before I finally fall asleep.
...
The next morning I wake up to my phone ringing. I pick it up to be assaulted with, "Leo, wake up. I only have a few minutes." from my wife Ava.
"Good morning love, how is the trip so far?"
She tells me about the hectic day of travel and the shuffling of room plans because of a last-minute change of chaperones. She is now the chaperone to three girls, all 18-years-old. Her group will pair up with the group my son Ben is in during the day's activities. But at night she will stay with the girls in her group, with them sharing a single room.
We chat for a little while before she has to go. They are having some long days, and with time changes and whatnot, she may not have time to call every day. Much to both our regrets, we will resort to text messages when we cannot talk.
It sounds like, while busy, they will have fun. My son, Ben, sent a text to me while I was talking to Ava. Ben is Misty's twin, even though they don't act it. He is so excited to see the schools. They planned this trip rather late in the year. This is a trip for some of the engineering club to help choose the college they want to go to. When they are back, they will have only about a week before the deadline for acceptance. For Ben, it works out well. Both universities they are visiting have accepted Ben's application, and he is having a hard time choosing which one to attend. This is perfect for him, but I imagine for some students this trip is too late. But I guess visiting companies will be worth it.
I check the time and find it's 7:30 am. Ava had to call early because of her schedule, but I might as well stay up now. I take a quick shower and get dressed. It doesn't appear Misty is up yet. I decide to cook a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
I'm flipping the last pancake as Misty comes down. She looks a little sad. "Awe, I wanted to get up and cook all this for you, daddy."
"Sorry baby, I was up because your mom called earlier."
While making a cup of coffee, she says, "Oh, how are Ben and her doing?"
"Seems there was some initial confusion on the groups, but they straightened that up. They are in for a long day. Actually, it sounds like many long days are in store for them. But Ben is super excited."
Misty takes a seat at the table where I have plates and silverware setup while I carry the food over. "I'm glad Ben is excited. I've spent hours talking with him to help him make a choice. Perhaps this will allow him to pick one of them. How's mom?"
"Good, she is now a chaperone to three girls. She says they seem pleasant enough. She will sleep in the same room as them, but meet up with your brother's group for outings."
Misty laughs lightly. "That means they are in a double room with full-sized beds. Are you at all worried that mom will have to sleep with one girl?"
I almost spit out the bite I had in my mouth. "You know, baby, I didn't even give it a thought. But, I guess I'm not worried."
With an impish grin, she says, "Oh, but are you now thinking of what they could do together?"
"Hey, that's your mom. You shouldn't say things like that. And I wasn't thinking anything like that. Until you said that. Thanks for that image."
While looking into my eyes, "You're welcome. I'm sure it's a tantalizing scene."
For the next few minutes, we eat without saying a word. I don't know what to even say to that. Especially to my daughter. Sure, the thought of my wife with another woman is a provocative idea, but I'm not admitting that out loud to her.
We are almost finished eating when Misty says, "I'm sorry dad, I was only teasing. I realize I went too far. I'm sorry."
"It's OK, but I'm not at all used to talking about my fantasies about your mom. Someday, perhaps we can have that type of relationship, but I'm not there yet."
"But you still have fantasies about her, right? I heard you enough to know you have a good sex life."
What...
I take a moment to steady myself. She is an adult and deserves an adult response. "We were not aware that you could overhear us."
