If you are reading this expecting a conventional incest story you will be disappointed. If you are hoping for a long bout of sex, same again. This perhaps over long story is about how one man comes to review the relationship he has with his daughter and the questions her actions create within him. So it is a relationship story with some sex.
For those of you with the patience to read this piece I hope you enjoy reading the second story about Harvey, the seaside artist and his continuing attempts to rebuild his sex life. I welcome comment, but please be open and don't hide behind anonymous.
Harvey had been surprised when his daughter telephoned on the Thursday night to stay for the weekend.
'The double bed is ready for you and Philip, I'll collect you at the usual time 6.30.'
'Dad, can I come in the morning, Phil is working and won't be down till Saturday? We can have dressed Crab for lunch in that nice pub just down from the station. My train should arrive around 11.00, time to quickly drop off my things and then the PUB!'
'Well this is a pleasant surprise, I can organise a Chilli for supper.'
'Can we talk about that over lunch? I have something I want to run by you first.'
'Can't we talk now?'
'No dad. Tomorrow in the pub. It is nothing to worry about, I just want to talk face to face.'
The worst thing anyone can say to you is not to worry, especially when you are a father. Harvey went through a whole series of scenarios, from money problems to pregnancy. Hayley was a sensible girl, but even sensible girls can slip in a long term relationship. Harvey sat with a coffee, then a Brandy going through the full gamut of possibilities. He obviously could not resolve it that night. It did not sound like she was upset or ill. So it could not be that bad. Maybe there was something wrong with her mother, Harvey's former wife. He still loved her and had concern for her, even though she did leave him. It doesn't stop you having concerns for the mother of your two beautiful children.
Harvey was awake early. The brandy had not been a good sedative, his system needed delicate treatment, so he sat with a pot of tea, looking from his artist studio in the loft of his house out across the bay. Over the years many had derided the English coast but it was here that Harvey felt at home, here he drew the inspiration for his work. On a summer day like this there was nowhere in the world anyone could wish to be. He looked at the canvas that was his work in progress. He considered putting in a couple of hours, then decided against it. He did not want to be late for Hayley. He sat for another hour, the tea having the desired calming effect on the hammer inside of his head. He made toast, and more tea, then walked around the house making sure everything was ready for the arrival of his daughter.
Harvey was relieved to be greeted by the happy smiling face of his daughter as she ran from the ticket gate to meet him. It was hard to believe this beautiful young woman of 23 was his little girl. Dressed in jeans, pink vee neck tee shirt, with a little denim jacket looped into the handle of her carry all. Her bare arms were tanned with little wisps of blond hair. Her hazel eyes and dark hair reminded Harvey so much of his former wife at that age. The young woman kissed her father lightly on the lips and looped her arm into his resisting his invitation to carry her bag.
'It's okay Dad I am a big girl now.'
'So I noticed and half the men on this platform too.'
Hayley had an ample 36C Bosom, which filled her low vee coat top, made more revealing by the platform bra, which shaped her cleavage into a tantalising deep valley.
'It saves buying a rail ticket, and it does guarantee us a good service at the pub. That young South African couldn't keep his eyes off my tits last time we were there.'
'Hayley I do wish.....'
'Don't, Dad! Anyone told you, you look terrible this morning?'
'No they haven't. and I rather hoped you would not point it out either. I didn't sleep too well last night. A certain young lady was rather vague about her reasoning behind this father and daughter get together.'
Hayley leant her head against her father's shoulder.
'Dad you can be such a silly old thing some time. I just have something I want to run past you. That is all. Don't worry, I am not pregnant, I am not getting married, and Phil and I are very happy.'
'How's your mother?'
Harvey said placing Hayley's weekend bag into the boot of his car.
'Fine. Just fine, in perfect health, currently enjoying a few days on the Amalfi coast.'
'I'm jealous.'
'Don't be here is much better and you have me for company. What more could a father ask for?'
'Nothing.' Conceded Harvey. 'Nothing at all.'
Harvey drove back to his home, still gently questioning about this unexpected desire to meet and chat. Hayley dodged his questioning, running up to her room, she changed from her jeans into a pair of yellow shorts, open toed sandals, and a yellow and white halter top, with integral bra cups. Her flat tanned midriff caused a few turned heads as she and her father walked along the promenade to Victorian fronted public house. Hayley chose the outside table and whilst Harvey sheltered under the shade of the sun umbrella Hayley sat back sunglasses perched on her head soaking up the warmth of the day.
'Got to work on my tan don't want too many pale patches.'
'You know it is unhealthy, skin cancer is the fastest growing disease in the young.'
'Only if you over do it, go mad like that couple earlier walking around pink and blistered. When did you get so old? You know I defended you the other day with mum she said you were boring and old. I said no.'
'Good for you.' Said Harvey lifting his beer glass.