Confused and Conflicted

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.

I forced myself to focus on the task at hand and quickly and efficiently changed the icepack and rewrapped her ankle. As I stood up I was hoping to make a quick exit without the bulge in my slacks being discovered. I managed two steps towards the hallway before Katie spoke.

"Daddy, will you rub my leg? My calf is really sore." she pleaded.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. Any thoughts of an inconspicuous escape evaporated as I did. I have always had a hard time saying no to my girls, leaving Debbie to play the bad parent most of the time. As I looked sheepishly at my wounded daughter, I saw the pouty expression of a child that knows she's gonna get her way. I also noticed her eyes quickly traveling to my tented trousers and I swear she licked her lips as she realized my condition. 'What the hell......' I thought to myself. 'I'm only human!...it is what it is.'

I eventually shuffled across the floor and took a seat at the end of the couch. Katie shifted and swung her legs around resting her feet in my lap. I tentatively took her injured leg in my hand and began to slide my fingers up and around her calf. As I mentioned earlier, Katie is 5'11", which means her legs are long and lean. Naturally, she has a well-toned and athletic body, her muscles are supple yet firm.

I massaged her leg, applying enough pressure to be effective, while gentle enough to be soothing. Soon I heard purring sounds coming from my daughter, encouraging me to continue. As I moved up and down her leg, massaging from the calf to her thigh, Katie slowly and subtly began to open her legs, giving me easier access to her inner thigh. At the same time she began to make a small circular motion with her other foot, ostensibly rubbing my crotch. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. This couldn't really be happening. I continued massaging Katie's thigh, trying with all my power to not cross the line that was quickly fading.

I couldn't take much more, and I knew I was quickly approaching the point of no return. Suddenly, I pushed Katie's legs off my lap and tried to extricate myself from this unbearable situation I now found myself in. Sensing my escape, Katie sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.

"Please, Daddy, don't stop." she pleaded. "Let me do this for you. "

"Baby, we can't..... I can't!" I managed to utter.

"I want to, Daddy. You're always doing things for us..... this is my way of doing something for you...... PLEASE!?!" she said, the raw emotion obvious in her voice.

I stayed seated and shrugged, once again feeling powerless against my daughter's will. I closed my eyes and nodded, not really sure what I was consenting to. Before I could come to my senses and change my mind, I felt my daughter place her hands in my lap and begin to caress my cock. She began to rub small circles using the palm of her right hand. I immediately started to get hard and she sighed outloud feeling it grow under her touch. Next thing I know is she is taking hold of my wrist with her left hand and guiding me between her legs. She pulled the baggy leg of her shorts up, exposing her naked slit to my fingers. When I looked to her for permission, she just nodded wantonly, her eyes pleading me to touch her.

I slowly proceeded to slide my hand over her mound, which was enflamed with arousal. At the same time she was gripping my cock through my pants. Katie proceeded to to stroke and caress my erection, making me wonder where she learned how.

My hand began to explore the wetness beneath it. I ran my forefinger along her slit, exploring the tender flesh of her outer lips. When I slipped my finger into the opening, Katie shuddered and gasped. Her wetness was obvious and extreme, something that excited me tremendously. I began to slowly penetrate her, and she began rolling her hips to encourage me to continue. I then inserted a second finger and started to rhythmically fuck in and out of my daughter's pussy.

This caused Katie to ramp up the handjob she was giving me, increasing the tempo and pressure on my engorged cock. I am not ashamed to say, given the moment and the situation, I didn't last very long. In fact, I exploded in one of the most intense orgasms of my life within 30 seconds of feeling her hand wrapped around me. My pants were soiled and cum stained, as stream after stream erupted from my prick.

Katie looked on, almost as if she was admiring her handy work, no pun intended. Me, on the other hand, suddenly was shocked back into the reality of the moment. I was striken with a sudden and overwhelming guilt that was pushing me towards a full-blown panic attack. I immediately jumped up off the couch almost knocking Katie to floor. I ran from the room, hurrying to the den to escape the mess I put myself in. In my haste I didn't notice Debbie standing in the hallway leading to the family room from the kitchen. She had seen it all, something I would learn at a later date.

The guilt that I felt following the ill-advised and depraved act with my youngest daughter was overwhelming. I did everything I could to avoid Katie for the next few days, which was difficult given her ankle injury and the need to tend to it for the day and a half that followed the injury. There was an awkwardness between us that had never been there before. Katie was already emotional, dealing with the fact that she was missing Friday nights game. My uneasiness around her wasn't doing either of us any good. Be that as it may, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made the worst mistake of my life.

"I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but for God sake, get over it." my wife said, admonishing me. "Your daughter needs you to be there right now!"

I know that Debbie was right. But what my wife didn't know was why I was acting so aloof. At least I didn't think she knew. I did my best to "be there" for Katie over the weekend. That included another leg massage, which was absent of anything inappropriate.

Days went by, and things were settling back into a semblance of normalcy. Katie's ankle was improving to the point where she could walk, albeit gingerly. I was able to be around her without feeling ashamed of what I had allowed to happen. Even Debbie had noticed that things were getting back to normal.

It had been almost two weeks since Katie had sprained her ankle and she was getting close to returning to basketball practice. She spent the time after school in the gym working on shooting drills. This, combined with the lack of physical activity over the past couple of weeks, caused unusual soreness in the teen girl's body. I wasn't totally surprised when she came to me later in the evening requesting a backrub. I was, however, not expecting what actually happened.

After asking me for the backrub Katie said she needed to "get ready first". She disappeared upstairs and I retreated to the den to get some work done. I can't really say how much time passed, but it was more than a little while before Katie tapped on the door to the den. The door slowly opened and I barely recognized the figure who stood before me. This wasn't my teenage daughter, this was a beautiful, mature woman. A sexy, sensual woman who took my breath away. A tall, blonde, athletic figure adorned in a gorgeous and quite revealing satin nightie that displayed more of her luscious body than it covered.

The dark green lingerie was a two piece set. The top was held up by thin spaghetti straps and hung softly, clinging to her body in all the right places. It's length barely covering her toned midriff. Her small, perky breasts were prominently displayed, her stiffening nipples threatening to poke through the silky fabric. The matching shorts were loose fitting, flared legged that highlighted her long slender thighs.

Sitting at my desk I sat there mesmerized by the vision standing across the room. I attempted to speak but no words came out. The result being me sitting there open-mouthed gawking helplessly.

"I'm ready for my backrub, Daddy." she said, posing seductively in the doorway.

Before I could respond, as if I could, Katie stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She made her way to the chair positioned in front of the desk and seemed to pour herself into it.

"Will you do my shoulders first, Daddy?"

I sat there motionless, the internal struggle in overdrive. I was overwhelmed by the conflict racing through my mind in that moment of time. I was confused...'why is this happening?... why is Katie doing this to me?... I can't do this... I can't say no to her!... No one will know..... Debbie said that I need to be there for Katie...... No! that wasn't what she meant... was it?'

I don't remember how I got there but, I now found myself standing behind the chair running my fingers over the smooth skin of my daughter. The straps of her top were off her shoulders giving me unfettered access to her bare skin. I massaged her as I had done countless times before. But this wasn't like any of those times. This was just the warm-up. I knew it. Katie knew it. As I ran my fingers through her hair, I heard Katie sigh. She was totally into the slow seduction and I knew that there was no turning back.

I continued to massage her shoulders, gradually moving forward so my fingers were rubbing her upper chest. Katie's breathing quickened and she leaned her head back further exposing her chest to me. My primal instincts were now in charge and what happened next was beyond my control. I slipped my hands under the satin fabric and caressed my daughter's breasts. I rubbed my palms in small circles feeling her nipples harden even more beneath them. Katie moaned audibly, and squirmed in the chair. She thrust her chest forward, encouraging me to continue.

I was on autopilot at this point, not really sure what or why I was doing. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, which elicited another moan. Katie reached up and pulled her top down completely exposing her breasts. I took my hands away to admire the perfect form of the twin orbs. The first thing I noticed was the size of the nipples. Fully erect and stiff, they were almost an inch in length, shaped like gumdrops. Protruding from small but symmetrical mounds as if the two halves of an orange had been mounted to her chest.

I hurried around to the front of the chair and dropped to my knees. I parted my daughter's knees and moved between her legs. Leaning forward I kissed her neck and shoulders while fondling both breasts. I pinched and pulled her nipples, amazed at how they responded. I kissed my way down her chest, movie inch by inch to my ultimate target. Arriving at the nipple on her right breast, I licked all around it before wrapping my lips around it. Another moan escaped Katie's mouth, this one louder and from her throat. I twisted the left nipple between my finger and thumb and nibbled on the right. I soon learned that the rougher I was with them, the greater the reaction from Katie. I began biting on her nipple, now alternating from one to the other.

"Oh God, just like that, Daddy..... that feels so good!!!" she moaned. "Harder, Daddy, bite them harder!"

I became almost obsessed with my daughter's tits. There was no way for me to know this, but her reaction to me was mind-blowing. As I continued my assault on her tits, Katie reached between her legs and furiously began rubbing herself. Again, my primal instinct kicked in, and I quickly replaced her hand with my own. Here I was, sucking and biting on one nipple, pinching and twisting the other and rubbing my teenage daughter's crotch with the other hand. This scene played for a few intense minutes until Katie kicked things up a notch.

Sliding her hands to her waist, she slipped fingers from both hands inside the waistband of her satin shorts. Lifting up off the chair enough to allow her to, she slid her shorts down over her luscious ass to her quivering thighs. I pulled back to admire the sight before me, then reached for the shorts and pulled them the rest of the way off her legs, leaving Katie naked except for the top that was now bunched at her waist.

I've always known that my daughters were beautiful, but the image before me was breathtaking. Seeing Katie in her basketball uniform all the time could never prepare me for the vision of sexuality sitting here now. 'She is fucking gorgeous!!!!!!' I thought to myself.

I now moved forward again, picking up where I left off. Only now I found no barrier between my hand and my daughter's wet and wildly excited pussy. I was quite surprised just how wet she was, her slit glistening with her juices. The instant I felt the wetness I knew that I had to taste her. Slipping two fingers inside, they were immediately coated with the sweet nectar of my incredible daughter. I plunged them deep inside her literally scooping the juices onto my fingers. I then brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked the delicious reward, making sure to savor the taste.

'Oh my God, she's amazing!..... that's the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted!' the thought registered as soon as I withdrew my fingers from my mouth.