Chapter 1

Thirteen

My daughter’s thirteenth birthday party was at our house, in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Houston, Texas. The last of her friends had just been picked up by their parents. My beautiful wife Helen was cleaning up the party mess in the kitchen. I was sitting down to relax in my favorite reclining chair. It’s big and plush and faces our huge-screen TV.

My daughter Aubrey came over, giggling, and climbed into my lap facing me. This was not unusual. She was a “daddy’s girl” all her life, always affectionate with me, to the point of being clingy. Several times in her childhood, my wife and I would have to sit her down and draw firm boundaries. Letting go of daddy when he had to do something. Not hugging my legs when I tried to walk around. Not humping my leg - seriously, little girls do this sometimes, and it took a while to convince Aubrey that it was inappropriate behavior.

“Hi Daddy,” she said, looking into my eyes and smiling. “Am I a big girl now?”

“You sure are,” I said.

“So will you kiss me like you kiss Mommy?”

I paused. There was tension in her body, the way she was pressing against me. I became acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing a skirt, which was slipping up, her legs splayed on my lap, her panties pressing gently against my lap. The way her bangs hung, her dark hair straight and smooth around her pale face, looking just like her mother. Just like my wife that I still lusted after, only smaller, cuter.

“I can’t kiss you like I kiss Mommy,” I said firmly. “I’m your father, and it’s not right.”

“But you said! When I was older!” She pouted.

“I’m sure I didn’t mean it like that. I think I said, when you’re older, you’ll be able to make up your own mind about how you kiss me. Little girls don’t know enough to make that decision.”

“So I’m older now, and I want to kiss you like a grownup.”

“She has a point,” said my wife, coming into the room. “You did say, when she was older, and you didn’t say how old.”

“Not fair, you’re ganging up on me!” I protested. “OK. Let’s put a date on it. Next year. When you’re 14, you can decide how you want to kiss me.”

“A whole YEAR?” pouted Aubrey.

“He’s your father,” chided Helen. “Remember what we talked about consent? He gets to decide who kisses him, and how. He has to consent.”

“You guys are no fun,” pouted Aubrey, climbing out of my lap and heading off to her room.

My wife smiled and climbed onto my lap, in the same position that Aubrey had been in. Her mouth sought mine, and we kissed hotly, her tongue eagerly playing with mine. Her body squirmed against me.

“Do you realize what you’ve said to her?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

“I told her no?”

“Not really. You said when she’s 14, she can kiss you any way she likes. Can you handle it if she kisses you like I just did?”

“She won’t ... I don’t think ... she won’t, will she?”

“Come on. She’s already experimenting with kissing boys. Her body is changing, she’s got her period, and her brain is surging with hormones. A year from now, she’ll be coming for you. She’ll probably look forward to it all year. If you change your mind, it’ll be very bad.”

“Oh, Jesus. Maybe she’ll forget? Maybe she’ll get so interested in boys that she’ll lose interest in me?”

Helen laughed. “Oh, that’s unlikely. Remember my history? There’s a reason why I’m not concerned about her kissing you. I did that, and a lot more, with my own dad.”

“But ... you were older.”

“It actually started when I was 13. I wanted him, and he didn’t stop me. That’s why I’ve never thought of it as abuse, because he never initiated. Making out with my dad was 100% my idea.”

“And your mom...”

“My mom didn’t know. So yeah, that wasn’t a great situation. But it’s different with us. She isn’t hiding anything from me. Aubrey and I have a great relationship, we tell each other everything. She already told me all about what she’d like to do with you.” Helen laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s all tame so far.”

I laughed with her.

Fourteen

Aubrey’s fourteenth birthday party was at a friend’s house. I got home first, then Helen went to go pick up Aubrey. When they got home and came into the living room, they were both smiling. Aubrey climbed into my lap facing me, and Helen sat down in the other chair, watching.

“Hi, Daddy!” giggled Aubrey. She gave me an innocent kiss on the lips, then pulled back and studied my face.

“She’s been talking about this all the way home,” said Helen.

“Talking about what?” I was genuinely puzzled.

“Oh daddy, don’t tell me you forgot,” said Aubrey. “I’m 14 now, I get to do it with you.”

“Whoa, whoa,” I said, realizing I was cornered. “You get to kiss me, that’s true, that’s what I said.”

“I get to kiss you any way I like. And I want to kiss you like Mom kisses you.”

I sighed and nodded slowly. “I guess I did say you could do that.”

Aubrey squealed with excitement and pressed her lips against mine. For a minute, she just gently moved her lips a little, her body squirming against mine. I was acutely aware of her thin clothing, her small bra-less breasts pressed against me through her soft shirt, her panties against my pants. Then she dared to press her small tongue forward. I accepted it and met it with my own tongue. Aubrey moaned. Her tongue got bolder, wrestling with mine.

“This is so hot,” said Helen, watching us intensely with a smile.

“Daddy,” said Aubrey breaking the kiss, “you have to do it too. You have to use your tongue.”

“I am, sweetheart.”

“But not in my mouth. You have to do it right.”

I smiled and gave in, my tongue pressing into her small mouth. She moaned and sucked my tongue. Her body was now gently rocking against mine, her pelvis pressing forward. Was she trying to rub her clit on me, through her clothes? The whole experience was strange, unsettling. I was trying not to see it as erotic, but my cock was growing. I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” purred Aubrey. “I like how you kiss, Daddy. You’re better at it than the boys I’ve kissed. I knew you would be.”

“Are we done now?” I asked.

“Nope,” said Aubrey, reaching down to grab her shirt, starting to pull it up.

“WHOA! Wait just a minute there, young lady,” I said, grabbing her arms and pushing them down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Aubrey rolled her eyes at me, totally like a teenager. “Geez, Daddy. I’m taking off my top for you to play with my tits. Obviously. It’s what I do with all the boys.”

“No, no, no way,” I said firmly. “Kissing your dad is one thing. But we’re not doing anything ... like that.”

“Because it’s like, sexual?”

“That’s right. You’re too young to know what you’re doing.”

“So, it would be OK if I was older?”

I didn’t respond.

“How about you wait a year?” suggested Helen.

“Geez. A year is forever.” sighed Aubrey.

“How about it, sweetheart?” said Helen to me.

“Yeah, Dad? A year?” pestered Aubrey.

“OK, OK, you’re ganging up on me again. I guess so?”

“Oh, good!” squealed Aubrey, then she was kissing me again. Our tongues were in each other’s mouths. I felt her hands grab mine, and she brought them to her chest. Almost against my will, I felt the little nubs of her nipples, through her soft thin shirt. They were hard, and she moaned into my mouth each time I brushed against them.

“That’s enough of that!” I gasped, pulling my tongue out of my daughter’s sucking mouth and gently pushing her off my lap.

Aubrey looked at me, panting, her mouth wet with our saliva, then she looked at Helen. “Mom, can I tell him?”

Helen laughed. “Of course, darling. We talked about it already. You go ahead and tell him.”

“OK.” Aubrey gave me a serious look. “Dad, I’m going to my room to masturbate.”

I smiled and nodded. “OK, OK, you’re a big girl. You go ahead.”

She giggled and scampered out of the room. Helen approached me.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, then was silenced by my wife’s mouth kissing me hotly as her hand felt the bulge in my pants.

“I think you handled that well,” she said between kisses. “And I see it turned you on as much as it turned me on. Let’s go upstairs and do something about that.”

Two minutes later, we were upstairs on our bed, Helen had lost her panties and spread her legs, my mouth was diving onto her pussy as I desperately tried to pull off my own clothes while sucking her clit. Two minutes after that, she cried her orgasm and I climbed up to drive my cock into her heat and incredible wetness.

That’s how it went for the next year. It wasn’t very often, but from time to time, Aubrey would corner me, and pounce on me for a make-out session. Sometimes, she’d ask Helen for permission, to see if it was an acceptable time. Asking her mother, not asking me!

Aubrey also started flashing her breasts at me from time to time, discreetly, usually with a smile to see my reaction. Helen and I talked about it, how Aubrey was experimenting with her newfound power over men and boys. Experimenting in a safe space, with me.

Aubrey did respect my demands that her clothes stay on when we made out, but she deliberately wore thin, soft clothing that hugged her body closely. She never wore pants, always a skirt or dress that would ride up her hips so that her panty-covered pussy would be rubbing gently against me as we kissed. She’d leave my lap when both of us were breathing hard and totally turned on, then we’d go our separate ways, Aubrey to her room to finish herself off, and me to go find my wife. Helen found the entire situation a little funny, and definitely sexy.

Fifteen

When Aubrey turned 15, it was the last year that we still had a regular birthday party, at our house, with her friends. As a teenager, she was more independent, and didn’t want her parents hanging around when she was partying with her friends, so we gave her space. I came home after the party, to find Helen and Aubrey working together to clean up the living room. I went off to shower, put on fresh clean clothes, then came downstairs to find them waiting for me, with smiles on their faces.

“Please get in your chair, Daddy,” said Aubrey. She wore a simple T-shirt and a loose skirt.

I got in the chair. “You call me Dad now, unless we’re about to make out, then it’s Daddy. Why is that?”

Aubrey giggled, climbing into my lap facing me. “Because it sounds kinkier when I call you Daddy. Even though we’re not having sex, we’re just playing around, it still seems kinda forbidden, you know?”

“Not having sex,” I agreed, “that’s good. So, what did I promise you a year ago, that you could do with me today?”

“Daddy!” she squealed, “Don’t pretend you forgot.” She ran her hands up my chest, took my face in her hands, and kissed me hotly for a minute. Our tongues dueled until she finally came up for air. “You know perfectly well. You have to play with my tits.” She reached down to pull up her T-shirt up and off. “You already know what they look like, but now you have to feel them.”

“They’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I said as I took both her breasts gently in my hands. “Big enough now to need a bra.”

“Yes, but I didn’t wear one today, because of you,” she said. Then we were kissing again, as my hands moved gently around, tracing the soft curves of her breasts, gently brushing against her nipples, teasing them. She moaned into my mouth.

“That’s so hot,” said Helen, who was sitting in her chair just a few feet away, watching us.

“Do you like it when boys play with your nipples?” I asked.

“Kinda,” said Aubrey. “I mean, sometimes my nipples are just nipples, you know? But when I’m turned on, and I’m excited to be with a really cute boy, then I really like them being touched, and sucked on too. Go ahead, Daddy, suck on them!”

“Yeah, suck ‘em!” encouraged Helen, who had one hand under her skirt, obviously getting off on watching us.

Hesitantly, I kissed my way down Aubrey’s neck. She flexed her body, practically forcing her right tit at my face, my mouth finding her nipple. I felt the small round firmness of my daughter’s nipple in my mouth, and sucked. She moaned. I sucked the other one, and she moaned again. I made a few circuits, my mouth moving up to kiss her mouth, then suck each nipple in turn.

“Jesus, Daddy,” gasped Aubrey, “you’re driving me crazy. Feel my panties!”

I dared to put one of my hands down between her legs, carefully touching. Sure enough, her thin panties were quite wet.

“We should stop now,” I said firmly.

“Oh, come on, Daddy!” She was squirming, trying to press her crotch against my hand. “How about just reach inside my panties and touch me? I’ll probably come right away.”

“Definitely NOT,” I said.

“Because I’m too young?” she giggled. “Too young to know if getting orgasms from my Daddy is right or wrong?”

“That’s right,” I said. “Too young.”

“OK. Next year, then.” She kissed me once more, then pulled back and scampered away toward her room.

“Wait ... what did I just agree to?” I asked Helen, who was advancing hungrily toward me, taking the place Aubrey had just occupied in my lap.

“It’s pretty clear to me,” said Helen laughing, as she unbuttoned her blouse. “You agreed that when she’s a year older, she can climb in your lap without even panties on, and you’ll get her off with your fingers.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I sighed.

“Oh, come on. Are you still worried that you’re doing something really wrong?”

“It’s our daughter, for fuck’s sake.”

“Yes it is, and it’s totally hot. She’s loving it, you’re loving it, and nothing about this experience is going to mess her up. I know from experience.” Helen kissed me. “Now, give me some of what you were giving her.”