Chapter 12

I awoke in the middle of the night. Katie had rolled away from me and taken the blankets with her. I wasn’t particularly cold. Mostly surprised.

Since I was awake, I decided to use the bathroom and get some water. When I returned, I realized moonlight was streaming in through the window. Katie still remained under the covers, her side slowly rising and falling with her breath.

I paused, struck by the sight.

Katie. My daughter. Whom I’d just spent the evening making love to.

Well, no. Not really making love. More straight-up fucking. But still ... I’d committed incest.

Except ... I had to admit ... I’d certainly needed it. Needed to let go of Caroline. I’d been clinging pretty tight to the memories. An evening of hot sex had certainly jolted me out of that.

I snorted. Hot, taboo sex.

Which, I had to admit, just made it hotter.

Had I really needed to cross that taboo line?

It ... it kind of felt like I had. If I’d screwed Wendy thinking she was Caroline, it could’ve been a disaster.

No. Would’ve been. I had little doubt.

And, honestly, I didn’t regret it. I’d needed it. Maybe we’d both needed it. And it wasn’t like I had a time machine and could go back and undo it.

Katie stirred but didn’t wake.

Part of me wanted her again. Wanted to wake her up and slide my cock inside her. My mind was already coming up with all sorts of excuses for how we could keep having sex even as we both started dating other people.

But that wasn’t us. One night would be a great memory. More...? That was a relationship.

I didn’t want a sexual relationship with my daughter.

But I did want the memories of my night with Katie.

I watched her sleep, something I hadn’t done since she was a girl.

That reminded me. Low light didn’t wake Katie.

I opened the door and turned on the hall light. She didn’t stir. I quietly moved around, checking the illumination.

It would be enough. I quietly picked up my camera and began to shoot.

For once, I beat Katie to the kitchen and had coffee brewing by the time she emerged. She looked beautifully disheveled. Her hair was a mess and her robe hung askance, as if she didn’t care that most of one breast was exposed. And she probably didn’t.

“Hi.” She gave me a tentative smile.

I smiled warmly back. “Good morning.”

Her shoulders sagged as she relaxed. Her smile softened.

“Thanks for a great night,” I said. “It was amazing.”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

“I’m glad we did it.”

“Me, too.” Then she studied my face. “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

“You know me so well.” I smiled and then continued. “But I think this was a one-time thing.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Yeah. I think so, too.”

“Not that I wouldn’t love to,” I wagged my eyebrows and playfully stared at her cleavage, “but it wouldn’t be right.”

“You need to be with Wendy.”

“Maybe.”

She nodded in concession.

“And you need to find someone.”

“I will.”

“Cool.” I sipped my coffee. “So ... can I take you out for brunch? Feels appropriate.”

She laughed. “Is that why we went out for Sunday brunch so often? Because you and Mom...?”

I grinned. “My little girl is all grown up.”

The week flew by and was surprisingly normal. Katie spent a fair amount of time back at her own house, getting things cleaned up and various projects done before her boys came back the following week. I finished organizing my old darkroom into a project room and on Tuesday had lunch with some of my old University colleagues. One of them had found a couple of new models that he really liked. They were amateurs, but he said they learned fast. We made arrangements for a joint shoot whenever he could get it scheduled.

Things between Katie and I were surprisingly relaxed. We cooked together and watched some movies when we weren’t doing chores. The only time there was any sexual tension at all was when we went through the photos I’d taken that night.

They were incredible. The pictures of her sleeping had captured both a sense of relaxation and innocent sexuality. I’d gotten one on her side with her breast fully exposed, but her nipple soft. She’d had a small smile, as if she was having a pleasant dream.

The photos of her covered in semen were both obscene and starkly beautiful. A fountain of semen smeared her outer labia, her engorged clit, and filled the space between her gaping inner lips. If the pictures of Caroline’s pussy had been a few pearly drops, I’d left a fountain in Katie’s.

Katie noticeably squirmed in her seat as we looked at it and its fellows. I was stiff, too, but neither of us said a word. After, she said she was tired and going to bed early. I smiled but didn’t call her on it. I, too, masturbated that night to the memories.

Friday night, we went out to a steakhouse for dinner. We both had a couple of glasses of wine and were feeling no pain by the time we got home. We’d been joking and flirting, and for a moment it looked like something might happen, but in the end, Katie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to her room.

And then it was Saturday and time for my photoshoot with Wendy.

Wendy arrived about an hour after Katie left for her own home, giving me the space I’d asked for. Wendy looked amazing, in a summery blue blouse and matching knee-length skirt. After a hug at the door, she discreetly set her overnight bag down by the end of the couch. I smirked, and she saw me and returned a knowing grin. Then she followed me into the kitchen.

I already had all the dinner prep done, with only a little help from Katie. So Wendy and made small talk while I poured us both a glass of wine. Then it was time to throw the steaks on the grill. She followed me outside.

“This is nice,” she said as she looked around the yard.

“Thanks. Katie and the boys helped get it in shape.”

The grill was hot so I threw the steaks on.

“So...,” she said. “I talked with one of my friends in San Francisco. There’s a gallery out there that specializes in nude photography. He said he could make some introductions.”

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Might require a trip to California.”

“San Francisco’s nice.”

“Never been.”

She smiled. “I’d be happy to show you around.”

I grinned and checked the meat. “That’d be fun.”

“Sounds like a date.” She smirked.

I salaciously grinned back. “One of many, I hope.”

“How much do you want to travel?”

“I don’t know. Some, I suppose.”

We talked about places we’d been and wanted to go. We flirted mildly over dinner, but as bold as Wendy normally was, the innuendo wasn’t over the top. Mostly, it felt comfortable. Really, really comfortable. We even lingered over the cake I’d baked earlier in the day.

When the last bite was done, Wendy moistened her lips and gave me a knowing smile. “I think it’s time to get some pictures.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

I was surprised at how nervous I was. I fussed with the lights in the studio even though I knew they were fine. It gave me something to do while Wendy continued getting ready.