Chapter 1: Soon to be a Woman

: Soon to be a Woman

I thought I made all of the right decisions when it came to raising my daughter, Shaina. Her mother left us when she was little and it's been the two of us since and I raised her with rules—taught her to act proper. I thought that was what I was supposed to do.

Our biggest conflict, of course, was always boys. I told her she wasn't allowed to see a boy romantically until she turned sixteen. She agreed to abide by my rule on one condition. Her

For the life of me, I would have sworn this plan was perfect. I couldn't think of a single reason for Shaina to take advantage of my approach with this. She was a beautiful, intelligent girl with a perfect GPA, good sense, and she was popular at school. She was a well-rounded person.

Little did I know, she planned on taking full advantage of the freedom I was offering her when she turned sixteen. In my mind, I thought that treating her as an adult meant just that—viewing her as an adult and respecting her that way. I thought it meant loosening the leash a little. She had other plans.

Two weeks before her sixteenth birthday, I asked her what she wanted from me and for her birthday in general. I figured she'd want to throw a major party and celebrate it with a bang. She said she did want to have a few friends over, but she didn't want a big party. I didn't really mind not having to cover the expense of a big party so I didn't make a big deal about it. She asked, instead, to spend five hundred dollars on some new clothes. I didn't think that was too outrageous so I handed her my card and she disappeared into her room. An hour later she came back out, card in hand, and informed me that she went over the five hundred limit, but not too excessively. At the end of the day, she spent six. I still thought I was ahead of the game.

I wasn't. I had no idea what I was in for.

About a week later, deliverymen from UPS began making regular stops at the house. They delivered packages of all sizes, many of them very small, but a few of them big enough for a small television. Each of the boxes originated from different companies, most of which, I'd never heard of before. I assumed that these boxes contained Shaina's new wardrobe, but she was keeping the items within, a big secret. I let her have her privacy and didn't push.

Her birthday was July 11^th. It fell on a Saturday and her plan was just to have six friends over (four guys and two girls) and she said all they were going to do was hang out all day. She was still in her room when her friends showed up and I was hanging out in the pool. I figured that if I wanted any pool time for myself, I should get it before her friends arrived. They all showed up at the same time, the boys coming to the back where the pool was, and the girls heading up to Shaina's room.

I didn't want to intrude on their fun so I started to collect the book I was reading, my drink, and towel, but Boxer (I don't know why they call him that), stopped me.

"You sure you don't want to hang out for a bit? The girl's are supposed to put on a bit of a show."

It's supposed to be the kids that are naïve, not the adults. When he said they were going to put on a show, I was figuring some kind of cutesy cheerleader routine—a little innocent fun. I know I'm not supposed to think this way, but both Autumn and Abha (Hindu name meaning lustrous beauty) were hot for their age, and a bit of a show from those two was enough to keep my ass planted on the lawn chair. I eased myself back down and waited.

All four of the guys were in high spirits as they waited for the girls to come down. They tore off their shirts and immediately dove into the pool.

Let the splashing begin, I thought. I missed being that young and full of energy.

I entertained myself by listening to the guys screw around in the pool for about ten minutes. Surprisingly, the girls came out onto the deck. All of them wearing long bathrobes. Shaina marched up to me, leaned down and whispered into my ear, "you can stay out here, but only if you promise not to embarrass me. No freaking out!"

That was my first clue that things weren't what I thought.

My head still wasn't in the game. Even though I promised to treat Shaina as an adult when she turned sixteen, I still didn't actually see her that way. She was still my innocent little girl.

I nodded and promised to be a 'good boy'.

The girls called the guys back onto the deck and instructed them to sit in the lawn chairs lined up along the edge. I still didn't quite get what was about to happen, but looking back, I'm glad I had a twelve foot privacy fence surrounding the back yard.

They seated all of the boys and still Shaina stood in front of us. The other two girls stood off to the side waiting.

"As you all know, my dad has made me wait until today to be treated like an adult," she began. She gave me a look I didn't quite understand as she talked. It wouldn't hit me until later what that look meant. Not exactly anyway. "Well, today is that day and I wanted for all of you to share in my coming of age party. I plan to start it with a bang!"

Everybody gave a 'woooooo" at that comment and I had a 'bachelorette' party flash go through my head. It was the first incident appropriate thought I had that day, and my eyes couldn't help but drift over to the twins, Abha and Autumn. The twins were both born in India, Abha choosing to keep the name she was born with, and also to follow her Hindu upbringing, Autumn, abandoning those, and adopting a more 'American lifestyle. They were both gorgeous young Indian women and the dirty part of my mind hoped the hoops and hollers were founded.

"Luckily for you guys, Autumn and Abha have agreed to participate with me and Abha has asked if she can go first." Shaina stepped aside, waving her hand toward Abha. Shaina quickly made her way over to the stereo and started a CD playing. I didn't know it, but she had put it in prior and had it set to play. Abha took position in front of us and waited for the music to begin. The music started playing. It was slow and seductive. I'm not sure, but it sounded like it could be belly dancing music. She was a gorgeous girl, born in India, and the music sounded like it could be something from where she came from. She began to peel away the bathrobe, revealing a two-piece outfit that did look like something a belly dancer would wear. She tossed her bathrobe around and began gyrating her stomach and hips, turning slowly as she caressed up and down her beautiful brown body. I have to admit that the dance was hot, and I never realized just how well proportioned and truly beautiful she was before that. Both her top and bottoms were covered with shiny gold sequins—not excessively skimpy, but enough to show that her breasts were larger than what I expected to see from her. I was used to seeing her dressed in her cultural garb and I could understand why her culture kept her covered. The thoughts that were running through my perverted brain were not fit for a girl that young.

She continued her seductive style of dancing, suggestively rubbing her hands up and down her body, and before I knew what was going on, she began reaching behind her. If I didn't know any better, she was going to remove her bikini style top? She fidgeted, her nervousness showing through, as she undid the clasp in the back. The answer to my question came as her top fell away. She had another bikini top underneath, if that's what you could call it. The top was lime green and the cups of the bra were no bigger than a pickle. Her nipples poked through like pointed arrows and my jaw rested on the base of my neck, with my eyes nailed to her chest as she continued to dance.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Abha was the epitome of proper, but there she was dancing like a stripper with less than a quarter of her breasts covered and she wasn't done. She hooked a thumb into her bottoms and began to pull them down as the boys cheered her on. I looked over at Shaina in awe and she greeted me with the most shit eating grins of all grins.

Abha wasn't just teasing. Her bottoms inched their way down her waist. Lower and lower, they went as more and more of her bottom half-breathed air. It wasn't until her panties were completely around her thighs that I realized she was wearing another piece below. I guess you could call it a string bikini. More-so the micro string bikini, because the front flap of it was nothing more than one single thumb and it DID NOT cover everything it should have. The lower part of her lips were completely out in the open and the boys gave a football style cheer, bringing her face to beat red as it appeared before us all.

Yet she continued to dance. Pulling her bottoms further down her waist, kicking them casually to the side as she kept dancing. At first, I thought the little thumb covering the top half of her twat was suspended in midair. The strings holding it in place were so fine they were barely visible at all, giving the front patch a floating in place look to it. She turned, facing away from us all, prompting yet another cheer from the boys, presenting her naked ass to us. She leaned forward, running her hands up and down the backs of her legs and showing us everything. I couldn't believe how easily she presented herself to us. Her pussy looked perfect and I couldn't help but to imagine myself tasting it. I couldn't find a single flaw along the backs of her legs, and the half-pear that stared me in the face, looked immaculate. As if our view of her wasn't good enough, she reached behind her with both hands, spreading her cheeks and opening herself up, giving us a view of her opening. The sunlight glistened off the wetness that dripped from it.

Autumn took the stage the moment that Abha sat down. The moment her butt hit the chair Abha started giggling with her hands covering her face. It took her almost a minute to calm herself down, but Autumn waited for her fit to end. As soon as Abha stopped laughing, she asked Autumn to wait for a minute. She got up from the chair, dragged it over until it was butted tight against mine, and then she signaled for Autumn to go ahead.

I couldn't help but to let my eyes wander to what could only be thought of as her bikini bottoms. The little green patch hugged against the lips of her slit, but beneath that, the folds of her pussy were completely out in the open. She saw where I was looking, blushed timidly, but made no move to cover herself. She smiled instead, and I could almost feel the butterflies flying from her stomach. She was letting me look at her, and she liked my attention. My dick ached as I tore my eyes from her crotch.

"You're all finished then?"

I was between a rock and a hard place. Abha's pussy was within arms-reach of me, and don't you think for a second; that I didn't want to reach for it. Again. I know I wasn't supposed to think that way, but how could I not? She was only sixteen, but she was so close to naked—so beyond beautiful—that half my mind locked onto her proximity to me.

Autumn's music had a faster pace to it. She started her little dance with each hand gripping the front of her robe, holding it closed, but the second her music started, she tore herself free from it, pitching it to the side, and revealing her cheerleader outfit. I knew right away that it wasn't her standard issue (at least not beneath) because there were two foreign straps extending from beneath, cutting across from under her shirt, to under her skirt. The first time that she spun fast, intentionally lifting her skirt and exposing her tight ass, she confirmed my suspicions. There was a bright blue string extending up from the crack of her ass.

She danced and gyrated in front of us for almost a full minute and I swear she was as provocative and suggestive as any stripper could ever be. On two different occasions she blatantly lifted her skirt, showing us just how scantily her mound was covered, and she slid her finger up and down her slit as she humped into her finger, finishing off by licking the finger clean. I wouldn't be surprised if she made a couple of the boys come in their pants.

Autumn spun around, lifted her cheerleader top over her head, and adjusted her kini top, before spinning back around. Once she was facing us again, I could see why she needed to adjust it. It was nothing more than two one-inch strips traveling down her front. Her breasts were virtually identical to Abha's and they were pretty much out in the open, her tanned Indian body glistened in the sun. I think they call the bikini she was wearing a slingshot bikini, and I could tell why. As fast as she was dancing, there was no way she was keeping herself covered and she quickly gave up trying. Once her nipples had popped out for the third time, prompting a roar from the boys, she quit putting them back in—electing instead, to keep them out in the open and using them to spur the boys on. Autumn pulled a lawn chair up next to Abha, and plopped into it, still choosing to leave her chest fully exposed.

I couldn't help but notice that the boy's attention locked onto the girls even though all of the boys had to look across me to see the girls. That part was expected. There were, at that point, two nearly naked girls sitting in those chairs. The part that made me smile inside was that the girls were each continually drawn to themselves as they sat there. It was as if they couldn't believe that they were sitting there, out in the open, with so much of their bodies exposed, and had to keep checking in order to verify that it was really them, sitting in those chairs, with everything hanging in the air.

Shaina took her position and waited for everyone's attention to turn back to her. She looked me dead in the eyes. "You know I'm going to torture the fuck out of you today—don't you?"

I almost fell out of my chair. It was the first time I could ever remember hearing Shaina use the word fuck.

She nodded her head yeah, as if she were a rock star about to give a rock star performance. "Yeah, pops! I'm going to make you regret forcing me to wait so long to express my inner self! And don't you dare think about looking at me with any less enthusiasm than you looked at them. I swear to God, if you do? You'll never live it down." She turned her attention to the other boys. "Now you four. I plan on dragging this out and enjoying every second. If I dance close to you, keep your hands to yourself, unless I tell you different. If you as much as brush against me without my express permission, you don't get laid today! Got it?"

They each nodded eagerly, but my mind was stuck like a needle on a record player.

You don't get laid today? You don't get laid today? YOU DON'T GET ... WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY? LAID TO FUCKING DAY!!!

That's when the entire reality of every decision I'd ever made throughout my daughter's entire life slapped me right in the face. Had I gone about things in some kind of wrong way? My precious daughter was talking about her body as if it were some kind of hunk of meat, meant to lay boys with. She was going to lay some boys today. That's what this whole thing was about? Laying some boys, like Chinese people laid railroad ties back in the eighteen hundreds. She had herself a hammer. That hammer was her rocking body and she was gonna take out that hammer--lay some ties with it, daddy--but those ties weren't hunks of wood soaked in creosote; they were teenaged boys with hunks of wood in their pants, but that was hunky dory and fine and dandy, daddy, because Shaina wasn't going to let them boys suffer for too long. No sirree bob, she had everything set up. She was going to hammer them ties down—gonna lay some boys today, daddy.

Fuck me! I thought. Then I changed my terminology. Fucking was the last thing I wanted my daughter doing—me especially.

She made her demands and I dug my own hole. There was no way out for me. I was already neck deep, because even as these thoughts were drifting through my head about how I didn't want my daughter laying any boys today, I couldn't keep my rebellious eyeballs from drifting over to both Abha and her sexily full Indian body, nor Autumn's pert and still fully exposed nipples. I could see that both of them were starting to get wet and ready, which didn't help at all. I couldn't remember the last time I was with a woman, and my erection was begging me not to pass up any opportunities, no matter who the opportunity came from. There was no doubt in my mind that if either Abha, or Autumn showed themselves as available to me, I wouldn't be strong enough to say no to either of them.

So how could I not comply with my daughter's request?

Does she really want me to look at her that way?

She wanted more than that.