Dad, I Have a Question Ch. 03bywantsomefun1951©
This is part three of my story, "Dad, I Have a Question." It isn't absolutely necessary to read the earlier stories to understand this one, but, like I said before, it can't hurt.
PLEASE NOTE: This is part of a completely fictional series about a single father and his daughter. No actual virgins were harmed in the making of this story. Two nights before this chapter begins, the girl, a senior in high school, approached her father with some frank questions about sex.
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In the morning, I woke up on my side, Jamie spooned up tight against me. Her fragrant blond hair caressed my face. She held my hand in hers, cupping a firm young breast, the nipple under my thumb. My morning erection was nestled between her buttocks, the upper side of my shaft pressing against her anus. There was no way I could get out of bed without waking her, so I lay there, remembering the passion and guilt of the day and night before.
She stirred. "Morning, Dad," she yawned, pressing my hand more firmly against her breast. "Did you sleep well?"
"I guess. Honey, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, maybe a little sore, you know, but yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I woke up in the arms of the best man in the world." She rolled over to look at me. "Please don't tell me you feel guilty."
"I'm supposed to feel guilty about what I did to you," I said.
She sat up. "You are dead wrong when you talk about 'what you did to me.' That's not it at all. It's what WE have done FOR each other. All my life you've given me everything I needed, everything I wanted. Well, I needed and wanted to know about sex. Thank you. I'm happy with what's happened, and I want it to happen some more."
"I don't know what to say," I said.
"You don't have to say anything. Keep loving me like you always have. You will always be in my life, in one way or another, and I'll always love you. Now, we just have a new way to express it."
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and got out of bed. "First dibs on the toilet. Meet me in the shower," she said as she left my room.
I lay there, struggling to make sense of it all, and then followed her down the hall.
She was already in the shower. After a much-needed piss, I joined her. "What are you doing today?" she asked.
"Probably grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, and washing the car," I said.
She squeezed past me so I could get under the water. "Kiersten texted me and asked me if I want to go to the mall. Do you mind?"
"Homework?" I asked, squinting through the shampoo in my eyes.
"I can have it done by lunchtime. Why don't you go to the store while I do my homework? I'll make burgers on the grill for lunch when you come home. If I can drive to the mall, I'll wash your car when I get back."
"Deal," I said.
We both behaved in the shower. Of course, our bodies touched, but neither of us really responded. We dried ourselves off, and went to our own rooms to get dressed.
Jamie started her homework as she ate breakfast, and I worked on my store list. It was my turn to do the dishes, and when I was finished, I went back to the table with the Sunday paper. "What are you working on?" I asked.
"Filler stuff. The stupid crap they give you after your senior project is done. It's easy, but there's a lot of it. I'll be finished by lunch."
I read the paper for a while, finished my list, and headed to the store. When I got back, Jamie helped me put the groceries away, and then made lunch. It was a nice day, so we ate outside.
When Jamie left for the mall, she wore a tank top, jeans, and sneakers, and had her blond curls pulled into a ponytail that poked through the back of a baseball cap. She always dressed that way on weekends, but she looked so different to me now.
I was full from lunch, so I puttered around the yard for a while before getting out the mower. It actually started on the third pull and kept running, so I was done with our yard in decent time. I was glad, since it was unseasonably warm. Summer was almost here.
I was just getting dressed after my shower when I heard the girls come in. They were in the kitchen, chattering over their purchases. "You're going to have to shave some to wear your new bikini, you know," I heard Kiersten say.
"I keep it trimmed so nothing pokes out beyond my panties, but you're right, these new bikini bottoms don't cover a whole lot, and yours is skimpier than mine," my daughter said.
"I've been shaving everything down there for about a year," Kiersten said. "You know what they say, 'A man doesn't like burrowing through the jungle to get to the swamp.'"
"Oh, do you have a secret to tell me?" Jamie giggled.
"I wish," Kiersten laughed. "No, but my sister says her boyfriend won't touch her if she even has stubble. He says it's ugly."
"Dad never said anything to me about that," my daughter said.
"Yeah, Mom never talked to me about it either.... Wait, are you saying your dad has seen you, you know, without your panties?" Kiersten gasped.
"Well, yeah, sure. We only have one bathroom. Sometimes, when you gotta go, you gotta go," Jamie said.
"So wait, you're saying you've actually gone into the bathroom and peed while your dad's in there?"
"Well, what does he do?" Kiersten asked.
"Keeps on shaving, or showering, or whatever."
"Showering? You mean you've seen him naked?"
"He usually doesn't shower with his clothes on," Jamie deadpanned.
"Have you seen him from the front?"
"Oh my God!" Kiersten squealed. "That's so hot! Does he have a big, um,... I mean, is he..., like, is it...."
"Kiersten, for Heaven's sake! Does he have a big dick? Is that what you're asking? Well, I don't have anything to compare it to except pictures, but it looks pretty nice to me."
"Wow, your dad and you perv on each other in the bathroom! That's so cool! That's so naughty!" Kiersten bubbled.
"You're sick, you know that, Kiersten? I love you like a sister, but you're just sick," Jamie giggled. "Oh! Now, speaking of sisters, you share a bathroom with yours, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, so what?"
"Everyone says your sister's hot, right? I think she is. I'm sure you've seen her naked. Do you think she's hot, Kiersten?"
"Stupid question. She's done swimsuit modeling. Of course she's hot!"
"Don't you sometimes find that sort of interesting?" Jamie asked.
Jamie sounded exasperated when she said, "Yes, interesting. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to touch her, or to have her touch you?"
There was a short silence before Kiersten answered, "Yes. Okay, yes. But I've never done anything and neither has she. We just wouldn't."
"That's the way it is with Dad and me," Jamie said. "He hasn't been out on a date for as long as I can remember. He's still young enough that you'd think he'd be horny as hell, wouldn't you? And yes, I think my Dad is hot, too. I wouldn't mind a bit if I wound up with a guy like him."
"And he has a big dick?" Kiersten asked.
"I think so," Jamie giggled.
"I wonder what a big, hard, throbbing cock would feel like inside me?" Kiersten said.
"You wonder what any cock would feel like inside you, don't you?" Jamie chuckled.
The girls' laughter allowed me to sneak quietly back up the stairs and then make plenty of noise coming down again.
"Hi, ladies. Home from shopping so soon?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. Kiersten was red-faced, but Jamie looked like she was ready to burst with laughter.
"Hi, Dad," Jamie giggled.
"Hi, Daddy Bill," Kiersten said, not looking at me.
"What's so funny, Jamie?" I asked.
"Nothing. Girl-talk," she answered.
"Did you get what you wanted?"
"We both got some tops and shorts, and we each got a new bathing suit," Jamie said. "Wanna see?"
"Sure, honey, but maybe later. That car doesn't look like it's washing itself."
"Kiersten, you're helping me. You're the one who talked me into buying that bikini," my daughter said.
"I'm not washing a car dressed in this stuff," Kiersten said.
"It's really warm outside. You have your new bathing suit, right there in that bag," Jamie said. "Come on, we'll go change."
"I can't wear that to wash a car in your driveway!" Kiersten said. "People will see me!"
"What's wrong? You didn't buy the thing to wear behind closed doors, did you? You're going to wear it at the beach in front of a million strangers, so you might as well wear it here. Come on," Jamie said, heading upstairs.
"I'll move the car out back," I said. "With the fence and the hedge back there, your little bikini car wash won't be on such public display."
"Thanks," Kiersten said, flashing me an embarrassed smile as she fled upstairs.
I was mixing a bucket of car wash detergent when the girls came outside. Jamie wore a bright yellow crop-top and tiny cut-off jeans and carried a tray with three glasses of iced tea.
Kiersten had a pale pink bikini. She had been right about having to shave to wear it. She's a little shorter than my daughter, but probably weighs the same. Her ample tits were covered by simple, small triangles of cloth, and her curvy ass wasn't covered by much at all. Kiersten was in no way chubby -- just gorgeous.
"You just sit there with your iced tea, Dad, and watch us. You can make sure we do a good job," Jamie said.
Kiersten blushed again as I sat back to enjoy the show.
Things got interesting pretty quickly. Kiersten accidentally sprayed my daughter on the chest, immediately making her shirt translucent. As Jamie's nipples hardened from the cold water, her friend looked at her, shocked, and hissed, "You should have worn a bra."
"Why, so I'd have more laundry to do? Oh, wait! You're worried about Dad?"
"Most guys his age have seen boobs before, don't you think? Now come on, let's get to work," Jamie said.
They started on the side toward me. As good as my daughter's tight little ass looked in those shorts, I couldn't stop ogling Kiersten's round bubble-butt in the next best thing to a thong. They were close to me, close enough that I could see the drops of water glistening in the evening sun as they ran down my daughter's back, and a stray trail of suds dripping down the inside of Kiersten's thigh. I didn't want to react, but it was hard not to. It was almost a relief when they finished and moved to the other side of the car.
Kiersten decided to tackle the roof. That was when her one big tit fell out of her top. Amazingly, it took her several seconds to notice. "Shit!" she squeaked, ducking down behind the car.
Jamie doubled over with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Kiersten barked from her hiding place. "Yeah, real hilarious! I just flashed your father!"
"I told you, he's seen boobies before," Jamie laughed.
"Not mine, he hasn't!"
"He's seen mine. It's no big deal," Jamie said.
Kiersten stood up, still adjusting herself in her skimpy top, and holding the hose. "In that case, it shouldn't be a big deal if he sees them again, girlfriend," she said, soaking my daughter.
Jamie's thin shirt clung to her breasts, nearly transparent over her hard little nipples. The soft denim of her worn-out cut-offs molded itself to her sex.
"That's cold!" Jamie shrieked.
"Sorry," Kiersten smirked.
"Not as sorry as you will be, bitch!" my daughter cackled as she grabbed the hose and thoroughly drenched her friend.
Somehow, they managed to get the car done. They sat down next to me to drink their tea.
"Very nice, girls," I said.
"The job we did, or the water battle?" Jamie asked.
"Well, both," I answered, praying that Kiersten wouldn't look at my lap.
"I am SO going back to the mall this week and getting that black suit," Kiersten muttered.
"Yeah, that one had lining, didn't it?" Jamie asked.
"Uh huh. This one is NEVER getting worn again if there's any chance I'll get wet!"
Kiersten's tiny suit had become practically invisible. Not only the texture, but the color of the areolas surrounding her fat, jutting nipples was plain to see. It was obvious she was clean-shaven, since her puffy lips and the cleft between them were displayed under the wet cloth.
She saw me staring. "Daddy Bill, what do I have to do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, forcing myself to look at her big, brown eyes.
"I might as well be sitting here naked. Is this what I have to do to have a guy act like he wants me? Why aren't guys interested in me? Don't I look all right?"
She was as good as nude. Her wet brown hair was tangled around her face. She was biting her full lip, looking like she might cry.
"You look fine, Kiersten," I said. "You're a very pretty girl. Considering what you're wearing, I guess I can get away with saying you have a beautiful body. You're very smart, very good in school, and, from what I've seen and what Jamie tells me, you're probably just too good for the high school boys you know. At your age, girls are much more mature than guys. High school guys are dense, but they all know you're out of their league. Wait till you get to college. Guys will be butting in line to ask you out."
I put the gear away while the girls went inside to clean up, and then I called for pizza. When it arrived, my daughter and Kiersten came downstairs, dressed in the clothes they had worn to the mall. We talked about the girls' summer plans as we ate, and the conversation went to their friend Melody's birthday party and sleepover.
"Where are we going to sleep, Dad?" Jamie asked. "We didn't talk about that."
"Hmm, well, I guess you're probably going to be up half the night, so why don't you girls stay in the living room? I'll keep my door closed, so we won't bother each other."
"That should work. We all have air mattresses, don't we, Kiersten?" Jamie said.
"If Melody doesn't have one, she can use my sister's."
When we were done eating, my daughter drove Kiersten home. I took care of the dishes and was settled in front of the TV by the time Jamie got back.
She cuddled against me to watch the rest of the show. Then she said, "Thank you for today."
"Two things, really. First, for pretending you didn't overhear us in the kitchen."
"I was too scared to move at first. I was afraid Kiersten would guess what was going on around here," I said.
"I think I handled her okay," Jamie said. "See, I told you I could behave."
"Yes, thank God."
"The other thing was what you said to Kiersten after we washed the car. She was mortified, you know," Jamie said.
"That I saw her that way?" I asked.
"Yeah. She's real funny about her body. She was the first girl in our class to need a bra. Everybody used to tease her about her boobs when none of the rest of us had any. Jealous, I guess."
"Kids can be cruel," I said.
"She thinks you're hot, you know."
"Oh yeah," Jamie said. "She's been telling me that for years. It meant a lot to her to hear that you think she looks good. And you didn't act like you were going to paw all over her like some guys would, even though you had a boner."
"I hoped no one would notice," I said.
"We did. It was pretty obvious. It's okay, though. After what you said to her, Kiersten thought it was all for her."
"That's not good," I said.
"It's fine. At least she didn't think it was for me," Jamie said. "I told her that guys have responses to what they see, just like girls do. It doesn't have to mean anything.
Nothing except that I'm suddenly lusting over teenage girls, I thought.
"What are you doing for the rest of the evening?" I asked.
"I'm going to talk to Melody on the phone for a while, and put away the stuff I bought, and see how much I have to shave to wear my new bathing suit. Then I'm going to bed. I think I'll sleep alone tonight, if that's okay. I'm still a little sore, and I know what I'd want to do if I was in bed with you. Besides, I have school in the morning."
"You can take the car, if you want. I'm going to work from home tomorrow."
"Oh, good, that means I can stop at the clinic after school and get my shot. Then we can do what we want."
She kissed me goodnight, and started toward the stairs. "Oh, by the way, you might be interested to know what Kiersten said when I was driving her home."
"What was that?" I asked.
"I think her exact words were, 'I would SO fuck your father.' Anyway, good night, Dad."
She left me to my thoughts.
The next morning, I was in the shower when Jamie came into the bathroom. "May I get in the shower with you?" she called from the direction of the toilet.
"Do you think that's a good idea? You have school," I said.
"I meant to wash, you dirty old man," she laughed, as she pulled back the curtain and joined me.
"That's how much hair you had to take off for your new suit?" I said, staring at her. Most of her pubic hair was gone. She had a landing strip of blond curls, but the rest of her was bare. Somehow, it made her slit look even smaller.
"No, my suit's nowhere near as daring as Kiersten's. I just got carried away." She spread her legs and began rubbing her fingers lightly over her newly-bare skin. "I shaved what I needed to, and it felt so good when I rubbed my lotion on it, that I had to shave more. Do you like it?" She looked away from herself, and saw my thickening cock ratcheting up into position. "Oh, there's my answer," she giggled.
She started to bathe. "I'm in kind of a hurry this morning. I want to put some gas in the car on the way to school, so I don't have to worry about it when I get out of there today. I can go to the clinic, take care of things, and still be home for dinner at our usual time."
Watching her as she washed her hair, her arms movements making her firm breasts stretch and move, her pussy newly exposed to me, was making me aching hard.
She finished rinsing, and slid past me to get out of the shower. "I love you, Dad," she said, pressing against me for a kiss. She stroked my manhood with her fingertips. "Save this for tonight if you can. I'll want it when I get home."
I was making dinner that evening when Jamie came in.
"How did things go, honey?"
"I hate pelvic exams. Why do they keep the damn instruments in the freezer?" she asked, moving into my arms for a kiss.
She molded herself against my body, and reached down to fondle me through my pants. "I think I need something to warm me up. Can you hold off dinner for a while?"
There was really no question in my mind about waiting for dinner. Not once she unzipped me and reached into my shorts to grasp my forming erection. Wordlessly, we went to my room. We undressed each other and slipped between the sheets.
No hesitation this time, no guilt, no fear. I held my beautiful naked daughter in my arms as we stroked each other. In no time, her newly-bare pussy was wet on my fingers, and I was leaking pre-cum all over her hand. This felt so right. So wonderful. I turned around in the bed, and we lay on our sides, pleasuring each other. The feel of her body, her remaining blond curls ticking my chin as I licked her, and the sensations from her mouth as she made love to my cock, seemed like something we had always done, and something we should always do.
When I mounted her this time, I was amazed yet again at how hot, wet, and tight she was. This time, she showed no discomfort. And again, this time, I filled her when her thrashing orgasm triggered mine.
I held myself inside her, still mostly hard, still thrusting gently into her as we kissed our way down from our high.
"Dad," she asked, "why did you say this is wrong?"
"Can't imagine," I answered.
"Neither can I," she said. "Nothing that feels this good, with someone I love this much, can ever be wrong, can it?"
"Not everyone feels that way, honey," I said.
"I know. Well, not everyone has a hot dad, either," she giggled. "I mean, come on, you've met my friends' parents. Would YOU sleep with Melody's dad or Kiersten's? They're gross!"