The modest split level home on Rondack Road in Colonie, New York had not changed in the months since Sharon Damino had gone off to college last August, and neither had the frosty relationship between her parents. It didn't take the 19 year old freshman long to figure that out when she came home for the holidays in the winter of 1971.
Sharon's parents had put on their usual fronts for her benefit, with her mother having perfected her fake smile for years, and although her father had done his best to match his wife's false fronts he wasn't any better at it now than he had been before she left.
Sharon knew her Dad was hurting even though he said nothing about it. She saw it in his eyes. He was alone and lonely even though he was married and shared a house with the woman, and Sharon knew that he missed his baby daughter.
As for Horace Damino, the 54 year old father of three children who were all out of the house and happy living their own lives, being an empty nester was agony. Why they stayed married was a mystery to him and probably his wife as well. They were a habit and nothing more.
When Sharon had told her parents she was coming home for a week in December they were both happy because it would mean a change in their dreary routine, but along with his happiness Horace also felt scared because when Sharon was around there would be temptation to return to the way things were when she had left.
Horace was determined that what had gone on before between him and his only daughter must not continue. His resolve had been strong all fall but that was easy because while Sharon was only a 6 hour drive away, it wasn't like being in the same house.
What they had done hadn't all been Horace's fault, and if truth be known Sharon had done more to create their intimate relationship than her father had. Horace had been reluctant and even though he was supposed to be the mature adult in the house, when it came to Sharon he was weak and nobody knew it like Sharon.
The first day of Sharon's visit had been enjoyable and uneventful even though the ways Sharon had changed in less than six months clearly irked her mother. Sharon's evolving and flashing her independence didn't bother her father though, but then again anything his angel did was usually fine with him.
So while the day went well, the night followed and that was what Horace had feared. Everything perverted had happened at night, and maybe that knowledge was what made him unable to sleep. After a hour of listening to his wife snore from the very far side of their bed, he crept out of the bedroom to get a drink.
Horace closed the door behind himself and tiptoed past his daughter's bedroom, pausing a bit and staring at the door. His hand even went towards the knob but he caught himself, and full of pride at his resolve he continued on to the kitchen for the glass of water that he had told himself he wanted.
Horace hadn't known Sharon would be awake as well, looking out the kitchen window behind the sink at the starlit backyard, and when he saw her he tried to turn around and go back to bed but couldn't. He found himself frozen in place by the refrigerator, looking at his sweet child who seemed unaware of his presence.
Sharon was wearing the same clothes she always wore to bed, which was only a plain white t-shirt - a wife beater than used to be his - and while the shirt was big on the girl Horace knew it looked way better on her than it had on him.
The t-shirt came down just past Sharon's rear end, barely hiding her pert butt cheeks as she leaned over the sink. His petite daughter still had nice legs, like they rest of her not overly shapely but perfect in his eyes.
Her frizzy dark brown hair now came down to her bony shoulders, making her look even more like the folksinger Janis Ian whose song 'Society's Child' was the first song Sharon had learned on the guitar they had bought her for Christmas years ago.
That wouldn't be a compliment to most girls since the singer was far from a raving beauty in any conventional way, but if somebody told her of the resemblance Horace didn't think his daughter would take offense since Sharon had never been one to go out of her way to be anybody's idea of a beauty queen and that certainly hadn't changed since she went off to college.
He had taken her right at that very place, with Sharon suggesting it and bending over the sink so he could take her from behind. Horace didn't have to do it. He could have just said no and walked away but he didn't, savagely taking her like a dog while his wife's sleeping pill provided them privacy of sorts.
"Hi Daddy," Sharon said, waking Horace out of his trance as his daughter turned around and leaned back against the sink, smiling at her father's shock when he learned she was aware of his presence. "Saw your reflection in the window."
"I just came out for a drink of water," Horace said although he made no move towards the sink his daughter was blocking.
"There's water in the bathroom too," Sharon reminded him as a way of telling her father she knew why he came out to the kitchen. "But I'm glad you came out here. I couldn't sleep either."
Horace nodded, trying his best to keep eye contact with Sharon because there was danger if his eyes strayed lower, but judging by his daughter's smirk he must have failed because she then said, "They got a little bigger. Not a lot bigger, but..."
"I - you look wonderful," Horace replied after deciding not to bother denying he hadn't been looking at Sharon's breasts which were unsupported under the tank top.
Sharon did look a bit bustier than she had been last summer, although she was still a small breasted woman especially compared to her Mom who she resembled somewhat facially at least. What might have contributed to Sharon appearing fuller in the bust might have been partly due to the fact that Sharon didn't seem to be wearing bras anymore and gravity was taking charge, something that had been obvious even in the shapeless top she had worn home.
"Mom didn't dig the new bra-less Sharon, did she?" his daughter suggested knowingly, and after Horace gave her a shrug that indicated that as usual she was perceptive about her mother she added, "I noticed you didn't seem offended by my titties hanging free though Dad."
"Peace and love," Horace grinned while flashing her a peace sign, mimicking what Sharon used to do a lot. "Doesn't matter. You know me."
"I do know you Daddy," Sharon grinned as she leaned further back, causing the large nipples on her puffy plump auroelas to become even more prominent, and as she put her hands up on the kitchen counter at her sides her father noticed something else.
"Wait until she sees that. I know that's new for you as well," Horace offered, nodding towards the thick tufts of dark brown hair that now resided under Sharon's slender arms, a new feature that she seemed eager to show her Dad.
"Oh. My armpits?" Sharon said as she feigned surprise, and as she lifted her arm and peeked at the growth she asked. "My roommate at the dorm doesn't shave and I thought she looked cool so I thought I'd try it. A lot of girls on campus don't shave. What do you think? Can you handle having a hippie for a daughter"
"Fine by me once I get used to it but I think your mother will freak," Horace advised as he looked at Sharon's armpits which might have been as hairy as his own.
"It will be our little secret Dad," Sharon winked. "I'll wear stuff with sleeves while I'm here.
"I'll miss that little humming sound though," Horace said, referring to the sound his daughter's Lady Schick electric razor made when he would pass her bedroom and she would be running the pink device under her arms fastidiously every day, something that seemed to have stopped after she got to college by the looks of it.
"I used to like it when you would stand there and hum along like you were harmonizing with it," Sharon recalled. "I think you might have liked watching me shave a little too."
"I - uh..."
"That's okay Daddy. I liked having you watch,"" Sharon interrupted. "Blushing again Dad. You're so cute."
"So school is good," Horace said in an effort to change the subject. 'You still getting along with your roommate? What was her name? Lynn?"
"Yep, that's her name, and we're getting along all right," Sharon said as she restrained a giggle before continuing. "We get along very very very very good, if you know what I mean."
"Oh. I..."
"I don't think Mom would understand that either," Sharon explained. "I knew I could tell you and not get lectured. You okay with it?"
"Sure, I mean it's safer than you being with a guy," Horace replied, the thought of his daughter with another girl sending shivers down his spine.
"Oh, there'a guy too," Sharon said. "Was a guy I should say because we split, so you aren't the only one anymore."
"Good," Horace replied with a sigh of relief.
"He made me appreciate what I had with you," Sharon responded while thrusting her chest out, making the t-shirt ride up a bit further on her slender thighs, and when she nodded towards her parents bedroom she added, "What Mom's thinking of shutting you off I have no clue."
"So honey, you should have brought your roommate home with you," Horace suggested.
"I don't think Mom would be ready for Lynn. She's kind of butch," Sharon explained. "She's not fat but she's built like a bodybuilder. Short red hair like a brush cut, and she's got tits as big as Mom's."
"Sharon..." Horace sighed as she watched his daughter stick her hands out in front of her to emphasize her girlfriend's bust size.
"And Lynn's really hairy down here too," Sharon continued in ignoring her father's attempt to divert the discussion, and as Sharon lifted her t-shirt up to her belly button she elaborated.
"Lynn has this trail of hair starting right about here," Sharon said as she pointed to a space under her belly button before gesturing down towards her bushy triangle. "And then it spreads way out even onto the insides of her thighs. Bright red too. I thought I had a hairy pussy until I saw hers."
"Honey please."
"I thought you wanted a drink," Sharon said as she stepped a little away from the sink. "I won't bite you."
Horace moved over to the sink and turned on the tap, and as he waited a second for the flow to get cold he shivered when he felt his daughter's hand on his shoulder as she looked up at the man who had been her hero and her lover.
