My daughter Lisa has been having a certain 'effect' on me lately. Not in a way that I'm proud of either.
It started two years ago when she came to live with me after the divorce because I lived closer to the University she was going to attend. Later, as a college sophomore at age 19, she joined the women's volleyball team, and that's when the troubles began.
She started wearing skimpier outfits around the house, related to her sporting activities. She'd go out for a jog on weekends, wearing a white t-shirt and tight shorts, and return home, covered in sweat, with her sports bra visible. That she had such a long, slender, body didn't help either. It meant more of her skin would be showing.
Things became even worse when summer came around. After two months of lounging around the house from her vacation, she began working out vigorously to get back in shape for the upcoming season. I would usually have to come home to the sight of her athletic body sprawled across the couch from exhaustion after a workout; with her bare feet and toned legs on top of the armrest, and her long blond hair spread across the other end. Everything became casual with her.
***
One night, my daughter and I watched tv together as we sometimes would after dinner. She sat on the floor to stretch her body by leaning forward to touch her toes. She eventually moved to stretch each individual leg by bending down and grabbing her foot. Every so often she would let out a few small grunts which showed her relieved tension.
She wore a pair of shorts, which were too small for her and exposed much of her tanned thighs. She also had on a black sports bra which showed right through the thin white t-shirt. Needless to say, I was concentrating more on her than I was on the television.
"Dad, would you mind giving me a massage?" she asked in the most gingerly tone. "I'm really sore."
"Of course," I replied.
After scooting towards where I was sitting with her back towards me, she pointed behind her head and said, "It's my neck and upper back...they're killing me..."
I knew exactly what she wanted, placing both of my hands on neck and beginning to massage the area that she wanted taken care of. My hands gently squeezed around the back of her neck and my thumbs pressed against her upper back. Her skin felt incredibly soft.
Moans had started to escape her lips. They were soft at first, but became louder every time I squeezed so I started squeezing harder so I could hear her more. I knew it was wrong to do something like this to my own daughter, but I couldn't help it. I was even starting to get an erection.
"You feel tense," I said, breaking the awkward tension.
She moaned again, "I am. Your hands feel so good dad. If I had known what you could do with them, I would have been harassing you for massages ever since I started playing volleyball."
"Thanks, you aren't the first lady who's ever complimented me on this," I replied, squeezing a little harder in the process.
Her moans then became a little louder, seemingly more sexual in nature. I couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose or not. As crazy as it seemed, it was definitely a possibility that she was. Everything had become so blatant with her and her constant need to expose herself around the house.
Then, she said something which only reaffirmed my view:
"Dad, why are you still single? I'm sure there are plenty of other women who'd love to be in the position I'm in right now."
"Well, it's been hard to date, being as busy as I am with work," I replied honestly.
"Is that why you're squeezing so hard? It must have been a while since you've had your hands on a woman."
I was shocked that my own daughter would talk to me like this. And I was even more shocked at the seductive tone that was in her voice. But the truth is, she was right. I wanted to pull my hands away, but doing so would only acknowledge her point. Besides, at that point, it was like my hands had a mind of their own. I couldn't stop touching her soft skin and toned body.
"It's nothing like that. I'm just doing what you've asked," I said to her defensively, still rubbing her.
She suddenly turned around and faced me while on her knees, which broke the grip that I had on her.
"I'm going up to my room now," she smiled. "Thanks for the massage. I really enjoyed it."
Her hand patted my inner-leg as a gesture of appreciation, but she inadvertently touched the tip of my semi-erect penis with her hand, causing her eyes to widen a bit at my embarrassing moment. Had she done this on purpose? Did she guess that I would be aroused, and took a chance by touching me
there
of all places. After all, it wasn't accidental. She
knew
where she had put her hand.
She did it on purpose.
"I see you enjoyed the massage as much as I did," she said with a huge smirk on her face. "Good night, and have fun with that."
That was the moment where I should have been the responsible adult and given her a talk, about how this should stop. How her behavior was getting to be too much. Except I couldn't bring myself to do it.
When she got up and happily went to her room, it was clear that this was only the beginning. And I didn't know how to react to that.
***
My daughter tanning in the backyard was the first thing I saw when I opened my bedroom curtains the next morning.
Her tanning outside wasn't exactly out of the ordinary, but I did find the circumstances to be a little strange. She usually likes to lay out in the sun while at the beach, or in the backyard during the weekdays while I'm at work,
not
while at I'm at home. And especially not when I so clearly had a view of her from my bedroom.
The beach blanket she was laying on was nearly at the other end of our yard, which was in perfect sight of my window. She wore a tiny yellow bikini which was a lot more revealing than anything she's ever worn when I'm around. She had to have been teasing me after that conversation we had last night.
Whatever she was doing was certainly having its effect on me. She was laying on her stomach with her sunglasses on listening to music on her earphones. Her head was resting on the blanket as if she was half asleep. Her blond hair was in its usual ponytail. Her calves and feet were up in the air, and were slowly waving around. But what really stood out to me was seeing her tanned skin brightly glisten from the rays of the hot morning sun. The muscles on her back and the roundness of her rear end were especially making me aroused. All that time playing volleyball had its benefits, and I was seeing that firsthand.
I couldn't believe that I was once again having such immoral and taboo thoughts about my own daughter. Seeing her long and slender body in such a sexy pose was making me hard.
And just when I thought the sight of her laying there couldn't get any sexier, it did, as she suddenly reached her arm around to untie the back of her bikini. Before I knew it, I was looking at her bare back and the side of her breast as she pulled her top away. And when she moved to free the strings from her body, I was able to catch a glimpse of her pink nipple for the very first time in my life. Her breast looked perky and upturned. The view ended when she laid flat on her stomach again.
My heart was racing. I've seen my fair share of topless women in my life, but seeing my own daughter like this was a category of its own. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't really care anymore.
