Chapter 2

I opened my eyes to see my daughter looking at me. There was a strange look on her face, one I’d never seen there before. I expected to see anger, or disgust, but neither of those emotions were present, at least not visually. It was a little like she was examining some bug, mounted under glass, of a sort she’d never seen before.

“I would never hurt you,” I gasped.

“I know,” she said. She got up. “I’m going inside, now.”

I was astonished to see a stain on the gusset of her new bikini. That stain had penetrated the modesty panel, too!

Watching us have sex had gotten her going!

Our mundane lives can be affected, now and then, by an unusual happening. A car wreck will do it, or a bad storm that damages things. The news that a loved one in the family has a dangerous illness can shake things up. Getting fired is a doozy. All those things, though, get adapted to and, eventually, incorporated into your lifestyle. Normalcy returns. It might be a new normal, but you still think of it as normal.

The strangeness of all this, though, didn’t abate. Nothing was awkward, exactly, after that, but it wasn’t the same as it had been, either. I expected the women to be tense. I thought Amanda would feel guilty, and I thought Riley would be weirded out.

But both women seemed more relaxed than ever. When Riley left, later, to go to a friend’s house, she gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, just like always. When she got back that night, everything seemed normal. I mean the old normal.

As for Amanda, she acted like nothing had happened at all. The only reference she made to it was later that night, when she reached to find my soft cock and get it hard again.

“You were fabulous, today,” she said, pulling me on top of her. She reached to get me inside her. “Be fabulous again for me.”

“It was different today,” I suggested. “You surprised me.” That’s how affected I was. Everything I said was understated.

She shrugged.

“It occurred to me that kids these days watch porn. You can’t stop them from doing it. And I figured seeing the real thing would be better than porn. What she saw today was real love, real tenderness, real passion. That’s what I want her to have.”

That was all she said.

But it made me think of Riley while I fucked her.

And, when I jetted into my wife’s pussy ... I was still thinking about Riley.

A week passed. I knew nobody had just forgotten about it, but nobody talked about it, either.

The next Saturday Amanda had a show to go to. She had five paintings in the show and wanted to be there, in case someone wanted to buy one. She said she’d be gone all day.

I was puttering in the kitchen, making breakfast, when Riley came in. She was still in her “jammies”, which consisted of a T shirt and panties. The T shirt was an older one she’d had for a while and was a little small for her. I could see the faint darkness of her areolas under the cloth.

“Mom has a show today, doesn’t she,” she said.

“Yeah. She’s already gone. Want some breakfast?”

“Just toast. What are you doing today?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Just being lazy.”

“Want to spend some time with me later?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she said. “I have some stuff to do, first.”

“Okay. I’m just going to read or play computer games. Yell at me when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” she said. She got her toast and left.

I realized she had a lot of tight ass packed into those panties as she walked away.

Instead of reading or playing games, I decided to jerk off.

I was doing that, in fact, when my daughter gave a perfunctory tap on the door, opened it, and waltzed into my bedroom.

“Hey, I was wondering,” she said as she breezed in. She opened her mouth to go on, but then realized what I was doing.

I was stark naked on my bed, cock in hand. I had frozen as she came in. It just happened to be in the “down” position, which meant my foreskin was peeled back and the purple knob of my prick was exposed.

“Shit,” we both breathed at the same time.

I changed to the “up” position, so the top half of my prick was encased in my hand. Don’t ask me why, but I felt more covered.

“Sorry,” we said, again in tandem. It was like we’d practiced it.

“I’ll come back later,” said my daughter, who was now blushing.

I reached for the only thing I could cover myself with, which was a pillow. I know I looked ridiculous lying there with a pillow across my hips.

“It’s okay,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

She looked startled, and then burst out into laughter.

Laughter is infectious, so I joined in, in an awkward sort of way.

It got more awkward.

When she stopped laughing, she didn’t leave.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

What did I have to lose?

“Sure,” I said.

She opened her mouth, and then closed it.

“Never mind,” she said. “It can wait.”

Then she turned and left.

My cock had half softened, and I wasn’t in the mood anymore, so I got up.

It wasn’t until lunch that I saw her again.

“After lunch I want to spend time with you,” she said.

“Okay.”

While I did the dishes she disappeared.

When she got back, she had on the bikini.

“I want to lay out with you,” she said.

Riley is more lightly built than Amanda, but the same five foot four; so far at least. She probably has a bit more to fill out yet, but she will stay more slender, I think, especially if she gets taller. Still, her body in that bikini was like the art you see of Elven warrior women, lithe and muscled, with proudly thrusting breasts above a narrow waist, and hips a man wants to grab onto.

I think Elven warrior women, lithe and muscled, with proudly thrusting breasts, are sexy.

I had a dilemma. On one level, I knew what was happening. My daughter was using her new bikini to feel sexy. She was doing a fabulous job of that. That part, I got. What I didn’t get was why she wanted to do it with me as a witness. Of course being sexy alone isn’t very fulfilling. It helps if there’s validation from another source. By asking me to lay out with her, she was making me that source.

Riley wasn’t stupid. She got good grades and didn’t have to study that hard to do it. She proved how smart she was when she went on.

“I know this is awkward for you, Daddy,” she said. “I know you’ll get another...” she looked away for a second, and then back, “um ... erection, but that’s okay. Mom says it’s normal and I’m okay with it.”

“It is awkward,” I said. “But right now, the most awkward part about it is that you’re okay with it.”

She folded her arms under her breasts. It was like an invisible wonder bra had suddenly been applied.

“Do you love me, Daddy?”

“Of course I do,” I answered, instantly.

“Well, that’s all I really care about,” she said. “I’m not going to compare you to other men. You’re my daddy, and if you love me, then everything is okay.”

“You’re really okay with it?” I asked.

“I want to do this!” she snapped. “Besides, Mom said you were going to answer my questions.”

“Questions?”

“About men.”

“Oh.”

“Would you please lay out with me?” Her voice changed from all grown up to more little girlish.

“Okay,” I caved. “I will.”

“Good.” She turned to leave. I stared at her naked ass. When she got to the door, she looked back over her shoulder. It was obvious she was displaying her back to me. “You don’t necessarily have to wear a suit ... if you don’t want to.”

Then she was gone.

And I knew I was in big trouble.

I couldn’t go out there naked. I just couldn’t. It was obvious she wanted me to, but I still couldn’t.

My mind was in turmoil. What else did she want? How would I know? What if she wanted something I couldn’t do? Or shouldn’t do! I stood there in my baggies, with the front poking out already.

What was I supposed to do?

I centered on her comment about me answering her questions. That was what I was supposed to do. I’d answer her questions. It would be fine.

When I got to the back yard, she was already laying on a towel. She was on her front, which made her look naked. At the same time, her legs were closed, her arms at her sides, and her face turned away from the house. She looked innocent ... in a worldly sort of way. Have you ever looked at a model in a girly magazine and imagined she’s a virgin, and just revealing her body to earn enough to work her way through medical school?

Yeah. Me neither. Well, actually, I tried that one time, but I just couldn’t make it work. She couldn’t be a virgin. Not with that look on her face. Not if she was that willing to show you everything she had.

It was like that with Riley, but even worse. I knew she was innocent, pure on a fundamental level, but looking at her in that bikini, lying on that towel, made it impossible for me to believe that she was untouched by a man’s grasping, horny fingers. She was a virgin. I knew that. I just couldn’t believe it.

I spread out a towel and lay down on it, also on my front. Her head turned toward me.

“The sun block is right there.” She moved her eyes to the bottle, which was lying on the corner of her towel.

“Thanks,” I said.

I reached for it and sat up, facing away from her so my traitorous prick wouldn’t be in her view. I applied a coat to my arms, chest and legs. It was silly. I couldn’t reach my back, and everything I coated was going to be against the towel. I wasn’t about to lie on my back in this situation. I closed the cap on the bottle and tossed it back where it had come from. I was in the process of lying down again when she spoke.

“I meant for me, Daddy.”

“What?”

“I meant I need sun block spread on me,” she said, patiently.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.

“You want me to burn?”

“Honey, there’s no way in the world I can put sun block on you.”

“I told you I don’t care about your boner,” she said.

“That’s not the point,” I said.

“Then what’s the point?”

I thought about my hands, sliding all over her back ... and buns ... and between her legs ... and along her sides ... and under her, to cup her breasts.

“I can’t explain that,” I sighed.

“You have to.”

“Well I can’t.”

“Mom promised me you’d answer my questions, Daddy.” Her voice was resolute. Promises in our family were a big deal. We didn’t treat them casually. I took promises seriously, and didn’t make one if I wasn’t sure I could deliver. The problem was that my wife had made a promise that I had to keep.

“Okay,” I said. “But you have to understand that this could make you uncomfortable.”

“Watching Mom fucking you on a towel in the back yard made me uncomfortable,” she said, casually. “How uncomfortable can it be to just get answers?”

“Got it,” I said.

“So why don’t you want to rub oil on me?”

“Because you’re beautiful. Your skin is beautiful. Your naked ass is beautiful. And I’d want to rub every inch of your body.”

“Okay. Thank you,” she said.

That was it?

“That’s why,” I added, feeling a little let down.

“I understand, but I still don’t want to burn. So it’s okay if you rub anywhere my suit doesn’t cover.”

I swallowed.

“Your suit doesn’t cover anything at all on your back, sweetheart,” I said.

She reached behind with one hand and pulled at the bow of her bra. The strings fell to her sides.

“Now my suit doesn’t cover anything on my back,” she said.

She reached for the sun block and tossed it at me.

What happened then is something that’s difficult to describe. The closest analogy I can think of is that things went into slow motion. Most men, in that situation, once they’d decided to do what was being asked of them, would gladly have jumped right in. They’d have gotten their hands on as many square inches of skin as possible, as quickly as possible.

For me, it was different. It was like her skin was some precious cloth that I didn’t want to snag or tear. Once I dribbled some oil in a line down her spine, and finally reached to touch her skin, I smoothed it with gentle, firm strokes. Her skin became a canvas, and my fingers were spreading invisible paint, making an abstract masterpiece. Amanda painted, and for the first time I understood the intimacy involved in art. It wasn’t sexual at all, but it was incredibly intimate.

She purred, making little happy noises.

My strokes were random. I didn’t cover one extremity, and then move to another. My hands just wandered all over. The first hint of sexuality was when I got to her ass cheeks. They were round, perfect partial globes of flawless skin. They were firm, and yet pliable, susceptible to force moving them several inches. I basically mauled them. The random nature of things was gone. I worked on her ass for a good five minutes and she just wiggled happily as I did it. As I did so her rosebud popped in and out of view. From where I was, at her side, I couldn’t see her pussy lips, but I knew if I moved, I could make that happen. I didn’t move ... but I thought about it.

Finally I came to my senses and stopped. I sat back down on my towel, feeling strangely exhausted.

“That was amazing,” said Riley.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice dull. I wanted to jerk off. My inhibitions about doing so were almost on the same level as one of the monkeys in the zoo, but I controlled the urge. I knew that, if I went inside, she’d follow me. She’d catch me doing that again.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah.”

“I have lots of questions.”