I remember it vividly even now. It was a day in early June... a hot summer day. Yeah right, as if there is any other kind down in southern Florida! But once you've lived there for a while you at least get used to it. Especially when you have a nice big swimming pool in your backyard!
So there I was, out on the back porch, sipping a nice cool glass of iced tea and watching my 19-year old daughter Lisa swimming in the pool. My wife had gone out shopping for the day, and my son was out with some of his friends, so it was just the two of us. And yeah, if you read these kind of stories then you probably have some sort of idea where this is going, but I can assure you that it was entirely innocent. At least, at the time...
Now like I said, Lisa was only 19 years old at this point, and well into her Goth phase. You know, wearing all black, lots of make-up, listening to Marilyn Manson and all that. She'd even gotten her nose pierced down at the local shopping centre. I'll admit, I wasn't too keen on that, but what are you going to do? Teenagers are always going to rebel against authority, and damn if it didn't suit her quite nicely.
Lisa was a tall but skinny girl, always had been, and she had the palest white skin to boot. Sure, she had relatively small boobs, but they looked quite nice on her slender, petite frame. And she more than made up for it with her shapely little ass. Her hair was naturally jet black, a trait which she had no doubt inherited from her Cuban-American mother, though Lisa was just as apt to dye it some shocking or bold color to try pissing off us (and her high school teachers).
As always, she was wearing black today... A little two piece black bikini. I had to hand it to her. Even when she was just going out for a dip in the pool, she still managed to pull off the little Gothic look.
So there I was, staring at her and trying to figure out what was going on in my teenaged daughter's head, when she decided to stop swimming and get out of the pool. As she climbed up the stairs, I could see the water literally dripping off her pale, thin body, her tiny little nipples pressed hard against that black bikini she was wearing. It was what I would call a life changing moment, because as she shook the water out of her raven black hair, I could feel something stirring in my loins. It was a feeling that no father should ever feel for his own daughter, no matter how sexy or hot she may be.
Still sitting over on the porch, I adjusted myself, trying to hide the rather obvious and rapidly growing bulge in my shorts.
"Hey honey," I said cheerfully. Innocently. As if nothing at all outside of the ordinary had just happened.
"Hi dad," Lisa chirped back at me gleefully, "Did mom just go out?"
Lisa pulled on of the reclining chairs over by me and sat down in it.
"Ummm," I stammered for a moment, trying not to oogle my own daughter, "Yeah. She said that she was going out to the store."
"Oh," Lisa replied. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something... unusual about the tone in her voice.
"Well," she said coyly as she sat back up, "I guess she'll probably be out for a while."
I looked over and watched as Lisa reached behind and unhooked her little black bikini, exposing her perky little breasts. They were just as flawless and pale as the rest of her porcelin smooth young body. Sure they were small, but very firm. Moreover, I also noticed that her little nipples were pierced by two silver barbells. She hadn't told me or her mother about that little detail. Lisa must have known I was staring though, because she tossed her little bikini top into the lawn and lay back down on her chest.
"Daddy," she said, "Would you mind rubbing some tanning lotion on my back? I don't want to sunburn..."
I didn't know how to reply to that.
