Chapter 1

My earliest recollections are of bath-time with Daniel, my Daddy. He always made the time fun! He would make sure to clean every last spot on my little body. Ellen, my Mommy, would often look on and laugh as I giggled when Daddy sometimes tickled me. I remember how good it felt in the warm bathwater. And Daddy was always so gentle. Though I didn’t much like taking baths, I always looked forward to it when I knew Daddy would be there.

As I got a little older I remember doing so many things with Daddy. He played dolls with me. He attended my tea parties, along with all my stuffed animals. He taught me how to ride a bike with training wheels, then without. He taught me how to swing a bat for tee ball. He attended every game with Mommy. I could always depend on him to kiss a boo boo, making all the pain suddenly disappear. He read bedtime stories until I would surely conk out before the story was finished.

As I got older I began to notice many things about Daddy. His kindness. His sense of humor. His great conversational skills, which I eventually realized were really his ability to quietly, intently listen. He actually let others do most of the talking. Beyond these personality traits, I began noticing much more about him by the time I turned twelve. Suddenly I noticed just how handsome he was.

As a young girl, a man’s looks was suddenly something I couldn’t help but notice. And I was noticing Daddy’s a lot. His full head of thick, light brown hair. His radiant deep brown eyes. His big, firm biceps and his muscular pecks. All his healthful eating, jogging and weightlifting kept him looking younger than his years.

Not that he was old. He was just thirty-four, and looked way younger. Even his skin was flawless! Oh, and I mustn’t forget the voice. There are voices, and then there are voices. Daddy’s was a smooth baritone, not too deep and not too high. Just plain sexy is the best way I can describe it. My sister, Julie, who’s four years older than me, was always talking about him. I know now that, at age sixteen, her hormones were raging.

She was constantly sitting next to Daddy on the couch, or cuddling with him under a blanket, watching TV on a cold evening while Mommy looked on, smiling in approval. Sometimes Julie and Daddy would leave the family room and go off together to his room. I’d ask Mommy what they were doing, but all she’d say is that when I’m older I’d understand. Then she’d redirect my attention elsewhere.

I didn’t comprehend at that age just what Mommy meant by that, even though there were obvious signs of things to come happening right before me. Only a young child could observe such things, day after day, yet remain absolutely clueless. Julie and Daddy would often touch each other a lot as they watched TV. Daddy sometimes had his arm around her with his hand resting on her breasts. Julie apparently liked that. I heard her sighing a lot at times. Julie looked happy, and so did Daddy.

Mommy would occasionally look over at them, always smiling. So, to me, that sort of physical contact seemed to simply be an innocent way to physically express family affection. I wondered if he would someday do that with me once I was more grown-up, like Julie. Talk about clueless!

Julie was so pretty. She had long light blonde hair, with a touch of curl. By the time she was sixteen her boobs were big. I noticed Daddy looking at them a lot. A couple times I saw Julie naked, once as she was getting dressed, and once when she darted down the hall to her room from the shower. I couldn’t believe all the hair she had down there! It was blonde, but it looked a little darker than the hair on her head. Her boobs were big and full already. Her body was shapely. Her butt was full and round.

I remember going to my room, closing the door, undressing and looking at myself in the long mirror. I compared myself to what I had just seen, and it wasn’t good. My boobs had barely started to bud. My body shape was, well, straight. Like a pencil! And down there? If the lighting was just right I could see some peach fuzz. All very disappointing and depressing stuff. Sometimes all I could think about was getting older so I’d look like Julie. And, maybe then, Daddy might want to cuddle with me, too. I remember often muttering, “Being a tween sucks!”.

It was when I turned thirteen that Daddy started becoming more physically affectionate with me. I remember him telling me how beautiful I was becoming, how I was slowly developing into an attractive young lady. When we hugged, he would sometimes place his hands on my rear. I’d seen him do that with Julie a lot, so it seemed normal and made me happy when he started doing the same things with me. By then my body had changed a lot. My hips had widened some. My boobs weren’t what you’d call big, but they were real boobs! I could tell Daddy liked what he saw, and so did I. And down there? My peach fuzz had turned to real hair, the color of the hair on my head. Strawberry blonde.

At age thirteen the brain changes as much as the body. My brain was no exception. Things I once liked were no longer of interest. Things I once hated had become cool. My taste in music changed. Even my love of stuffed animals was history, though my room was still loaded with them. But one thing in particular had changed a lot. My feelings about Daddy had grown from childish admiration to a full-fledged, obsessive crush!

All his wonderful personality traits and macho physical appearance were all I could think about sometimes. I’d meet good looking boys at school. Some of them liked me, and even wanted to be my boyfriend. But all I could do was compare them to Daniel, my father. The poor things never stood a chance.

Just after turning thirteen it happened. I was changing my underwear after waking when I saw they were badly blood-stained. It scared me and I ran to tell Mommy. That’s when she sat me down for a good, long talk. It was a sort of birds and bees talk. She explained exactly why I had been bleeding, and that there was nothing to fear. She called it puberty, and that it was totally normal.

Then she told me that she’d wait until I’d had a couple periods before taking me to see the doctor to get a birth control pill prescription. I asked why so soon. She just told me that young girls in the Peters family always go on birth control. End of story. I would have to begin taking them daily, without fail. Mommy promised to frequently check to ensure I was taking one every day. And three months later, off to the doctor’s office we went.

It wasn’t long before even Daddy knew I had my first period. Since then I’ve learned that most girls would be simply mortified to know their father was aware of such things. However, our family dynamic was such that we freely discussed things that most other families considered personal and private. He told me he could see so many changes in me, just like he had seen in Julie years ago. I may not have shown it on the outside but, inside, I was ecstatic to hear those words from my father.

I immediately envisioned cuddling with him just as my sister did. Julie once told me in passing how happy it made him when she matured. I loved Daddy so very much. We had been very close my whole life, and being even closer to him would be simply wonderful. I still hadn’t connected the dots. Life, to me, was still a fairy tale, of sorts. The reality of what awaited me in the very near future, if I so desired, still eluded me.

In the weeks and months that followed I took my birth control pills religiously every morning, exactly as my mother had instructed. Though I still had no idea why I should be taking them so soon, I wasn’t one to argue when told what to do by my parents. I was a very obedient child. Mommy said it was for my own good, and that was enough for me.

Time flew by, as it always seems to do. Before I knew it I was on the cusp of becoming a fourteen-year-old! My body had continued to change, and for the better, as I saw it. I was finally wearing real bras, not the so-called “training” bras. Haha! I had comical thoughts of my boobs being worked out by the training bras, like an army drill sergeant. Being trained to grow and be perky! Hahaha!! Of course it was I who was being trained, not my boobs.

And it was being noticed at school, and at home. Julie would tease me and say I had a long way to go to catch up with her. And, actually, she was quite right. As I told you before, there was virtually nothing personal and/or private in our home. Daddy was definitely taking notice, and told me so.

“Tina, sweetheart, you’re changing so fast! I can’t help but notice. You’re becoming a very beautiful young lady, just as Julie did. The boys at school must be going gaga over you!”

Daddy was right. The boys really were taking notice. It was embarrassing the way they gawked at me. Some really did like me and wanted me to be their girlfriend. But they had no idea what sort of standard I had set in my mind for the ideal male. That standard far exceeded anything those cute, immature boys could ever offer me.

The standard demanded he be tall, handsome with sparkling eyes, strong, loving and very affectionate. He had to have a deep, sexy voice and a thick head of semi-curly light brown hair. Oh, and of course, he had to have a very macho mustache above his glistening lips. That was a very stringent standard, I know, but I knew just the guy who fit it to a T, and he just sent my mind reeling as he complimented me on my good looks.

Part II

The physically affectionate times with Daddy became more and more frequent, especially on days when Julie wasn’t at home. He would tell me how beautiful I was as he touched my shoulder, or placed his hand flat against my lower back. If we were sitting, he’d sometimes lay his warm hand on top of my thigh. With every touch I felt a thrill run through me from head to toe that made me shiver a bit. I’d never felt anything like it before, but Daddy’s touch did it every time. He must have seen it. It would also make me blush. Daddy would say that blushing made me look absolutely adorable, which made me blush even more. Once I can remember Mommy noticing, and commenting.

“Daniel! You’re embarrassing poor Tina. Maybe she doesn’t like all that attention.”

To which I quickly replied, “No, it’s OK. Really, Mommy. I don’t mind at all! Honest, Daddy.”

Daddy piped in. “There. See, Ellen! Tina doesn’t mind. She loves it when I notice how stunning she’s becoming. A loving father can’t help but see that, and be proud of his daughter.”

Wow! I make him proud? That was just icing on the cake for me. Oh, how I loved that man. I was nearly fourteen at the time. Every time he was near me I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, and my head would feel hot, my hands clammy. This was a recent phenomenon, and I fought to understand it. I’d think, “Why does Daddy do that to me? It never happens when I’m with cute boys. I eventually figured it must have something to do with maturing, and would pass soon enough. But, of course, it never did.

The big day was just a week away. June 12^th. My fourteenth birthday! There were plans for my party at Aunt Tessie’s house. Aunt Tessie is my father’s sister, just a year older than him. She and I had a very close relationship. I could tell her anything, and know her lips were sealed. No matter how personal or private the subject, Aunt Tessie would always listen and offer tips and advice when needed. I asked Daddy if she’d be making my favorite Hawaiian Sunshine cake for my birthday.

“I honestly don’t know, sweetie. Everything is a secret so you’ll be surprised.” said my father.

“Whatever she has planned I know Aunt Tessie and Uncle Ralph will make it really special for me.” I declared.

Then Dad added, “Your sister will be able to make it, too. Julie will be home from college in just a couple days!”

“Yeah, she already called me to give me the good news!” I replied.

“You know it’ll be just a family thing this year, right, Tina?” my father asked.

“Yep. That’ll be great, Daddy. We’ll have lots of fun.”

Mommy walked into the kitchen fresh from her shower, with a towel wrapped like a turban atop her head. She reached out her hands, gently holding my face as she kissed my forehead. Her loving smile was so reassuring.

“Just another week, pumpkin! Do you think you’ll survive the wait?!”

“Mommy!! C’mon! I’m not like ten any more. I can wait.”

“Ellen, just take a good look at Tina. She’s definitely not a little girl anymore.”

And, like a speeding bullet, my big day had arrived. It was nearly 10:00 on a bright and beautiful Saturday morning. I was fourteen-years-old, and not a day too soon! I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I opened my bedroom door. Immediately my nostrils flared as I detected a tantalizing, familiar aroma. I wondered if it could be what I hoped for. I made my way to the kitchen.

“Daddy and Julie were already up.”

“Good morning, and happy birthday, my beautiful fourteen-year-old young lady!” was Daddy’s greeting.

“Yeah, sleepy head! I thought you might sleep right through your party.” Julie added.

“Not a chance! Not today!!”

My father was toiling over a hot cast iron skillet, cooking up a pile of my favorite - strawberry pancakes with sausages!!

“Good morning Daddy!” I said as he gave me a tight hug and a big kiss on the lips. Whoa, on the lips?! There was that thrill going through me again! “Where’s Mommy?”

“Mommy’s finishing taking her shower. So, tell me, are you excited today, turning fourteen?”

“Sure I am. But today means a lot more than just turning fourteen! It means I’m definitely not a tween anymore. Today, I’m an official teenager!”

Daddy said, “That’s odd. I could have sworn you were already a teenager.”

Then Julie added, “Doesn’t change a thing. You’re still a kid, kiddo! Don’t get a fat head.”

Julie was 18 and a college student. It was hard to compete with that. And, pretty? Julie was a real head-turner. And her body?? I seriously could never compete with that!! Well, at least not yet.

My birthday party at Aunt Tessie’s and Uncle Ralph’s house was just hours away. And I wanted to share everything with Aunt Tessie about the way I was starting to feel about Daddy. She really got me, and I could tell her anything. She was an adult, but she could always communicate at my level. It was like having a BFF built into my family! I needed to ask her questions that I was too embarrassed to ask Mommy.

Mommy finally came to the kitchen wearing the familiar towel turban on her head, and sat down with us. We all enjoyed the strawberry pancakes, and the Italian sausages were sooooo good. I was a meat-eater then, and still am to this day. I loved just about every sort of meat, but rare steaks were my absolute favorite. Daddy even bought some real Vermont maple syrup for the breakfast. It tasted so much better than the Aunt Jemima syrup we normally had.

After breakfast we all got ready for the party. Mommy told me to wear my new bathing suit and to bring a change of clothes.

“Aunt Tessie doesn’t have a pool!”

“Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t. Best to be prepared, Tina.”

That was a cryptic answer. Whatever! The day was sunny, and temperatures were predicted to get into the high eighties. It would be a perfect day to get wet and cool off.

It was 1:13 when we arrived at Aunt Tessie’s. Her husband, Uncle Ralph, greeted us as we got out of the car. He leaned down to give me a big birthday hug and kiss. In the distance were Aunt Tessie, Julie, Uncle Ron with Aunt Alice and their four kids, my cousins, plus Grandma and Grandpa, Mommy’s parents. That came to fourteen guests, not counting me. A perfect number to attend my fourteenth birthday!

I ran over to Aunt Tessie and greeted her with my very best bear hug and a kiss on the cheek, which she returned in spades. Aunt Tessie looked at me, eyes wide.

“Well, well! What a hug! Is it because it’s time for your birthday party, or just because you love your Aunt Tessie? Hmm?”

“Mostly because I love being here with you, but I’m excited about the party, too. I’ve missed you so much since our last visit, Aunt Tessie.”

“Oh! That’s so sweet, Tina. It’s always great having you here. You know I love you. Well, what do you say we go to the backyard where everything’s been set up?!” And off I ran.

The birthday party was a blast. Uncle Ralph already had horseshoe pits, plus he set up a badminton net, a corn hole bean bag tossing game and a slip ‘n slide! He even had a special sprinkler I saw on TV once. It wasn’t for the lawn. It was for kids to get wet. There was something fun for everyone. It was very warm and sunny. All the kids came dressed in swimsuits so we could have fun and cool off with the sprinkler and the slip ‘n slide. Daddy and Uncle Ralph did all the cooking on two separate grills. There were burgers, hot dogs, steaks and chicken. Delicious smells filled the air.

Aunt Tessie had made her famous homemade baked beans, along with potato salad and macaroni salad. Daddy LOVED her baked beans because they weren’t all syrupy and loaded with excess sugar like the canned stuff from the grocery store. They were baked with lots of bacon mixed in. Daddy put his careful, healthful diet on hold whenever he had them. He practically inhaled them!

First came the games for a while, then we sat down and attacked all that great food. I’m a steak fan, so I grabbed a small, rare rib eye. I also had some baked beans, corn-on-the-cob and a little potato salad. Aunt Tessie’s baked beans disappeared in a flash, but not before Daddy got his fair share. Haha! After everyone was properly stuffed, Uncle Ron brought out the birthday gifts.

I got everything I had wanted! It was obvious that Mommy had spread the word about what I wanted, or needed. I got a beautiful knee-length coral-colored dress from my parents, some very cool tee shirts, jeans, some makeup and a really nice sparkled and sequined case for my iPhone. I also got a couple pair of short-shorts from Mom and Dad, really short, just like I’d asked for. I suspected Daddy would appreciate that gift the most!

He had already told me how much he loved my cute rear, so super-short short-shorts should keep his eyes well occupied. When I opened that gift Daddy gave me a wry smile from a distance where he, Uncle Ralph, Uncle Ron and Aunt Alice were enjoying expensive, imported cigars. The smoke drifted our way once in while, and I kinda liked the aroma. It was a little sweet and almost chocolaty! I’d never smelled a cigar that nice before. They called it a Nicaraguan.

After all the gifts had been opened, and I had blown out the birthday cake candles, Aunt Tessie started cutting it and handing it out. It was a delicious chocolate cake with butter cream frosting, topped with white chocolate shavings. Aunt Tessie leaned down to tell me she also made a special 9” x 13” Hawaiian Sunshine sheet cake for me to bring home! She said it didn’t work well as a birthday cake for a large group of people, but she knew how much I loved it. She always made everything so special for me. She and Uncle Ralph didn’t have any kids, so maybe she thought of me as almost a daughter. Whatever the reason, she loved me, and I her.

I played with my cousins for a while after the cake. We put that slip ‘n slide to good use! Daddy took a video of us racing downhill on the wet plastic sheet, and then tumbling when our bodies hit the not-so-slippery grass. Then I wanted to relax for a while. I noticed Aunt Tessie was finally getting a little rest on the chaise lounge. I ran over to her and asked if we could talk personal things for a while.

“Of course we can! Let’s go inside so we can talk privately.”

Once seated at the kitchen table I just exploded, telling her everything! I told her how Daddy made me feel so good every time he touches me. I explained how I got a new thrilling feeling that had just started recently. I even admitted, sheepishly, that I had started feeling excitement in my vagina.

I told her how my heart raced when he was near, and how I got sweaty with clammy hands. I mentioned how Daddy was always complimenting me on my looks and my changing body, and that I could sense him watching me all the time.

“Yes, I know he does, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” How do you know, Aunt Tessie?”

“Well, I should say I figured he might. After all, you know about him and Julie.”

“Actually, I only have my suspicions. Please be honest with me about it. I need to know.”

“OK, sweetie. Your mother has already given me permission to tell you if you asked. She was going to tell you herself very soon, now that you’re old enough to really understand. But, she didn’t want me lying or avoiding it if you happened to ask me.”

“Really?! Oh, Aunt Tessie, I soooooo need to know.”

“Alright, sweetie. But, I must start from the very beginning if it will ever make any sense to you. Many years ago when your father and I were just kids, he and I really loved each other. We were inseparable. We did everything together. If anybody tried to hurt me, your father defended me and even got into fist fights over it. You might find it hard to believe, but I did the same thing once when older boys started harassing Daniel. They didn’t know what to do with a girl willing to fight them, so they scurried off. Haha!”

“As we got older, around your age, we both started feeling more than just the love one has for a sibling. I can’t explain it, but we started feeling for each other the way I suspect you’re feeling now for your father.”

“How do you mean, Aunt Tessie?”

“Tina, I’m telling you all of this in the strictest confidence.”

“Whatever I tell you, or you tell me, is our secret, Aunt Tessie. Always!”

“Thank you, sweetie. Well, I remember getting that thrilling feeling, too, when I was with Daniel. He was so handsome, and he was funny. He had a heart of gold, just like he still does to this day. I remember having a hard time taking my eyes off him. He was noticing things about me, as well.

I had matured a lot, physically. Like you with your father, I could sense him watching me all the time. At first he’d look away if I saw him looking. He was embarrassed, trying to make like he wasn’t staring at me. But I knew he was and, eventually, he stopped trying to hide it. And, so did I.

“Then what happened?” I whispered.

“Daniel had turned 15 just about a month after I had turned your age. One night our parents went out to have dinner at a friend’s house. Daniel and I were sitting close together on the couch watching TV. I remember he suddenly put his arm around me. I got all goose bumps and a severe case of those thrills.”

“I don’t know where I got the nerve to do it, but I had such a strong urge to kiss him, and I did. I reached over, pulled his chin over to mine and we kissed. Every cell in my body got excited, or so it seemed. Daniel and I kissed and kissed for so long.”

“Nooooo, reallyyyy?! Oh my God! What happened, then?” I whispered, but more loudly.

“Mind you, Tina, we were young and full of raging hormones. We just did what our bodies were screaming at us to do. Before I knew it we were half naked and couldn’t get enough of each other. I don’t need to go into explicit detail, but suffice to say we couldn’t stop. That night, in the glow of the TV, Daniel and I made love. Tina, forgive me, but it was the most wonderful experience of my young life. We were in love, and couldn’t stop saying it over and over as we made love.”

“Forgive you?? There’s nothing to forgive! Oh, Aunt Tessie, it’s so touching.”

“We had crossed the line from siblings to lovers, and could never undo it. But we didn’t want to. From that evening on, we were a couple. We kept it a secret, somehow. Lord only knows how we pulled that off! I wanted the world to know, but we knew it had to be kept hidden. No one could ever know. As we got older I honestly wanted us to move away where nobody knew us, so we could change our names, get married and raise a family.”

“But, as fate would have it, Daniel met a certain wonderful young lady named Ellen, your beautiful mother. It wasn’t long before Daniel said we had to stop. He said he’d always love me, more than just his sister, but he had fallen in love with Ellen.”

I could see Aunt Tessie’s eyes beginning to well up. She got up from the table to get us both some iced tea before she continued the story. I was awe-struck, and almost speechless as the story unfolded.

“Alright. Where was I? Oh, yes. When your father met your mother, the sparks really flew. I knew I had no right to hold onto him. He hugged and consoled me many times. He begged my forgiveness. And I did forgive him, and I honestly wished him well. You know, Tina, I’m no scientist, but I think your father and I inherited something in our DNA that spurred familial attraction. I say that not just because of your father and me, but also because of your father and Julie, and maybe even your father and you. I truly believe it’s genetic, and beyond our control.”

“Oh, Aunt Tessie, please, I need to know everything!”

“Alright, sweetie. You deserve to know. After Julie had turned your age, she had begun to experience many of the things you’re now feeling. Then, as now, I was a sounding board. Julie and I had a similar relationship to yours and mine, but not nearly as deep as ours. However, we were close enough that she confided in me when she didn’t know how to handle her feelings for her dad, and the feelings she believed her father had for her.”

“I told her about her father and me when we were teenagers, as I’ve told you. Once she knew about that, she was willing to let me speak to your parents about the situation. I confirmed that Daniel was also strongly attracted to Julie, and informed him Julie definitely felt the same. And, so, you should begin to understand what’s happening to you and, very possibly, your father as well.”

“I’ve been so stupid these past, what, four years?! Clueless. And, Julie never told me about you and Daddy.”

“Julie promised never to tell, just as you did.”

“But, wait!! What about my mother?”

“For reasons only she can tell you, Tina, your mother not only accepts it, but is very supportive of it. Your father doesn’t love your mother any less because of his relationship with Julie. Julie has blossomed into a wonderful, confident young woman. I believe that has occurred, at least partly, because of the tender love your father has given her. Rather than losing her virginity to just any guy who wanted to get into her pants, sex with your father has been instructive, loving and very affectionate.”

“And his love for her is forever. He’ll never leave her for another. A father and daughter bond like theirs can never be broken. Julie has talked to me many times since that first talk, and she has never regretted being with her father. Quite the opposite. Their relationship is precious to her, and he feels the same. These things will be true for you, as well, if it’s meant to be between you and your father.”

“But Daddy’s married to Mommy. He and Julie could never get married! What happens from here? I’m confused.”

“I know it’s hard to take in all at once like this, but soon it will all make sense to you. Julie doesn’t want to marry your father, and he doesn’t want that either. Plus, of course, they couldn’t legally marry even if they wanted to. No. Julie will meet a man someday, fall in love and marry him. She’ll have children and live a normal, separate life. But her time with your father will be the foundation upon which she builds her new life with the man she marries. Knowing this, Julie will carefully choose well. Now she knows what to look for in finding a good, loving man. Does that make any sense to you, Tina?”

“Yes, I think so. But, what about me and Daddy?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been leading up to. I’m going to sit down with your mother and father very soon. I’ll make it clear how you feel about your father, and I’ll confirm his feelings for you. One note of caution, dear. He may not have the feelings for you that you have for him. Feelings like that are natural and instinctive. It either happens, or it doesn’t.”

“He loves you dearly as his daughter. You know that. Never forget it! Whether he could also love you as his lover, physically, is quite another matter. You mustn’t be hurt if he can’t. It’s beyond his control. Nature always is.”

“But, Aunt Tessie. What if he doesn’t feel the same?” I asked as I felt my heart sinking.

“Oh, my poor darling. Don’t despair.” she said as she hugged me.

“Then you’ll continue loving him as your wonderful, loving Daddy, and time will heal. I promise it will. And, you’ll always have my shoulder to cry on, sweetie. That will never change. OK, Tina?”

“OK. I love you, Aunt Tessie.”

“Back at you, darlin’. Give me a big bear hug!”

The time flew by before, suddenly, we were almost dragged back outside by my cousins to get us into a game of badminton. As we went out to play the game, Aunt Tessie kissed me on the cheek.

She told me, “Just think about the party for now. I’ll talk to your mom and dad in a day or two.”

The rest of the day at Aunt Tessie’s went like a flash. We didn’t get home until 10:00, or so, that evening. I was exhausted. The day turned out to be even more fun than I had expected. I got some really cool gifts. The food was amazing, especially that rare rib eye! I hadn’t seen my cousins in quite a while, so that was great. We had a lot of fun together.