It started about five years back. My wife was spending a lot of time away from home because of her lecture tour. She had phoned me that day to say she was visiting our eldest son Michael at his halls since she was doing a lecture nearby. I got on well with my wife and we loved one another but I think it's fair to say that a lot of the fire was gone from our relationship by that point. Not that my Sarah wasn't beautiful! Hell she looked damn good for her age and you wouldn't know to look at her that three kids had popped out of that oven.
Anyway, that weekend I was left in the house with Marty and our youngest, Annabelle whose eighteenth birthday it had been two weeks earlier. It was early July and the weather was pretty good so without much in the way of discussion it was mutually decided that the pool in the backyard was the place to set ourselves up for the day.
I was settled on my lounger by the poolside with a cold bottle of beer in my hand and newspaper on my knee. Marty was doing underwater lengths so it was me who saw her first. This was the first time I'd been out in the pool with my kids at all this year what with work and all - nothing could have prepared me for how different Annabelle looked coming down those patio steps compared to last year. She was a woman all of a sudden! At least, she was well on the way!
The all in one was gone and in its place, a tight red bikini and thong set. I took a big gulp of cold beer as I stared from behind my sunglasses. She was about 4 ft 7" tall but carried herself like she was 6 ft. Annabelle grinned at me when she saw me looking at her and did a twirl. Her perfect young breasts jiggled enticingly as she spun, her thong clove between the most perfect pair of ass cheeks I had ever seen. I was instantly hard and I thanked god for the newspaper across my lap. What the fuck was wrong with me? This was my own daughter for fuck's sake!
"Like my new bikini, daddy?" she challenged me with a cheeky grin and I felt somehow as if she were testing me.
"Weeell.." I said in mock disproving tones, "Its a bit on the risque side sugar, but so long as you only wear it here I guess its fine." She beamed and blew me a kiss.
"Thanks daddy" she said and dived into the pool. She'd seemed a little surprised at how lax I'd been there. I wondered if my wife had already told her not to wear the tiny bikini - it wouldn't surprise me. I gave a mental shrug and returned to my paper.
A little while later Marty climbed out of the pool and excused himself to go round to his girlfriends place. I didn't blame him, probably got himself hot and bothered about Annabelle too - in need of some relief. My eyes drifted back inexorably to the sunbathing figure of my daughter and I sighed. My hardon hadn't gone down in nearly an hour.
"Daddy?" she called - her voice sounded muffled by the towel. She was lying face down beside the pool. I was painfully aware that she'd undone the strings holding her bikini top in place so she could get an even tan on her back.
"Could you put some lotion on my back for me?" I swallowed hard. This was just one of those tests God likes to throw at me. I had the feeling I was going to fail this one. I got up with a sigh of defeat and knelt over Anna's firm young backside with the bottle of tanning lotion in my hand. Pouring some of the greasy stuff into my palm I rubbed my hands together then began applying it to the soft warm skin of her back. She felt good.
