My daughter, Charlotte, has always been my favorite. I know I'm not supposed to say that, and I do love all three of my children with all my heart, but she has always been my shining star. Her older brother, Bryan, and older sister, Haley, are on opposite coasts studying to be a lawyer and dentist, respectively. Now it's just my lovely wife, Lis, Charli, and myself in our home in Indiana.
Lis was my high school sweetheart. We both went to school at Purdue and somehow both managed to graduate, despite the fact she got pregnant our junior year. Fortunately, both our parents live nearby still, so after taking a semester off she was able to go back to school full time and now teaches calculus at our former high school. Two years after Bryan arrived, we welcomed Haley to the world. The following year, Charlotte was born.
Somehow, between making our family and working full-time tending a bar during undergrad, I managed to get accepted at the Concord Law School at Purdue. I buried my head in the books, graduated close to the top of my class, and began working for the district attorney's office, where I made a name for myself over the next ten years of my career. At a certain point, I was in a position to run for office as a prosecutor and likely win. The D.A. I worked under was retiring and encouraging me to take over for him. Despite the allure of becoming an elected official in my hometown, I chose not to pursue what had been my dream job a couple years prior. A childhood friend who attended Yale Law and worked as a defense attorney in New York was moving back to West Lafayette to start his own practice, and I decided to partner with him. That was how Schlosser & Nies started. Almost ten years later, we now rank among the top defense firms in Indiana.
We bought a lake cabin near Monticello when the kids were younger, and it's been my haven ever since. The original cozy two-bedroom cabin has since been torn down and replaced with a beautiful 5-bed 4-bath house bigger than our home in West Lafayette. The memories of our snug little escape never went anywhere, though.
One of my favorite things in the world was what our family called 'Lazy Saturday.' It came about organically. The kids were in elementary school when we bought the place, and Saturday mornings they always crawled into bed with my wife and me, trying to convince us to get up and take them out on the pontoon or jet-skis. One day, when I wanted to sleep in and relax, I invented Lazy Saturday. I told them if we all quietly rested a couple more hours I would make them the best brunch ever to take out onto the pontoon. After a successful execution, the kids started looking forward to Lazy Saturday, and we would have a five person cuddle party every time I was able to get away from work for the weekend. The tradition transferred into the new house, even though all the kids finally had their own rooms with plenty of space. As they got older, they grew less interested in cuddling with mom and dad, and one by one they stopped crawling into our bed in the morning. When Charlotte didn't show up for Lazy Saturday one morning the summer before her freshman year, it made more of an impact on me than I expected. The weekend just didn't feel the same.
The following weekend, in an attempt to spark up my mood a bit, I introduced my wife to 'Crazy Saturday.' I woke up to her sleeping like a baby, and began gently rubbing her shoulder. Careful not to wake her up, I pulled the sheet off the bed, leaving her lying there on her back in her purple cotton sleep shorts and t-shirt. I started rubbing her legs from calf to thigh. I could tell she was enjoying it, even while sleeping, by the way her breathing changed. I found myself getting a bit aroused by her quiet moans and carefully adjusted the bottom of her shorts in an attempt to check out her panties. I quickly found she wasn't wearing any. As I pulled her loose shorts to the side, her neatly trimmed mound was exposed. I had never lost my sexual desire for Lis, but I was especially horny with my surreptitious exploration. An idea formed in my horny brain, and I made my way to the den to fetch a pair of scissors.
When I got back to the room, I got completely naked, made my way to the bed, and very gently began cutting her shorts. I went from the bottom of each leg opening to the waist, leaving just a flap covering her goods. I pulled it aside and gently rubbed her slit until my finger felt a bit of moisture. I moved back on the bed and lowered my head to her gash and began licking the nub on top of her slit as it became exposed. My finger soon slid easily inside her as my tongue circled her clit. She woke up suddenly and after some brief confusion, she moaned and spread her legs apart.
"What's the occasion, babe?" she asked me as I slid a second finger inside her.
"Crazy Saturday," I said without a thought.
"Mmm. Even better than Lazy Saturday," she cooed.
I pleasured her orally until climax and felt the wetness of her orgasm on my chin. When she was in the right mood and I hit the right spots, she would sometimes squirt a bit, and this was one of those times. I crawled up between her legs as she whispered lusty commands for me to penetrate her.
"Fuck me, daddy," she said seductively.
I was slightly caught off guard. She called me daddy around the kids still sometimes, or at least in reference to me when she talked to them, but never had she done so in a sexual manner. I didn't dwell on her choice of words as I shoved my now painfully erect 7-inch cock inside her pussy. I fucked her like we were back in high school and her parents weren't home. She gasped and grunted as I took her in three different positions over the next half hour, feeling her orgasm a second time as I drove in and out of her from behind while we both were on our sides lying down.
"Get on your knees for me," I demanded in a husky voice.
"Yes, daddy," she replied as she took the position.
I fucked her doggy-style with the energy of a much younger man, the headboard rhythmically knocking against the wall. For a brief moment, I thought about how the kids must definitely hear us, but refocused on Lis's ass slapping against my thigh, and placed my thumb on her rosebud bum hole, applying just enough pressure to make her pussy clench tightly around my cock as she climaxed again. I was also at the point of no return and let myself unload inside her as her vaginal muscles enveloped my dick. I stayed inside as we both collapsed onto the bed, and as I pulled out our collective fluids soaked the sheets between us.
"Let's make this a weekly thing," she said to me with a huge smile on her face.
"Crazy Saturday," I said again, now officially giving a name to the best sex we'd had in years. "Daddy always loved Saturday."
I don't know why i said that. It just slipped out. My mind flashed to the week before, when I had asked Charlotte if she wasn't feeling well the day she didn't show up in the morning. I could hear her response.
"I'm fine, daddy. I just don't feel that lazy today," she replied with a smile, letting me know she was no longer my baby girl without using those specific words.
My wife looked at me lovingly through her sparkling eyes. Her face was flushed red, little beards of sweat on her forehead, and a big smile on her face. I crawled out of bed as she lay there, her full breasts uncovered with her dark nipples still hard and poking out nearly an inch, legs spread open. I was lost in the view for a few seconds, until she snapped me out of it.
"Does daddy need to take a picture?"
Apparently, this whole "daddy" deal was becoming a thing. I took my phone off the dresser and snapped a couple pictures of my wife as she playfully touched her nipples and posed. I still kept hearing my daughter's voice in my head, though. She was the only one of our children who still called me that, and as I zoomed in on Lis's swollen pussy and snapped another picture, she said it again.
"No more pictures, daddy. Let's go have breakfast."
And that was the beginning of our now four year old tradition of having unbelievable sex at the beach house. Occasionally, one of the kids would make a witty remark in reference to these romps, rolling their eyes as they asked if we slept well, placing extra emphasis on the word slept, and other quips similar to that. Even after four years, I still looked forward to fucking Lis until she had to muffle herself in a pillow to avoid her screams echoing through the hallways. The kids may joke or make fun of us behind our backs, but I know they know it's a good thing to have parents that still get excited about each other. I hope they all find love like what Lis and I have, and I know we have set a good example for what a relationship should be.
This summer, Bryan and Haley have been off doing their own thing and won't be out to the lake cabin until the Fourth of July. It's just been the three of us. Lis, Charli, and daddy. Charli is going to be a senior this year, and we celebrated her 18th birthday the weekend after Memorial Day. Though I'd known it since that day she stopped showing up for Lazy Saturday, it was now official that she isn't my baby girl anymore. She is a smart, funny, thoughtful, and beautiful young woman now. She was named a National Merit Scholarship finalist the end of her junior year, and she is fielding offers to go to school for free all over the country. I'm proud as hell of her.
On her 18th birthday, she, my wife, and I shared a bottle of red wine on the terrace as the sun went down. Charlotte had never been much of a drinker, and it seemed an appropriate occasion to indulge. She was always funny, but after her second glass of wine she had all three of us gasping for air with her humor. At one point she mentioned she had only laughed this much when she smoked weed. My interest was sparked by this comment, as I have always enjoyed the occasional joint. Lis never liked the stuff, but has no qualms with it either.
"Didn't know you were a stoner," I playfully joked with my daughter.
"Well, daddy, I guess you haven't paid attention to your druggie criminal daughter," she joked, bursting into laughter.
Weed is still a criminal offense in Indiana. I spend far too much of my time as a defense attorney representing clients who face unreasonable penalties for their various levels of engagement with the stuff. I smoke occasionally, and never characterized pot to my children in the same category as other drugs. Lis and I always had a reasonable approach to that sort of thing, and our kids, in turn, seemed to have a healthy relationship with substances as a result. None of them ever got into the hard stuff, and both Bryan and Haley had told us about smoking pot. Because of the law, I reminded them to be careful, but I knew they didn't need me to tell them that, as they were responsible young adults. This was the first I'd heard about Charlotte toking up though.
"A couple hits would be pretty perfect right now, actually," I thought out loud.
The wine and the summer breeze and serene lake sprawled out just a few yards from where we sat combined for a very pleasurable effect. Some pot would be quite a treat, but I never kept any around. Oh well. The night was already pretty great.
"I'll be right back," Charli said, and she took off inside the house.
When she walked back out on the patio, she was holding a colorful glass bowl pipe and a bag of weed. She walked over to me and handed her stash to me. Lis chuckled as she rubbed her hand on the top of my knee.
"Well isn't this lovely. The moment she turns 18, she's getting drunk and high. Such a good daddy you are!"
She was grinning as she said it, not actually upset or serious about the accusation she threw at me. She knew I was a good dad, and she thought it was kind of sweet that Charlotte and I were excited about sharing a bowl.
