Things seemed pretty normal the next morning, at least at first. While Kate busied herself fixing scrambled eggs for the three of us, Eve, still wearing the faded old rock concert t-shirt that she typically slept in, dutifully set the table, brought out the orange juice and poured three cups of coffee. Then she sat at the kitchen table a couple of feet away from me and started talking.
Despite myself, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her bra-less tits and bare legs were as she sat down, and I wondered to myself whether she was wearing panties under that old t-shirt.
"Mom, Danny, I've been wanting to talk to you for awhile. I wanted to thank you for taking me in after Dad... uh... passed away. I know I'm 18 now and you could have insisted that I go off on my own. It's been really tough for me since he died."
"Don't be silly, Eve," said Kate, looking up from her skillet. "We're family. There was never any question of your coming to live with us. And I miss your dad, too. The fact that we got divorced several years ago doesn't change the fact that I liked him. His death was a great loss to all of us. I'm glad that we have each other."
"Thanks, Mom. And Danny, now that Dad's gone, I feel like you're the most important male in my life. I don't want you ever to replace him for me, but I feel like... I don't know... you're almost like a father to me now."
"What a sweet thing to say," said Kate.
"Danny, do you mind if... from now on... I mean, I don't want to call you 'Dad', because that was what I called my real dad. And I don't want to call you 'Father', 'cause that's kind of stiff and formal. Is it okay if I call you 'Daddy' from now on?"
"Oh, Darling," said Kate. "What a lovely thing to ask."
Eve got up from her chair and approached me. She sat in my lap with both her legs on one side of me and put one arm around my shoulder, resting her head in the crook of my neck. Her legs were hanging freely above the ground, and she swung them back and forth in the air as if she were a little girl. "I love you, Daddy," she said softly.
Kate, still standing at the stove and holding the frying pan full of scrambled eggs in one hand, looked on the scene of Evie hugging me. She smiled approvingly. "We're a real family," she said, wiping back a tear with the back of her sleeve.
I confess that I was having a slightly different reaction. Having Evie sit on my lap was giving me a hard on. I put my hand on her bare thigh. "I love you too, Eva," I said softly, calling her by the name of the girl in the video. I stroked my fingertips along the soft skin on the sensitive inside of her thigh.
Eve wiggled her bottom slightly on my crotch, just enough so that her mother wouldn't notice. "I love my Daddy!" she whispered in my ear. She licked and nibbled on my earlobe, sending an electric jolt all the way down to my toes.
My hard on throbbed against her lovely young ass. My hand moved slightly higher on her inner thigh, just a couple of inches below her pussy. I had an urge to pull her off my lap, bend her over the kitchen table and fuck the shit out of her, right there in front of my wife.
Kate smiled benignly at us, touched by the Daddy-daughter bonding.
That night, Evie and I watched the second instructional video. Naturally, part of me wanted to skip to the fucking, because I was pretty much dead certain that was where this would all end up. But Evie clearly loved these weird "instructional" videos, and who was I to argue? I had to admit that following the Simon Says directions of the female narrator was the most erotic experience I'd ever had.
This time I skipped making popcorn, and instead of giving her a soft drink, I poured Eve and me two glasses of chilled white wine.
Evie sat beside me on the couch while I found the website and pulled up the video. Rather than lounge against the cushions, she sat up straight and eager. When I caught her eye, she grinned at me in anticipation. "I'm learning so much!" she said, crinkling her nose in laughter. She took a sip of wine and started giggling. "Hee hee hee!"
That giggle alone was enough to give me a hard on.
We both raised our glasses to one another in a silent toast. Evie was grinning from ear to ear, and I think I probably looked the same. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode. My grin got wider.
The video started.
The screen flashed the logo "Dating 102: Asking For What You Want". Then it cut to the scene of pliable, obedient little Russian Eva and her older male friend sitting on the couch, just as Evie and I were doing. The TV screen was so large it was as if they were sitting front of us. The sexy female narrator voice said, "Dating can be so much fun! But girls need to watch out for pitfalls."
There followed a few minutes of reviews of How To Say No. How to refuse a guy who wanted to kiss you. How to say No to a guy who tried to put his hand on a girl's thigh. Evie and I dutifully followed the roleplay scenarios and parroted the words the female narrator instructed us to say.
Then the narration shifted again. "But remember!" said the female voice. "Girls can assert themselves positively, too! Let's review how you can say YES!"
"Wanna make out?" asked the older man.
"Yes!" said Eva. They started kissing. Evie and I followed their lead.
"Wanna kiss me?"
"Yes!" said Eva. We kissed some more.
Then the narrator spoke again. In her soft, breathy, excited voice she said, "Girls can be assertive, too! Ask for what you want! Let's listen to Eva as she asserts herself."
"Do you vant to see my teets?" asked Eva.
"Yes, Eva, show me your tits," said the man.
"Now it's your turn," said the narrator. Her voice became even softer, as if she were whispering secrets to us. "Ask your boyfriend if he wants to see your beautiful young tits!"
Evie complied. "Do you want to see my beautiful young tits, Daddy?" she asked. She was shivering and grinning in anticipation.
I took a sip of wine and raised my fingers to her face, stroking her young cheek. "Yes, Eva," I commanded her. "Show me your tits."
The two hot girls, Eva and Eve, one on the screen and the other on my couch, simultaneously lifted up their blouses and put their delicious young tits on display for me.
"Good girl," I said.
"It's good to be assertive," said the sexy narrator. "Young girls shouldn't be afraid to ask for what they want. Don't you want to show your tits to your boyfriend? Don't you want to cup your tits with your hands and show him what you're giving him?"
On the screen, Eva cupped her breasts from below and presented her lovely tits to her partner. "Look at my tits," she said. She bounced them up and down enticingly. "Look at my big tits."
Evie copied the girl on the screen. Cupping her tits with both hands, she massaged and bounced them in front of my eager view. "Look at my tits, Daddy. Look at my big, soft tits. I love it when you stare at my tits. Do you like big tits?"
"I love your big tits, Evie."
"Call me Eva, Daddy. Tonight I'm Eva."
"I love your big, luscious tits, Eva," I told her. "I love looking at them every day."
"They're bigger than my mom's, aren't they?" she said with an evil grin.
"Yeah, baby, your tits are much bigger than your mom's. Daddy loves your big tits."
Evie bounced her tits up and down, up and down as she said, "I want you to look at them. I want you to look at my tits every day. I want you to love my tits."
"Ask your partner," instructed the narrator. "whether grown men like to play with young girls' tits."
"Do you like to play with young tits?" asked Evie.
I felt thirsty. I licked my lips.
"Tell your boyfriend you want him to touch your tits!"
"Touch my tits, Daddy."
Within seconds, the man on the video and I were both reaching out and caressing Eva's and Eve's soft young tits. Eve stared down at my hands and smiled dreamily, then her eyes wandered back to the screen.
"You're an empowered young woman," the narrator told us. "You have a right to ask for what you want. Tell your boyfriend you want him to lick your tits. Say it! Say 'Lick me!'"
"Lick me, Daddy! Lick me!"
"Grab your boyfriend by the back of his head! Force him to suck your tits!"
"Yes, Daddy! Suck me!" Eve held my head to her breast and I began suckling her nipples. She started shivering all over in an orgasm.
It was incredible. I'd never seen a woman orgasm just from having her breasts touched. I reached my arms around my virgin stepdaughter and pulled her toward me. I leaned back onto the couch so that now she was straddling me, her breasts in my face. I kept suckling her delicious tits. Eve began bucking uncontrollably, lost in the sensations of her breast-induced orgasm.
"Oh, Daddy! Make me cum Daddy!"
The shaking went on for several seconds. When she finally stopped spasming, she began giggling uncontrollably. "Yeah, Daddy! Give me what you give my mom! Hee hee hee!"
As her gasps died down, she turned her head and looked back at the screen. Her twin on the TV had moved to a new position. Little Russian Eva was sitting on her partner's lap, but instead of facing toward him like Evie was facing me, she was facing toward the camera, reverse cowgirl style. She was still wearing a skirt, but her blouse was open, showing her luscious pale tits. Her legs were wide open, straddling her man. "Play with my tits," she ordered her partner.
Eve copied the video. She turned around facing the TV and sat back down on my lap. She stared into Video Eva's eyes as both Evas cupped their tits and massaged them for the other to see.
"Isn't dating fun?" said the blonde Eva on the screen. She kept bouncing her tits up and down in her hands as she continued, "Join us again for Dating 103: Teaching Your Boyfriend to Please You." Male hands snaked around from behind her and started playing with her tits. Eva took her hands off her own breasts and brought the fingertips of both hands to her lips. She blew double kisses to the camera. Then, with a wide smile on her face, she held both hands up flashing "V for Victory" signs to the camera. She continued flashing the "V" hand signals as she bounced up and down on her man's lap, her big bare tits jiggling. She smiled giddily at the camera, laughing and gasping with orgasmic pleasure. "Bye bye for now!"
The video ended.
