Ask Your Father Ch. 01

"And the way that you're sliding your legs around honey," her dad acknowledged, "you better be careful with those things, they're dangerous."

Lily blushed and retreated deeper into her father's hold. She was buzzing with thoughts and feelings she felt totally unfamiliar with. She hadn't expected the conversation with her father to go this way, but was glad where they'd ended up. Still, after the way her dad had commented on Lily rubbing her legs again his, she didn't like that he had since curbed the attention he'd been paying her. John was trying his best not to take their 'lesson' too far, and Lily had noticed. She decided to push her luck a bit.

"Is that it Dad? I mean Brian might like some of that, but so far you've only told me about using my fingers in his hair and rubbing my legs on him. I'm already doing that with you, so that can't be everything!"

Even though John had fully recognized the inappropriateness of what he and his teenage daughter were doing, he forgot himself again to protective instinct. Lily was his own daughter, and she wasn't to be peddled off to some boy she didn't care about. He was right there, obviously madly in love with her, and more than willing to help her understand what being intimate with a man meant.

Surprising her, John pulled Lily from her seated position beside him directly into one on top of his lap. Knowing that his cock had gotten unintentionally hard from all the suggestive talk, John made sure to slide her so that his erection was tucked behind her and not right up into her thin shorts. When she came to rest, John could feel the sexy eighteen-year-old waiting expectantly for his next move.

She felt so perfect in his lap. Her cute little butt was cupped by his larger lower half. He'd seen her youthful and round cheeks enough times to make his head spin while she frolicked about in her swimsuit earlier in the day, but feeling it against him was far better.

"It's not always as simple as touching; it matters how you do it too." John taught, "Do you want me to show you?"

As he asked the question her father placed both hands gently on Lily's hips. She was spellbound, completely submitted to her father.

"Mhhh hmm." Lily granted.

John slowly but decisively grabbed hold of his daughter's hips. She immediately found herself arching her back as his thumbs dug into the dimples of her lower back. His fingers came in contact with her hipbones as he massaged her backside. Lily couldn't help herself from forcing her butt further into her father's lap. John knew where things could head from there. If he followed his most primal instincts, he would have slid his hands up her sides and finally taken her teenage breasts into his palms while grinding back into her. He felt compelled to, instead of stopping, wrap his thumbs around her waistband and slide her shorts down those thin legs so she was bottomless for him.

Lily mewwed. Nobody had ever touched her like that before. There was that. But nobody had ever made her feel quite so desirable either, and that was before she had even propped up on her father's lap. Now Lily was pining for her father's touch and she didn't have the capacity left to consider why. She could only press harder into him and hope he wouldn't stop.

For a few moments their suggestive contact continued. Lily wasn't exactly grinding her ass onto her father's cock, and John wasn't technically giving his attractive young daughter more than a lower back massage, so it seemed alright.

"Just so you know, lips are one of the most important things to pay attention to," John said, speaking quietly now into Lily's ear.

"Obviously I won't actually kiss you, but getting close works too." As he spoke, John placed his mouth at the nape of his daughter's neck. While he was speaking, Lily could feel her dad's breath caressing her skin; she didn't completely agree that he shouldn't kiss her.

Lily's hips moved on their own, as did her arms as they stretched above her and backward. With her tiny frame splayed out in his lap and his head in her neck, John was treated to an uninhibited view of his daughter's breasts within her shirt. He didn't want to stare too long, but his eyes stayed put regardless. He could just make out the pink circle around her nipple, the moon was so bright it lit her naked front up just for him. When her hands came into contact with the back of his neck and the sensitive spot in his hair, John thought he might lose his reserve.

"Oh god Daddy," Lily cooed. Her father's hands were tight on the soft spot of her pelvis and beginning to urge her hips back and forth at a very slow but noticeable pace.

"What Lil'?"

"Don't stop, I like that," said his little girl.

It felt incredible, and the young teenager in front of him was the girl he loved most in the world, let alone the most incredible beauty. But hearing her ask him to continue was too familiar, the only time he'd heard that John had soon heard a girl crying his name as he made love to her. He couldn't do that with Lily. As much as we wanted to rip the skimpy clothing from her youthful body and show her the full extent of what she wanted to know, he simply couldn't. Though he was hard as ever and feeling Lily's plump little butt gyrate against his cock, he just couldn't do more.

"I think you've learned enough for one night...I think it's time for bed," John said, in an attempt to put an end to things.

Lily froze. She was stunned. Her daddy had started all of the touching and she didn't think it was fair for him to stop now. But maybe he didn't want to continue, maybe he was only teaching her like she'd asked. After all, she had asked, not him. Lily felt sad that her dad was removing his hands from her and obviously expecting her to follow suit. Lily felt heat inside her body that she'd never felt before.

"Do we NEED to go in Dad?" Lily tried in one last effort to continue.

She felt her father close his hands around her hips and squeeze tightly once more. She squealed because he pressed so hard around her hipbones that he hit a pressure point or something.

"Yes honey," John said when finally lifting his daughter off his lap. He looked down to see that her shorts had ridden up, as well as her shirt. If he'd looked any closer he would have seen that between his baby girl's legs was a wet spot caused by the feelings he'd brought out in her.

Lily walked mindlessly next to her father on the way back into the house. She was lucky to have his hand wrapped around her waist and guiding her or she might have wandered off the dock and into the dark water. Both of them were glad for the renewed contact, even if it was far the distance they were silently hoping to go.

"Do you want to have some you-and-me time again tomorrow?" Lily's heart skipped a beat when she heard her father ask it.

She simply looked up with big puppy-dog eyes and nodded at him. John loved the way she bit her lip and lifted her shoulders like she was embarrassed to say yes.

Lily grabbed at her dad's shoulders to get him to lean down so she could kiss him. Usually, it was just a short kiss and goodnight. This time, both father and daughter lingered a few seconds before connecting. They just... sensed... each other and the hesitation felt right. Then Lily stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to her dads. It didn't last too long, but it sure felt different.

When they broke, both were silent; the quiet felt natural. As John watched his little girl open her bedroom door, he got one more good look at the ridiculous night-clothes she was wearing. When the door closed, he was tortured to know if she'd be taking them off. Lily was hesitant to even allow the thought, but as she began to undress she wished she wasn't doing it herself.

Both Lily and John went to bed staring at the ceiling. They were so in-tune with each other that their thoughts were practically the same.

Lily swore at herself for being so careless with her dad. He was only doing what she'd asked. He'd never do any of those things for real with her. And yet, she was pretty sure she'd felt a stiffness in his pants when she'd gotten the chance to wiggle her butt around on him. And his hands weren't just showing her where to touch, they were touching her deeply. She felt bad for her dad, that he probably hadn't gotten the chance to touch her mother like he had with her. And Lily certainly didn't mind letting him do so with her, in fact her only wish was that he'd show her more.

John resolved not to take one more step with Lily. It was no use beating himself up for being aroused by the eighteen-year-old's perfect body... or those soft, shapely breasts... or the graspable bottom that he'd felt grinding backward into his lap. Damnit, he couldn't even keep his thoughts contained long enough to scold himself. He had to be indifferent, he had to cut out the temptation and be a good father. But she'd practically begged him to continue; how was he going to keep saying no. How could he deny her when he now lay in bed wishing that he'd just kept going, that he'd gotten his hands all over the fully naked and willing teenager that happened to be his daughter.

They both fell asleep within a couple minutes of each other, despite the separate rooms.

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Sleeping it off turned out to be a good thing. John and Lily both awoke without the intoxication of each other to cloud their judgment. Lily didn't see her dad until she had already showered and come downstairs for breakfast.

"Think you and your brother are up for going into town today?" Lily's mother asked.

"Sure mom," she replied, grabbing some bacon from the plate on the countertop, "what time?"

"Soon," replied her mother, "but you can take your time and eat your breakfast first."

Lily sat down next to her dad, looking for his eyes to be directed her way but not finding them. John flinched when she accidentally brushed her leg against his. Nobody could know that he'd done a hell of a lot more the night before with his eighteen-year-old daughter, but he felt skittish nonetheless. Lily was admittedly confused by her dad's behavior.

He warmed up though, and when her mom and brother let Lily sit shotgun on the way to town, the two lovebirds were soon chatting and talking as normal. His eyes had this new kind of familiarity in them. Lily felt like he was continually acknowledging secret between the two of them, and each time it made her heart jump beneath her breast.

Even better was when her mother and brother Daniel wanted to stay and listen to some gathering that was going at the main crossroads.

"Lily and I will go pick up a few of those toiletries we forgot at the convenience store while you guys do... this," he said motioning at whatever was going on with disinterest. Lily was on board, the guy talking sounded stuffy and looked like one of her old history teachers.

While they were walking, John watched his youngest skip around restlessly in her jean shorts and baseball shirt. Of course, she'd tied the shirt up to show off her tummy and the ring on her bellybutton that she was so proud of. She looked cute as ever, and he expected nothing less.

There was some horseplay between the two as they perused the aisles of the store. John got what he thought he was supposed to, but wasn't really paying too much attention. Lily kept coming up behind and trying to knock him down by bending his knee suddenly on the side he was leaning to. She got close a few times, but mostly he just let her continue because he liked feeling her chest press against him and her tiny hand on his forearm when she did it.

"What are you looking at now?" John asked, seeing his daughter stopped a spot on the aisle in front of him.

When he got closer, he saw and whoosh of breath escaped his mouth as he realized.

"What are you doing over here," John asked, much more quietly now, not wanting to call attention to the fact that he was standing with his eighteen-year-old daughter in the condom aisle.

"I dono," Lily said bashfully, "I just haven't ever seen one before... I wouldn't know how to use one."

John didn't have an answer for her, but somehow he wasn't surprised at what he heard next.

"Mom definitely won't teach me about this..." she paused, then looked his way with those damned big blue eyes pleading, "...will you daddy?"

"Wha... no I coul.... no way..." John stuttered. Lily thought it was funny that she'd caught her dad off guard.

"Relax Dad," she said with a hand on his arm again, "It's not like I plan on needing one or anything."

"Honey I don't know.... I don't think I sho...hmmm..." John was unprepared for this.

"Please daddy?"

"Can't you ask one of your friends or something?" He attempted.

"My friends that are boys?" Lily asked suggestively.

"No!" John had to catch himself and his volume to prevent anyone noticing he and his daughter who had now taken a pack of condoms in her hand and was flipping the box around. "No you better not!" He said feeling oddly protective again.

"Come on daddy please?" Lily was getting louder now, the little brat. "Won't you teach me how to use a condom?"

"Lily shushhh!" John cautioned.

"You don't want your little girl getting pregnant, do y...mphhh" Lily couldn't finish because her dad had reached out and covered her mouth and that teasing little smirk she had on it when she was goading him.

"Cut it out," he said as he looked down at her and then around the store. She could tell by the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth that her dad wasn't actually mad, but she decided not to test him anymore.

"Fine," he said, "I'll get them but you have got to go stand outside. I can't be seen buying condoms with my beautiful eighteen-year-old right next to me."

"Nobody knows I'm your daughter, DAD," she replied with inflection but then being much quieter, "and it's not like you're buying them to have sex with me either!"

John flinched for the second time that day; a pang of guilt that he didn't intend struck him. Just the thought of buying a condom around his pretty teenager and that incredible body she'd been dangling in front of him put two opposing themes together in his mind. Sex...his daughter...sex.... his daughter. No, he couldn't allow the thought that the box of condoms in his pocket were for anything other than education. He certainly wasn't going to give them to his little girl so she could try them out on someone else. No... he'd teach her what she needed to know, but nothing more.

John was considering how to go about showing his daughter how a condom works without crossing any lines when his wife and son found them again. Lily surprised him right before they joined up by shoving her hand down into his pocket. She pushed the box down further; it must have been showing.

"I don't think we want mom or Daniel seeing those, huh?" Lily suggested.

"You've got a point there Lil'," John responded.

While they were watching Rachel and Dan approach, Lily hooked her fingers on her father's belt and stood up to speak in his ear. John was immediately nervous that the contact might be perceived as strange by his wife, but determined it was only because of the box he had in his pocket.

"I'm really curious, can you teach me about these tonight when mom goes to bed?" Lily asked sweetly.

"Sure sweetie," John said quickly, giving her a playful shove with his shoulder in hopes that he might shift her from the suggestive position. Of course, Lily made sure to let her chest brush against her father's side plenty before she returned to her spot at his side.

"What did you two get?" Rachel asked them, holding a bag of her own.

Lily quickly looked up at her dad, raised her eyebrows and smiled. 'She is just the worst!' thought John as he saw the knowing glance from his brunette teenager.

"Got everything you had on the list," responded John, wondering if there was any hint of a lie in his voice.

"And a few things you didn't!" sang Lily.

John tried hard not to look stunned as his eyes darted down to his little girl. But then Lily brought a candy bar to her mouth and crunched off the tip while still looking at him and John breathed easy.

He was starting to wonder how he was going to deflect the trouble they were stirring up with all this somewhat inappropriate interaction. John tried to remind himself of the promise not to let things go any further with Lily. Looking down at her, seeing the cute face he'd grown to love so much and further down the alluring, bare skin at her stomach, John worried about how hard keeping that promise would be.

But things just always seemed to work out for him. Nobody noticed a thing. Not one sideways glance from his wife or prying eye from an onlooker. Even when he wrapped his hand around Lily's waist, fulfilling his aching desire to touch the bare skin of her stomach - nothing. John surmised he was just being paranoid, which wasn't exactly a bad thing, but at least he could relax and enjoy his beautiful teenager's company.

"Hey Dad, stay there for just a second," Lily directed without explanation.

They'd walked into a local shop and the family was mulling about the store. Lily seemed to always stay close to her father, which John was glad of. He didn't like having her out of his sight for some reason, probably because she was so damned fun to look at.

But then he watched as his little one crossed her arms over her head and pulled off her shirt in one swift motion. She was cornered by a couple of clothing racks, but certainly not enough to just disrobe in the middle of the store!

"Lily what are you..." John started and then stopped, seeing that his daughter had pulled her bra off as well. She was turned away from him but he definitely got a clear view from behind of her perfect breasts jiggling free of the bra. He quickly moved closer to her to protect anybody else from seeing.

"You can't just do that!" He said in a hushed voice, watching his wife to be sure she wasn't looking their way.

"Oh don't be such a tightass dad," she replied, "what do you think?

John turned around to find his daughter pulling a dark tank-top down around her stomach. It cut low enough that he could already see her cleavage and she hadn't even adjusted it yet. 'Damnit' he thought, 'why did she have to wear that, how did she know that he loved shirts like that?'

Her breasts even showed a little bit on the side, and John could make out a little nub where her nipple was. If he wasn't so incredibly turned on and still stunned that she'd changed right there in the store, he would have been pissed that she was wearing it at all.

"It's nice, honey, why did you pick that though?"

"No reason," Lily lied, "I guess I was a little warm and it looked comfy."

Truthfully, she'd done it because of what her mother had told her the day before. She knew her dad would like it, and she'd seen him stealing looks at her all day. When she finished pulling down the shirt over her upper body, it left a thin strip of skin just above her low-riding shorts and Lily reached up to make sure her breasts looked good too.

"Don't you think that shirt is a little revealing?" Her mother asked when they were checking out.

"Relax mom," Lily answered snidely, "Nobody here knows me. And besides, I've got Dad to protect me if any boys come after me."

John rolled his eyes; his daughter was unbelievable. But then, he liked the thought that Lily was his to protect.

Once again, the day flew by. John had to fend off Lily reaching into his pocket to grab at the box of condoms in there for whatever reason she was doing it - probably to cause trouble. Always he was unsure whether she was intentionally positioning herself so that he could see down her shirt, or feel her little body against him or whatever other antics she decided to pull next. And always there was a building apprehension about how he should react. Certainly he wasn't supposed to feel turned on, but the erection he kept getting didn't seem to care one bit.