Week 6: Late June

Sunday

Ted's family arrived at Greg's that Sunday, without Kathy. She had left that morning for her parents' home, about a four hour drive away. Ted was concerned about the impact of this trip. Evelyn, Kathy's mother, was the source and reinforcement for many of her phobias and her Victorian ideas. He knew her return could not bring an easing of the conflict. He spent a long time with Julia that afternoon. Fortunately, the children were completely absorbed with the pool.

Later, at home, he had seen the children to bed and was retiring himself. Leaving the bathroom after his shower, he went to the drawer for his usual boxers and T-shirt, but stopped short. Instead, he went straight to bed naked. The increased contact of the sheets with his skin was strange at first, but in no way unpleasant. Concerns about the effects of Kathy's trip delayed his sleep a surprisingly short time.

Monday

Sometime in the night he woke with a start to find a naked body sleeping soundly against his right side. Caitlin! He quelled his initial instinct to take her back to her room and just enjoyed the smooth warmth of her legs touching his and the gentle pressure of the hand laying on his arm. He loved his kids so much! Sharing in Caitlin's discoveries of the last week had made him feel more like a father than anything he had done in years. He had been a weak fool. He had so much to make up for, but, by God, he would. He slipped his arm under and around his sleeping daughter, pulling her to his side with her head on his shoulder and one breast pressing into his chest. He made three or four gentle strokes on her silky bottom before he drifted off.

In the pale light of pre-dawn, he awoke once more, this time stunned to find another naked body plastered to his other side. Jordan! How? This was definitely an unplanned complication. Speaking of complications, he had morning wood! He could not let the girls see or feel that! For a time he panicked. Then, he very slowly extricated himself from their gentle grasp, somehow failing to waken either of them. After relieving himself, his first impulse was to crawl right back into that wonderful place between his two angels. He could not let himself, however. It was just too far beyond his experience. He did not know how to evaluate its rightness or wrongness. Instead, he sat for a long time in the chair, watching his lovelies sleep and thinking long and hard about his married life.

As dawn finally triumphed, he put on some boxers, went to the kitchen, brewed a pot of coffee, and read the morning paper. Giving the girls plenty of time for more rest, he fixed a light breakfast and put it all on a tray. On his way to his room, he stopped and got out a panty and T-shirt for each girl, then took it all into the room. Placing the tray on the dresser, he leaned over first Caitlin, then Jordan, kissing them and gently waking them. "Good morning, Sweeties! How about we all have breakfast in bed together?" Both girls started to react enthusiastically, then, remembering their nudity, huddled wide-eyed deeper under the covers. "Here are some things for you to put on. You can use my bathroom, and I'll be back in a few minutes, OK?" He went to the common bathroom and showered, taking time to get himself off in the process. He had no carnal intentions, but was well aware of the effect his daughters' bodies had on him. Also, he wondered if a male anatomy session with Jordan might not be necessary. Just thinking about it aroused him again, and he took a considerably longer time to bring himself to a second climax.

At the door of his room, he knocked quietly. Two voices called out for him to come in. He should not have been shocked to see the covers thrown way back and his two daughters sitting there naked. They both sat with hands demurely clasped in their laps, developing breasts proudly exposed, and faces flushed crimson. Swallowing hard and thankful for his currently exhausted prostate, he finally was able to speak. "Uh, girls, uh, I thought you were going to get dressed while I was gone."

"Oh, Daddy! I've wanted to give you this gift and this is a perfect time."

"But, Jordan..."

"Me, too, Daddy! I know Caitlin has been learning things, and I want to, too. Please, Daddy, say it's OK. I don't mind you looking at me. I kinda like it!" His second was even better at getting her way from him than the eldest. Truth be told, he was never good at denying anything to either of them. One side of him was screaming loudly to leave the room and stop this. The other side won. Slumping his shoulders and expelling his breath, he capitulated. As we walked to the buffet to get the tray, Caitlin spoke up again.

"Uh, Daddy, um, do you remember when you taught me about your parts? Well, Jordan would really like to learn, too." Stopped cold once again, the voice screamed even louder to stop this.

"Jordan, Punkin, are you sure?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! I've been dying to find out. Please, Daddy, this might be the only chance with Mom gone and everything."

He had known this day was coming. He knew it when he set up Caitlin. He did not know it would be so soon. Jordan was nearly even with Caitlin in development, though. She was actually a bit heavier, more muscular, with broader shoulders and larger thighs. Her breasts were only slightly smaller. The two girls' coloring was quite different. Caitlin had the Randolph medium brown hair, while Jordan wore her mother's dark brunette, almost black. Jordan's skin pigment was a little more olive, also. He admitted to himself that his dual relief jobs in the shower were in anticipation of just this possibility.

Turning to face the girls, he removed the boxers and stood motionless for a moment. Then he walked over and switched on the bedside lamp and stood close to the bed. Both girls crawled quickly over to him. Caitlin began telling her sister all about her father's privates, doing a great job and getting it mostly right. Ted interrupted to correct or answer questions only a few times. Jordan, in contrast to her sister's earlier encounter, was very composed. After several minutes, she asked the question he had hoped he wouldn't have to field. "Daddy, is it OK if I touch it?"

"Punkin, I'm sorry, but I think we had better stay with the 'look but don't touch' rule." She accepted this cheerfully. He got the tray, sat cross-legged against the headboard with the tray in front of them, and started spreading the bagels. The girls sat facing him, also cross-legged. He could tell the food was definitely secondary to their interest in his lap. As they ate and talked, they all relaxed, and he felt a connection with the girls that he had never even imagined. It reminded him of Saturday nights with his parents and family, and he luxuriated in the closeness.

He knew it, but forgot about it in the glow. Kids will always keep you off balance. Caitlin asked him, "Daddy, how come your, uh, your, uh penis stays soft? I mean, Terry's gets..." She gasped, covered her open mouth in shock and glanced quickly at her sister, realizing her gaff.