We Need to Talk

The characters portrayed in this entirely fictional story are over 18 years of age. The subject involves consensual father-daughter incest. Enjoy.

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"We need to talk." The words every man dreads to hear from his wife and in this case with good cause.

One otherwise uneventful August Saturday morning, I walked into our bedroom and found my wife Jan sitting in front of the computer. Her eyes were welled with tears, red and swollen, but her face unemotional, as one in shock from fateful news. I looked at the monitor. The condemning evidence was there on the silent screen. "Rick, we need to talk," Jan stated with an eerie coolness and unsettling steadiness in her voice.

I could see out the e-mail inbox displayed on the monitor. And although too far away to read the text, I knew what this was about. I tried to remain collected outwardly, even though I had already sensed an abrupt increase of my pulse and blood pressure. How could I have been so careless?

"Stay calm," I tried to reassure myself in the presence of my accuser, trying to avoid comment that would incriminate me even more so than the e-mail messages. Still not offering a response, I wondered what would hurt her more, being married to a liar or a cheat. Although at this point, the choice had been taken out of my hands since I was clearly guilty of being both a cheat and a liar.

My thought was interrupted again by Jan's voice "How could you? And with our own daughter, you sick bastard." At once I felt the rise in the intensity and tone of her voice. "You don't even try to deny it or explain, do you?" She turned back to the screen as the tears began to fall freely again from the reddened eyes.

Try as I may, how does a husband explain that he slept with his daughter? If I were to lie, she would know. Wives always know. Or, if were to admit it, I would be telling the truth but branded as a cheat. It was a "no-win / no/win" situation.

Jan didn't say any more. She didn't need to. But how? How did she find out? I paused, took a deep breath to speak but my voice came out in a mere whisper, "I'm going out to the patio" and walked away quietly, leaving behind the silence of a suffering and broken heart.

Opening the sliding door, I looked out to the soft sunlight filtered by the lattice, felt the rush of cool morning air meet my face and yearned for the same calm within. Pulling the recliner to the edge of the patio, I took a seat and looked out toward the stand of birch trees gently waving with the morning breeze.

The slider interrupted my thoughts as Jan came out to the patio. She stood in front of me, arms at her side, with a look on her face that seemed to be desperately trying to search out some logical explanation for an illogical action, before she spoke.

"I talked to Megan, so spare me the excuses and explanation. I don't want this to destroy our family, although it very likely could. Only time will tell. But just a part of me wants to know how this all happened. You owe me at least that much."

I knew there was no turning back and my only hope was to tell it all. "This is where it all started" I reminisced, and began to weave the true tale of this affair.

Looking back over the past three months, it was difficult to see how the progression of events began, but the path taken was very clear. End result, I was having an affair with my adult daughter.

We bought this house in the country last year, making the move from our place in the city. Megan, our oldest at 20 was across the state attending the university in Seattle, completely happy with the "Seattle Life" and sharing an apartment with a classmate. Our son Andrew, at 18, was a recent high school graduate. He had his sights set on attending law school at the university in the eastern Washington city that we had just moved from. It was a logical choice for him. After all, he grew up in town and was active in school and sports. We made the move just before his senior year, but he was able to commute with me to finish his senior year and graduate with his classmates. Most of former classmates and team members remained in town, or at least planned to do so for the first year or two after graduating. And, since law was his career choice this was a logical school to attend.

Life had been good to me. I was grateful that my business had done so well, providing more than adequately for the needs and wants of my family. Since making the move 18 months ago, I was able to work form an office in my home, but commuted to town frequently to meet with clients and take care of business.

My wife Jan, a writer, traveled frequently but had the flexibility to enjoy life and time with the family.

Moving to the country had always been a dream of ours. The idea of living close enough to town for our business needs, but far enough to leave the hustle and bustle behind seemed like a perfect match. But right now, I would have given anything to blend into the business and humanity, and escape the inevitable confrontation.

"How did it all begin?" I wondered but knew full well, trying to avoid the obvious. I thought back to last May when Megan finished her second year of college, and asked to come home for the summer. She said that her roommate was going away overseas for the summer to work on an internship, and she would have the full rent obligation. We saw her only occasionally during the school term, between personal obligations and winter weather, so her homecoming was a welcome suggestion.

Andrew was busy during May with sports, finals and graduation preparations. He planned to make a road trip during summer with a buddy before starting school in the fall. Megan's return would be perfect timing to attend Andrew's graduation. Jan and I also secretly admitted to each other that Megan's presence might help take the sting out of having an "empty nest".

As always, it was good to see Megan. She was always a pretty girl, and special to both of us. We were grateful the she was a good student in high school and in college, and even more so that she kept out of trouble after going away to college, or at least on the surface, nothing presented itself to give us concern.

However, when she returned in May, there was this something different about her that we just attributed to maturity. She still dressed "cute" and avoided trashy clothing but had a smoldering sensuality about her. Her skin was unblemished, thankfully avoiding the prevalent tattoos and piercings, except for the tasteful jewel in her navel.

Life was busy with the graduation preparations, juggling our business obligations and finding time to spend together before the inevitable changes of summer. Andrew was busy with friends, and just "hanging out" with Megan. Jan and I did what we could to enjoy as much time working at home. Work days were often short and allowed for afternoon trips to the nearby lake. Like I said, business was good and we enjoyed the fruits of our labor. It was fun and refreshing to enjoy time relaxing together as a family for one last summer. We all knew that things would never be the same, and even though now as adults, we savored the days with Andrew and Megan as "children".

Two days after graduation in June, Andrew and his best friend Jared, loaded up the car, checked the essentials one last time and drove away for their adventure. Andrew, as with Megan, was a good kid, honest and dependable. He kept in like company through high school and often had friends come over to the house. We felt confident that they would have a good trip, and barring any unexpected accident, had trust that they would not do anything to mar that trust.

Megan said her goodbyes the night before, and enjoyed sleeping in on the morning that Andrew left. Andrew and Jared wanted and early start, anxious to get going, and we up at the crack of dawn. That left Jan and I to bid him farewell, and time alone for us afterward to reminisce.

A fresh pot of coffee was brewing as the boys drove away, and at 7:00 AM the morning was still ours. We sat together on the patio and talked quietly, holding steaming cups of coffee. Megan, wearing baggy cotton pajama bottoms and an oversized University t-shirt, perky tits swaying as she quietly meandered onto the patio. Jan and I spoke in broken sentences, deep in thought. She pulled a pillow off the lounge and sat cross legged on the cool concrete. Hair tousled and eyes half open, she listened as we spoke of Andrew and Megan, memories of their childhood, the past year and predictions for their future. Megan took it all in but did not contribute, satisfied to listen to our memories. It was bitter sweet.

Jan went in to prepare some fruit and toast to go with our coffee, and returned placing it on the nearby café table. We moved to the table for breakfast but Megan sat on her pillow, content to enjoy a cup of coffee. Following a leisurely breakfast and more discussion, I excused myself to shower and dress, as did Jan. I had business in town and Jan had preparations for a trip and meeting with publishers. Megan asked if she could use my computer in my absence to check on her e-mails. That was fine because I traveled with laptop which left the desktop completely available.

Megan was still seated on the patio wearing her loose cotton pajamas as I walked toward the garage. Her honey blonde tousles of hair lying loose across her shoulders, now glimmering as the rising sun hit it. She was beautiful, even in the morning fresh from bed. No makeup, hair as it was when she awoke and wearing baggy pajamas. I took one last look at Megan and smiled, kissed Jan goodbye and headed into town.

Living in the country has some unexpected benefits. It seems that the 45 minute ride to town, gives me the opportunity to prepare myself for the day. And, the peaceful drive home allows the sometimes hectic events of the day to just melt away long before I get home.

On this trip, I suppose I was in a different mindset with Andrew's departure, and the walk down memory lane that followed. There would be some changes, and that was just part of life. My mind wandered from thought to thought, with reflections of my life with Jan, our children and just life in general.

Jan and I had a good life. We had what I thought was a good relationship, active sex life and in general, enjoyed each others company. Neither of us had strayed, although from time to time, when things seemed a little stale the mind wondered. But in general, life was good.

Just then, I started to have "thoughts". It was the kind of thought that just pops into a man's head, unprovoked. I had heard how many times per hour that a man has a sexual thought, but it just didn't seem accurate, just another slam on men and chuckled to myself. It was of no one in particular and everybody. I was having random thoughts of naked or provocatively dressed women, women from magazines, celebrities, neighbors, and even my secretary. It was a pleasant thought as I drove the open highway, now only half-way to town. It was strange that simple thoughts would cause such a stirring, but I now had a full erection.

Thoughts moved to Jan and our sexual activities, then strangely enough to Megan earlier this morning. She was beautiful, admittedly, but I had never thought of her in a sexual way. It was a little odd, but an enjoyable thought as I just let my mind wander of Megan and her appearance.

I had surprised Megan in various stages of dress, and undress, over the years. Nakedness and sexual awkwardness are inevitable when four people are in a house together 24/7. I had watched her develop into a budding teen, bringing the woman/child events that come with it. I recall times when she wanted to be a woman in a little girl's body, then later when she wanted to be a little girl in a woman's body, with so many obvious physical changes but not sure what to do with it. I learned that a father's job was just to be the dad, and not to try to figure out the women in his life. My wife taught me that lesson through experience, although she never verbalized it. Never before had I given a second thought to seeing Megan's body in various stages of undress, as I was as embarrassed as she was anytime we walked in on one another in the bathroom or bedroom. After the awkward two-hand cover up, and about face, it was always forgotten within minutes without a second thought. I saw, but didn't look. There is a subtle difference.

But today, I was having that lingering thought. And oh what a nice thought it was. Almost a little too nice of a thought I wondered, but safe since it was unusual and she wasn't really there. The familiar sights of the city began to come into view, and my daydream was regretfully forced to come to an end.

My day of business went on as any other, and I enjoyed the peaceful drive home. Andrew called late that afternoon to proudly announce that he had passed over two state lines and was half way across Montana. He said that they would spend some time in Glacier Park, then move on to Yellowstone for a few more days. I was pleased that he was feeling good about the trip, which was more of a statement of independence than just a vacation.

Jan called to say that she had safely arrived in Chicago and would be meeting with her publisher the next morning. The trip was combined with a seminar and book signing in New York. Jan would be gone a full week. She traveled just often enough to enjoy the trips, the hotels and the time away. As much as she enjoyed traveling and the restaurants and hotels, she admitted that she would not like a life on the road. Jan reminded me of the necessary things to do at home, and although Megan was there and I was no stranger in the kitchen, had provisions set aside for several meals. I appreciated that trait in her, and closed by saying that I would call later to say good night.

The August sun was still high in the sky when returned home, and barely a breeze. The garage doors opened and it seemed strange to see it empty. I felt a pang of loneliness, with Andrew on the road, and Jan's car at the airport. Megan did not have a car and regretfully was dependant of us for transportation with home from school. After all, who needs a car when you're in downtown Seattle? Wisely for her, she said it seemed like such an unnecessary luxury. I half expected to see Megan after I parked the car and went into the house.

I slipped off my shoes at the door, set my briefcase on the table and walked toward the hall, passing the open bathroom door.

Over the sound of the shower, I called to Megan as a courtesy to let her know I was home and heard her answer "Oh, hi Daddy. I didn't expect you home so soon. I'll be out in a minute. How was your day?"

"It was fine, thanks. I'm gonna get out of this suit and into something comfortable. See you in a minute."

I padded down the hall to the master bedroom, changed from my suit to slacks and a polo shirt. The computer monitor was in view from the closet as I hung up the suit. Oh, I bet Megan used it and forgot to turn it off, and reminded myself to do so on my way back to the kitchen. My thirst got the best of me, and I passed right by the computer walking down the hall directly toward the kitchen.

The bathroom door was still open as I approached, but the sound of running water had stopped. I could smell the mix of steam and fragrant shampoo, still uncertain if Megan was still in there. Just as I reached the door, Megan walked out with a towel held loose against the front of her body, presuming that she was alone again. I could see her efforts to cover the rest of her body, and managed to do so with no success as she passed me in the hall. Surprisingly she stopped to give me a peck on the cheek, smiled and turned her bare backside toward me to take the last couple of steps towards her bedroom.

"What a sight" I thought to myself as I continued down the hall to the kitchen, revisiting my thoughts of the morning. "No. Don't go there,' I scolded myself and continued to the cabinet to retrieve a glass. Still the recent vision lingered, the heave of her pert round breasts, long slender legs and perfectly toned butt. Ah, youth... A cold stiff drink was in order. I made a double and wandered off to the patio.

Megan's pillow from this morning was back on the patio lounge. A bikini top and tanning oil were on the nearby table. "Hmm, too bad I wasn't home any earlier. My voyeuristic tendency caused thoughts to wander again, unsure of how I might have reacted to seeing Megan lounge topless and alone. No! But still a nice thought.

"Hi daddy." Glad you're home. That shower felt so good…" her thoughts interrupted by the obvious implications of bikini top on the table. Megan was wearing a short summer cotton terry cloth robe with her wet hair combed and pulled back. "Oh, sorry I left my things out. I was sunning and went in to shower."

"It's fine. You were alone. I understand the woman's need for no strap marks."

"Thanks, Daddy. I thought you might freak out. I'm glad I got up when I did. That would be so embarrassing for you."

"No. Really, it's fine" I reassured her trying to hide my thoughts of earlier. "So, tell me about your day."

"I slept in and for the first time in a while had the whole house to myself. It almost felt strange to be here alone, kinda like sneaking around in a stranger's house, but it was nice." She laughed and then continued, "I caught up on my e-mails with friends and as you already figured out, spent some time sunning and didn't expect you home yet."

"I'll be working from home for the rest of the week, so no surprises, glancing at the bikini top. Also, the car will be available if you need it." Nursing the last few sips from my drink, I asked "So, what do you want for dinner? We can do pizza since I was gone today and it's getting late."

"Sounds good to me. That will give me a chance to dry my hair and throw on some clothes. I'll come in and help you with dinner" she offered, walking away toweling her long blonde hair.

I got up and went to my room, remembering that I forgot to log off the computer. The screen saver was active. Just a few key strokes brought the monitor back to life. Megan's inbox was displayed, and not intending to be nosey, but just curious, saw an obvious and very suggestive subject box. One more click of the cursor brought the message up full screen. I'm no puritan, but the message was very graphic and sexual, and referenced an erotic posting and website for "Beauty" which just happened to be Megan's childhood nickname. As I read on, it was apparent that the sender was setting up a date with Megan and had less than honorable intentions.

I read the remainder of the message, closed it and opened the inbox again. I was shocked to see the inbox window full of similar messages to her from other senders. "What the…" I wondered. "What is she into?" It was very obvious what she was doing. But how do I tell her what I saw, and how do I tell her without seeming that I was snooping?

I continued with dinner preparations, such as they were. The pizza and simple green salad was no effort at all. I caught a few minutes of Fox News in the den until the timer announced that dinner was ready.

Sliding the pizza from the oven heard "Mmmm, smells good" turned a saw Megan perched on her elbows at the counter behind me. She was wearing shorts and a modest white cotton tank top. Her blonde hair with fell loose curls contrasting against the glowing tan shoulders. My eyes were drawn to the swell at the top of her breasts and slight cleavage exaggerated by her forward position at the counter.

"Daddy," her cheerful voice shocked me back from the most pleasant vision, "what kind of salad dressing do you want?" My eyes returned to her face, a little embarrassed by the lingering gaze.