Chapter 3

They did take things slowly - well, it was slow for June. She had a lifetime of experience she was eager to share. Her dad had his teaching moments with her. She remembered how her dad had allowed her to learn.

Her father, Jack, worked in construction. He was some sort of crew chief. Jack was a strong man, tanned from working outside. He was not strict, but you did not sass the man either. He expected things to happen a certain way and just told you what was expected, and you did it out of respect, not fear.

June remembered the first time she saw Jack naked. They had rented a cabin by the beach and were on a week’s vacation. They had spent the day on the beach. Janet, June’s mom, had made a picnic to maximize their time on the beach. The saltwater was warm, and June played in the lapping waves of the bay. She loved how the waves caressed her body. She would stand in the water, where the waves would reach her groin. The rhythmic motion of the water made her feel giddy. June had just turned 15. God, she could remember how horny she was. It felt so good to stand in the water and let the waves build her to a crashing wave of ecstasy. When she did come, she would drop to her knees to hide her quaking body from sight. She must have been out playing like that for hours. Mom and Dad were lying on the beach, soaking up the sun. Mom had on a bikini and dad his surfer trunks.

They were idly watching their daughter splash in the water.

“You know, Jack. That is the fourth orgasm that she has had.”

“Oh no, Janet, you missed one, I believe. That is five by my count.”

“No, I am pretty sure it was four.”

“You were looking at that lifeguard just like June was dear. Your daughter takes after you, dear.”

She was embarrassed a little. Janet hit him on his shoulder playfully.

“It’s ok dear, you know I don’t mind your little fantasies. I rather enjoy them.”

“You are so terrible. I may just do it one day.”

Jack did not answer his wife. He just smiled at her. “So, is it time?” He nodded in June’s direction.

“It may already be too late, Jack. But yes, I think it is time.”

Later that afternoon, Janet had gone back to the cabin. And Jack had his fill of the beach for the day. If you are interested, the count was at 15.

“Time to come in June. Let’s get this sand rinsed off before we go in. Your mom is already cooking supper.”

Jack walked back to the cabin and stepped into the outside shower. It had a saloon door for privacy. He stripped off and started to rinse off. June, not paying attention, stripped off and got in the shower.

“Oh, Dad. Sorry, oh god,”

“What it’s not a big deal, you can look. Tell you what, if you want, you can look at me, and I can look at you.”

“Dad, it is a big deal.” She pointed at his groin.

“That’s what your mom tells me.”

June started to relax. She felt safe standing naked with her father. It was like this was the way things were supposed to be.

“Need your back washed, Dad?” She had heard the saying I wash your back. You wash mine. She did not understand what that meant until this moment.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

Jack felt his daughter’s hands on his back, getting soapy and lathering up with the hair on his back. It was stimulating. Watching his daughter in her bikini virtually fucking the ocean all day. Who would blame him for getting an erection?

June spent a lot of time rubbing his broad shoulders. Eventually, Jack turned around.

“Ok, my little mouse, your turn.” June loved it when he called her little mouse.

She looked down and could not help but reach for the object that captured her attention. Jack did not shy away from her.

“Ho, I see you found your mom’s special toy. She likes to play with it, too.” June had a hard cock in her slippery soapy hands. She started to rub it as it felt like the thing to do.

“I have to warn you, June. That thing will spit at you if you keep going.” June did not have the advantage of the internet when she was growing up. They just had a dial-up connection, and the computer was in the family room. So the result was she was very naïve about sex, only what she and a few close girlfriends had whispered about during a sleepover. She did not understand what he meant by ‘spit at you.’