My story started about twenty years ago. I had just become forty-two years old and I had two daughters, in their late teens. Sofia was eighteen and Clara was nineteen. If you have read other stories about me you would know that I was known as Uncle Gary to all my nieces and nephews. But here at home I was still Daddy.
My wife had been a born-again-christian and when I tried to introduce some interesting sexual techniques into the bedroom, she had up and left me for her own conservative family. She took the girls, of course, not wanting them to be raised by a heathen. As the case may be, she was killed in a traffic accident when a church bus crossed the meridian and ran into her.
That meant the girls were sent home to their real father, me, and I raised them the best I could until they were the ages I mentioned earlier. Sofia was a freshman, and Clara was a sophomore, in community college. They were both utterly charming girls. They took after my side of the family.
They were both small, about five feet four inches. Both had ginger hair, from their Scottish kinfolk. I also knew what they looked like naked. From the time each reached eighteen I made it a habit to spy on them in their rooms. I was a carpenter, and had installed two-way mirrors in the walls of their rooms.
They thought their rooms adjoined each other, but there was actually a narrow hall-way between them. That was where I went in the darkness to spy on my girls. The entry was through a little closet we kept supplies in with a hidden door in the rear.
Each mirror was very elaborate, and I presented one as an eighteen year birthday present, first to Clara, one year later to Sofia. They were both thrilled to get them. It was the indication to them that they could start using make-up and going out with boys, much as I hated that idea.
But their mother had, at least, taught them to keep their virginity. Their mother meant until marriage, of course. So they stayed virgins through school and were still "pure" at the time I installed each mirror.
I did have my own ideas of right and wrong. That's why I didn't spy on them until they reached eighteen years of age. So Clara was the first I saw naked. And I found that I had brought forth from my loins a true beauty. Her ginger hair was long and wavy, her breasts were small but perky as hell with large nipples when they hardened. Her little pussy was unshaven, of course, in a little V shape. And her little pubes were just as ginger as her hair and tightly curly.
After the girls came home from college each day, I would spend hours watching Clara as she primped around her room. She was a good student, so she did study as necessary, but she also loved to try on clothes, especially when she had just come in from her nightly shower and dropped the towel she was wearing. She liked to try on clothes, and she liked to walk around naked. I think she was smart enough to be proud of what she had.
Not only was she proud, she enjoyed her body. Many an evening I spent jacking off as she examined her own body. She very soon discovered how good it felt to squeeze her titties, and to give the nipples little pinches. Later, she must have felt something happening down below when she played with her tits.
She started learning where to touch herself around her pussy for the best feelings. She discovered her little clit and found out how it would peek out when she rubbed it with a finger. Then, when her little pussy started leaking fluids, it surprised her, but it felt good to rub that juice around her labia. All the while my hard, six inches were being abused by my right hand.
I must have come in that hallway dozens of times, shooting my wad onto the floor. It was basically my come room.
When Clara had come to really know her body, I decided to introduce her to a man's body. That was when she turned nineteen. She had dated a few times, but I could tell, as any father should, that she was still a virgin. So before some pencil dicked prick used my baby, I decided to teach her all the tricks, so she wouldn't be surprised or forced into anything she didn't want.
Besides, I wanted some of that red haired pussy.
So, one evening while Sofia was in her room doing homework, I tapped on Clara's door. I already knew, from having just watched her, that she was naked. So she said, "wait a minute."
When she opened the door and saw me she smiled. My girls had come to love me dearly since their mother died. I had been very good to them.
"Hi, baby, we need to talk a little, okay?", I said.
"Sure Daddy"
There were no chairs in their rooms, so we went over and sat on her twin bed. She had just put on a teddy and panties. That's what she always slept in.
"Clara, baby, when you first became a teenager did your Mom talk to you about sex?"
She blushed so sweetly. "No Daddy, but we learn some of that in school, you know."
