Ask Your Father Ch. 01

'Damnit!' John chastised himself, 'you're her father for Christ's sake. Not only would a stunning young eighteen-year-old like Lily never want a man like you, but it's incest.' John resolved not to think any more of the subject, if he could help it. But that word, that act, the image of making love to his beautiful daughter and the thought of her naked and moaning for him... As he set her down on the bed and pulled the sheets over her enticing figure, John wondered if he could keep his composure for an entire week of watching her frolic around wearing hardly anything.

John's head hit the pillow and he drifted off to sleep more easily than he'd expected. Lily, just upstairs in her room above the master bedroom, was equally curious about the days to come. She hardly ever slept through the many times her father had taken her to bed, so the place where her father's hand had rested tingled gently and lulled her to sleep with a heavy feeling on her heart.

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"Morning daddy!" Lily said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around her father's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. The smell of her father's body wash and that cup of coffee in his hand opposite the newspaper would always be her favorite thing to wake up to.

"Morning lil' one," John replied, "there's coffee there if you want it, and I got some donuts from that bakery you guys like."

"Mmmm..." Lily said, carefully selecting the maple one she'd fallen in love with a few years ago and taking a bite, "Jeez dad, it's vacation. You must have been up at six or something. Can't you ever sleep in?"

"I'll get all the sleep I need when I'm dead." was John's retort.

Lily gasped, "Don't say that dad!" She padded over to him and hugged him almost too tightly around the neck. Lily never could stand even the suggestion of being without her dad.

John playfully hooked his youngest around the waist and whipped her around so she was sitting on his lap. Her little butt just seemed to fit so perfectly atop him, though they never seemed to do it when anyone else was around. John pulled Lily quickly toward him and snuck a kiss. He could taste the sweetness of maple frosting on her lips, and feel his daughter smiling through the kiss because she knew it. Lily pulled back an inch or so, slowly. She felt a little cross-eyed, but still wore an adorable grin on her face as she peered into her father's eyes. Those beautiful blues, her father thought, he hardly even knew where they came from in her heritage and yet there they were staring back at him mesmerizingly. A few charming freckles decorated the tops of Lily's cheeks, no doubt more plentiful due to all the time she spent in the sun against his wishes. He could only admire her for so long until it became inappropriate to remain so intimately close.

They broke apart finally, and thank god because Lily's mother came trudging loudly into the kitchen. She was annoyed about something as per usual, but Lily and her father remained content to tune her out as she bitched about 'Lily's already messy room.' Father and daughter shared a few loving glances as Rachel mouthed off, each wondering if the other was experiencing the same blooming admiration.

But when Rachel called Lily a brat for whatever she'd been ranting about, John refused to be silent. "You know what Rachel, that's enough."

Everyone was quiet for a second.

"This is my vacation, and that is our daughter." He wasn't yelling; John's words were calm and commanding.

"It is the first fu..." Lily watched as her father paused to collect himself. She was smitten by his self-control. "It is the first morning of our vacation, and you can't help yourself trying to ruin it for everyone."

Rachel scoffed. She was speechless, but not because she was surprised. John could see it in her face that she knew he was right.

"Lily," John said with a tempered tone, "Do me a favor and keep your room reasonably better than your usual disaster area?"

The troublemaking brunette shrugged bashfully and shook her head in compliance. She quickly padded off to respect her father's wishes. She could hear her parents arguing downstairs, but her father quickly put the issue to bed.

As Lily closed her door behind her and flopped back onto her bedspread, she realized she was positively taken by the way her dad had stuck up for her. Something in her wanted to go down there and wrap her whole body around him and kiss him a thousand times. Lily doubted her mother would appreciate that very much; she'd have to wait until they were alone again.

The argument blew over eventually, but not without some obvious sulking by Rachel as the family set about their first day on vacation. By the time they got out on the water, Rachel had cooled down and with a beer in her hand she was actually quite pleasant. Lily didn't even mind when she brought up the boy stuff again.

"So..." she prodded, "did you ask your dad about talking to boys?"

"Yeeeesss mother," Lily replied.

"And? What did he say?"

"He told me to talk to boys like I do with him. And to be myself, and a few other helpful things." Lily answered, recalling some of the more interesting parts of her time alone with her father.

"Good, good!" Rachel said, obviously excited that her husband had gotten on board with the plan. That's not what John had intended to do, and Lily certainly didn't plan on using any of his pointers on the pompous guy she'd met that one time her mother invited him over. But, if it made her mom happy, Lily would pretend for a while.

"Do you have any more questions?" Lily's mother asked.

The teenager looked to where her father was driving the boat; he obviously couldn't hear them with the wind whipping past as he drove.

"Well, I asked him how to talk to boys, but that's not all there is."

Lily's mother furrowed her brow and then smiled, knowing that she was asking for more intimate details.

"You're right about that one Lily," her mother said with an obviously intoxicated grin,

"So...?" Lily pried, "What about when you're talking and you want to show a man... I mean boy, that you're interested....like physically."

"Well first of all, and this goes without saying, you are only eighteen and you should absolutely not be having sex, so don't even think about it." There was the mom Lily knew, and obviously a liquored-up one for so freely talking about sex.

"Getting pregnant at your age can happen like 'that'," she said snapping her fingers. "And if it's not with the person you plan to love forever, it isn't going to work out to well for you. Which is why I haven't put you on the pill, so you don't get any ideas..."

"MOMMMM!" Lily interrupted, "Stop. I won't have sex okay? I didn't mean that. I just meant like flirting and stuff!"

Lily really hadn't been thinking about being pregnant, but thoughts of sex had definitely entered her mind recently. She was a virgin, but Lily didn't feel totally clueless. Sure, she'd hardly done more than kiss a boy at a sleepover her parents didn't know there would be boys at, but she'd picked up a few things and obviously knew how it worked. The young teenager knew from friends that sex was a very significant thing and most of them said that they absolutely loved it. Lily just simply hadn't ever been in a situation where it felt right, and she wasn't going to force it with somebody she didn't care about completely.

She wanted to know more, like what did men like about sex and how could she become good at it? What did it feel like? What is foreplay exactly... a million questions rattled around in her head. Needless to say, her interest was piqued, but she obviously couldn't ask her mom about it - maybe her dad?

"Well, to be honest," her mother started, loosening up a bit, "your dad was my first and last boyfriend, so I only know what he likes."

Rachel saw curiosity in her daughter's eyes and so she continued, "he always loved laying side by side, spooning, but you be careful doing that with a boy because they can get carried away easily! And having his hair played with, right around the front of his hairline."

Lily was tickled by the information, it was funny to hear about her dad like that.

"Let's see...what else... he's gets very bashful but excited about showing any kind of affection in public: running my fingers on his arm or leg, or whispering in his ear when nobody else can see. Your body language can tell a lot to a man, tell him you want him, or that you don't." Lily had a feeling that her dad had become accustomed to the latter of the two, and again she felt sad for him. "Alright mom, no more please!" Lily said, laughing and imploring her mother to quit embarrassing her.

The inexperienced teen was fascinated, it seemed she knew very little about how to work her way into a man's heart. It was strange to her, however, that she already did some of the things her mother was describing when she was around her dad. Lily guessed that she didn't have to work for a spot in her dad's heart and most of it was just natural dad and daughter stuff. She wondered if the same things would work on the boy who would be visiting in a few days, not that she really wanted to try it.

John noticed the ponderous grin that Lily had on as he looked back at her. He didn't know what the two girls had been talking about, but he was glad to see that it hadn't ended like their first conversation that morning. He was starting to feel like his thoughts were becoming a broken record, but as he gazed back at his daughter John was again struck by her beauty.

She didn't have on the undersized bathing suit from the day before, this time instead opting for a beautiful bra-style lime green bikini. It pushed her teenage breasts up wonderfully and supported them in such a way that they bounced each and every time the boat hit a wave. Her skinny little hips were hugged by matching bottoms, with a bow on each side where they tied up to keep from falling off.

John wondered what he might see if they did. He certainly didn't see his young daughter in the bathtub anymore; what if one of the carefully tied bows came undone and the green bottoms fell to her feet? A small part of him guessed that she would be shaven and smooth.

'Damnit,' John thought, wondering what was causing his thoughts to stray so consistently to inappropriate imaginings of his own little girl. He knew she was far from little anymore, evidenced by the way he was picturing her as he watched her stretch out with her arms over her head in the back of the boat. But why was she now becoming a different kind of object of his love? Perhaps it was the way she was smiling at him, as she did when she caught his eye in the rear view mirror. Or maybe it was the thought of losing her to a distant home in college, missing a chance to explore the curious change that has manifested in the time before she left. And likely, talking about more adult themes with Lily was not only getting him on the topic, but also thinking about his daughter in the same context.

With the way she looked in her swimsuit... tan skin looking warm and inviting to his wandering eyes and anxious fingers... breasts tucked snugly into each cup of her top and large enough to make her father proud of what he'd made... He wondered what would happen if he just went back to her and pulled the ribbon of the cute green bows holding her suit on and exposing her sexy little body in front of her mother, brother, and most importantly - her increasingly interested father. Something told him that was not a great idea, and John was scolding himself yet again as he cast his eyes away from Lily in hopes to quell the desire he had felt. In the back of his mind, John was hoping to have another night with his baby after everyone else had gone to bed. He didn't intend to act on any of his fantasies... 'Absolutely not,' he promised himself, but having the beautiful teenager in his company was reason enough to be excited.

The sunset couldn't come soon enough, and then the obligatory family time on the screened-in, and finally the exchange of excuses for going to bed or staying up and such as Lily and John each anticipated their alone time.

"Wanna go and sit on the dock dad? The moon is really pretty tonight." Lily asked after she and her father had shared a moment of unspoken admiration and eye-contact.

"Sure honey," John replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Don't you think you're going to be a little chilly out there?" They both looked at her in a small pair of pink cotton shorts and loose fitting spaghetti-strap top. There was no sign of a bra, and yet her young globes were perky as ever underneath.

"Well," replied John's underdressed young daughter, "we can grab a blanket, and then I have you of course! You're always so warm daddy, you should have enough heat for both of us."

Her voice was sweet and innocent. but both father and daughter were assigning a deeper meaning to Lily's words in their own minds. As John watched his little brunette trot over to the sliding glass door of the house and slip inside for a blanket, his eyes fell upon her long, tan legs. He wouldn't mind keeping her warm and, in turn, feeling the smooth skin of her calves and feet rubbing against him under a blanket.

In fact, that's just how things played out after Lily came back out and they walked with John's arm slung casually around his baby's waist. Lily shivered when she felt the hem of her shirt ride up and her father's rough, masculine hands come into contact with her skin. Neither of them missed that, nor did they fail to enjoy the intimate, if unintended, contact. But then John sat down first on the large bench at the end of the dock and Lily followed shortly after, Before John pulled the blanket over them, his daughter slung her legs over his and pulled his arm around her tight.

For a few quiet moments, they sat together and listened to the sounds of the peaceful lake. There was a lot going on in both of their minds. Lily always loved the sound of water lapping at the dock below, but at that moment she was more focused on the strong heartbeat in her father's chest. She was snuggled up so close that it felt like it was thudding right against her breast. John could feel his daughter's chest rising and falling in her cradled position at his side. Her legs felt even better than he'd imagined as she fidgeted to get comfortable and rubbed her legs along the length of his.

"Can I tell you a secret dad?"

"Of course you can." replied John.

"This is my favorite part of the day. I've been looking forward to everyone else going to bed for hours now." Lily was looking right into his eyes for approval.

"That's sweet honey," John said, then paused. "I've been looking forward to this since I put you to bed last night."

Lily leaned in even closer to her father in thanks, quieted by flattery.

"Can I just a few more questions like last night dad?" Lily requested, laying it on thick.

"Don't you know the answer to that by now Lil'? Of course you can," John was careful to hide the eagerness he felt. "I saw you and your mother talking again today, how'd that go?

"Oh fine," Lily told him, "she didn't get mad at me, which was nice. I was just asking her a few things about like flirting and stuff and she told me a little but I want to know more. She told me to ask you again."

It was adorable the way Lily sometimes spoke in streams of consciousness, her father thought.

"So... shoot." Her father urged her.

"Okay, weeeeeellllll... how will I know when I like a boy enough to be in a relationship, and how will I know he likes me?"

"Hmm... coming out of the gates with a hard one huh?" John rubbed his chin and Lily noticed the stubble on it; her father always looked so manly with his 5 o'clock shadow.

"Honestly, I think it's a pretty obvious feeling when you realize that you're with somebody you want to get to know romantically. You'll get close to each other and want to touch and feel each other; it's kind of an inexplicable feeling, almost like a big magnet is pulling you towards her or something."

Somehow, that made a lot of sense to Lily She thought it was kind of funny how her father had switched to talking about 'her,' like he was imagining a scenario instead of teaching her about something. John felt his teenager shift her bare legs around like she was trying to tangle up in his even more than she already was. He wished she would stop because he couldn't help that the added touching was making not only his heart beat deeply but his pants stir in response. 'Stop it,' he chastised himself.

As John went on, Lily listened intently. Her father told her how it was important to have mutual attraction to each other, how imbalance could cause problems in a relationship and how becoming more intimate required time and becoming comfortable with her partner. When Lily reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, John felt like he would tell her anything she wanted to hear at that moment.

"I feel kind of dumb asking this," Lily started with the most innocent care in her voice, "but I don't really know what you mean about being more intimate. Like, say I want to do that with this kid mom's pushing on me, what would I do?"

This felt off limits. John knew he should stray from going into detail when it came to intimacy and his attractive young daughter. But suddenly, he felt a pang of jealousy and the spark of competition. It caused him to overlook his reservations.

"First of all," John said with a noticeable edge, "I resent that your mother is making you think you owe this boy some kind of attention. You don't."

Lily thought she might have crossed a line with her father; he seemed jumpy at the topic and it made her feel curiously anxious. John decided to backtrack a bit:

"But...." he resumed, pulling Lily close and making her feel more at ease with the conversation, "there's a lot of things involved when it comes to flirting. Some of it you'll just do without thinking about it."

Lily wondered if the way her dad was running his fingers up and down her side but over her shirt was meant as an example of what her dad was saying.

"Of course, there's always touching with your fingers. Men and women have all kinds of spots that well... turn them on. Do you know what that means?"

"Duh Dad!" Lily blurted, "I don't live under a rock."

"Okay okay," John felt so at ease with his little girl; their chemistry was undeniable. "So you know then that there are some obvious spots that we won't talk about because you're eighteen and I won't pretend you're as innocent as you look." And despite glossing over them, both John and Lily's eyes darted down to the blanket, at each other's respective 'spots.'

They both noticed the glance when their eyes met again, and Lily choked out a laugh. It was inappropriate to acknowledge, but John couldn't help joining his teenager in giggling about the unspoken awkwardness.

"But there's other things too," John continued, feeling his daughter quiet and her giggling stop after a time, "like what you're doing with my hair right now."

Lily bit her lip adorably and continued messing about with her father's thick, dark strands.

"So you know about touching the hair... neck is a big one." As he said it, John took his free hand and made a 'V' with his thumb and forefinger on his daughter's neck. As soon as he touched her there, Lily held her breath. He followed the path of the stunned brunette's collarbone with his fingers until just low enough to feel the beginnings of her mounded breasts. When he finally lifted from her chest, Lily was able to take a breath.

Her whole body felt numb. 'Oh my God that was crazy,' Lily thought to herself. She couldn't believe how one simple motion by her father had made her feel so wholly consumed by his touch.

John didn't have to ask. He had felt his little girl's reaction. He knew she understood.