I looked into the mirror as I brushed my hair. Deep behind the soft, brown eyes was another person with building needs. A person about to embark on a life-changing adventure of incest, sex and, unknown at the time, a love.
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It had rained most of the month of April, just as it always seems to do that time of the year in south-central Michigan. The pitter-patter of the steadily falling rain reminded of the my earlier days when I was so much younger than this older woman of twenty-one. Taking a deep breath, I returned to brushing my long, brown hair, happy that it was now the week-end and that my father wouldn't be outside working on some silly piece of farm stuff.
Walking out into the dark kitchen, I found my father sitting at the table sipping on another of far too many cups of coffee. As usual, the only light on was a tiny nightlight offering him the solitude he loved so much. Here, in this dark solitude, I knew he enjoyed be naked as often as he could be. Several times I had peeked from the door of my loft bedroom, spying on him when he was nude, him thinking I was fast asleep.
I smiled to him as I made my way to the cupboard for my own cup, fully aware that his eyes was taking in my body as I moved through the dim light. Far to the southwest, lightning brought an unearthly flash in though the windows. My eyes readjusted to the dark, then glanced at the clock on the stove as I let my cup fill with hot water. A little past nine in the evening.
"You look nice," my father offered as I turned around to witness both his words and the rumble of distant thunder.
"Thank you," I replied, knowing that the skimpy, red nightie showed off more than it hid.
"So what are you're not going out tonight?" He questioned as another flash entered the dark room.
"Nah, would rather keep you company, that is, if you don't mind.""
"Hope I don't bore ya. About all I plan on doing is make out a grocery list."
"I hope I don't bore you too much either," I offered, catching a glimpse of a grin curling up the right corner of his mouth.
"You won't," he chuckled back. Wantta go shopping with me in the morning?"
"Okay. Wantta have a big dinner tomorrow? You know, just you and me."
"Sure, sounds like fun. We can both help and. . . "
"And what?"
"I love you. Do you know that?"
His eyes took me in, stopping at the cleavage that I had arranged for his eyes. A flash of lightning danced over then, his eyes got big with the realization that about the only part of my boobs he couldn't see were my nipples. He looked into my eyes. "I love you too, Babe," he said, his eyes looking deeper into mine for a brief instant before turning to look out the window.
He was interested in more than looking. I could feel it in his stare. Maybe the fact that since my mother left us Dad had not ben with another woman was a part of it. Never-the-less, he had not balked at the skimpy nightgown nor the amount of titty I had shown him.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, letting the bottom of the short gown slide up so he could see enough of the hot, red thong to grab his attention
"Are you okay? I mean, you are acting pretty odd."
"In what way, Daddy?"
"Not like you'd think a daughter would act," he replied with a chuckle as his eyes took in my scantily clad crotch.
"I juts want you to be happy." I replied with my most teasing voice as, far in the distance, thunder rumbled.
"I think it's more like horny. My God, you sure show off enough."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you." I said meekly, putting my legs together.
"Oh, it's no problem," He replied, looking into my eyes as a flash of lightening lit up the room. "I was wondering what you looked like. Guess I know now."
"You're such a naughty daddy," I laughed back, opening my legs again. "Wonder who will chicken out first."
"You sure have grown a lot since I seen you like this," he said, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
"I remember it. You use to give me back rubs and like that. Remember?"
"How could I ever forget? Your mother pitched a bitch every time."
"Well, I don't care, I liked them."
It was silent for a few minutes as the storm gathered all around us. I could see Dad's eyes take in my crotch from time to time as the ember on the end of his Viceroy cigarette seemed to glow angrily.
"What you thinking?" I asked finally.
"Oh, nothing much," he replied, looking from me to the window. "Guess I'm not much company tonight."
His voice was different. I was getting to him.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, babe."
"I don't think you've been out with a woman since mom. Why is that? Are you. . . Ahh, are you not into women anymore?"
"No, honey, I'm not gay, if that's what you're wondering. Just been so hard keeping this farm going and all."
"Come on," I said taking his hand, "let's go in the front room and sit."
When I had guided dad to the love seat and sat him down, I quickly lit a candle on the fake fireplace before returning to my father. I sat down right beside him, letting my naked right thigh pay against his pant-covered left leg. "Isn't that better now?"
