My wedding day was tomorrow and I was besides myself. My fiance and I were back in the town I grew up in. I had wanted to marry in my hometown and now it was just a day away. All the plans were set and my mother flying around making last minute preparations. My dad was strangely silent. When I was growing up, my dad and I were always close. I could tell him anything and he would give me good advice. I wanted to talk to him alone, but there wasn't much time.
Evening finally came and everyone went off to bed early. It was going to be a hectic day tomorrow. My fiance Mark and I decided to sleep in separate beds. It was just better for all concerned. I tried to sleep, but my mind was spinning. I got up and went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. Maybe that would calm me down. When I got there my dad was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Are you okay Dad?"
"I just couldn't sleep, that's all," he told me.
I stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders. He turned around to face me.
"Tomorrow's the big day, no turning back now," he said to me.
My Dad stood up and took me in his arms. There we both were in our bathrobes. I held onto my Dad tightly. We looked at each other and we had a kiss. I don't know how to explain it. My Dad and I opened our mouths to each other and our tongues met. I know how crazy it sounds, but I needed him. My Dad's hands fumbled with the belt on my robe and he untied it. My robe fell to the floor and then my Dad shed his bathrobe.
There we stood, father and daughter naked in the kitchen. I hated to think if anyone woke up and saw us just then. I felt my Dad reach down and brush his fingers across my mound. I was damp from all this activity.