Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of incest. If you find this subject disturbing or objectionable, please move along without reading another word. I didn't write it to upset or offend anyone. I wrote it for one specific person and my only hope is it helps her on her journey. She and I are the only ones who know what that is, to my knowledge. Any constructive criticism on style, content, etc. is welcome as a growth opportunity for other possible future works. Any negative comments about subject matter will be diligently ignored, because I honestly don't give a shit...
This is a continuation of "Winter Break in St Thomas". It would be helpful to read the first chapter if you haven't already...
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I followed Ashley out onto the deck, admiring what I had wrought. She moved with grace, power and confidence, like a woman in charge, I thought. Her perfect tush undulated and swayed in the plain, white cotton bikini panties, drawing my eyes like a moth to a flame. Twelve hours ago, I would have glanced and looked away in shame at what I was now thinking. But that had all changed with the events of last evening...
My daughter moved smoothly around the table and took a seat. I circled her and took a seat to her right, so that the sun wasn't in my eyes. "You forgot your coffee, Dad," she stated simply. Yeah, she was in charge right now and she knew it.
"So, you planned this?" I asked in wonder.
"Yep."
"How?"
"Well, when mom got the work trip and then Fabi got sick at the last minute, it all just kind of fell into place," she stated with a shrug.
"So, the whole not rinsing off from the beach thing, you came up with that after Fabi got sick?" I asked incredulously. That was pretty devious thinking in a relatively short period of time.
"Oh, no. Fabi came up with that a couple of weeks ago," she said with a giggle. "That girl knows how to get what she wants, I'll give her that."
I was stunned, "Ash, Fabi can't know..."
"We're both eighteen, Dad," she stated simply
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"I mean, that's important, but there are other considerations, honey."
"Don't worry, Daddy. I know no one can know about us. She thought we were fantasy-planning how she could get you to sleep with her down here. We were just play-plotting while we were bikini shopping for the trip. At least, that's what we thought at the time. Turns out, not so much..." she said with mirth.
"So, you talk with Fabi about how to get me in bed? She doesn't think that's weird?" still trying to wrap my head around how those conversations transpired. Seemed risky. And a good way to get ostracized at school.
"Well, at first she was just giving me a hard time and trying to get me to admit you are attractive. Once I finally did that, it just progressed from there," she said with a wicked smile. "Sometimes when we were talking in bed and it was getting pretty graphic, I'd pretend I was getting grossed out and stop it. But it was really because I was getting so aroused and I was afraid she'd notice the wet spot or smell me," my daughter giggled.
I couldn't help but smile. For a couple of reasons. "So, how long have you thought you wanted to be with me, Ash?"
She got a very serious look. "You mean how long have I KNOWN I want to be with you forever? Since last fall, when I turned eighteen," she continued after a pause. "That's when I started thinking about how I could make it happen. Luckily, Fabi was a lot of help. She helped make me believe it could happen because she was so certain she could fuck you one day. She's gonna be pissed if she ever finds out."
"You know nobody can ever find out what happened last night, honey," I said gravely, trying to read her reaction. "We could get in a lot of trouble. I'd lose my job. Mom would definitely divorce me and clean me out. Your future would probably be ruined..."
"I know, Daddy. We'll have to be super stealthy so we can keep sleeping together until I at least graduate from college..."
"Ash, seriously..."
"I am serious, Daddy. After that we can move to Costa Rica, unless we think of someplace better. We can work at a bar on the beach somewhere. You can bartend and I'll cocktail. You'll make a fortune from all the horny cougars. And I'll make good money, because, well..." Another wicked grin. Who was this woman??
I shook my head, "We can't move to Costa Rica..."
"Sure we can. People do it all the time. We'll just be another ex-pat couple. An attractive older American guy and his hot, much younger girlfriend. We'll blend right in."
"You're serious."