Shhhh, Mommy Will Hear You

Lexi and Megan began homeschooling. She helped her with History, Government, English, etc. I taught her Math, Science, etc. With our extensive library, there was no shortage of educational material. Life was never better. I had time to study astronomy and the clear dark sky was amazing.

We all worked on our new home with so much enthusiasm and fun. Even when things went wrong, it didn't seem such a big deal. We just laughed about it. I think the fact that other stresses of civilized life were absent. It was all "small stuff." I think it can best be explained to the reader like this. Have you ever tried to get a home improvement project completed over a weekend because you had to get ready for work the next day? The phone ringing, the neighbors knocking on your door, etc. Now imagine if there were no clock or calendar, no phones or neighbors. It gets done when it gets done.

I would have to say our evenings were the best of times. We loved all of the seasons, each of which held their special magic. All year around it was cool enough to justify a fire in the fireplace. The wood stove was only used in late autumn, winter and early spring. After dinner I'd grab the current book I was readying and settle into my chair with a nice glass of whiskey. After cleaning the kitchen, Megan would begin working on either a quilt, or latest craft project. Lexi would grab a book of her own and settle down next to me under the cover of a nice handmade quilt. The quiet of the room broken only by the occasional chatter from one of the radios. We never communicated with them. I told the girls it wouldn't be safe letting people know we lived alone so isolated. Instead, we heard truckers talk about where they were going, and where they had been. There were a few embarrassing moments when one trucker or another would ask if anyone knew where he could get "a little pussy." The first time we heard that Lexi giggled. I never realized she knew such language. I looked at her and asked her if she knew what that meant. Her reply was a matter of fact response, "Daddy, I'm not a kid anymore." Regardless, she would always be a kid to me.

With such a good life, the years flew by quickly. One morning when I came inside to get some iced tea Megan said she needed to talk to me. It sounded serious, and since that was a strange emotion, I sat down at the dining room table. "What's the matter sweetie?" I asked.

"It's about Lexi. You know, she has been studying on a daily basis, not because she has to, but because she loves it so much, and this environment is very conducive to exploring. We never really kept track of what 'grade' she was in or gave her tests. Do you realize that if we still lived in the city she would be graduating from high school this year?"

"Isn't that hard to believe?" I added.

"Yes, she will be 18 next week and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday." she continued.

Now before I go on with that fateful conversation, I must interject this little bit of our family tradition. When we moved to this mountain, we decided that the typical trappings of civilization didn't make much sense. What good would a cell phone or fancy clothes do up here? Instead, we give of ourselves. Something handmade, or doing a loved one's chores for the day, or my favorite, breakfast in bed. Now back to the conversation.

"What did she say?" Relieved that this didn't seem to be as serious as first assumed.

"John, you and I both realize we moved up here for our benefit, as well as Lexi's. I can honestly say that the last 7 years have been the happiest in my life. I'm sure you feel the same way, and when I asked Lexi, she agreed."

By now, I was beginning to wonder where this was leading. There would be no purpose in stating the obvious, unless it wasn't the case after all. "Soooooo...." I encouraged her to go on.

"Lexi is lonely. Yes, she loves this life, but she hasn't been able to establish normal social relationships."

"Morgan, you know I love you and want you to always know you can talk to me, but I'm totally confused. What does Lexi not having friends have to do with her birthday wish? Does she want to visit someone, or move back to the city?" I asked somewhat frustrated at the fact that she seemed to be dancing around what she really wanted to tell me.

"Lexi said she needs to cuddle." Megan finally blurted out.

"Cuddle? Cuddle with who?"

"Lexi needs to cuddle with you and me."

"Morgan, you know that Lexi and I cuddle every night while we read our books and listen to the radios. Then we both tuck her into bed. What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"Lexi wants to cuddle while she falls asleep at night. She said she wishes she had someone to cuddle with when she goes to bed at night. She said it wasn't fair that I had you, and you had me at night when we go to bed. She feels lonely at night and...." She hesitated.

"Go on," I said, motioning with my hand.

"She said that many nights she cries herself to sleep wondering if she will ever have anyone to sleep with. She didn't want me to tell you that part. You know how strong she wants you to think she is."

"So, what are you suggesting?" I couldn't believe Megan would actually suggest Lexi share our marriage bed.

"What would you say to letting Lexi sleep with us? I know, I know, it will cut into your bedtime delight," Always trying to lighten the mood, Megan joked. "I'm sure after a few nights she will get bored and go back to her bed."

"I don't think that's a good idea for many reasons. Yes, I love her. After you, I don't love anyone more. I mean she's not six years old anymore and afraid of a thunderstorm." I protested.

"Come on, be a sport," she smiled. "If you change your mind later, we can end it. Until then, we go to bed, Lexi gets a few hugs and kisses on the cheek and she feels connected."

"But what about us sharing with each other?"

"John, you know that since we moved up here my libido has exploded. We've done it almost every time we are alone. Sometimes two or three times a day. I don't think you will be the least bit deprived in that department."

Knowing by now that I couldn't change her mind once it was made up, I nodded agreement. Something in my gut told me no good could come of this, but I guess we could try it.

Chapter 5.

Lexi's birthday was Saturday. As her present that morning, I brought her up a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows to her in bed. I told her she could sleep late, and I would do her chores. I couldn't believe that little girl of mine was now an adult.

"THANK YOU DADDY!" she squealed. I could tell she was more excited about the fact that it was her birthday than a small cup of hot chocolate. Regardless, it made me happy as she flung her arms around me and kissed my cheek. The rest of the day went on as usual, but that evening after dinner Megan presented Lexi with a cherry chip birthday cake in the shape of a heart.

"Lexi, for your birthday present, Daddy and I want to give you your wish. You can sleep with us on a trial basis. We will see how it works out for all of us."

"OH MOM! That's so spectacular. Thank you," she jumped up and hugged Megan.

I guess I looked less than enthusiastic because Lexi looked at me sheepishly, "Are you sure it's ok Daddy?"

Without answering her question, I reminded her, "You know you will always be my babygirl and I love you." I reached out my arms inviting a big hug, which I received.

That night it seemed a bit strange. Lexi made sure she was in our bed before us and took her place in the middle of our bed. When we climbed in a while later she began giggling like she did with she was little and knew she had gotten away with something. First she jumped on Megan kissing her cheeks and hugging her tight. When Megan finally convinced her to stop, she turned to me and did the same thing.

Now, I had never thought of Lexi in a sexual way. I think nature wires a parents' brain to reject such thoughts. I'm not judging mind you, I am simply stating my opinion. I was use to getting sexual relief when I got into bed, so although I tried to think of many things, Lexi kissing and rubbing her body all over me caused a familiar stirring. My guess is; although it was never mentioned, Lexi felt my cock hardening between us. Abruptly she stopped what she was doing and settled down for a night's sleep.

The next evening Lexi took the situation more in stride. We all gave each other hugs and kisses goodnight and fell asleep. Well, everyone fell asleep except me. I had a hard cock causing me discomfort. After about 30 minutes of considering my options, I decided the most secluded place to jerk off was the loft. Otherwise known as Lexi's bedroom. I quietly climbed the stairs. The room was dark as I laid on her bed. I pulled out my cock and reached for a tissue on her nightstand. I laughed at the irony that I had to jerk off in her bed to avoid sexual contact while she slept in mine. After load after load of cum squirted into the tissue, I relaxed a while, then I pulled my boxer shorts back up carrying my used tissue with me, and climbed back into bed next to Lexi as she slept quietly.

This routine continued for about a week more or less. I have to admit that during the day I no longer looked at Lexi as a little girl. Her body was still very petite, but sexy. She has slender hips and small but obvious breasts. I would guess that, at that time, she weighed less than 100 lbs. Her natural blond hair lay just below her shoulder blades. She kept it in a single ponytail. She got her blue eyes from me. More than anything it was her ability to smile and melt my heart. Now when she climbed into my chair in the evening, I actually enjoyed her hugs and playful teasing.

The room was lit by a full moon. Maybe that is what caused me to behave in a manner completely foreign to my personality, character and morals. As Lexi lay still next to me on our bed, her breathing normal for someone asleep, I couldn't help but notice her chest rising and falling in gentle waves. The top two buttons of her pajama top were undone, and if the third button were to come undone, it would expose the curve of her milky white breast. I lay there for several minutes staring before I got the courage to reach over and undo that button. I quickly pulled back waiting for a response, but she lay silent.

Once again, I reached over and pulled back the flimsy fabric of her top and could see the complete roundness of her small right breast. Although it was small, it stood proudly on her chest. It reminded me of a pure scoop of vanilla ice cream. Knowing I was the first man to ever set eyes on such beauty caused my heart to race even faster. I could see her nipple, but did not have access to it. I noticed there were only two more buttons holding her sweet tender flesh secure from my assault. I made the fateful decision to undo those last two buttons. I'm sure it happened quicker than my mind is now replaying it. Still no noticeable movement from my Sleeping Beauty.

Like a lion stalking his prey, I lifted the fabric, first the right side, then the left, completely exposing both breasts and the innocent pink nipples which were not erect. I decided that Lexi was a sound sleeper and unless I jarred her significantly, she would remain asleep. Using my index finger I touch her left nipple, which was closest to me. I then moved my finger from the nipple and began making circles with my finger around her light pink areola. Slowly her nipple buds began to rise, not unlike my cock. They were so sweet and innocent, and I was humbled at the thought that, once again, I was the only man who had ever touched them. I wanted to suck on my own flesh and blood more than anything, but feared the chaos which might ensue should I be caught. Instead, I decided to lick the tip of my finger. With it moist, I returned to touch her pert little bud.

Not long after her nipples rose to their ultimate arousal, I noticed Lexi's breathing begin to increase in rhythm. I decided to minimize exposure of my actions, by minimizing her exposure to my prying eyes and finger. I pulled first the right side of her pajama top over her, then the left. As Lexi began to stir, I decided not to take any more chances, so I only buttoned the third button. My thinking was that as long as her breasts were not exposed when she awoke, she would not be suspicious.

On the other hand, my cock was now harder than it had been the previous few nights and I decided that unless I obtained some sort of self release, I would not enjoy a minute of restful sleep. I slowly pulled myself out of bed, and pulling a few tissues from the box, went to sit in my usual chair instead of Lexi's bed.

Viewing Lexi's tender breasts in my mind's eye, I reached inside the fly of the boxer shorts I was wearing and began to slowly stroke my cock. I knew it was wrong to invade my daughter's privacy by lecherous means, but what was done, was done. I would have to have a talk with Megan in the morning telling her I changed my mind. It was not ok for Lexi to cuddle with us in our bed. I continued jerking off wondering what it would have been like to suck on her tiny nipples. How would she react? Does she ever masturbate? What does she think of when she does? I justified my evil thoughts of Lexi by imagining they were thoughts she had of me while playing with her virginal pussy.

I went back to bed after taking a quick shot of bourbon. Lexi and Megan were still asleep, only this time, Lexi was on her stomach. I was actually happy that further temptation had been removed. I did take notice of her tiny pajama shorts. I wondered if she also wore panties to bed. I decided to stop thinking those nasty thoughts. It seemed that no sooner had I fallen asleep, the rooster began to crow. I knew it was time to start the day, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but dwell on how I had changed in one single evening. I could no longer challenge anyone on their moral beliefs as I had abandoned mine at the slightest temptation.

Chapter 6.

The next morning started as usual. I was the first one awake and got up to prepare a pot of coffee for the girls and me. Sometimes I would prepare some blueberry muffins, today seemed a good day to do that again. I fixed the coffee and had my first cup before the muffins came out of the oven. For the first time ever, I realized the top of a muffin somewhat resembles the curvature of a young woman's breast. One little blueberry was centered in the middle of the muffin. I couldn't help but lick it a few times in mock erotic movement. Another crow of the rooster brought me out of my trance. After a few cups of coffee I got dressed and went outside to begin my daily chores.

Later that morning Megan brought me out a nice glass of iced tea and I took a short break. The whole morning, the events of last night weighed heavy on my mind. Of course, I couldn't tell Megan how I had violated Lexi, but decided there was no time like the present to give her my thoughts. That would give her the rest of the day to break the news to Lexi before bedtime. Lexi has always been a good girl, but at the same time, she has me wrapped around her little finger.

"I think I've changed my mind," I sort of just blurted out.

"About what?" Megan asked smiling at me.

"Lexi sleeping in our bed at night to 'cuddle'" I replied. I've never been able to deprive my girls anything which seemed reasonable and, a change in sleep arrangements, at the time I agreed to them, even though I believed it was a bad idea, it wasn't completely unreasonable.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Well, it deprives us of our 'alone' time." I pretended to be busy working on a small motor to avoid eye contact.

"Translation, you don't get any when she's in our bed," My wife laughed at me at the same time poking a finger in my side to let me know she was playing with me. "You know we can continue to do that at other times of the day like we do now." She added in an attempt to get me to change my mind.

"Yes, I know, but after all of these years, it is very comforting to be close to you right before falling asleep," This time I looked her straight in the eye. I was very serious about this, and she could tell.

"Ok, I'll tell Lexi that tonight she has to go back to her own bed. Don't worry any more about it." Megan said. Her words fading as she walked back toward the house. I just couldn't understand why this arrangement was so important to Megan.

As evening fell, we continued our usual routine. Lexi acted her normal self, so I was not sure if Megan had explained things to her. We finished our dinner, and I selected a book from the library, stoked the fire as I settled into my chair. Megan finished the dishes and went to work on her latest quilt.

A while later, as was typical, Lexi came down from her room and snuggled under the quilt with me. My heart started beating faster. Not for any particular reason other than the guilt I felt for violating this sweet girls body the night before. I tried to act normal and kept reading my book. I noticed Lexi had a book of her own, but didn't notice what her latest selection was. I reached over and turned on the CB and Shortwave radios for our typical nightly entertainment.

About 20 minutes had passed when Lexi, under the quilt, took my hand. That wasn't unusual, so I just let her hold it as she snuggled close to me. What shook me to the core was when she whispered quietly, "I was awake last night when you touched my boobies."

"OH LEXI...." I said with a start.

She interrupted me and whispered, "Shhh, Mommy will hear you."

Lowering my voice, as though it were my obligation to follow Lexi's instructions. "I'm so sorry, and I feel so ashamed. I promise I will never do anything...." Again, she stopped me in mid-apology.

"It's ok Daddy, I didn't mind. But why did you stop?" She whispered. Then as quickly as she asked that question, she moved my hand. I wasn't even paying attention to that, as my mind raced through possible consequences I might face. Would Megan shoot me? Divorce me?

My eyes widened as Lexi moved my hand. I felt the familiar feel of pubic hair. I jerked my hand, but obviously anticipating that I might do that, Lexi held it firm to her pussy mound. Again, I said aloud, "LEXI, I'M NOT...." Again she whispered, "Shhh, Mommy will hear you."

In my ear she continued, "Why didn't you touch me here last night Daddy? It feels so much better to me than my boobies." She pushed my hand down and I sensed her legs had been spread even further apart. With the skill of someone familiar with self pleasure, she pushed my middle finger between the folds of her pussy. She was extremely warm and moist. Her body stiffened slightly and she moaned softly.

"See Daddy, that feels so good to me. Why did you stop with my boobies last night?" She asked so innocently.

I couldn't believe I was less than 10 feet from my wife with my daughter forcing my finger into her tight pussy. I was actually being blackmailed into violating her. If I tried to stop, would Lexi make a scene? I could only imagine what Megan would think if Lexi jumped up, her pussy exposed, my cock hard as a rock and my finger smelling of sweet virgin pussy juice. She would then tell her Mom that I touched her breasts and nipples last night when I thought she was asleep. In the best scenario, divorce papers, and not bullets, would be flying. I decided it would be in my best interest to obey my daughter.

"I shouldn't have done that to you Lexi. I was wrong. This is wrong." I tried to sound convincing; however, by now my finger was moving in and out of her moistness. "You know this is wrong Lexi, don't you?"

"I don't think it is. Mom always told me you shouldn't have sex unless you love someone. I love you Daddy. Don't you love me?"

Lexi shifted her body slightly and I mistook her move as an order to "cease and desist." I quickly pulled my finger from between her now closed legs.