(This story was supposed to be my entry for the Summer Loving contest but computer problems prevented my being able to enter the story. It's a little late but I hope you enjoy it.)
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The weather forecast was for clear skies and temperatures in the nineties. In an attempt to beat the heat, I got up earlier than usual on a Sunday and finished the yard work before eleven AM.
As I entered the house, my daughter came into the kitchen. Her dark, shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing eyeliner, mascara and pink lipstick. She had on a red tank top, a blue denim skirt and white, laced-up running shoes. A blue baseball cap, with red C on it's front, sat atop her head. Her ponytail stuck out of the opening in the back of the hat. A brown bag hung from her shoulder.
"Going out?" I asked.
"I'm going to the mall with my girlfriend," Kirsten told me, "you don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," I said, wiping the sweat from my head and shoulders with a hand towel.
"I need your credit card," my daughter told me.
I hung the towel around my neck and sat down at the kitchen table. "Of course you do," I said, "its upstairs, in my wallet, on the dresser."
"I know," Kirsten said, smiling and holding the card up between her fingers.
"You're lucky I love you," I told her, snapping the towel at her.
"I know I am," Kirsten said, "I love you, too." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back around three,"
After Kirsten left, I made myself a sandwich which I ate while standing by the sink, drinking a beer.
My daughter was twelve when her mother and I got divorced. For some reason, she wanted to live with me. Her mother did not object and even though I was not crazy about the idea, I agreed to it with my fingers crossed.
Over the next six years, Kirsten and I became very close. I was with her when she got her first bra. I told her about the birds and bees. I warned her about guys who wanted only one thing from girls and I taught her some self defense moves in case she met a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer.
Not everything was perfect. We had a few problems but nothing that sank the ship. We could argue, even yell at each other and still remain friends. Something my ex and I could never do.
To be honest, Kirsten usually got her way. It was very difficult for me to say no to her. She would put on her pouty face and look at me with her big, brown, puppy dog eyes and I would cave. I knew what she was doing but I was powerless to stop it. She had me wrapped around her little finger and I knew it. So did she.
I finished my sandwich and beer and went upstairs to shave and shower.
Since the divorce, I dated occasionally but nothing that turned into a long term relationship. I liked women, a lot, but I was never a Don Juan or Casanova. After my ex-wife and I split up, I concerned myself with taking care of Kirsten. I was four days away from my forty first birthday and sex was still high on my list of wants and desires but I found it very difficult to make a commitment. Now that Kirsten was eighteen, out of high school and ready to start college, I hoped things would change.
As far as I was concerned, Kirsten was gorgeous. But I was bias. In reality, my dark complected daughter was more cute than beautiful. She was small, five feet, four inches tall and she weighed a little more than a hundred pounds. In high school, she had been on the gymnastics team and the cheerleading squad. Her breasts were small, but full and firm, high and straight. Her nipples were a half inch long and thick. I knew that because she never wore a bra around the house and her nipples were usually hard. Her body was narrow and flat except for a perfectly formed, heart shaped ass and sleek, muscular legs.
After my shower, as I toweled my body dry, I studied myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I was just over six feet tall and I weighed a little more than two hundred pounds. I probably could have lost a few pounds but I was still in good shape, more muscular than fat. I had all my hair and showed just a hint of gray at the temples.
I shaved and patted on lotion then walked into my bedroom naked. After putting on a pair of khaki, cargo shorts, that I usually wore just around the house, I went downstairs and walked out of the french door in the kitchen onto the deck.
The deck was raised nine feet off the ground.. It was level with the main floor of the house with the entrance to the basement, which was even with the ground, below it. The house was on a ½ acre lot so there were no neighbors close enough to see what happened on the deck. Kirsten and I liked our privacy and we spent a lot outside.
I moved the chaise-lounge into the shade and stretched out on the thick, body length cushion. The air was warm but there was a pleasant cool breeze blowing. I didn't mean to but I promptly fell asleep.
When I awoke, I looked at my wristwatch. It was 3:16 PM. I had been asleep for three hours. Luckily, I was still in the shade.
I became aware of a second person on the deck.. I raised my head and saw Kirsten, standing by my feet, wearing sunglasses and a white, very skimpy bikini I had never seen before. "Hi," I said, groggily, "what are you wearing?"
"My new bikini," Kirsten said, "Do you like it?" She turned slowly, showing off her purchase.
The top covered her breasts but just barely. The bottom covered just enough skin to keep her out of jail. The backside of the bottom was molded to her rounded ass cheeks. "Its nice," I told her, "but I'm not sure, as your father, I want you wearing it in public."
"Don't worry," she said, casually, "I'll only wear it to and from the nude beach." I wondered if she was joking.
"Is that you?" she asked. I realized my daughter was staring at my crotch. I had awakened from my nap with an erection and looking at my daughter's young, gorgeous body, covered only by a tiny bikini didn't help. I had a killer hard-on and it was bulging out against the fabric of my shorts. I grabbed the pillow from under my head and used it to cover myself.
"You don't have to be shy," my daughter told me, "I've seen guys with hard-ons before."
"That's what every father wants to hear his daughter say," I told her.
"I'm sorry," Kirsten said. "Did you think I was a virgin?"
"In reality, no," I told her,"but everyone has a fantasy."
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"Of course not," I said. Finding out she was a virgin would have surprised me a lot more than finding out she wasn't.
"Can I see it?" my daughter asked.
"See what?" I asked, even though I knew.
"You know," Kirsten said, "your cock."
Kirsten's easy use of the word was like a punch in the gut but I tried to hide my surprise. "No," I answered.
"Why not?" she asked.
