Chapter 4

Eleven year old Sally Anderson went back to bed with a funny feeling in her belly. Why did watching mummy and daddy swim make her feel like that? Was it the occasional glimpses of their naked bodies as they swam. She wondered how often they swam this early.

That night when she went to bed Sally set the alarm on her watch to wake her up at seven in the morning. To her disappointment she slept right through the alarm. It was two mornings later before Sally managed to get up and watch her parents swim again, they were already in the pool so Sally decided to try to wake up earlier tomorrow.

After about a week Sally was able to get up every morning to watch them and found that they usually went out to the pool at around half six. The first morning that Sally was able to get up early enough to watch them walk out to the pool was a day that Sally would remember for the rest of her life.

Just after half past six her mother and father walked naked out to the pool hand in hand, they paused for a moment by the side of the pool. Slowly leaning towards each other mum and dad kissed each other before turning and diving cleanly into the water. They swam side by side for about an hour as their daughter watched before climbing out and walking back to their room hand in hand.

To the impressionable preteen it was just so, so romantic.

All year round they would use the pool, in rain frost and snow. Even on the coldest mornings they never hurried and always took time for a kiss before diving into the icy water. Sally watched them almost every morning.

Very occasionally Sally would miss a morning because she over slept. A more frequent cause for Sally to miss the morning swim was if she spent a night at her best friend Alice’s house, or Alice had slept at her place.

If one of the girls were to stay at the other’s house it was usually Alice staying with Sally. Alice’s parents had split up when she was nine and Alice’s mother was only too happy to get the chance for a night out.

On the nights that Alice stayed Sally was tempted to get up and watch her parents, but she was afraid her friend would find out. To Sally’s young mind it was ok for her to spy on her parents because she was family, to her it didn’t seem right that Alice might look at them as well.

After her parents swim Sally would lie in her bed and explore her developing young body as she tried to understand her feelings about their swimming. She knew that what she felt in her tummy was what girls were supposed to feel about boys, although not their father. What Sally couldn’t understand was why her mum had almost the same affect on her.

This carried on for two years before the now thirteen year old Sally was surprised one summer morning. After their swim her parents didn’t walk back to their room hand in hand, instead her mother stopped her father and kissed him. Sally could see her mother’s hand as it wrapped around his penis. She had sat through sex education classes at school so she was aware of what the parts were and what they were used for, plus of course heard all the names the other kids called the various parts.

Sally watched enthralled as her mother knelt in front of her father and took his penis into her mouth, they never described that in sex ed. Later that day Sally raided her savings and after school she bought a cheap pair of binoculars.

When Sally got home she tried to sneak into the house with her new purchase but her mum saw the bag she was carrying.

“What you got there honey?” she asked as Sally tried to hurry up to her room.

“Um, just a new hobby, Gonna see what birds live in the woods.” Sally rushed, her face reddening as she spoke.

Her mum seemed to give her a look that searched out the lie for what it was, Sally blushed even more under her mum’s scrutiny.

“Well, have fun dear.” She gave Sally a knowing smile.

Sally ran to her bedroom and hid the binoculars in what had once been her toy chest, now it held some things she didn’t want her mother to find. She had nagged her dad that she needed a padlock on her chest and eventually she got a large lock put on the chest. So Sally kept her treasures locked away in her chest. In addition to the binoculars there were a few magazines she had “bought” off of some boys at school. One had cost her a flash of her developing breasts and she had got two magazines for showing the boy and his friend the sparse covering of hair over her pussy. And of course her diary, it would never do for her mum to see that as she had written about every time she had watched them at the pool, and how it made her feel.

It had never occurred to the young girl that padlocks usually came with two keys. Her father had entrusted the spare key to Sally’s mother who, Sally later found out had used it to keep track of her daughters developing sexuality.

Sally had spent hours examining the dog eared magazines and had worked out that she was just as attracted to the girls in the pictures as the boys. She also felt excited by the sight of the girls at school when they were changing. Sally was not upset about this discovery about herself. She knew from reading on the internet that a lot of young girls experimented with other girls, some found they liked it and some found it wasn’t for them.

What HAD upset Sally’s balance a little was her reaction to two particular people. Whenever she spent time with Alice her best friend Sally felt a breathless excitement that almost drove her mad trying to hide her feelings for her best friend. Those feelings she could cope with, just, if Alice ever found out, it could be embarrassing but she knew that Alice wouldn’t dump her because of it.

What had really shaken Sally’s world was the realisation that she was in love with her own father. She had tried to deny it to herself, but every time she was in the same room as him she felt her knees go weak, her breath would catch in her throat and she would feel herself flush. To make matters worse she was pretty sure her mother had noticed the effect dad had on her.

So Sally maintained her silence about her loves, and watched them when she could. She knew the bodies of both of her loves, her father’s from his daily swim with mum, and Alice’s from the showers at school.

Two weeks after Sally had watched her mother give her father a blowjob beside of the pool Sally’s world shifted yet again.

It had started with such a stupid thing, she had been charged full fare on a bus as the driver thought she was over sixteen. So when she had gone home Sally went in search of her birth certificate. She knew where her parents kept most of their paperwork and no one had ever told her not to touch it. Folded up in a suitcase of old photos and mementos of past holidays Sally found the pale green sheet of paper. She recognised it as a birth certificate as several of her friends regularly carried theirs around with them to prove their age. On opening the document Sally’s mouth dropped open in shock. In the section marked “Father” was the word “Unknown”.

She stared at the sheet for some time before she realised that another piece of paper had been folded with it. Opening it Sally found it to be letter, from a man called Graham. He was demanding to see his daughter and threatening legal action if Sally’s mum didn’t provide access to her.

Sally sat there stunned. The man she had called her father wasn’t. It was hard to take in, who was her father then?

Eventually Sally tidied away all the evidence of her search and returned to her room with the certificate and letter.

She sat on her bed and reread the letter time after time. It slowly sank in, Morgan Vech was not her father. She knew she should be upset, she had been lied too, she should want to find out who her father really was. She knew that was how she should feel, but the only thought that could hold the girls attention was “It’s ok to love him, he’s not her father, it wouldn’t be incest.”