"She's done it again."
"I guess we need to talk to her, eh, hun?"
"Can you?" she asked with a tired smile she seemed to be fighting to give.
So Henry kissed his wife on the cheek, stood up and strode over to the staircase just outside of the living room. He took the tall flight of stairs slowly thinking about his 18-year-old daughter Ashton and how her dancing classes had now led to her posting twerk videos on her instagram account. It wasn't just the dancing that had Henry and his wife April concerned about their daughter, it was the clothing she was wearing in her videos. "Or wasn't wearing," Henry thought aloud as he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned right to head down the hall to his daughter's bedroom. He could hear music blaring through the wall of her room already.
Henry, 54, was an outstanding father. Or at least he considered himself to be. Ashton was the third of four children. His two oldest were boys and they were off in college across the country at the moment. Ashton was his only daughter and he made sure she was active from the age of 5. After all, they could tell from a young age that she loved to sing and dance. He and April enrolled Ashton in gymnastics, ballet, modern dance and sports like softball and soccer. She eventually stuck to dance and soccer, which in Henry's opinion, combined to give his daughter the beautiful fit figure that she has.
The raunchy hip hop music continued to blare as Henry reached her room and knocked twice on the door. No response. He knocked louder. Still no answer. She must not be able to hear, he thought. So he announced himself.
"Ash, I'm coming in."
It was apparent upon entering that she hadn't heard him. Henry's mouth hit the floor before he could catch it.
There was his daughter, ass out facing him, twerking in a pair of blue booty shorts that stopped halfway down her ass and a white sports bra. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and her head was turned to the side with a wicked grin playing across her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw her dad's reflection through the mirror at her desk and suddenly stopped.
"Dad!" she screamed. "You just messed up my video!"
Henry, with remote in hand, powered off the stereo then set it down and faced his baby girl.
"Honey, we need to talk," he said calmly, taking his daughter's wrists and sitting softly on the side of her bed.
"Ashton, your mother and I are concerned about what you're putting online," Henry stated matter-of-factly while his daughter stood between his legs and rolled her eyes. Henry, nevertheless, powered through.
"We think these twerking videos will give people the wrong impression, and who knows who happens to stumble upon them! What if one of your teachers is watching them? I don't want one of those creeps getting the wrong impression about you, baby!" Henry finished with a concerned, but loving tone and looked up into his daughter's beautiful blue eyes.
"But dad," Ashton protested weakly.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I don't know," Ashton stepped back and sat down next to her father on her bed. They were no longer holding hands. "I don't know if I can talk to you about this."
"Sweetie, you can tell your dad anything. Haven't I always said that? Haven't we been close that way?"
"I know," she said quietly. "It's just, it's just this is more of a mother, daughter type of discussion I think."
Henry wrapped his big arm around the small of his daughter's back and pulled her into his shoulder. He kissed the top of her forehead and she looked up into his eyes.
"Why don't you give me a chance, Ash?"
"Okayyy," she relented.
Henry let her go, she sat up straight and looked straight ahead as she began to open up to her father about her horniness.
"You see dad, I come back from my dance classes with this pent up frustration in me and these videos are my way of releasing it."
As Henry listened, it didn't take him long to realize what was going on with his young daughter. She was horny. It was unsettling to him, of course, but at least he figured she wasn't being fucked by some stupid teenage boy who didn't care about her.
"I see. Well, sweetheart, there are other ways of releasing that.. frustration you're feeling. You don't need to be posting these promiscuous ass-dances online," he said sternly.
"Ok, but dad, can you watch me really quick? I want you to see this combination I learned this week. You haven't watched me dance for awhile," she almost pouted to him as she gained her feet and took the remote to turn the music back on.
Ashton was dancing before her father could respond. As she went into her routine, Henry realized he didn't want to. She was right, after all. He hadn't watched his daughter perform of late. Her classes were during the time he was finishing up work and commuting back to the house. He rarely could get off in time to even pick her up. That responsibility was largely falling on the shoulders of April or their youngest son, Anthony.
So Henry sat there and watched. Yet as he watched his beautiful daughter moving her hips, torso and her arms to the music at such a graceful tempo, he realized she was looking right into his eyes. She started to wind her body and then fell again into a twerk rhthym with her beautiful ass shaking out of her shorts.
A desire suddenly sprang up inside of Henry that he couldn't fight any longer. It was the way she was looking at him as she danced with her gorgeous ass cheeks flopping up and down in front of his face. He wanted his daughter and he couldn't fight it any longer. For the last six months or so she'd been walking around the house in these daring outfits and Henry and his wife hadn't been firm enough with her about making her stop. He loved seeing his beautiful daughter's body but it was also luring him into a place he really didn't want to follow. Only he was there now and it was no longer his choice.
Ashton finally came to a stop and looked at her dad curiously.
"What did you think?"
"Baby, you are amazing. You must know that. You keep getting better every week it seems," Henry said, genuinely impressed. "Sit down," he took her hand and pulled her to his lap. "We also need to talk about these... outfits you're wearing around the house in front of your mom and I, and even Anthony."
She frowned, casting her eyes down, likely knowing what was coming.
"Ashton, it really isn't appropriate for you to be dressed this way in front of us."
"But, mom dresses sexually! I thought you encouraged us to all be comfortable with one another?"
"That's true.." he had to admit she was right there. They were a family and Henry always wanted them to be completely comfortable with each other. He thought it developed a tighter bond between mother and son, father and daughter, sibling to sibling - and he was right. His family was as tight as could be.
He had a problem, though. Ashton was too good-looking for her own good. It was causing him feelings he shouldn't be having and he was sure Anthony, 17, was having as well.
"The thing is, sweetheart, you're body is..."
"What?" daddy. She looked at him intently, genuinely curious as to what he thought.
