"Good morning, Daddy!" Gail yawns and stretches luxuriously. Part of one sexy pink nipple peeks over the edge of the duvet. "Kiss please!"
We have shared a bed for over five weeks now and it is still an absolute delight to wake in the mornings to find her tousled-haired form curled up beside me. I burrow under the bedclothes to kiss my daughter between the legs. It is our morning ritual, even on schooldays and even in the midst of her period. It is now mid-term break and Gail doesn't have to go to school, so I stay with my face between her thighs, exploring her delicious taste with my tongue. I love to take in her rich morning-time odour, especially if we made love the night before - and last night was a veritable cornucopia of sexual riches.
Mmmmmm, Daddy! I love the feel of your tongue caressing my sex lips and diving in between them to find my clit to make it all tingly and hard. In a few moments, my juices will start to flow and my vagina will begin to open like a wet, pink little mouth. And then you will move over me and slide your wonderful penis right up inside. We will rock together as you stroke your hot shaft against my vaginal walls and we will convulse in unison, sharing another wonderful climax, just like the ones we shared last night and all the others we've given each other these last few weeks. Oh Daddy! I'll never get tired of feeling you enter me - your long fat penis stretching me open and saying, "Hello Gail! I'm here to make you cum again." I love your tongue, Daddy! I love your penis! I love you!
Gail welcomes me into her vaginal heat with a contented sigh and our joint orgasms are incredibly intense, as morning orgasms always are.
You made love to me so perfectly again, my Daddy, my lover. My whole body sang with joy as you delivered your hot sperm against my cervix and cried out my name! But now you look pensive. Something is troubling you. Tell me please!
"Is something wrong Daddy? Have I upset you in any way?"
"Oh no, Lovely One! Quite the opposite! I was thinking about a situation we have to face...soon. In two days in fact."
"Maxine! That's right! It's mid-term for her too. She's coming home, oh great! I've missed her a lot!"
"I've missed her too. Have you done any thinking about...well, us?"
"Telling her you mean?"
"Exactly!"
"I don't want to try and hide it, she'd guess straight away, anyway. I think we should be open and honest. I'm not ashamed about how we feel for each other and what we do together. Are you?"
I am cupping her pert little left breast in my hand in our post-coitus warmth and I squeeze it gently, reassuringly, "Of course not! Maxine may not understand though."
"Then we must make her! She may not like us being lovers, but we must make her understand why we are!"
"Let's hope she will listen long enough for us to do that!"
"YOU ARE DISGUSTING! YOU'RE SICK! BOTH OF YOU! I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING SO OBSCENE IN ALL MY LIFE!"
Maxine storms from the room, slamming the door violently behind her.
"Well, we never said it would be easy!" Gail says wryly. "Let's give her time and space and we may get a chance to talk later on."
But, all our attempts to make contact are rebuffed by silence. Maxine locks herself in her room for two days, only coming out to get food and drink or use the bathroom when she is sure that Gail or I are not around. It is on one such occasion, late at night, that Maxine watches us.
Gail and I have been talking quietly in bed for many hours. We are both distraught that Maxine is not responding to any of our attempts at reconciliation. But it is getting to me more than it is to Gail. Eventually, Gail seeks to comfort me in the best way she knows how. In spite of my worries about Maxine, the sight of Gail's dim shape moving above me in the darkness, her aroused breasts swaying sensuously and the marvellous caresses of her velvet sleeve on my penis quickly bring me to orgasm. And her soft cry at my seed bursting against her cervix tells me that she has climaxed too. Then, when Gail bends to kiss me, I sense a third presence, but decide to just file the knowledge away, preferring instead to return my daughter's loving kiss with every ounce of the love I feel for her.
I surprise Maxine the next morning in the kitchen as she is adding milk to her breakfast cereal. "Maxine, Sweetheart, it is not like you think it is. Please give Gail and I a chance to explain. We're not asking for your approval, just your understanding."
"Don't speak to me, Daddy! Not ever again! You are a filthy, disgusting old man! If Mummy were here, she'd be heartbroken!"
"Please Maxine, try..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DIRTY FUCKING PERVERT!"
She throws her dish of Cornflakes at me and runs out of the back door, off somewhere onto the farm. I let her go, hopefully to cool down, disconsolately wiping the soggy mess from my face and clothes and mopping the kitchen floor.
I have to find Maxine and talk to her. I know of the private places that she used to go to when she was a young girl and wanted to be alone. I check them all first, but to no avail. My last port of call is the milking shed. Milking has finished and the cows are all back out in the paddocks. The shed has been freshly hosed down and appears to be empty, but then I hear a faint noise from around the back of the milking stand. It sounds like faint grunting and slapping noises. I go to investigate.
Maxine, her eyes shut tight and steaming breath jetting from her wide-open mouth, is bent forward at the waist, hanging on tight to the iron railing. She is almost naked, with her jeans and panties around her ankles, and shirt and bra pushed up high over her slim back. Her full, dusky-tipped breasts are swinging and bouncing freely to the rhythm of the burly farmhand's thrusting penis. Pete has slipped off his coveralls and they and his underwear are halfway down his legs, draped over the tops of his gumboots. The slapping sound I heard is his bare belly striking Maxine's naked buttocks with every inward thrust as he grasps her by the hips and pounds his long, angry-red penis into her from the rear.
To surprise one's girl-child in the midst of such a display of sexual wantonness would be a shock for most fathers and I am no exception. Yet, somehow, it is sexually stirring. I stand immobile and watch them for a few moments. Then Pete becomes aware of my presence and freezes with his penis in mid-stroke. Maxine turns her head and opens her eyes to find out why he has stopped and gasps with horror at seeing me standing there. I say nothing. I just look at them for a few moments more, then turn on my heel and walk away. It is none of my business. At nearly twenty, Maxine is old enough to make her own choices. But, I would prefer her to not have sex with one of my employees and in my milking shed!
An hour later I am in my office doing the farm accounts on the computer when Maxine comes into the room behind me. I know it is she from her eau de toilette - she always uses 'Anais Anais', just like her mother did. Gail prefers 'Charlie', but seldom wears any perfume at all. I spin my seat around to look at Maxine. She is standing with her eyes downcast and her hands clasped in front of her.
"I'm sorry Daddy..."
I hold out my open arms to her and she runs over and sits in my lap. Maxine throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in the crook of my shoulder. "I am so, so sorry Daddy! I was being stupid...!" Her voice is muffled and I can feel warm wetness soaking the collar of my shirt. My little girl is crying.
I stroke her luxuriant mane of dark hair reassuringly, "Hey, Sweetie, you don't have to apologise for anything! Who you choose to have sex with is..."
"But, Pete means nothing to me! He's a nice enough guy, but I have no feelings for him. I'm still trying to explain to myself why I got him to screw me, especially like that. And now he thinks he's in real trouble and will lose his job. The look on your face frightened him so much he just pulled up his pants and ran away after you left!"
"Poor Pete! No, his job is safe. It would be very unfair of me to sack him. My feelings about what I saw shouldn't interfere."
"How do you feel about it Daddy?"
"Well, shocked, I suppose. A little bit disappointed, maybe, and... jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Just like every father when he learns that a daughter he loves deeply has found another man and is no longer 'his property'. What are your feelings about what's happened?"
"I feel guilty, and very foolish. I was trying to punish you. Not many men could have resisted me, the way I displayed my body to Pete and begged him to take me. While I was taking my pants down and baring my breasts and offering myself to him I had a picture in my mind - of you seeing Pete banging me like some whore at the back of the pub carpark on a Saturday night. You would be so hurt and angry...just like I was.
"And then, when you did find us, I felt so sluttish and stupid!"
"Punish me? For me and Gail?"
"Yes, Daddy, for you and Gail... because you've got so close... because... Daddy, can we have a family conference, just as if it is a Sunday?"
"Of course!"
"But, just like a real Sunday, with you sitting up in bed. And, because Gail is now your 'wife', with her in bed with you, by your side?"
"If that's what you really want, yes! That is the way it will be."
Maxine kisses me swiftly on the cheek, "Thank you, Daddy! I'll go and tell Gail. I made peace with her and warned her that I would ask you for this if I got the opportunity. Then I'll give you two a few minutes to get ready."