My name is frank; I run my own business as a freelance gardener in England.
CHAPTER 1
The phone rang and my young daughter answered it, "Dad, it's for you". It was a new job, a large house on the outskirts of town, would I go and see the owner at six o'clock.
Five to six I pulled up outside the massive gates that protected the long winding drive. I had made a few inquiry's about the place, the owner was abroad most of the time and had two children, one confined to bed after a long illness, the other was at boarding school.
Pulling up outside the impressive entrance I was met by the butler, leading me silently to a side entrance I was introduced to the estate manager. He explained the gardener they had had died and wanted someone to maintain the gardens, the only problem I had to live on site and work exclusively on the estate.
I said I would have to think about it and would let them know the following day. I sat at home and took stock of my life. I was a single parent; my wife died giving birth to my daughter eighteen years ago, my work was drying up, and the flat we rented was in bad need of renovating.
My daughter Fiona came in from swimming lessons and pecked me on the cheek, "hi pops, how was your day"? I sat and discussed the job with Fiona it was a good wage, a three bedroom house and still close to her college, we agreed to take it. I always included Fiona in all discussions just as I would have done with my wife if she were alive.
Fiona was eighteen going on thirty, she was very mature for her age, and she was responsible for the running of the house. As we sat talking I noticed she was filling out nicely, her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, framed a sweet innocent face, her eyes had that sparkle that only young girls have. She made coffee as we talked, she was about five foot, slim, she had grown out of her puppy fat and her hips were that of a young model, her breasts had started when she was ten, now they formed twin peeks that jutted out of her sweater.
We went to bed after I rang the estate manager and accepted the job, I would move in on the weekend.
The move went smoothly and we were ensconced in our new house, Fiona fell in love with the house, planning to organize it her way.
The job went well, after two weeks I knew my way around and got on well with the other staff. college holidays came and Fiona helped me around the grounds. "Tomorrow we are working in the secret garden" I told her. This was a place that Tony the son who was ill was sat out on sunny days to get some fresh air, he had a virus when he was eleven which left him partially paralyzed, he was now nineteen.
It was a nice sunny day as we moved into the secret garden, tall walls covered in ivy screened the area from the main house. Tony was sat in his wheelchair in one of the corners; a nurse sat reading a book nearby.
We started to dig the flower beds, I noticed Fiona kept looking at Tony as she worked, soon we were working by the wheelchair, I talked for a while to the nurse as we drank a cup of tea. Tony looked at Fiona as she stood nearby, "DAMM," he muttered to himself," that's one hot girl" His mind was still very active but his legs and one arm was useless. He looked at Fiona who was stood next to her dad, she was wearing cut off jeans that hugged her buttocks, she had a loose fitting top that disguised the shape of her breasts, as she turned towards him he smiled and waved to her.
Fiona blushed as he smiled, and waved back, he's a spunk she thought to herself. Tony called her over. "What's your name?", he asked, she answered him, he wanted to know all about her, she sat next to him and they talked for about 1/2 hour.
The nurse commentated that Tony didn't have any friends and it was good to see him enjoying himself again. We carried on with our work and Tony went in for physiotherapy.
Two days later I was called to the main house, the nurse had passed comment about Fiona and Tony meeting. "Would your daughter like a job for the summer helping the nurse look after Tony"? It seemed that Tony had perked up since meeting Fiona. I said I would ask Fiona.
That night I asked Fiona, she blushed as I joked she had an admirer, and he would like her to keep him company. Fiona jumped at the chance and we went up to the house to let them know.
The next week flew passed for Fiona, she got on very well with Tony and they were often seen as she pushed the wheel chair through the grounds.
CHAPTER 2
Tony became a daily visitor to our house, Fiona would get cokes and they would watch TV or a video, She was becoming an expert at helping him out of the wheelchair and onto the settee for more comfort. One day as I was preparing tea just as they came in, Fiona put Tony's arms around her neck and pulled him up ready to swing him onto the settee, Tony suddenly kissed her on the lips, just a quick one, but enough for Fiona to blush. I saw Fiona run out to the front door, I followed.
She was stood against a wall her hand on her chest, her breathing was fast, "what's up", I asked She blushed as she told me, I laughed and said it won't be the last you will get. That evening I noticed a change in Fiona, she seemed more quiet and intense, she fussed around Tony and sat close to him all night.
The next day I had to work further away from the house than normal, Fiona and Tony were going on a picnic by the lake. Around lunchtime I made my way to the lake to join then for a snack, as I approached from the wood I saw them sat on the grass.
Fiona was bent over Tony, I stopped, they were kissing, Fiona had Tony's head cradled and I could see that the kisses were long passionate ones.
I had not thought about Fiona being involved with boys before, she didn't seem interested, but the scene I was watching obviously made me think.
I went back into the woods and made a lot of noise as I approached them, they were separate now, I could see that Fiona's face was flushed and Tony had a bulge in his trousers. We ate as Fiona explained that Tony was getting the use of his other arm back slowly and the doctors thought his legs might come back also. I left after a while and made my way back to the landrover, picking up the binoculars I cautiously made my way back to the lake, they were kissing again. Hiding in the bushes I trained the binoculars on the pair, their mouths glued together, Tony started to move his hand to Fiona's breasts, she covered his hand as if to stop him but after a pause she moved her hand away leaving him access to them.
Tony hand cautiously molded itself to her breast, his hand gently massaged the globe of flesh, and Fiona kissed him more passionately. Tony slowly moved his hand to her waist, lifting her T-shirt he put his hand inside, reaching for her breast again.
I sat watching my daughter being fondled, I had a raging hard on, I had not thought about Fiona as a sexual thing in the past but I was watching her and I could see she was enjoying every minute of it. Suddenly the heavens opened up and the rain poured down, I ran back to the landrover and went home.
Fiona came home soaked through; her T-shirt clung to her body showing me the out line of her breasts, She noticed me looking at her breasts and said, "I'm a big girl now dad" and laughed as she went to get a shower.
She came down in her robe and sat on the floor by the roaring fire, I wanted to say I had seen them but didn't know how to broach the subject. She seemed very quiet as she watched the flames licked the logs, she looked at me and said," dad can I ask a question about sex"? "Of course honey, if I know the answer".