Chapter 1

“What’s with Lori lately?”

That’s what my husband Dave asked me two nights ago. We were sitting up in bed watching one of the late-night talk shows when Dave muted the TV and out of the blue asked me that question.

“I mean, the way she’s been acting. She’s been acting kind of squirrelly the past couple of weeks, especially when I’m around. What gives?”

I put down my book and took off my reading glasses.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Come on – you mean you haven’t noticed?”

I think I knew what Dave was talking about, but I wanted to make sure. Also, to make him have to say it – say the words.

Big sigh, like he really shouldn’t have to spell it out for me.

“Haven’t you noticed – how whenever I come into the room she gets all squirmy, or if she walks into a room and sees me there she gets silly? And what’s with this weird little giggle that she’s started doing?”

I smiled, because I immediately knew what was going on with our 14-year-old daughter. But there was no way I was going to let my husband off the hook.

“No, I haven’t noticed anything unusual about the way she’s acting.” I waited, just letting him hang there. “Is there something else you think is unusual?”

And here it looked like he really didn’t want to say something, but since I wasn’t going to give him a break, I made him say what he’d obviously been trying to avoid having to say.

“Well,...,” he drew it out, like he really didn’t want to say it, “Well, have you noticed how she seems to be handing onto my arm or my waist a lot...,” I waited for him to say more, “Or how clingy she gets when it’s time for her to go up to bed?

There. I finally got him to say it.

“And you really don’t know what’s going on?”

“No, I don’t. And if you know, please ... let me in on it.”

“David, have you looked at your daughter recently?”

In an exasperated tone of voice he replied, “Of course I’ve ‘looked at’ her – what’s that got to do with anything?”

I was all set to be snarky about it but decided that that wouldn’t help so I dialed it back a bit.

“Dave, she’s fourteen – she’s growing, she’s changing.”

“So,...?”

“Dave, when girls get to be about this age their bodies change, and along with these changes they start to get these... feelings, I guess you’d say.”

“Feelings...?”

I swear – could he be any more obtuse?

“They start to get sexual feelings.”

“Yeah, so – I get it – girls – and boys, for that matter – start to get sexual feelings. But what does that have to do with the squirrelly way Lori’s been acting lately?”

Oh, fer chrissake! I guess I will have to spell it out for him.

“Dave, she wants her daddy to touch her, that’s what – that’s why she acts the way she does.”

It took him a moment to put two and two together and see what that had to do with Lori -- or him.

“Are you saying ... that she’s been acting the way she has ... because... sex? And that I’m...?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s about the size of it.”

“That’s crazy!” Then, apparently feeling that it required more explanation, he went on, “She’s just a kid! And I’m her father!.” Then his summation, “No, that’s crazy – that can’t be what’s...”

I know Dave well enough to just let him get it all out of his system and then calm down and think about it.

“You know that’s crazy, right, Ange? She’s only fourteen – she’s still a child.

“Okay, I get it – that’s she’s not a child anymore, and that, okay, maybe she is starting to get sexual feelings. But, seriously, I mean ... why would they make her act like she’s acting? And toward me? I can’t believe that, Ange, I really can’t.”

“Dave, to answer your question, she’s doing these what you call ‘squirrelly’ things because she doesn’t understand the feelings she’s having – she doesn’t recognize the sexual feelings, and she doesn’t recognize the feelings she’s having about you, that’s why.”

I guess what I said was enough to at least make him think about it. But I also knew he was going to accept what I just told him without some pushback.

“Okay, Ange, let’s say you’re right about ... that she is having these kinds of feelings...”

“Trust me, Dave – she is.”

“ ... and that they’re directed toward me – which I’m not ready to believe, by the way – then ... how come you’re so darned sure about it all?”

When he asked that, I had to smile – at him, but also, I smiled because it made me remember some things.

“So, you want to know how I know what Lori’s feeling? Well, I know because I was just like her when I was Lori’s age.”

“What do you mean? You mean that you acted stupid when you were her age, too?”

I could see this was going to take some time to explain it to Dave.

“About when I was thirteen I started to get these strange feeling, and I couldn’t explain them and they confused me, and I started acting – confused – kind of like the way Lori’s doing now, and I guess I got kind of obnoxious about it. It was my mother who told my dad what was “wrong” with me – and what he could – or should – do about it. By about the time i turned fourteen my mom decided that things couldn’t keep going on like that, and that it was time for my dad to do something about it.”

“So – did he?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Are you really telling me that when you were fourteen, that you and your dad...?”

I gave Dave an “I-know-something-you-don’t-know” smile,

“Not just when I was fourteen...”

***

Well, as you’ve probably guessed by now, my virtuous husband/Lori’s virtuous father was having nothing of it. And like you’ve also probably guessed, Lori’s “squirrelly” behavior didn’t let up. In fact, if anything, it got worse. And I knew that it was up to me to do something if things were ever going to get any better.

I saw my chance one evening when I came into the living room after cleaning up and found Dave and Lori together on the couch watching “The Princess Bride” on cable.

I took a good look at our daughter. The first thing you notice is her hair. It’s pale blond, so pale that it’s almost white, and she usually wears it in two long braids down her back. Right now she wears glasses with practical clear plastic frames (“I want my glasses just like the old ones!”).

She’s about average height for her age, or maybe an inch or two taller, but with her almost-white braids and her clear plastic glasses she looks two or maybe even three years younger than her 14. If you look closely you could see that in a few years she was going to turn into a pretty, possibly beautiful, young woman. But right now she looks like a big sixth grader, and with the clear plastic glasses, a nerdy one at that.

Tonight, though, I think she looks kind of cute. The way she was dressed, wearing a pale blue and white crocheted crop-top and blue-and-white striped knit leggings, and with her pale blond hair pulled back in braids, she looked real cute sitting there on the couch with her dad. Oh, yeah – the only thing Lori was wearing besides the crocheted crop-top and knit leggings were the white cotton panties she had on when I told her to strip off her school jeans so I could throw them in the wash, and which are now stretched over her plump labes.

They were kind of scrunched together. Lori was snuggled against Dave’s shoulder, but it looked like she’d just plunked herself down where there was a little space between where Dave was already sitting and the end of the couch. He had moved his arm up onto the back of the couch, while her one arm was scrunched in between them and her thigh was pressed against his. The way they were it looked like it couldn’t be comfortable for them.

And I thought, “This is my chance!”

Making sure I wasn’t interrupting at a crucial point in their movie, I went over to where Dave and Lori were sitting.

“You two don’t have to sit all scrunched up like that. Here...,” I took Dave’s arm that was stretched back uncomfortably over the sofa and put it around Lori. But I didn’t just drape it over her shoulder. I guided it down around her so that it ended up resting almost on her tummy – and maybe even just a little lower.

“Lori, your hand’ll fall asleep that way – here...,” and I extracted her arm from where it was trapped between them and placed it on her dad’s thigh. Not on the inside, where his cock was already showing signs of swelling – but near!

For the rest of the movie I kept watching them out of the corner of my eye, and I noticed how “gravity” was causing Dave’s hand to slide downward – just a little – on Lori’s tummy. I also saw how his swelling cock was moving closer to Lori’s hand, which somehow seemed to be edging farther and farther over onto her dad’s thigh.

And there was another thing I noticed: the growing wet spot on the white cotton panties that were stretched tight over Lori’s plump developing young pussy, which she exposed when she tossed her leg over the arm of the couch.

It was so hot, watching this little exhibition of theirs that I had a hard time not fingering myself right there and then. I just hoped that it was turning Dave on enough that he’d want to give me a grade-A fuck when we get to bed.

When the movie ended I told Lori to go up to her room and get ready for bed, but I figured that what I just witnessed in the living room with her and Dave was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

So while Lori was in the bathroom brushing her teeth I went into her dresser drawer and removed all the T-shirts she used for sleeping, leaving just one – the oldest, thinnest, shortest one she still has. When she came out of the bathroom I told her, “I’m sorry, Lor – I put all your sleep shirts in the wash today – this is the only one left – I’ll have the rest back for you tomorrow, promise, but tonight you’ll have to sleep in this one.

She took the old T-shirt I was holding out for her and gave it a skeptical look, but I assured her it would be fine “for just this one night.”

“I’ll send Dad up in a minute to say goodnight,” and left her bedside lamp on “dim” while I went downstairs to set up the second part of my plan.

I said to Dave, “I think she really enjoyed sitting with you like that tonight. Why don’t you go upstairs and...,” I was going to say ‘say goodnight to her.’ But then I realized that I wanted to be sure they got closer than that, “ ... kiss her goodnight.”

Dave went upstairs, and as soon as he went into Lori’s room I quietly went up the stairs and stood in the hall where I could peek in. From where I was I was able to have a good view of Lori’s bed – and of Dave leaning over next to it.

Dave leaned over to kiss Lori goodnight when she said, “I liked sitting with you tonight.” Dave wasn’t sure how to respond to that statement, but finally he said, “I liked sitting with you, too, Kitten.”

Then Lori said, “Daddy...?”

“Yes?”

“Daddy, would you put your hand on my tummy, like you were when we were watching the movie?”

I could see that Dave didn’t know how to respond to this request, like it seemed like something it would be inappropriate for him to do ... but also, something that he wanted to do.

“Sure, Kitten.”

He put his hand on the sheet, about where Lor’s tummy would be. But in a few seconds Lori said, “That isn’t as nice as when we were watching the movie. Here...,” and she lifted the sheet, not enough to see anything, but ... enough.

“Now put your hand on my tummy.”

I could practically read what was going on in Dave’s head. On the one hand, he knew that there’s no way a father should be touching his young teenage daughter there, like that. It’s just plain wrong.

On the other hand, he loved Lori more than anything and didn’t want to do anything that would make her unhappy.

But on the third hand ... There was no way I could actually see, but I’d bet that Lori’s father was starting to feel those same kinds of feelings that he felt when he was sitting next to his young daughter – those feelings that caused his cock to swell inside his loose jogging pants...

From where I was standing – hiding – in the hall, I could see Dave as he slid his hand in under the sheet that Lori was holding up for him – and I could see his stunned reaction when he discovered that there wasn’t any T-shirt there where his hand was. It was almost like he got an electric shock when his hand touched the bare, young flesh of his 14-year-old daughter.

I could see his hand jerk beneath the sheet the moment he first touched the bare skin. But then I saw his expression change and he relaxed some, and he let his hand settle back down on his daughter’s bare tummy.

“Yes – that’s nice, Daddy.” They both stayed like that, her arms at her sides, his hand where her belly is, neither of them moving.

Then – and it was almost like Lori decided she had waited long enough – she raised one hand and put it on the sheet, just about where her dad’s hand was and let the weight of her hand push her daddy’s hand downward – down her body, down toward ... I could see Dave, not moving at first, but then deciding, and he let his hand be pressured downward by the weight of his daughter’s hand on his.

They stayed like that, not moving, for what seemed like ages. And then I could see Dave slide his hand farther down, down toward ... and I could see Lor’s legs relax, just a little, making just a little more room for her dad’s paternal hand.

And I realized that I was holding my breath, waiting to see where this would go – how far it would go, hoping...

And I think i saw Dave’s fingers, moving under the bedsheet, possible exploring, where Lor’s legs came together ... and then Lor’s hips started to lift, just the tiniest bit, but they were...

And then all of a sudden Dave withdrew his hand from under the sheet and leaned over and gave Lor a quick kiss and said, “Goodnight, Kitten.”

“Goodnight, Daddy.” And then, “Daddy?”

“Yes, Kitten?”

“I love you, Daddy.”

Dave reacted as if he’d never heard these words before.

Or maybe like he’d heard them, but they’d never meant the same thing before as they did this time.

“I love you too, Kitten.”

***

Funny thing. Turns out I “forgot” to do Lor’s laundry, so for the second night she’s having to wear that old, thin T-shirt that barely covers her cute round butt – or her almost-hairless pussy!

“Daddy’s had a long day, Honey. Tonight why don’t you go down to kiss him good night.”

I think she was disappointed that Daddy wouldn’t be coming upstairs to “say goodnight” like he did last night.

“Allll ... right..., ” And down the stairs she went, the bottoms of her butt cheeks flashing with each step.

I followed her about halfway down and then stopped on the landing, in a place where I could see what was happening in the living room.

Dave was sitting in his favorite lounge chair. Lori climbed up onto it like she has so many times before. Like before, she clambered up and put her knees in either side of her daddy. Only this time she plunked – then nestled – her almost-bare crotch right over his barely clothed one.

Dave kind of jumped when he felt her weight land on him there.

On the other hand, he didn’t make any attempt to move her.

“Mommy said that you’ve had a long hard day and that i should come down here to kiss you goodnight.”

Dave smiled and said, “And your mommy was right!” He tickled her on the ribs, not a lot, just enough to get the reaction he wanted.

“D-a-a-a-d-d-y-y – quit it!”

“Okay, Kitten, but only if you give me that kiss that you promised.”

“Alright.” Lori leaned forward and put her lips on Dave’s and they shared a daughter-father kiss.

Then Lori straightened up a little and looked at Dave.

And Dave looked back at her, and some... signal ... must have passed between them, because Lori leaned forward again and put her lips against Dave’s. Except this wasn’t a “kiss.” She held her lips against his – their lips touching. And they both stayed like that.