How It Started 21

This is my very first submission, so please be gentle . . . constructive criticism is always welcome.

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To be honest I can't really point at a moment in time that one could say that's it, that's when it started because she was always a "daddy's girl", which infuriated her mother something chronic.

When she was 16 her mother, my wife, was killed in a RTC, that was 22 years ago, and she more or less took over some of the household chores, although I did most of the cooking, the laundry and ironing, whilst she would hit the floor with the vacuum cleaner and dust.

Her brother, my son, took over in the garden, he was 17 at the time, and must say that it was a wonderful move, because now he runs his own gardening/nursery business and has made a nice little fortune out of it, I don't know many 39 year old chap with a four bedroom detached house and no mortgage.

Digressing . . . however, when my daughter passed her GCSEs she decide that she would go to Uni and become a Vet, which after 4 years of hard slog she managed to get her degree in.

One thing that one must bear in mind is that we are a naturist family, so weather permitting our household is "clothing optional".

It was only after her graduation that things progressed, more often than not I found myself looking at my daughter under a different light, she was not a little girl anymore, in fact she was very attractive and as sexy as fuck, and she must have noticed because whenever she was around and we were all in the nude I had a constant half erection.

To celebrate her graduation and the opening of my son's nursery I took them both for a week to Koversada, a naturist resort on the Dalmatian coast.

We were staying at a very nice hotel, I rented an apartment style suite with three bedrooms, all with kingsize beds in them, there was a living room space and a wide balcony facing the sea.

My son brought with him his girlfriend, who is now his wife, but my daughter and I had no partners.

After a couple of days, we all went to a nice restaurant in Dubrovnik, and from there to a discotheque, where we stayed until 2 or 3 in the morning.

We would have stayed longer, except for a couple of local yobs who were desperately trying to ruin a good night for most of the revelers.

I went at the bar to get drinks and on my return to the table I notice my son being confronted by three men, I found out later that, my son having left the girls to go to the toilet, two of them asked my son's girlfriend and my daughter for a dance, which they politely refused, but the guys would not take no for an answer, and the situation turned ugly when my son returned to the table, he is 6'2" and weighs 16st without an ounce of fat on him, and when one works with pick and shovels one develops some nice strong muscles.

Anyhow, as I got nearer to the "situation", I put the drinks that I was carrying on the table next to ours and approaching the three hoodlums form behind I inquired with my son what was the problem.

Although I am older I am more or less built like my son, I have the advantage of having spent most of my adult life in the military and been in some really tricky situations myself, where brawn and brain have to work together.

The guy who was behaving in the most hostile manner turned around and in bad English told me not to interfere "old man", I told him that the girls who they were trying to have a dance and whatnot afterwards were our women and it was very unwise on their side to pursue such a course of action that would eventually see someone get hurt.

The git told me that he was not afraid of me, so I decked him, with one single tooth-braking punch in the mouth, I then grabbed one of his mates and gave him a Glasgow kiss while my son had just ruined the chances of the third guy of ever becoming a father.

But being in unfriendly territory we decided that a very hasty evacuation was in order, and jumped in a taxi which was parked just outside the club.

When we got back to our digs my son and his girlfriend went to the dance hall in the hotel, but my daughter and I went to the apartment.

I took a bottle of Malvasia out of the hospitality fridge, corked it and took it on the balcony with two glasses and set them on the small table that was in a corner.

My daughter came out, she wasn't wearing a stitch, nothing unusual, except that I could see that her nipples were well erect and her vulva was somewhat swollen.

Instead of sitting in the chair next to me she came and sat on my lap, she put an arm around my neck, gave a peck on the lips and asked me why I did tell those cretins at the disco that we (the girls) were your women.

I said that it made me feel good to think that those boys at the disco thought that an "old man" like me would have a hot chick like my daughter as a partner, at this point she asked me if I really thought of her as being hot, to which I said that she should never go any closer that 6 feet to flammable material, we both laughed and then she looked me straight in the eye and told me that since mum died she had fallen in love with me, that she noticed that I still had no one to go out with, and that if it didn't scare me too much she wanted to be my mate.

I was speechless, mainly because secretly, for the past 4 or 5 years, I was fantasizing about making love to her, but always shaking my head thinking not to be a pervert, but now she was offering.

I kissed on the lips and then we started making out on the balcony, she was so wet that I felt her dampness through the leg of my jeans, which were getting somewhat uncomfortable because of my hard-on.

We made love all night and most of the following day, but what surprised me most was when my son and I were having a drink by the pool the following afternoon told me that his sister had confided in him that she wanted to be my woman, and that he told her to go for it, but with caution, and that he was OK with the idea that father and daughter were having a sexual relationship. He concluded that we were both adults and that he knew I did not use any type of parental coercion to get in my daughter's knickers, but it was her who wanted to be pleasured by me.