Chapter 4

About 9:30 that same evening, Julia appeared in the kitchen. “Elena wants another double extreme inspection,” she announced. I noticed she’d dispensed with the subterfuge of accusing me of cheating.

Well, that answered that - as far as whether this would end up being a regular thing. It certainly looked that way. I sighed, though I wasn’t exactly exasperated. It was more like I couldn’t quite believe I had let myself go down this path. I was feeling a bit of shame at my own lack of self control in preventing their roping me into these activities, and I knew it wasn’t appropriate to hold them entirely responsible.

There’s that standby phrase that asks, “Who’s the adult in the room?” I wasn’t doing that well at being the adult in the room. Yet I also had a strong anti-puritanical side that argued, “So what? If they want to, what’s the harm?” I believed strongly in their autonomy and power to make their own choices, even at their ages.

Anyway, I’m just saying all that to give some insight into my state of mind, as I gamely went back out to the living room.

Elena, having overheard Julia’s announcement in the kitchen, protested, “Actually Julia wanted it too.”

Julia laughed. “True,” she shrugged.

Elena was sitting in the recliner. “Maybe we can do it in different order, this time. Dad, you can go first, OK?”

I nodded. “Whatever you say.”

Julia squeezed in next to her sister, who said, “Maybe it would work better if you took off the sweats before you climbed on.” She’d no doubt noticed the slight awkwardness of having my legs spread so the knees were on each arm of the chair, and trying to keep the sweats lowered.

“I guess so,” I agreed. I efficiently stepped out of my sweats in a fairly smooth motion, and got into position in front of the girls.

While sitting in the kitchen, my hard-on had mostly disappeared, but it took only the time between Julia’s announcement and my climbing onto the chair for it to fully recover.

Part of me was actually a bit surprised that they’d requested a replay, since I wasn’t sure what the girl’s expected to see this time that they hadn’t seen before. It almost felt like it was partly about just sort of proving a point: namely, that they had the right to do this, maybe. I wasn’t sure, but that made the most sense.

Nevertheless, their eyes were locked onto the view in front of them. Elena had been right that removing the sweats completely made the position easier and more comfortable. So I said as much.

Julia laughed. “Now it’s easier to check for micro man panties,” she teased, ducking her head down so it was essentially between my legs, kind of twisting her neck to look up at me.

She made a funny face and sat up again. “Just a lot of hair and stuff is all I see.”

Elena giggled. “Definitely a lot of hair. I didn’t know it grew on the balls part so much.”

It was true my balls had some hair on them. I had never enjoyed trying shave anything down there. I kept it trimmed a little bit short, and that was all I did by way of grooming.

Julia asked, “Dad, how come the hole part at the end looks wet? Is that pee?”

I looked down. Sure enough, it appeared I’d leaked a little pre-cum. How to explain?

Elena glanced sideways at her sister, looked back at the tip, and leaned back, looking slightly alarmed. “Is that sperm? Is it going to squirt out?”

“No,” I reassured her. “It does have some sperm in it, but it’s mostly semen.” I wasn’t sure if they were totally clear on the difference. “It comes out like that sometimes, just a little bit. It doesn’t mean I’m going to have an orgasm right away. Actually, it’s not really any different from the way that women get wet down there sometimes,” I finally explained. “It’s natural lubrication.”

This seemed a satisfactory explanation for Elena, who nodded.

Julia said, “Is that like how they say that girls are wet like if they are hornly?”

“Horny,” her sister corrected, adding, “And yeah, that’s what it means.” She relieved me of the need to answer.

“Does that mean dad is ... horny?” Julia asked, careful to pronounce it correctly this time.

“Duh,” Elena answered again, before I could say anything. I wasn’t thinking too quickly, anyway, in that moment. I felt like a lab specimen - which wasn’t, per se, a bad feeling given my admitted exhibitionist tendencies.

Elena looked up at my face at that moment, perhaps double-checking that she was right to be confident that, indeed, dad was horny.

I grinned. “It’s a pretty natural response to being inspected,” I finally said.

The girls both giggled at that.

Interestingly, Elena turned to Julia then and said, “See? I TOLD you he liked being inspected.”

Julia was defensive, glancing sidelong at her older sister. “It’s not like I didn’t believe you. I just didn’t know.”

She looked up at my face, too, then. “Dad, if you like being inspected, you should ask for it.”

“OK. I’ll remember that,” I said.

Elena furrowed her brow, and also glanced up toward my face. “So do you like being inspected or inspecting better?”

That was a dilemma. “Oh, that’s not a fair question,” I finally said. “Really I like both.”

I could see that they weren’t terribly satisfied with that answer, but they didn’t press on it.

It occurred to me that the girls were using their questions and our talking time as a way to stretch out the inspection.

Elena’s glance shifted back to my cock, in front of her face by less than a foot. She studied it, almost with a kind of vague smirk. Julia did the same, with her more perpetually surprised expression, and then younger girl asked, “So that wetness at the end is natural lubrications, you said? That’s like so it slides in and out easier? On the girl I mean.”

I nodded, but since she wasn’t looking up at my face, she didn’t see. So I added, “Uh, yep.”

Elena glanced up at me and let out a brief laugh of insight. “You’re embarrassed, huh?”

I smiled, awkwardly. “Of course.” I managed to think of a fairly snappy comeback: “You didn’t think you could embarrass your dad, did you?”

She grinned. “Nope. I thought you were unembarrassable. Course I didn’t expect to be ... uh, talking with you about this type of thing. Like while actually looking at you, too, I mean.” She shrugged, but the grin remained on her face, as her eyes flicked back down to the main topic of conversation.