I consider myself to be one of the luckiest men in the world, living the American dream. My name is Steve and I am married to Debbie, who is my best friend along with being the most amazing wife. We have been blessed with three intelligent and beautiful daughters. We are the epitome of the all-American family. Our girls are all quite accomplished, both in the classroom and athletically. I run my own business, an insurance agency with the help of my wife, who manages the office day-to-day. It has provided us with a comfortable living for our family. By all accounts we are active and well liked members of our community.
We are avid sports enthusiasts, as fans and participants. I played college baseball and can proudly say that I could have had a very promising career ahead of me were it not for the devastating injury that required Tommy John surgery. Debbie played volleyball, garnering All-State honors as a setter. So it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that our kids would love sports. All three of our girls had excelled during their high school years.
Karen, our oldest earned a scholarship after a stellar four years of varsity soccer... While she enjoyed her time on the basketball court, it was on the soccer field where she dominates. As a center midfielder, she often controlled the game, either by scoring goals or setting up her teammates. Playing in college was the next step and a fitting reward for her accomplished high school career. In her sophomore year, she continues to be a team leader.
Our middle daughter is Kristi. She is just starting her career as a college softball pitcher, also earning a scholarship. Earning a starting role as a freshman would be a major accomplishment and so far it's looking good.
It's because of our involvement in sports that I am here today, sharing my story. More accurately, it's because of a sports injury and how it led me to experience something so unbelievable that I still think I'm dreaming.
It was during Katie's, our youngest daughter, senior year. She was off to another impressive start to the season, leading the team in both scoring and assists. Katie was the best player on a conference championship team, one with aspirations of winning a State title.
At 5'11", Katie is one of the tallest players on the team, but she has the skills of a guard. She is a great shooter and is an all around player. So when I got the call from her coach that she got hurt in practice one fateful Wednesday afternoon, I knew it wasn't good. Given that my office is only a few blocks from the high school, I was there within ten minutes. I hurried into the gym to find Katie in tears with the trainer wrapping her ankle in ice. She had landed on a teammate's foot and sustained a high ankle sprain. Not good.
I tried to console my daughter, letting her know that it could be a whole lot worse. She put on a brave face and nodded concedingly. I knew that she was in for a rough couple of weeks, the worst part being not being able to play for awhile. With the help of the coach and trainer, I managed to get her out to the car. Katie refused to use the crutches, insisting on hobbling on one leg.
I thanked her coach and wrapped my arms around my daughter to help her into the passenger seat of my SUV. As I was lifting her into the front seat, I accidentally ended up with a handful of her breast. I couldn't let go without dropping her, so I hurriedly tried to get her situated. In what in real time was only a matter of seconds, in my mind it seemed like an eternity.
Once Katie was settled in, I quickly apologized to her and shut the door. I scurried around the vehicle, embarrassed by the seemingly innocent, but inappropriate groping of my daughter's tit. As I opened the driver's door it, my embarrassment was obvious as I was the one blushing.
Any hope that Katie didn't notice the inappropriate contact quickly disappeared when she saw my obvious uneasiness and said, "It's okay, Daddy, it felt good and I kinda liked it!"
I was not prepared for that and wasn't sure I actually heard her correctly. "Um, I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't........"
"Daddy, I said it was okay. It felt nice." Katie stated while smiling in my direction.
Nothing else was said during the ride home, which thankfully, was a quick five minute drive. I was careful and very aware of where I placed my hands as I helped my daughter from the vehicle and into the house. We made our way to the family room, and I helped Katie get settled on the couch.
Satisfied that she was situated, I told to keep her foot elevated and that she would have to let me know when we needed to change the icepack. I then excused myself and scurried off to the den, which doubled as my home office. I needed to collect myself and try to make sense of what had just transpired. 'Did she really say that my groping her breast felt nice..... that she liked it?'.... 'What could she have meant by that?'... 'Am I actually aroused right now?'... 'Stop it! She's your daughter you idiot!'... 'But it sure felt incredible....so supple and firm....Stop!!!'
I stayed in the den for almost an hour when I heard Debbie calling my name. I met her in the kitchen where she was waiting with a fresh icepack. It was time to change the wrap on Katie's ankle and I was the one who had to do it. I had always been the one to tend to our girls when they suffered some sort of sports related injury, and over the years there have been a few. Everything from skinned knees to jammed fingers, from sore muscles, to ankle sprains.
I made my way back to the family room and found Katie still laying stretched out on the couch, her foot and ankle still propped up on the pillow. The wrap on her ankle was coming loose as the ice had pretty much melted into a bag of water. I had Katie swing her feet around and set them on the floor. As she did, I couldn't help but notice that she was no longer wearing the compression shorts under her baggy basketball practice shorts. When I raised her foot to undo the wrap on her ankle, the fact that she wasn't wearing panties also became apparent as her nakedness was on full display. I had a clear view of her cleanly shaved womanhood through the leg opening of her shorts.
I tried to look away, but found myself drawn to the sight like a moth to a flame. I was memorized by the puffy outer lips, which were remarkably similar to her mother's. In that moment I realized that while still only eighteen, my daughter Katie was no longer a little girl. She was growing into a beautiful young woman, a very sexy young woman. That thought sent a shiver down my spine and snapped me back to the moment at hand. I glanced up at Katie hoping she hadn't noticed me gawking between her legs. My glance was met with what can only be described as a devious grin and a teasing wink.
