Greg worked half a day on Saturday, finishing up some last-minute work that he couldn't avoid. During the gloomy period after his discovery of his children's incestuous affair, he had tried to stay out of the house as much as possible, which often meant working extra hours. It eventually became expected, and now he was having a hard time getting back to his original 5-day schedule. Fortunately, he was caught up now and it would likely be the last Saturday that he went into the office.
Jeff had gone out with Kari, and Allison had mentioned that she was going to take the girls into town to do some shopping, which meant he would be home alone. That was fine; he felt like putting on his swimming suit and going out back to relax by the pool, maybe take a short dip, and enjoy the peacefulness of an empty house.
After parking the Jaguar, he headed inside and down the hall to the master bedroom. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and put on his trunks, then grabbed a towel. Yes, a nice cool dip in the pool was just what he needed to relax after everything that had happened lately. No doubt Allison, Lissa, and Brit would want to join him when they got home, but for a couple of hours at least, he would have it all to himself.
He left the bedroom and headed out the back door to the deck overlooking the pool. As he glanced down below, he froze. Brit lay in a lawn chair, eyes closed. But the thing that caught him off his guard was that she wore only half her swimsuit. Her breasts were completely exposed to his view. It was the first time he had seen them, at least since she had been a child and it didn't matter. In fact, he probably hadn't seen her chest for at least ten years. Now he found himself getting excited by seeing her this way. She had perky little tits, about what he would expect on a fourteen-year-old. Her body was every bit as beautiful as her face.
He cleared his throat to let her know he was there. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, putting her hand up to shade her eyes from the sun. "Oh, hi Daddy," she said, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Um..." he said. "Didn't you go into town with everyone else?"
"No, I'm not in the mood for shopping today. I'd rather work on my tan."
"Yes, I noticed. Are you... are you sure you don't want to put your top on?"
She laughed. "Does it bother you?" she asked.
"Well, no, I suppose not."
"Then I'll leave it off. I don't want a tan line."
What was happening to this family? Were they all becoming exhibitionists? But then, he had seen Allison and Lissa naked before; that left only Brit. And now here she was, exposing her gorgeous little body to his eyes!
Catching him staring, she laughed. "It does bother you," she said.
"Well, I... yes, it does. You're not supposed to be topless in front of your father like that."
"It wasn't my fault. I didn't know you were going to be home so early. But since you've already seen me like this, there's no point in covering up now, is there?"
"I suppose not. Well, I'd better go inside."
"You've already got your swimming trunks on, Daddy. Were you planning on going swimming?"
"Well, yes, but I had meant to be alone."
"You don't want me out here with you?"
"You were here first. I don't want to kick you out."
"So you don't want to be with me?"
"Like I said, I want to be alone right now. Not that I mind your company. I just... oh, never mind. I'm going inside."
She gave a pouty little frown of disappointment. She had a way of making any expression adorable. Even her frown could charm him.
"Well, if you're going inside, would you do me a favor?" she asked.
"Bring me out a glass of ice water?"
"Okay. I'll be right back," he smiled.
Greg headed inside and made his way to the kitchen, trying not to think of what he had seen. Brit had certainly begun to develop nicely in the last couple of years. He had always thought she was beautiful, but it had always been a childlike beauty. Today he had become aware of just how grown-up parts of her were.
He couldn't deny that seeing her like that had aroused him. Perhaps it was a natural reaction. He was a man, and she was a gorgeous, nearly naked girl. He was already aware that she had a great figure for a girl her age, but now he had seen it in all its glory, and despite the fact that she was his daughter, it was quite appealing.
He wouldn't let it bother him, he decided. So what if he was secretly excited about seeing her like that? If he were to believe what Allison always claimed, it wouldn't even matter if he fantasized about her. As long as he didn't touch her, there really wasn't any harm done.
Of course, it made him wonder if this was only the first of many opportunities to see her bare chest, and that thought pleased him. For an instant he wondered if she would mind letting him take a few pictures. After all, her older sister had modeled nude for him. But he also knew that that kind of picture would be considered illegal even just to possess. Besides, he had already insisted that no nude photos of any member of the family should be stored on any of the computers in the house, so it would be hypocritical to take more of that kind of picture.
All of these thoughts swam through his head as he followed the hall to the dining room and afterward, the kitchen. He grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, then filled it halfway with crushed ice from the ice dispenser on the fridge, and then filled the rest with water. He then headed out back again.
He tried not to stare as he descended the steps to the pool deck and his topless daughter. But he couldn't help taking a few peeks, especially when he got up close and handed the water to her. Unfortunately, just as she took the glass, a drop of cold water that had condensed on the outside of the glass dripped right into the valley between her breasts. A shiver ran through her body, causing them to jiggle in the most delightful manner. Greg had a hard time keeping from gasping at the sight.
Brit laughed, hopefully more from her reaction than from his. He wasn't sure what kind of expression he had on his face, but hopefully his lust didn't show. He couldn't believe just how sexy his little girl looked to him right then.
He hurried and headed up the stairs to the house, anxious to get his mind off of her. At the upper deck he paused for a moment to look down one last time at the teenage nymph below him. With her body all laid out to his view like that, he almost began to drool. She glanced up and spotted him looking at her, but she merely smiled and waved. Greg smiled back, then disappeared inside the house.
That was just too much. A man shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts about his daughter. On an intellectual level at least, he had no problem with families exposing themselves to each other like that. In many places in Europe, nobody would think anything of a family outing to a nude beach. Ironically, the strictness of his upbringing was what caused his indecent thoughts; if he had been raised in a more permissive family, he might not have given his daughter's nudity a second thought.
Greg hurried down the hall and plopped down on the couch in the front room, grabbing the remote to the television. He needed to do something to get his mind off of that mental image that kept intruding on his thoughts. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels looking for an interesting channel. Unfortunately, the most interesting thing was his own memory.
A few minutes later he heard the back door open, then Brit appeared in the hall. He stared at her in surprise; she was still topless.
"Brit, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting a refill," she smiled, holding up the glass of ice.
"But... shouldn't you put some clothes on?"
She walked over to him. He tried to keep his eyes from straying to her chest as she walked. It was very difficult.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked. "I thought you said it didn't bother you."
"But that was when you were just sunbathing."
"And I'm going to go right back out, as soon as I get some more water. I figured it was pointless to put my top back on for all of thirty seconds, since you're the only one who would see me, and you already said you don't mind."
"I don't mind when you're outside like that while I'm inside. But if we're together... well..."
"So it does bother you."
"Maybe just a little."
"So do you want me to put my top back on?"
"No, it's okay. Just be careful of who sees you like this."
"You mean Jeff, don't you?"
Greg sighed. "He's at the top of the list, yes. Look, you're really a beautiful girl. Maybe you don't realize this, but you can really be... tempting sometimes. When a man sees a girl as beautiful as you wearing nothing or almost nothing, it's natural for him to get aroused."
"Are you aroused right now?" she asked.
"Brit!" he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. "Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you, Brit. That's just not the type of question you should go around asking people."
"But you're not just anyone. You're my daddy. I just want you to help me understand."
He nodded. In some ways she was still innocent, despite her past activities. She deserved the truth. "Okay, yes," he said. "I'm aroused. That's why it bothers me, because I shouldn't be getting aroused by my own daughter."
"But you said it's natural."
"Yes it is, but it's still wrong. That's why you can't just go around naked in front of me. It's really more for me than for you. You have to help me out here, okay?"
"Of course I'll help you, Daddy," she nodded.
"Good girl," he smiled. "So do me a favor and either put some clothes on or go back outside, all right?"
"All right. I love you, Daddy." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, catching him off guard. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy when she kissed him; just the opposite in fact. With her like this, he enjoyed it too much. Brit turned around and skipped into the kitchen, where she poured herself another glass of water. When she returned to the hall she flashed him a quick smile, then headed back down the hall to the back door.
She stayed out another half hour, after which she returned inside. Fortunately, this time she wore the top half of her swimsuit as well as the bottom. Unfortunately, it still didn't cover much. It was a brilliant red bikini that should have been illegal to sell to a girl her age. No doubt she had bought it on one of her shopping trips with Allison; if Greg had been with her he certainly wouldn't have agreed to let her purchase it. He would have to have a talk with Allison about it later. It was too late too take it back, but he might at least put a stop to similar purchases in the future.
Brit came over and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek, then scampered up to her room to change. He sighed in relief; at least now she would have some decent clothes on, and maybe he might stop thinking of her with lustful thoughts.
When she returned downstairs, she wore a pretty little pink blouse and yellow skirt. It was a rather conservative outfit, all things considered, but now that he had seen her almost nude, he just couldn't get that sight out of his mind. Yesterday this outfit would have just seemed cute and innocent. Now she looked incredibly sexy in it. He had a feeling that after what he had seen today, she would look sexy wearing just about anything.
She plopped down on the couch next to him, immediately grabbing his hand and holding it in her own. He glanced over at her, but she simply gave an affectionate smile. Greg really wished he knew what was going through her mind. There was nothing wrong with a girl holding her father's hand, but until recently she hadn't really done it much, at least not since she was a child.
She even lay her head against his shoulder. That felt nice; he really enjoyed how affectionate she was lately. He knew that earlier in the year she had done it to make Jeff jealous, but since he wasn't here right now, it meant Brit really did want to be close to her father. That made him feel good. He loved his little angel, and hoped to continue these moments for as long as possible.
They were still in that position when Allison and Lissa returned later that afternoon. Lissa came and sat down on the couch on Brit's other side and reached out to stroke her little sister's hair. Brit smiled at her, but kept her head resting against Greg's shoulder.
A few minutes later, Brit yawned and announced that she was going up to her room for a nap. Greg felt a little disappointed when she released his hand and rose to her feet, but he knew there would be other opportunities like that.
Jeff wasn't planning to arrive home until just before bedtime, so Greg had the whole afternoon and evening to spend with his girls. Allison and Lissa put on their swimsuits and headed out to the pool, and he decided to join them. He didn't get in himself, but just sat in a chair and watched them frolicking in the water. Allison was just as playful as Lissa, perhaps even more so. She had always been that type of girl. When she was eighty she would still probably think of herself as a child.
They stayed out there for only about an hour, and Brit hadn't even woken from her nap before they went back inside. After changing back into their normal clothes, they started preparing supper.
They maintained a jovial atmosphere during dinner that night. Greg was happy to see that Brit had recovered from the initial shock of not being allowed near Jeff much. Perhaps that explained her recent affection toward himself. It was a redirection of what she could no longer give Jeff. She just needed someone to love. Greg didn't mind, as long as she didn't cross the same lines that she had crossed with her brother.
When Jeff returned home that night, he seemed in pretty good spirits too. And why shouldn't he be? Kari was a beautiful, charming young lady, the type of girl any boy would be lucky to go out with. She had already stuck with Jeff through some hard times which occasionally, in Greg's opinion, put her loyalty to the test. She had passed that test, proving herself a rare kind of girl that he hoped Jeff would hold onto as long as possible. It was obviously too early to be thinking about the future of their relationship, but Greg kind of hoped that this would be a case of them marrying their high-school sweetheart.
Since bedtime was approaching, Jeff and Brit headed upstairs. Greg decided to give them a break tonight, so he didn't accompany them to their bedrooms for the usual fatherly talk. After the younger children disappeared up the stairs, Lissa accompanied Greg and Allison to their bedroom again. This time she didn't ask, and Greg realized that her bathing in their tub had become something of a nightly ritual. It just seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Tonight though, he felt a little uncomfortable about it because Allison had some last minute washing up to do in the kitchen, which left Greg and Lissa alone together. Though he couldn't really explain why, he felt it was a little more inappropriate for him to be alone with his nude daughter; with Allison there it felt more like a family activity.
Lissa didn't seem to mind though. Without saying a word, she headed into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes, not bothering to shut the door behind her. Greg followed her in, wondering whether he should stay in the bedroom. But if he did, he might look like he was trying to avoid her, which might lead to her asking him about it, a conversation he really didn't want to have at this time. Besides, he had to admit that he did like to look at her body.
It didn't bother him so much with her as it did with Brit. Part of that was because Brit was the baby of the family; to him, she was still a little girl. She was still young, impressionable, and even a bit na?. Lissa, on the other hand, had a year of college under her belt (or lack of belt, considering her attire). Plus she had always been so mature and independent; by now she knew enough of the world that she wouldn't get the wrong impression.
As soon as Lissa finished undressing, she slipped into the tub, sighing as she relaxed in the warm water. Greg took a seat beside her on the toilet lid, just watching her bathe. She didn't seem to mind his gaze a bit, but simply closed her eyes and lay back against the side of the tub. He took the opportunity to gaze upon her lovely body. Her breasts were half out of the water, and he watched with fascination as tiny waves lapped at her nipples. Beneath the surface, he could see the clear outline of her bare thigh, half hidden by the ripples in the water.
"What's going on?" asked Brit, appearing in the doorway. Greg glanced up at her in surprise. She wore an accusing look on her face as she saw him sitting there with Lissa in the tub.
"Hi, Brit," Lissa grinned. "I'm just taking a bath."
"But Dad's in here!" she exclaimed.
"It's okay," Lissa replied. "I don't mind."
"Dad," said Brit, "I thought you said..."
Greg suddenly knew what she was thinking. He was sending her mixed messages; on the one hand he had told her that a daughter shouldn't go around naked in front of her father, and on the other hand, here was Lissa naked with him right now.
"Brit, I'm sorry," he said. "I know I'm not being consistent with you, and you don't deserve to have me confuse you like that."
"What are you talking about?" asked Lissa.
"Today we had a father-daughter chat," he explained. "She was sunbathing topless and I walked in on her. I told her it wasn't appropriate for her to be undressed like that in front of me."
"Oh, I see," Lissa nodded. "So now she sees that you really didn't mean it."
"But I did mean it!" he exclaimed. "I mean, I meant it at the time. Oh, I don't know."
"It's okay, Daddy," said Brit with a smile. "It sounds like you're as confused as I am."
"Maybe I am," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I want to be a good father to you, Brit, but sometimes I make mistakes. And sometimes I don't even know whether what I'm doing is a mistake or not."
"You are a good father," Brit insisted. "You're the best father in the whole world!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him.
"Thank you, angel," he told her. "It means a lot to me to hear you say that."
"I think you're the best father in the whole world too," said Lissa. "You'll excuse me if I don't hug you."
All three of them laughed at that.
"So just for clarification," said Brit, "Can I or can I not get naked with you, Dad?"
"Um, that's an awkward way of putting it."
"Because it implies that you want to. It should just be something you're comfortable with, not something that you actually want to do."
"But what about Lissa? Doesn't she want to?"
"I wanted to take a bath," her big sister said, "and I wanted to talk with Dad. It doesn't mean I was actually looking forward to him seeing me in the tub, just that I don't mind if he does."
"Oh," said Brit, still a little confused. "I guess I can understand that. Does that mean that I can take a bath with you watching, daddy?"
"Why don't you get in the tub with me right now?" suggested Lissa.
"Okay," Brit agreed immediately, then put her hands to the bottom of her shirt.
"Um..." said Greg. He still wasn't sure this was a good idea. Somehow they had just bypassed him completely in this decision.
"What?" asked Brit.
He thought about it only for a moment longer. If he was going to send any kind of a clear message to Brit, he had to be consistent. And that meant that whatever rules applied to Lissa had to apply to Brit as well.
"Fine," he said. "Go ahead and get into the tub."
Brit smiled and immediately set to work stripping off her clothes. He tried not to stare as her body once more came into view, but he found it difficult not to, especially when she casually slipped off her panties. He had seen her topless today already, but not fully nude. He only caught a glimpse between her legs, just enough to see that the last hidden piece of her was just as appealing as the rest of her. She had a healthy, though not yet particularly thick crop of hair down there, unlike Allison, Rachael, and now Lissa, who had all shaved it off. There was a certain sexy charm about that natural look, especially on a girl who was still developing.
Before he could get much more of a look, she climbed into the tub. As with her big sister, the water didn't quite reach her chest, so her breasts remained exposed to his view. He felt an erection coming on, so hurriedly shifted his position to hide it from their eyes.
Unfortunately for the growing lump in his pants, Lissa asked Brit if she minded washing each other's backs. Brit immediately agreed, so Lissa turned around, and her little sister scooted in closer. As she lifted the washcloth and ran it all over Lissa's skin, Greg almost couldn't stand the pressure between his legs. Despite having seen Allison and Lissa doing this same thing a couple of times, it still excited him more than was really healthy.
After Brit scrubbed her sister's back for a few minutes, they turned around and Lissa returned the favor. Once again Greg wondered what Brit was thinking. She knew that Lissa was a lesbian; her girlfriend Alya would be arriving in a couple of weeks after all. Greg certainly wouldn't feel comfortable sitting in the tub with a gay man, family or not, let alone let him touch him. Then again, he was still projecting his own prejudices here. Women were just naturally more affectionate with each other than men were. Especially considering that they talked as they bathed, continuing their conversation from earlier at dinner in fact, there was nothing indecent going on here at all. Probably the last thing on Brit's mind was her big sister's sexual orientation. Greg just needed to get over his own hangups.
Eventually they finished their bath, so they stood up, giving Greg a perfect view of their bodies. When it came right down to it, they were really a couple of sexy little vixens. Seeing them together like this, he could tell the difference that five years made. Lissa's body was more developed, though still with a bit of room to grow. Her hips had a nice, well-defined curve, and her breasts were quite large, though plenty firm. Brit, on the other hand, was just starting to develop those womanly curves; she was if anything a bit skinny, with thin shoulders and small breasts, along with a pretty little pussy covered by a thin bush.
"Would you hand us a couple of towels, Daddy?" she asked. Greg took the towels from the rack and handed them to the girls, almost shivering as his hand brushed against Brit's in the process. I just touched my daughter's nude body, he realized. Even though it wasn't on any part of her that he couldn't touch with her clothes on, just the thought of it sent delightful chills down his spine.
After dressing, the two girls simultaneously kissed him on either cheek, and this time he actually blushed. They giggled, then headed out of the bathroom. Greg followed them, seeing that Allison had already finished her chores and was sitting naked in bed.
"Good night, Allison," both girls told her, then left the bedroom to head upstairs.
Allison grinned at Greg. "So does this mean it doesn't bother you to have both of your daughters take a bath in front of you?" she asked.
"No," he replied as he crossed the room to the bed. "It still bothers me a little. I just recognize now that it's no big deal."
Allison reached out and grabbed his crotch. Greg jumped back, laughing.
"I can see that it did something else to you as well," she smiled. "Do you want me to do something about that?"
"You bet I do!" he exclaimed, hurrying to strip out of his clothes.
Wild sex with Allison certainly helped, but he couldn't get the memory of his daughters bathing from his mind. Through the rest of the week, whenever he found himself daydreaming, his thoughts went back to the vision before him in that bathroom that night. Fortunately, with work taking up most of his time during the weekdays, he didn't have much opportunity to think about it. But each night when he returned to the house and saw his daughters, the memory came back full force.
Of course, it didn't help that Lissa continued to bathe with Allison. She didn't do it every night, only twice during the week. But it was enough to keep him thinking about her with Brit. For some reason, the thought of Lissa nude didn't bother him as much, possibly because she had always been so mature for her age, and especially now that she was only a couple of months from her nineteenth birthday, she was old enough to understand things like that. But Brit was still the baby of the family. To Greg, she would always be a little girl, so seeing her in a sexual way disturbed him a little more.
He decided to have a talk with Allison about that swimsuit one night. As soon as he brought it up, Allison nodded.
"You're right," she said. "I should have asked you before buying it."
"You knew I would have said no, but you bought it anyway."
"Yes I did. Greg, you need to understand something. Brit is a teenage girl now. An adolescent. And that means she's learning to come to terms with her sexuality. I know you don't want to hear this right now, but Brit needs a certain amount of sex in her life."
"So you bought her that bikini so that she could attract boys to have sex with her?"
"You're not listening, Greg. Mostly what she needs is to learn to be comfortable as a sexual being. She needs to understand that it's natural and healthy, and yes, that there are limits. But unless we allow her to explore those limits, she'll never learn them. She latched onto Jeff for exactly the reason I told you before: to practice being sexy with someone she could trust. Now that you've taken that away from her--"
"So you're saying this is my fault?"
"No. My statement was completely neutral, not judgmental. Right or wrong, you simply removed one avenue of exploration for her. So what she has left is herself. Sometimes a girl just has a need to feel sexy, even if there's no one else around. So I bought her that bikini to wear when she's all alone. It wasn't my intention when I bought it for you to walk in on her while she was wearing it."
Greg nodded. It did make a kind of sense. Brit hadn't meant for him to see her in that swimsuit after all. His anger at Allison then was most likely a redirection of his own guilt for his unwholesome thoughts. It wasn't fair to Allison or Brit for him to get after them for it.
"Just tell her she's not to wear it anywhere but in our back yard," he said. He couldn't quite bear to insist that Brit wear it only with nobody else around, because in truth, Greg hoped to see her in it again some day.
He thought Saturday might be his chance, especially since Allison and Lissa went out again, and Jeff spent the day with Kari, leaving Brit home alone with Greg. But this time she never even went out to the pool. After breakfast she headed out back to the art studio, and spent the whole morning there. Greg didn't know whether he felt relieved or disappointed. He had hoped to spend a little more time with her, not even necessarily at the pool. He thought it would be fun to sit in the house playing games or even just talking to each other, just the two of them, father and daughter.
When he came right down to it, he felt kind of lonely. The family was big enough that usually when he was at home there was at least one person there with him. But he couldn't fault Allison and Lissa for wanting to catch up on old times, and he had all but told Jeff to stay away as much as possible, so that left only Brit. And if she wanted to be by herself, there was nothing he could do about it.
At noon he decided he could at least go see her in her studio. He fixed some lunch and carried it on a tray out back. When he knocked on the door, she opened it, and her eyes lit up with delight.
"Oh thank you, Daddy," she smiled. "You read my mind. I was just starting to get hungry."
"Anything for my little angel," he said, and she rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. He brought the food in and set it down on the one clear spot on the large desk.
"So what are you working on?" he asked.
She pointed to a bowl of plastic fruit on a stool in the middle of the room, near her easel with her large sketch pad. "Just practicing a bit of still life," she said. "Drawing always helps me think."
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, then realized it probably sounded like prying.
"Oh, just things. Girl things."
"Ah," he smiled. "That's code for 'I don't want to talk about it, especially with an old fogey like my dad.'"
She laughed and threw her arms around him. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Daddy," she said. "Just because I need to keep some of my thoughts private doesn't mean I don't still love you."
"I know you do, sweetie," he said, hugging her back and kissing her on the forehead. "And I love you."
They ate lunch together, after which Brit said it was time for her to take a break from her drawing. Greg wondered if that meant that she now planned to go swimming, but unfortunately she went back in the house and headed straight for her room. Oh well.
He went into his office and spent some time doing work-related things on the computer in there. It helped to keep his mind off of her for a while at least. But half an hour later, he ran out of things to do, and his loneliness returned.
Suddenly, he was in the mood for a milk shake. And not just any milk shake, but one from the ice cream stand near the park. It had been there for nearly twenty years, and he remembered it used to be a family tradition to go get milk shakes from it during the summers. Like many of their traditions, it had stopped after his ex-wife left, but there was really no reason why they couldn't start it up again. Besides, it would give him another excuse to do something with Brit. He got up and headed down the hall to ask if she wanted to hop in the car with him and drive down to the park.
As he approached her door, he heard a sound coming from her room. It was a kind of moaning whine, almost a mewling like a cat. He wondered what was causing that sound, so he stepped up to the door, which was already open a crack, and peeked in.
Brit lay naked on her bed, her legs spread wide and one of her hands between them, rubbing herself vigorously. Her hips squirmed on the bed, thrusting forward and back as she writhed in the pleasure of her self-stimulation. Her other hand groped one of her breasts.
When his eyes went to her face, the image before him was one that he knew he would never forget for the rest of his life. With her eyes closed and an open-mouthed smile on her face, it was an expression of pure ecstasy. Brit was in the throes of intense pleasure.
He knew he should turn away. If he were a proper father he would leave her there and return downstairs. This was a private moment, and the last thing she needed was for someone to spy on her.
He was her father, true, but he was also a man. The sight of this teenage beauty in the midst of erotic self-stimulation was enough to keep any man's attention, father or not.
His throat was dry, and he felt a constriction in his pants as suddenly there was a whole lot more of him down there. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and worse, the effect it was having on him.
Brit's motions suddenly became more intense, almost violent, and he recognized the signs. My daughter is about to have an orgasm! he thought with delight. And I'm going to see it!
Brit sucked in her breath, and her fingers suddenly stopped moving. Time itself seemed to come to a standstill as her body tensed up in its climax. Greg watched with erotic fascination as his daughter experienced the ultimate pleasure, the limits of what her body was capable of.
The sight almost did the same thing to Greg. Not being a natural voyeur, this was a new experience for him. The fact that it was his daughter, rather than disgusting him, made it all the more thrilling because of just how naughty it really was for him to be standing here watching her. It also didn't hurt that she was a beautiful girl that he loved more than just about anything in the whole world.
Then her body gave out, and she let a satisfied groan escape her lips. She lay on the bed panting, her body twitching in the aftershocks of her orgasm. The look on her face remained though, as she lay exhausted on her bed.
Then her eyes went to the crack in the door, and she froze up when she saw him standing there.
Greg was in just as much shock as she was. What was he thinking, watching his daughter masturbate like that? He reached for the doorknob to pull the door closed.
Brit broke down into tears, probably of shame and embarrassment. She closed up her legs and rolled over onto her side facing away from him. "Daddy, I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
Greg felt some of that same embarrassment, and knew that he couldn't just leave her like that. He opened the door and slipped into the room, then closed the door behind him. Her body shook with the sobs.
"Brit," he said soothingly as he sat on the bed. "Angel. It's okay."
"No it's not!" she exclaimed.
He put a hand out, then hesitated as he wondered just how much contact was appropriate between them. He decided that at least he could touch her in places that were fine if she were clothed. He put his hand on her arm, just below the shoulder.
Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. She just continued to cry.
"Daddy, please don't yell at me," she pleaded. "I'm so sorry."
"Britney, I'm not going to yell at you," he replied. "There's no reason for me to. Maybe you should yell at me."
"Yell at you? What for?"
"For invading your privacy. I had no right."
"But... I was the one who was... I mean..."
"You did nothing wrong."
She rolled over onto her back and stared up at him with hope. He forced himself to keep his eyes away from her body, locked on her eyes. Somehow he managed, though not without extreme difficulty.
"Really, daddy?" she asked. "But I thought this was bad."
"I was raised to think that it was bad, and I still have a little bit of an issue with it. On the other hand, I know how hard you've been trying to keep yourself away from your brother," he told her. "Without him to take care of you... well, sometimes a girl just has to spend some time alone."
She sat up, tears still running down her cheeks, but she seemed a little less afraid now.
"So it's really okay, daddy?"
"It's okay. I'd rather have you take care of your own needs than get into a relationship that could hurt you. I just want to see you happy."
She suddenly threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Oh daddy, I love you!"
It was an awkward position, absolutely wrong in one sense and perfectly innocent in another. But before he realized it he had his hands around her back, holding her close.
"I love you too," he whispered.
"Do you love me infinity?" she asked.
He had never heard that term before, but he could guess as to its meaning.
"I love you infinity," he replied with a smile.
"Me too," she said.
"Let me just give you a word of advice," he told her. "Next time, close your door."
They held each other for the longest time. It felt so nice that Greg lost track of the time. It could have been five minutes or half an hour later when he heard her breathing slowly and deeply against his shoulder, and he realized she must have fallen asleep.
He put one of his hands behind her head for support, then slowly leaned forward to lay her gently down on her bed. As he was about to pull away, she squeezed him tightly around the neck.
"Don't go, daddy," she pleaded.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to stay with me. Just a few more minutes, okay?"
"Please daddy? I love you."
He found it incredibly hard to resist her when she was like this. On the other hand, he shouldn't be letting her hug him without her clothes on in the first place, much less lie down together in bed.
But they had already stepped over that line, and he knew he wouldn't take things too far, so he decided just to stay until she fell asleep. He knew that the years when she wanted to be with him were drawing to a close; in a few more years she probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with him. He was going to cherish the time he had with her. Right now she needed her daddy, and he was not about to refuse her.
He climbed up onto the bed with her and lay down next to her. Only then did she release her stranglehold on his neck. He cupped her cheek in his hand, then kissed her tenderly on her forehead. She sighed and smiled, and his heart went out to her. He loved to see her smile, especially when he was the cause of it. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up the sun was still shining, and Brit was still lying in his arms. He had rolled over onto his back, and she lay with her head on his chest, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.
There was a knock at the door. He suddenly realized that whoever was there might get the wrong impression if they saw them like this. He glanced around the room, trying to find something to hide what was going on.
Too late. The door opened, and Allison peeked in.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to wake you. I knocked, but nobody answered."
"Allison, I..." he stammered.
"What?" she asked casually. "Is there something wrong?"
"Well, no... I just thought..."
"Oh, I see," she smiled. "You thought that because I caught you in bed with your daughter, I might suspect you of having sex with her, right?"
"Something like that."
"Well, did you?"
"No, of course not!"
"Then there's no problem, is there? So stop worrying."
"Really?" he asked. "You're not mad?"
"Mad? Because your daughter is taking a nap with you? I think it's wonderful that she still doesn't mind being close to you like that."
"But she doesn't have any clothes on."
"Greg, you know my opinion of nudity, especially among family members. Even if you were naked too I wouldn't think anything of it. If she wants to take her clothes off with you, so what?"
"I guess you're right," he mumbled, though he still wasn't convinced that being in bed with his nude daughter was at all appropriate. Trying to disturb her as little as possible, he laid her on the bed, then got up and followed Allison out of the room, trying unsuccessfully to purge from his mind a new image that had supplanted the one of Lissa and Brit in the bath.