Chapter 4

Beth had other questions. They were not questions she’d had when her mother left on her book tour. They weren’t questions the girl had thought she’d ever have, in fact. But her life had changed and so her questions evolved, too.

Bob’s life had changed, too, of course. His marriage had evolved, even though his wife wasn’t even present for that evolution. His relationship with his daughter had changed radically, and yet, she was still the sweet, happy girl who had been there all the time. She didn’t turn into a slut overnight, and sex wasn’t the only thing she thought about. Rather, it was as if she’d decided to take up playing the piano. There were rudimentary lessons she learned. Practice made her understanding of this new “instrument” more clearly, and she realized that she could make beautiful music with her father.

Of course the musical analogy breaks down, because most kids get tired of playing scales over and over. Most kids groan when a parent says it’s time to practice. Most kids feel like they aren’t getting anywhere and their dreams of being a concert pianist fade.

This wasn’t like that at all. Beth’s view of things was that her initial urges to explore had been ever so much better than her original curiosity had hoped for. She had surpassed her initial goals. To use another analogy, it was like a teen who hopes for getting an eight year old clunker as her first car, and is somehow handed the keys to a brand new Ferrari that’s a little frightening to drive, at first.

Some of the questions Beth had were about the different sexual positions she’d seen online or heard about. She wasn’t nearly as innocent as her father thought she was. It was because of seeing and hearing things, in fact, that Beth started going to her mother to ask questions and talk about her feelings.

Some positions weren’t all that interesting, other than just feeling him in her. Her favorite position was with him on his back and her lying down on top of him, with him all the way up in her. If he gripped her ribs he could move her and all she had to do was lie there feeling him practically ruining her clitty while his big shaft scraped every bit of her vagina. She’d lie limp until she was close and then spread her legs and arms, dig her knees and toes in, and lunge forward and backward violently as she came.

Then there was the good old missionary position, which she loved for three reasons. The first was because he could go very deep that way. He could also go deep and then move his hips back and forth, which also destroyed her clit. And finally, she loved being helpless because of his weight on her. Somehow it was a helplessness that felt safe, like she was hiding under him as the mean old world flew by his back, or something.

He bought some condoms, but she hated them. He bought more that were ribbed. She didn’t like those either. Out of frustration he ordered some French Tickler/condom combinations off the internet and got two day delivery. She liked the first one he used, but the condom part broke and she got spermed anyway.

More than once she said, “It took you a whole year to get Mom pregnant. We’re fine.”

More than once Bob told himself he’d pull out and have her swallow his cum.

But every time he couldn’t resist going in deep and trying to breed his little girl. Just imagining her with a big belly could give him an erection.

And, oddly, Bob never once thought to call Julie and ask her what she’d told Beth about all this. Of course the upside of that is that it showed that Bob trusted his daughter, and trust was absolutely necessary for their new relationship to work at all.

Julie, in fact, resolved the issue by calling home late one night. Beth answered and became animated instantly.

“Mommy! I love you so much!

“What?

“I have a new bedtime, but don’t worry because I’m getting plenty of rest.

“I’m fantastic! I’m wonderful! I’ve never been better in my whole life.

“What? Oh. Yes. He’s been very informative, thank you very much. I see why you married him.

“Yes, he was difficult at first, but now everything is fine. Grandpa was right. I feel so much better, now.

“No.

“Mother, I said no!

“Okay, I’ll get him.”

He had listened to one side of the conversation and it was pretty clear what most of the other side had been. Beth padded over to him on bare feet (which matched the bare rest of her) and handed him the phone.

“You’re in big trouble, Mister,” she whispered, but then she grinned.

“Hi,” he said, putting the phone up to the side of his head. Bob liked good old fashioned corded phones. You could cradle the receiver against your shoulder and leave your hands free. “How’s the tour going?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” moaned Julie. “I’m sorry, Bob.”

“I was ... surprised,” he said.

“I know. I should have told you everything when we got married, but I was afraid you’d freak out and run away.”

“I probably would have,” he admitted.

“I couldn’t chance that,” she said. “I loved you so much. I still love you so much. She insists everything is fine ... but is it? Are you okay, Darling?”

“I feel like all of this is a dream,” he sighed.

“Is it a good dream, Honey?”

“You know me. I’ve always been a horny old goat.”

“I’m also sorry I didn’t get her on the pill before I left,” said Julie, softly. “Have you done it a ... lot?”

“She’s your daughter,” he said. “Like mother like daughter.”

“Ohhhh,” she groaned. “I didn’t intend for her to get pregnant, Bob.”

“Maybe she’s not,” he said.

“I’d tell you to get her to the doctor, but it takes a month for the pill to become effective.”

“I know.”

“Are you taking any kind of precautions?”

“I tried a few things, but basically, nothing has worked.”

“Do you still love me?” she whined.

“Of course I do,” he said. “This was unexpected, but it’s not your fault. I’m the one who caved and let her have her way.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that,” said Julie. “You’re a man and she’s a little vixen.”

“This is going to change things,” he sighed.

“I know, but we’ll be fine. I was fine. I know we can work this out to everyone’s benefit.”

“Unless she misses a period,” he said, softly.

It was silent for so long that he thought the call might have dropped. Then her voice came. It was firm.

“Even that is something we can work out if we have to. Don’t pull away from her, Bob. She’s crazy about you. She’ll settle down after the newness wears off. If something happens before we can get her on birth control then we’ll make that work, too. We’ll have to. I know this is all my fault, so I’ll bear the responsibility for any ... um ... unforeseen eventualities. I was a stay at home mom with Beth. I can be a stay at home mom again until she’s ready to bear that kind of responsibility.”

“So you’ve thought about this?”

“Sweetheart, I regularly had panic attacks when my period was late. Of course I’ve thought about how this might impact her. But she needs to know she can still graduate high school and go to college if she wants to. We’re a family, Bob. We have to be there for her.”

“Well, just so you know, I’ve been there for her about two or three times a day since this all started.”

“Ohhh, Baby, I’m so horny, now. Maybe I’ll cut the tour short and come home.”

“You can if you want to, but your publisher will scream.”

“I know. But I feel so ... responsible!”

“You are,” he said, but not with anger in his voice. “But I am, too. I could have said no.”

“She’d have been very angry if you’d done that,” said Julie. “She’d have been disappointed in me and felt like you didn’t love her.”

“You know how fucked up that sounds,” he sighed. “Fathers aren’t supposed to express their love for their little girls in that way.”

“So says the rest of the world, Honey, but this is our family and what goes on in our family isn’t anybody else’s business. And she’s not a little girl anymore, Bob. She might be young emotionally, but her body is almost grown up. She would get this experience anyway, out in the wide world where the guys involved might not love her or care what happened to her. You know that. You were a boy her age once. All you cared about back then was getting your rocks off. Am I wrong?”