"Would that turn you on."
"What?" I said and leaned away from my wife.
"If I took a shower with my 18 year old daughter? Would that turn you on?" My wife said with a sly smile.
"No, of course not. I was joking. I just want you to take a shower so we can go to bed."
"Maybe you just want her then?" She said leaning into my ear. "Wouldn't you like that tight, soapy body?"
"Stop babe."
My wife pulled back. He back now resting against the arm rest on the sofa. "Oh, relax babe. She is very attractive. It's ok to be attracted to her."
"I'm not attracted..."
"She's not even your daughter."
I looked down and leaned against the opposite arm rest. "I know."
"Oh, babe." She said and scooted next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."
I smiled, a little. "It's ok."
"You know," she said. "She thinks you are attractive."
"Are you still on this?"
"Just saying. She has said that you have a great ass. She's even asked about our sex."
"She did what?!"
"I know," she said and rolled her eyes. "I'm raising a freak."
"Well..." I said and smiled at her.
"Yes, I can be freaky too. "
"And I love it." I kissed her on the mouth. "Wait, what did you say about our sex. And what did she ask?!"
My wife laughed. "Nothing major, she just wanted to know how u are."
"She what?! What did you say?"
She laughed again. "I told her you were very good. She said that she hears us."
"I bet she does, you get loud."
"I know," she said and gave a sheepish smile.
"It's ok babe. She needs to know that sex is natural and it's supposed to be enjoyed. Especialy for the girl."
"What do you mean?"
"I think most women are lucky to get one orgasm."
"Then I am very very very very lucky." She pulled me closed and kissed me.
"Yes you are," I said and smiled.
"I hope her first time is with someone like you. You are so loving."
"Thank you babe."
"What do you think?"
"What?" I asked.
"Being her first?"
To say the least I was stunned. My wife asking me to be her daughter's first.
"I don't' know what to say to that, Amy." I said.
"That's not a no," she said with a smirk.
"No," I said.
"You would be wonderful babe. I want her to know that she is supposed to be cherished and I have no doubt that you would cherish her."
"I can't believe you are asking me this."
"Well, I am," she said. "You are so loving but also rough when I want it and somehow you just know. I don't even have to say anything. She needs to know that that is how it is supposed to be."
"I can't believe this, Amy" I said.
"Pleeease, just think about it babe."
I just let out a sigh and shook my head as she laid her head on my chest. I felt her smile.
"Hey Kammi," I said as Kammi dropped her back pack in one of the kitchen table chairs. I was lucky to get that out after me and my wife's conversation last night. She had to see how awkward I was feeling. It was a strain just to look my step-daughter in the eye now.
"Hi Jack."
I will spare you the next twenty minutes of a breathless, uninterrupted monologue. I was used to it. Amy said that that shows that Kammi is comfortable around me. I replied: How do I make her uncomfortable? Oh, she's looking at me and smiling.
"I'm glad you had a good day. Sorry about Elle." (Pretty good, huh?)
She smiled a little wider. There was a new gleam in her eye. Is that weird?
"You are such a good listener," she said. "Not like the stupid boys at school. Just dumb fart and sex jokes all day."
I nodded. "You're welcome. I like listening to you."
"You're so sweet," she said and placed her hand on my arm. "No wonder mom gets so loud at night."
That one embarrassed me. She must have saw me getting red because she chuckled and left the kitchen. "Are you dating anyone?" I said. I had to show her that her trying to embaress me wasn't getting to me.
