Chapter 7.
Another crow of the Rooster meant another day. Expecting to find Lexi next to me, I turned and then remembered taking her to her bed after last evening's incestuous hedonistic activities. Was it a dream? Finding Lexi's panties next to my pillow, as well as the dry flaky white substance on them, was enough evidence it really happened.
I drug myself out of bed and went to put on a pot of coffee. I had to admit to myself I enjoyed last evening. I didn't like being lied to by my wife, what husband would. Forget whether she's your daughter or not, what near-middle age man wouldn't love being seduced by an nubile and naive young woman. Regardless, I didn't see how anything could go back to the way it was. All that was left was to ask for forgiveness by our Father Almighty. I decided more than coffee, I needed to clear my head, so I started my chores.
One thing about living in such isolation, with the need to provide all of your essential living necessities, time does go by very quickly. Such was the case when Megan came out to bring me a glass of iced tea. "Is it 10 already?" It was a rhetorical question.
She replied with an unenthusiastic, "Uh huh."
We both sat in silence as I drank my refreshing beverage. I wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. Was there a chance Megan was regretful? Did she hate me? I was wrong in abusing Lexi by fondling her nipples that night, but if I had been a real man..... real father, I would have "manned up" when Lexi started "blackmailing" last night. If I had stood up immediately and confessed my sins at that moment, maybe everything would be different. Did I subconsciously want to fuck my own daughter? Was I hoping she would have woke up that night and encouraged my abuse? So many thoughts, but no answers.
"I'm sorry," Megan offered.
"I'm sorry too," I reached out to hug Megan, but her body stiffened. "Do you still love me?" I asked sincerely.
"I do, but I don't know how you can still love me," she began to cry.
This time she allowed me to comfort her. "It's alright sweetie. I know it's what Lexi wanted last night. The question is does she regret it?" I pushed Megan back just enough so I could look her straight in the eyes for her response.
"She doesn't John. You should see her this morning. She is dancing around like she was a kid telling me how happy she is." She sobbed.
"Then are you having regrets sweetie?" I offered.
"NO, not at all!" Pulling her head away from my chest. "I just feel like I totally betrayed your trust in me, not to mention Lexi."
"We have betrayed each other Megan. The question is do we forgive one another?"
"I do John. Can you forgive me?"
"Absolutely. Now what?" Looking to Megan for direction.
"I think the next thing to do is sit with Lexi and discuss expectations. I can tell you that in the last couple of years we both noticed her becoming quiet, somewhat melancholy. Today she is acting so full of life. I asked her what she thought about what happened last night. She told me it was the first time in many nights that she didn't cry herself to sleep."
My heart sank. Who's wouldn't. So often, as parents, we do what we think is in the best interest of our children. Most young people spend puberty experimenting with the opposite sex. Flirting, teasing and even making out. Girls talking about which boys might like them. Boys...... Well, we all know what teenage boys are thinking. Lexi experienced none of this. Her mind thought of the opposite sex, but her life involved only one, her Father.
Megan reached out for my hand, which I gave to her with pleasure. We walked toward the house confident that whatever had happened, could be fixed. As we opened the door I was knocked off my feet, both figuratively and literally. Lexi ran up to me, jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and started kissing my neck and cheeks. "I love you Daddy."
"I love you too Lexi. Why are you so happy?" I asked, expecting her to reject my question.
"I'm a woman now!" She beamed. "I'm ready for you Daddy," she continued.
So much had happened in the last 24 + hours that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Ready for what Lexi?"
"Remember you said last night that I could trim your hair.... down there...." she pointed.
"I boiled some water and have the scissors and lotion ready. I put blankets on the library table and got your pillow. It should be really soft for you Daddy. I'm all ready."
I looked at Megan and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, Lex, I think we all need to talk," I said.
"Ok Dad. What do you want to talk about?"
"Mom and I are concerned. It's normal, as an adult woman, to need the attention of a man. You know that doesn't mean your father, don't you?
"Yes, I do, but I don't want another man." Lexi began to cry. "I love you Daddy. I always have and always will. I have tried to get you to notice that I was a woman, but you never noticed. That is why I always cried at night. It wasn't because I wanted a man. It was because I wanted YOU!"
"I'm touched Lexi. I really am. I just don't know why you consider me to be the man you want. I think its because I'm the only man you know?
"No Daddy. I have read......" she paused, realizing she almost admitted to reading her mother's romance novels, which Megan and I already knew she was doing. ".... I know that there are a lot of boys out there that I might like, but a while back I asked Mom why she was so happy all of the time, when I was so sad. She told me it was because of you. When I asked her what she meant, she blushed. It was like I did when.... ummmm..... Reading certain books.... I knew that she meant with sex."
"So Mom said I made her happy?" Now I was felling boastful. "I'm glad I make Mom happy. She makes me happy too. " I didn't really know where to go with this conversation. I suppose we should have thought it out more before beginning that discussion. "So what are you saying Lexi?" I decided to toss the ball back into her court.
"I am happy that I get to experience everything with you and Mom. It's like you have always treated me as equal to you guys. The only thing I wasn't sharing was.... having umm sex. Then one day I was reading an old book that you and Mom have in our library. It was about polygamy, where a man marries more than one wife. Sometimes he marries girls who are sisters. One story was about a man who married a woman and then later her daughter. So I started thinking, you could marry me too. Then we'd be sharing everything." She said, smiling sheepishly.
I have to say I was ready for a lot of things, but not the semi-logic she presented. She was right. We didn't keep any secrets from Lexi, other than, to the best of our ability, our sex lives. I guess when you live in such close quarters with someone, you can't keep such a thing completely secret. I will say that I believe what she had actually witnessed was our flirting and loving gestures with each other.
"So, are you ready for me to shave you Daddy?" Lexi broke the uneasy silence.
I looked at Megan again. She was trying her hardest not to laugh. I think she took joy in seeing me stumped in an argument. Finally, behind Lexi's back so she couldn't see, Megan stuck her tongue out at me. I decided I was probably going to hell anyway, so why not. "I have to take a shower first Lexi, I'm all sweaty."
"Can I take it with you?" She asked in an excited voice. "We can wash each other's back."
"Yea, wash each other's....... back," I motioned with my hand for her to follow me.
Soon Lexi was right next to me. She took my hand and we continued into the bathroom. Lexi was wearing a white pajama top with little red hearts and snaps in the front. Her panties matched. Even though we had already fucked and stuff, I still felt awkward. It must have shown.
As she reached behind her and pulled the rubber band from her hair, she began to shake her head from right to left to get it completely undone. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes and said, "Just do to me what you do to Mommy."
That was all the encouragement I needed. Gently, but with force, I pushed her back against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Since she had never kissed like this before, she was innocently adorable as she opened her mouth like she was a baby bird waiting to be fed. I pulled back and told her just to kiss my lips, which she did. Then I told her to gently bite my lower lip. She giggled and then did it. Then I instructed her to lick my lips with her sweet innocent tongue. By now I was as hard as a rock, but my cock was still confined in my work clothes. Nevertheless, I pushed my hardness into her belly. Then I told her to put her tongue into my mouth and lick all around. By now, her passion was building and there were no more giggles. My tongue danced with my daughter's. I sucked on her tongue which caught her by surprise and she gasped. I pulled the upper half of my torso away from her so that I could remove her top. Snap.. snap..snap.. snap.. snap... She jumped with surprise as I ripped open her pajama top exposing her young female flesh.
"Oh Daddy" she gasped. Until that moment, I had only fondled Lexi's boobies. Now I sucked on one of her nipples for the first time. Her boobs were so tiny and skin so white compared to Megan, but that made it even that much more erotic. Her pink buds became erect. I pulled down her panties as I sucked on her nipples.