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My Daughter the Exhibitionist

By: jdinthemiddle



Chapter 1 - Brittany sets the rules for her summer at my house.

It always amazed me how just one phone call can so drastically change your life. My call came from my daughter, Brittany.

I grew up in Kansas, and Sheila (Brittany's Mom) and I met when we were in our early 20's. We dated for a few years, and although she ended up pregnant, we never got married. When Brittany was 2 years old Sheila cheated on me, and I decided to deal with it by moving to California. We agreed on a child support payment, and in the 16 years that followed, I never missed a check. Over the years, I did my best to stay in touch by calling Brittany about 3-4 times a month, and by going out to visit her as much as possible. It wasn't the best arrangement, but it could have been a lot worse.

In what seemed like no time at all, Brittany turned 18, and was set to graduate from high school. Through my prodding she agreed to go to college, and I told her I would continue to help her with money as long as she was in school. It was 2 days after she got her diploma when she called.

"Daddy?" 

"Hi, Brit! What's up?"

"Well, it's about college. I was able to get a partial scholarship to a school, and well, the thing is, is that it's right near you in San Diego. I'm already pre-enrolled and on a waiting list for the dorms, and was hoping you could help me pay for what they won't."

"Of course Brit, I always told you I would. Actually, it'd be great to have you so close. We haven't even seen each other for like 3 years now. But you know, honey, California is a lot different than Kansas. It might be a bit of a culture shock when you show up to start school!"

"Well, that's the next thing. Mom already said it would be O.K., so I was wondering how it would be if I came out and stayed with you until school starts. That way we could spend some time together this summer, and I could get to know the area before fall semester!"

To be honest, my first thoughts were a little selfish. Here I was, in my 40's, I've lived alone for years, and was pretty set in my routine. How could I possibly have a roommate for the whole summer? But even after missing practically her entire childhood, my daughter was still asking to spend time with me. It didn't take long for me to answer.

"I'd love to have you stay here, honey! When did you think you might come out?"

"Well, if I pack my car tomorrow, I could be there on Saturday! And don't worry. While I'm there I plan on paying my way by doing all the cooking and cleaning. I promise you won't have to do a thing!"

"I'm sure we can figure all that out when you get here. Are you going to be O.K. driving out here alone?"

"Yes Daddy, no problem. I got your book smarts and your street smarts, so I can definitely take care of myself!" 

So there it was. The girl that I knew mostly from phone calls, who I hadn't even seen since she was 15, was going to be living with me in less than a week. I didn't sleep much the next few days, and I felt pretty anxious trying to imagine what I was in for. When Saturday arrived I spent most of the day cleaning the house and getting her bedroom and bathroom ready. Then I spent the evening waiting for her to arrive. 

It wasn't until after midnight when Brittany finally pulled up. I should have been in bed hours ago, and I was way too tired to give her a proper greeting. I heard her car in the driveway, so I opened the door and stood in the entry while I watched her get out, stretch, and then bounce toward me. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail, and it swayed back and forth across her shoulders as she approached me. She was dressed in big, baggy sweats, and except for the longer hair, she looked pretty much the same as she did the last time I saw her. She dropped her duffle bag in the hall and almost knocked me over with her hug.

"I am so glad to finally be here!" she said with her cheek buried against my chest. "Mom was driving me crazy, and I so needed to get away from her! I promise I will hold up my end of the bargain while I'm here, and by the end of the summer you'll be so spoiled you won't want me to move to the dorms!"

While we stood hugging in the hall, all of my anxiety about having her here for the summer went away, and I began to look forward to having some time to finally get to know my daughter. I knew she had gotten older, but it still felt like I was talking with the same awkward teenage I saw 3 years ago. 

"I'll be happy if you just keep your bedroom and bathroom clean." I said sarcastically back to her. "And just to let you know, your room is upstairs and down the hall from mine, and your bathroom is down here across from my office. The only bathroom upstairs is in my bedroom, so even though this bathroom is a little far from your room, I thought you'd like the privacy of having your own."

"Privacy?!?!" her face twisted, "After living in that cramped condo with Mom, her creepy boyfriend, and my nosey little half-brother, I don't know what privacy is anymore! But don't worry, I promise you'll still have yours, and I won't get in your way." 

"O.K. Brit, now if you don't mind, your old dad needs to get some sleep. We can unload your car and catch up after you get up tomorrow, say around 2 p.m.?" She was notorious for sleeping way past sleeping in, so I half-teased her about it every chance I got.

Pretending to be insulted, she challenged me back, "Yah, right! I'll be up way before you!" 

"We'll see. Now try to get some sleep and I'll see 'ya in the morning." I gave her a kiss on the forehead and said, "I'm really glad your here sweetheart...G'nite!"

"Don't let the bed bugs bite, Dad!"

I could hear her moving around the house as I lay in bed, and it was a nice change from the years of silence I had become accustomed to. I started to think about all of the adjustments I would have to make in the next few months, but I fell asleep before anything specific came to mind.

I woke up at about 9:00 a.m., and was confused for a second by the sound of the stereo downstairs, and the smell of coffee and toast coming from the kitchen. 

"She was up before me" I thought as I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, "Boy do I miss the energy of youth..." Still half asleep, I made my way downstairs.

I was looking forward to a fresh cup of coffee, but my need for caffeine disappeared when I saw my daughter fixing us breakfast. The baggy sweats she was wearing last night were a far cry from the short, thin robe she was wearing this morning, and she barely resembled the lanky 15 year old that she was the last time I saw her. 

Her back was to me when I walked into the kitchen, and my eyes were drawn to how her white satin robe clung to her skin and followed the contour of her obviously firm ass. The bottom hem line was just a couple of inches below her butt, and out from under it grew a pair of smooth, tan, toned legs. Her hair was held in a bun on top of her head by a giant hair clip, and I could see that her robe was starting to slip off of her right shoulder. I cleared my throat to announce my presence, and she turned around smiling as she offered me a steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning, Daddy! I told you I'd be up first!" she said while handing me the cup. "I hope you don't mind that I made myself at home?"

"No, I'm glad you did" was all I could get out while trying not to spill my coffee. I discreetly continued to size her up while she was setting the table.

She had the robe tied loosely at her waist, and it caused the neckline to gape open as she moved around. Despite her mother's small chest she was carrying a set of 34C's, and they stood proud and firm as she arranged the plates and silverware. Although they stayed covered, her nipples were just hard enough to be poking out against the shiny material, and I could tell that they sat high atop her perfect breasts. The deep neck of the robe opened down past her cleavage, and I noticed that her dark tan wasn't interrupted by any bikini lines. The white satin remained closed below the knot tied at her waist, and I felt somewhat relieved that I couldn't see anything more.

We had a great talk over breakfast, and she made me sit and relax while she cleaned up afterward. I glanced over at her right when she was bending down to load the plates in the bottom rack of the dishwasher, and her robe lifted up just enough to expose the bottom curve of her young, round ass. I stood up quickly to avoid seeing anything more, but she started to speak before I could leave.

"Daddy, I already unloaded most of my car this morning, but there are still a few heavy things left. I was hoping you could help me bring them in before I took a shower?"

"Sure Brit. Just come get me in my office when you're ready."

"I'm ready right now if it's O.K.?" Her coy smile and batting eyes were an unnecessary enticement.

"Sure, why not? I'll be in the garage getting a space ready."

I opened the garage door and cleared a small area for her things. Brittany walked in and I was surprised to see that she was still in her robe. I assumed that she was going to wait there and just let me grab the rest of her stuff, but when I walked out to the driveway and opened the door to her car she was standing right behind me.

"Umm..., Brittany? Don't you think you might be a little underdressed to be out here? There's not a lot of action here in the cul-de-sac, and the neighbors tend to keep busy by keeping tabs on everyone else."

Brittany pointed to the house that was 2 away from, but that faced almost directly toward, mine. Feeling like she was already a part of the neighborhood, she said, "Do you mean Glen..., I mean Mr. Rivers? I met him this morning while you were still asleep. He said he saw me last night in the window when I was making up my bed, and that he was happy to see that I finally came out to visit you. Actually, when I told him I would be here all summer, he said that if I wanted to earn some money that he and his wife could use some help around their house! I told him I would have to check with you." 

Her girlish smile then changed to a teasing sneer, "And it didn't seem to bother him that I was in my robe, so I really don't see what the big deal is."

She is legally an adult, and I learned a long time ago never to argue with a woman, so I said nothing else about how she was dressed. I did, however, need to speak up about "Glen".

"Well, I don't know about working for Rivers. I think the summer's gonna go by pretty quick, and I told you I would take care of whatever you needed while you were here. Let's just get your things in the garage and we can talk about it later."

We unloaded her car, and as we carried her things inside, I tried not to stare as her body strained against her robe. A couple of times I glanced over at the neighbor's houses, and at one point I thought I saw the reflection of a camera lens from the Rivers' upstairs window. I barely spoke to Glen, and knew little more about him other than his name. Although it seemed a little strange to me that he would come over, introduce himself, and offer Brittany work, I decided not to make a big deal out of it and kept my mouth shut.

"I'm gonna have to get some wood shutters for the outside of her bedroom windows" I thought while I was wondering just how much Rivers saw of my daughter up in her room last night. "I can only imagine what kind of 'help' he and his wife would need her for around their house."

Her car was finally cleared out, and the garage door slowly slid down its tracks while we went back into the house. Brittany thanked me with a hug, and I went to my office to do a little work while she went to her room to get ready for her shower. A couple of minutes later I heard her walking back down the stairs, and caught a glimpse of her from behind before she disappeared into the bathroom. She was still in her robe, but the satin sash was now hanging down along her legs, extending from the two belt loops it was threaded through. The left side of her robe was tucked back under her left arm, and in her hand she was carrying a large plastic bag full of toiletries. In my younger years I have shared bathrooms with a few different women, and knew how quickly they can take over all the useable counter and drawer space. I was glad I had a full bath in the house that my daughter could use for herself.

After about 10 minutes into her shower, I heard her yell. "Damn it! Daddy..., can you come here please?"

I got up from my desk and knocked on the bathroom door. "What's wrong honey?"

"I forgot to pack my razor and I really need to shave. Do you have one I could use?"

"Yah, I have a pack of disposables upstairs. I'll be right back." 

I grabbed a fresh razor from my medicine cabinet, went back downstairs, and knocked before cracking open the bathroom door. I could reach the counter with my hand without opening the door all the way.

"I'll set it in here by the door, O.K.?"

"Geez dad, I'm kinda dripping wet in here. Could you just bring it in to me?"

"Well, sure... I guess... I'm coming in..."

I opened the door the rest of the way and the steam in the room billowed out past me. The shower curtain was halfway open, and I walked over to set the razor on the edge of the tub. When I leaned in, I saw my daughter standing under the hot water. Her breasts were bulging out from under her right forearm as she held it across her chest to cover them, and her bush was concealed by the flattened out palm of her left hand. I saw her smiling at me before I stood back up to leave, and I heard a giggle and a "Thanks, daddy!" before I walked out and closed the door behind me. I sat back at my desk, but all could think about was the vision of my daughter washing and shaving just across the hall. I guess I really didn't consider what the expectation of privacy would be, but she seemed very unconcerned about her modesty so I decided not to make her uncomfortable by saying anything. 

I instinctively looked over when I heard the bathroom door open, and Brittany gave me a little wave as she walked out, barely covering herself with a towel. I waited until I heard her bedroom door close and radio turn on before I went upstairs to see if she had left any hot water for me. I heard her hair dryer start up just before I turned on my shower, and smiled to myself as I remembered how long it took for her mother to get ready, and how much I hated waiting around for her. While I stood under the spraying water, I tried to think of something we could do that afternoon. Unable to come up with any ideas, my mind went back to the sound of the hair dryer, and I wondered if she had closed her curtains when she went into her bedroom.

At first, I was a little pissed when I thought how Glen might be in his house right now, watching my daughter while she walked around her room naked. But as I kept thinking about it, I started to get turned on, and I reached down to soap up my suddenly stiff cock. Although they were in their 50's, about once a month the Rivers' would have about 8 or 10 couples over for a late night get together. I didn't know for sure, but I always suspected that he and his wife were swingers. I began to think about Glen and his wife hiding in their dark house talking to each other about the hot young body on display across the street. My stroke quickened as I imagined Brittany taking him up on his offer to earn some extra money, and what they might want her to do once they had her alone in their house. In just seconds I erupted in the shower, followed immediately by wondering what came over me to have such unnatural thoughts about my daughter. I felt guilty as I finished washing, and when I was through, I took my time getting dressed. I dismissed my strange fantasy and subsequent arousal to the fact that I just hadn't been laid in a while. Brittany was back downstairs, so I snuck a peek in her room before joining her, and was relieved to see the curtains drawn closed across her windows.

Brit was sitting on the couch in the living room, clicking the cable remote trying to figure out the channels. Her feet were tucked under her, and whatever lotion she had used after her shower gave her freshly shaved legs a bit of a sparkle. All she was wearing was a small pair of girls "boxer" shorts and a thin, white, "wife-beater" type undershirt. Her tits were relaxed and soft, but the dark red circles were clearly visible through the almost transparent cotton top. My eyes moved to her face just in time as she looked at me to speak.

"Daddy? Since I'm gonna be living in California now, I'm really gonna need some clothes that aren't so... you know..., blah. And since you have a pool, I'm gonna need to get a swimsuit so I can go swimming and lay out. I was unpacking my suitcases, and now that I'm here, all my stuff just seemed so gross, and well..., like boring old Kansas!"

"And..." I said smiling knowing exactly what she was going to say next.

"Do you think I could go shopping today and maybe get a couple of new things to wear?"

"No problem honey, it'll give me a chance to do some things around here while you're gone. But you are going to change before you go though, aren't you?"

"Don't be stupid Dad! I only dress like this around the house, and you better get used to it. But if I did wear this shopping, I probably wouldn't need to use YOUR credit card to buy stuff!" She winked and smiled at me as she stood up. "Well, I guess I better go put on some church clothes so you'll let me leave the house!"

"Speaking of credit cards, you better let me check the balances on mine before you change. I wouldn't want you to come back from the mall empty handed!"

She started up the staircase and yelled back to me, "In 18 years my Daddy has never let me down, and I know he's not gonna start now!"

I had spent all these years beating myself up for only being a part-time father, and a giant weight lifted from my shoulders the moment I heard those words. Sure, my daughter had just manipulated me into financing her no-limit shopping spree, but it didn't diminish the sincerity of what she said and how good it made me feel to hear it. I went to my office and printed out directions to the mall, and wrote my cell number on a copy of my I.D. in case she had any trouble using my credit card. She came back downstairs, and as promised she was dressed much more conservatively.

I took my time looking her over, and almost laughing I said, "Gee Brit, you really do need to go clothes shopping!"

"Whatever Dad, I only wore this to make you happy, you know!"

"I'm just teasing sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful, and I wish I could go with you and make everyone jealous thinking we were a couple!"

"I don't think you'd really like hanging around all alone while I was trying everything on, and it might be better if you didn't know how much I was spending! Besides, no one would possibly believe that a hot chick like me would ever hook up with a dinosaur like you!"

I gave her my card, the directions, and a swift slap on her ass before sending her on her way. No sooner than her car left the driveway that I ran upstairs and into her room. The curtains were open, and I was surprised to see that her boxers and tank top were on the floor directly under the window. Until now, her room was basically unused, and I never really noticed that from the window, there was a clear view directly into the Rivers' upstairs front bedroom. I guess he wasn't kidding about seeing her last night. It wasn't going to be easy, but I knew I would have to find a way to make her realize how easily she could be seen up there. As a precaution, I closed her drapes before going down to my office.

The afternoon flew by, and I forgot to eat lunch while I was surfing around on-line. I finished going through my e-mails and updating my financial pages, and decided to check out some websites that had pictures of college girls. I imagined how it would feel if I happened to see some pictures of Brittany, and wondered who might be lucky enough to take them. I had to stop myself before I ended up back in the shower, so I left my office and went to the kitchen. It was about 5:30, so I grabbed a beer and started to make some salads for dinner. I figured Brittany would be home soon and that she would probably be just as hungry as I was. I had just finished my second beer when she walked in the front door.


My Daughter, The Exhibitionist



If you expect people to behave consistently, you simply have not had enough experience with people. That is one of the things I have learned as I have gotten older and I learned it, of course, through experience.

My name is Theodore but everyone calls me Ted. I am an attorney in a large city in Florida and my life is comfortable. Most people think all attorneys are fabulously rich, but that is not true. Some attorneys are millionaires but many of us live a middle class lifestyle. I have a 4 bedroom, 2½ bath house with approximately 2,400 square feet. I have a swimming pool and a hot tub surrounded by a privacy fence and my home is well landscaped, but it is not a mansion. It is a nice house in a nice subdivision.

I'm 40 years old and divorced. My wife -- Pat -- and I met when I was 24 years old and finishing law school. She had a 2 year old daughter named Lisa. Pat had lived a wild life a few years earlier and she simply had no idea about who was the father of her daughter. After giving birth, Pat had settled down and stopped acting like a slut. She got a job as a secretary at a law firm and I met her when I worked as a clerk for the same firm.

All it took was one or two mixed drinks and Pat was the wildest woman I had ever dated. She was no longer living like a slut but she had not forgotten how to have wild sex. We started "doin' it" on our third date and we quickly got very active. I had been with several women in the past but I was certainly not tremendously experienced in all the variations of how two people can have orgasms together.

In retrospect, I think Past had grown up being self-conscious of her small boobs. Most women think that every guy on the planet wants to see a girl with humongous tits and that simply is not true. In her mind, her 34A titties made her less of a woman and I think she tried to compensate by acting so uninhibited. She also kept her pubic hair completely shaved. The effect was not to make her look like a "little" girl, but she did look like an innocent nymph. Personally, I thought her titties looked sexy and I couldn't see them naked without wanting to grab them and suck and lick on her nipples.

Pat taught me many things. We had sex in almost every position I have ever heard of. We did it missionary style, of course, and we did it doggy style. We did it with her on top and we did it in the reverse cowgirl. I had never done the reverse cowgirl because I had never before had a girlfriend who was so uninhibited about me seeing her anus but nothing stopped Pat from having sex in every imaginable position.

We did it with her standing and bent over the back of a sofa and we did it standing up in the shower. She gave me hand jobs and I made her cum with my fingers. I fucked her little titties and came on her nipples. We had oral sex and frequently did it in the 69 position. She loved to swallow cum and I loved it when I came in her mouth.

A few months after we had started dating, Pat asked me to fuck her in the ass. I had never had anal sex before and I thought that most women would not do it because of the pain. Pat told me that it was just a matter of the girl relaxing. Once she had my dick covered in K-Y and I was sliding into her ass, I don't think I could have stopped if she had begged me. I had never before felt anything so arousing, so absolutely nasty and taboo and fun. The first time we had anal sex, I thought the tip of my dick was going to explode I came so hard.

I had never used a vibrator on a woman and I guess it was obvious the first time she pulled a vibrator from her bedside table. She took the vibrator from my hand and showed me how she used it on herself. "Wow!" I said. ""I've never seen a girl do herself."

"Well, I can fix that," she replied. She turned off the vibrator and put her right hand between her legs. She started playing with her pussy and my dick got as hard as steel. As soon as she came, she picked up the vibrator and showed me how she came using her toy. When I finally stuffed my dick in her, it didn't take long for her to have another orgasm. Feeling the spasms running through the walls of her cunt was all it took for me to unload and fill her hole with my sperm.

The next time we did it doggy style, she asked me to stick the vibrator in her ass while I fucked her pussy. I began to wonder if there was anything she wouldn't do to have an orgasm.

Aside from a few days every month, we did it almost constantly, and during those few days every month, I got hand jobs, blow jobs, and anal sex. I was certain that I had died and gone to heaven. Being so young and inexperienced, I wanted this to last for the rest of my life, so I asked Pat to marry me, and she accepted my proposal.

Fortunately, one of my co-worker attorneys strongly suggested that I get a pre-nuptial agreement and Pat readily consented. We were married about 6 months after I graduated from law school, passed the bar exam, and began practicing.

* * *

Nine or ten years passed and all was well. I was successful in my career and Pat continued to work as a legal secretary. She never got pregnant and we never went through the medical routine to determine what the problem was. I did get very attached to Lisa. I was the only father she had ever known and she grew up calling me "Daddy." That word was music to my ears and I simply adored her. Even though I am an attorney, I never adopted Lisa. Pat and I discussed it and it would have been embarrassing for both of us to go to court, appear before a judge who I saw on a regular basis, and tell him that Pat had been such a slut that she didn't know the identity of Lisa's father. So, I did not adopt Lisa . . . but I was her father and everyone knew it.

Don't get the wrong idea. I was not one of those fathers who thought his daughter could do no wrong. I was definitely her father and not her best friend. There were times that she needed discipline and I provided it. Usually that was making her go to bed after dinner or taking away a privilege but there were a few occasions when Lisa got a spanking. I never, ever hit her hard enough to cause any harm whatsoever but it was a traumatic experience for her and it didn't happen very often.

As you might guess, Pat was rather uninhibited about being dressed, or undressed, at home, and she frequently walked around the house either nude or in just her panties. Lisa was clearly her mother's daughter and, when she was a little girl, she loved to run around the house naked after her bath. By the age of 7 or 8, she slept in just her panties but, a few years later, when she began to develop boobs, she started sleeping in a tee-shirt and panties.

* * *

The problems started about ten years into the marriage, when Lisa was twelve years old. Pat became interested in attending church and she started taking Lisa with her. I attended on occasions but not on a very regular basis. I have religious beliefs and I do not frown upon people who attend church and are open about their beliefs. However, I do have a problem with religious zealots and I feared that Pat was heading in that direction.

About six months into the church attendance, Pat announced that she was going to stop drinking alcohol. Her attitudes started to become more "prim and proper." She no longer left our bedroom unless she was fully dressed or at last covered with a long robe. She insisted that Lisa start wearing pajamas; Lisa complained but her mother insisted. 

Our sex life started changing. We had sex less often and it was almost always missionary style. I never complained about doing it in a very traditional position but, after years of having such a wild sex life, this seemed like a peculiar state of affairs. There was no more oral sex, anal sex, or sex toys. There was no sex in the pool and there were certainly no screaming orgasms. Then, Pat started working only 20 hours per week so that she would have time to volunteer for church activities. 

We didn't need the money from her full-time job but I was concerned that Pat was getting deeper and deeper into religious fanaticism. I took my vows seriously and I assumed this was the "worse" part of the "for better and for worse" promise. I had no intentions of leaving Pat -- or Lisa -- and I hoped that this was just a passing phase. 

For three years, I waited for the phase to pass and it finally did. Pat stopped attending church, and she stopped rather abruptly. She started drinking alcohol again and we started doing something a little different between the sheets, but not like the "old" days. Things weren't quite right. It seemed that Pat was just going through the motions rather than truly enjoying our sexual activities. I rarely heard her say "I love you" and she looked depressed.

After a year of waiting for things to improve, I finally had "the talk" with Pat. I explained my concerns and related my observations or her. I asked her what was wrong and she started crying.

"I'm not in love with you anymore," she sobbed. "I'm sorry, you deserve much better, but I can't lie about this. I just don't love you anymore."

"What happened? How long? What . . . is there someone else?" I had a million questions and they all wanted to come out at once.

She stopped crying and became a little calmer. "I think it started when I was goin' to church," she said, her voice sounding weak. "And, I'm sorry, but, yes . . . there is someone else."

"Who?" I blurted out my question before she had even finished her last sentence.

"The preacher . . . the preacher's wife," she said. 

* * *

Pat apologized a million times. She explained that she had been in a few brief relationships with girls when she was younger and she had assumed that it was just normal curiosity. When she started volunteering at church, she had worked very closely with the preacher's wife -- Zelda (I absolutely hate that name) -- and they had become very close friends. They had confessed to each other all of their past sins and, coincidentally, Zelda also had a lesbian relationship in her past.

It doesn't take any imagination to understand how this relationship escalated. Pat and Zelda had a sexual affair for about three months and then Zelda wanted to end it; she told Pat that her duty was to support her husband and this relationship was just wrong as well as sinful. That was when Pat had stopped attending church.

I could have forgiven Pat; it would have been difficult but I could have done that . . . but she didn't love me. I did not want a marriage without love and that is what I told Pat. Her response was to simply say, 'then I guess we'll have to get a divorce.'

So we got a divorce. It took about five months for the divorce to become final and, during that time, Pat and I continued to live in the same house, though we didn't share a bedroom. There was no open hostility but it was obvious to Lisa -- who was now 16 years old -- that this was not the way things were meant to be.

Because of the prenuptial agreement, I was not required to pay Pat any alimony. I agreed to give her a lump sum of $50,000 and she agreed to sign everything else over to me. I had never adopted Lisa so I could make no claim to custody and I wouldn't even have any legally enforceable visitation rights, but we both knew that Lisa would want to spend time with me.

While our divorce was pending, I heard that Zelda and her husband were getting a divorce. The church was rocked with the scandal and the preacher barely held on to his job. As part of their divorce, Zelda agreed to move at least 100 miles away; I assume the preacher, or the church, paid her for that concession. They didn't have any kids to complicate matters and the preacher's life would obviously be much easier if Zelda was not around to remind the congregation of the past. (Years later, the preacher confessed that he had used drugs when he was a teenager. How people feel about the past depends on whether it's your past or their past that's being discussed.)

Knowing this, I wasn't surprised when Pat came to me and said that she had decided to move away from town when the divorce became final. I asked her if she was leaving to be with Zelda and she candidly conceded that, indeed, that was her plan. I am grateful that she didn't lie about it.

"What about Lisa?" I asked. "Do you want her around when you're havin' your lesbian relationship, so all the kids in school can tease her about her mother bein' a carpet muncher? Do you think she wants to leave 'er school and all 'er friends here?" Now I was getting angry.

"I don't want to leave 'er. It would kill me, but . . . you might be right. Maybe we should ask her. If she says that she doesn't want to leave, are you okay with her stayin' here with you?"

"Of course she can stay here if that's what she wants. But we need to ask her. At her age, it wouldn't be very smart to try to force her to do somethin' she doesn't wanna do."

Pat and I sat and talked with Lisa. Pat didn't want Lisa to know about her lesbian relationship but I thought it was unfair to not tell her. How could she possibly decide on whether to move with her mom when she didn't know that another woman would be sharing a bedroom with her mother? So I told her. And I told her that she could stay with me or go with her mother and, if she went with her mother, I would make arrangements for us to visit as often as possible.

Lisa was stunned. She looked at her mother with absolute contempt and loathing. I had never seen Lisa get that angry about anything. 

She didn't respond to the questions that day but, if you know teenagers at all, especially teenage girls, then you know what Lisa decided. Of course she didn't want to leave her school and friends. It was decided that Lisa would stay with me and she would go to visit her mom on a regular basis.

* * *

At last, the divorce was final and Pat packed up her belongings. She and Lisa had a tearful goodbye and then Pat came to bid me farewell. She started to apologize once again and I stopped her.

"I know you feel some remorse about this situation but it's too late to say you're sorry. You made this happen and a million 'I'm sorry's' won't change a damn thin'. I don't hate you but I'm ready for you to get our ass out of here. So . . . just take your sorry ass away from here and don't come back!"

"Take good care of my daughter," she said as she turned to leave.

"I'll take extremely good care of our daughter," I retorted.

* * *

Lisa stayed in her bedroom for a few hours. I left her alone for awhile but then I went to her. I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I opened the door and saw her laying on her bed, crying. I got on the bed beside her, put my arms around her, and then I started crying.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry for you. You don't deserve this," she said.

"You don't deserve this either, sweetie." I responded. "Sometimes, life sucks . . . but at least we've got each other." I kissed her on her forehead and we lay there silently until we fell asleep.

* * *

A few days later, Lisa announced that she wanted to have a talk about house rules.

"Daddy, before Mom started goin' to church, everything around here was so relaxed and comfortable and then, it got kinda weird."

"Yeah, I know, sweetie. I know." I wasn't sure that I knew exactly what she was referring to but I knew the feeling that she was talkin' about.

"When Mom started goin' to church, all of a sudden it was . . . you can't do this and you can't do this, and things weren't so comfortable anymore. I couldn't be myself. I'm glad she's gone!"

"Sweetie, before you get into anything more specific, let me explain a few things to you. First, since your Mom is gone, she doesn't make our rules anymore; we make the rules. Second, I'm your father -- maybe not legally -- but it's my job to be your father and to make sure that you are safe and you finish growin' up with a good set of morals and values for yourself. Third, I sure want you to be comfortable 'round here."

"Daddy, I hate pajamas and this stuff about 'don't leave your bedroom without a bathrobe on' is just bullshit. We're family and we've seen each other in our underwear plenty of times before so . . . what's the big deal? I mean, I don't want to run around naked and I'm not plannin' on runnin' around in my underwear in front of strangers but . . . when it's just you and me, why can't it be more relaxed?"

"Honey, you got to understand the situation. I'm a man and you are a drop-dead beautiful 16 year old girl. If somebody hears that I'm prancin' around in just my underwear in front of you, or you're prancing around in your underwear in front of me, they'll get the wrong idea and report us to the Department of Children and Families. We don't need that to happen. They'll take you away from me and send you to live with your mother. You don't want that, do you?"

"You know I don't, Daddy. I wanna stay here with you."

"Honey, if I knew for a fact that nobody would ever find out and it would never cause a problem . . . I'd tell you to wear as little as you want. Personally, I don't care if you run around the house naked all the time, but we can't take a chance on that. But, you don't have to wear pajamas, and you can run around the house as undressed as you want when I'm not here. You can go skinny dippin' in the pool or sunbathe naked as a newborn baby, I don't care, as long as I'm not here and nobody else is here. You understand, don'tcha?"

"I do understand, Daddy. But . . . does it have to last forever?" she asked.

"It has to last 'til you're 18 and then you can do whatever you want," I replied. "'Til then, I'll be goin' with you to buy clothes and to make sure that what you wear is okay. You don't have to dress like a nerd but I don't want you lookin' like a slut, either. Got it?" I asked.

"I've got it. When do we go shopping?" 

Women never miss an opportunity, do they?

* * *

The next year and a half were very happy times for Lisa and me. She did all the things that normal teenage girls do. She did fairly well in school and she seemed to be popular among her friends. She had some dates and I showed each and every one of those boys my shotgun collection. It wasn't very subtle but I didn't care. I bought her a car and she appeared to be as happy as a teenage girl can be, but I suspected that her mother's abandonment of the family had left an indelible scar on her psyche.

I had a few dates, mostly with female lawyers I met in litigation but occasionally I dated a secretary from another law firm or a court reporter. Every time I had a date, Lisa seemed to get in a bad mood and I suspected that she was jealous of another woman getting any of my attention. I never had more than two or three dates with any of the women. I never sensed any feelings developing for any of them and I wanted love just as much as I needed sex. However, none of the dates ever ended with a romp in the hay. The only relief I ever had was jerking off to internet porn. It would be different when Lisa graduated and went off to college.

* * *

Lisa's 18th birthday was in October of her senior year in high school. We planned a big pool party with a DJ and catered food. I warned her that no alcohol would be allowed and she understood; I really wasn't worried about her but I did have questions about some of her friends. she wasn't dating anyone at that time so she planned to have a few of her girl friends spend the night.

Lisa wanted a new bikini for the party (remember, we live in Florida and it's hot here in October.) We went shopping and she wanted to get a thong bikini. She tried it on and we were in a small boutique with no other customers in the store, so she called me into the fitting room to see it on her. I told her that she could wear that at home when no one else was present but I didn't think she should wear that to her birthday party.




My Daughter, The Exhibitionist



"Maybe I should just wear my birthday suit," she said teasingly. "After all, I will be 18 and I can do whatever I want."

"Let's clarify something," I said to her. "I remember tellin' you that you could do whatever you want when you turn 18. That means that your conduct is just a matter between you and me and no one can take you away from me anymore. But you still live in my house and we still have some rules."

"Okay, daddy, but what's wrong with a thong?" she pleaded.

"Honey, you're a beautiful, sexy young girl and every boy at that party's goin' to want one thing from you. We've had this talk before. At your age, boys just wanna get in your panties. That's all they think about. And the more of your body you let them see, the more they think that you're wantin' the same thing. Hell, when I see your butt hangin' out of that thong, I don't even know whether I should trust myself! So, unless you plan on havin' sex with every boy at that party, it's just unfair to tease 'em like that."

"So I can get the thong and another bikini for the party?" she said, never missing an opportunity.

"Of course you can," I answered.

* * *

Her birthday finally arrived and she had about 30 kids at the house. They all attended her school so there weren't any older guys for me to worry about, but . . . 17 and 18 year old boys are quite enough to worry any daughter's father. All the girls were wearing bikinis and I got more than an eyeful of young delectable honeys.

Fortunately, most of the boys at that age act like jerks and girls don't find them very appealing, so there were no significant problems at the party. All of the guys and some of the girls were gone by 11 PM and the other girls were spending the night. They all came in and went into Lisa's bedroom.

I was sitting in the living room, watching the late news on television. I could hear giggling and light-hearted banter coming from Lisa's bedroom and I was glad that Lisa and the girls were having fun. After a few minutes, I heard the bedroom door open, followed by footsteps approaching.

Lisa walked into the living room and she was wearing only panties and a tee-shirt. I looked up at her with surprise showing on my face.

"Daddy, this is what most of the girls are wearing to sleep in and . . . I am 18 now, right? Remember what you said?"

"I remember honey, I do. I just don't want anybody gettin' the wrong idea," I replied.

I was sittin' in the middle of the sofa. Lisa was facing me and she lowered herself to the sofa, straddling me as she placed her arms around my neck. She whispered in my ear, "There isn't any wrong idea. This is the way's it's supposed to be, Daddy. I love you so much. It was the best party ever but we're all tired so we're gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight." She kissed me on the cheek and then she stood up and walked back to her bedroom.

I was painfully aware of the boner in my pants and soon retired to my bedroom to seek some relief.

* * *

The next morning, I got up and went into the kitchen to start some coffee. Lisa was already awake and finishing a bowl of cereal.

"Everybody else still sleepin'?" I asked.

"No, Daddy. Everybody's gone. Katy and Jesse had to work this mornin' and Lizzie was goin' shoppin' with her mom. So it's just you and me."

"Do you have any plans for the day?" I asked.

She stood and gathered her bowl and cup to place in the dishwasher. "No. Maybe just lay by the pool a little. I have a new suit to wear, you know." She paused for a moment and then asked, "It doesn't really bother you, does it?" My new suit?"

"Bother isn't the right word, sweetie. Now that you're 18, it's true that you can do whatever you want because nobody can take you away from me. But you can't forget that I'm a guy and you're a girl and that suit looks way too good on you. When I said that I didn't know whether I could control myself, I didn't mean that maybe I would jump on your bones and have my way with you. What I meant was that seein' you partially naked brings out a certain reaction in me that I can't hide, and . . .."

"You mean you might get an erection lookin' at your little girl cavortin' around so scantily clad?" she teased me.

"Hell, yes, that's what I mean. Look at you right now! You're wearin' your panties and tee-shirt and the way those panties and huggin' your private parts, I can tell that you probably keep yourself shaved free of any pubic hair. You think a healthy heterosexual male isn't gonna respond to that? No father is supposed to get a boner lookin' at his daughter and I don't want you thinkin' I'm some sort of perv, honey, but this ain't easy on me!"

"Why, Daddy, I would be quite flattered knowin' that I caused you to get aroused, but I don't wanna be unfair to you. Would it be better for you if I didn't wear that suit when you're around and maybe I didn't walk around the house in just my panties?"

"Honey, I just don't want you thinkin' I'm weird because I get hard seein' you."

"Daddy, I love you. I wouldn't think you were weird if you walked around with a boner all day long."

Ten minutes later, Lisa was walking around the house in her new thong bikini and I was suffering from a throbbing erection. She was simply stunning, breathtaking. Like her mother, Lisa had small boobs. In fact, she was the same size as her mother -- 34A -- which I knew because I bought the bras for her. She wasn't flat-chested and she certainly didn't look like a boy, but she didn't have "melons," either. Her boobs stood up proud and perky and the suit accented her boobs very nicely. 

Lisa wasn't skinny but she was close to a hard body. She didn't participate in sports and she didn't work out; I guess she just naturally had a tight body. She had a cute face with light brown hair that was shoulder length and mostly straight the way that girls wore their hair in the 1970's. The bikini bottom covered her pussy but nothing more than that and I suspected that it might even become transparent when it got wet. She didn't have a big round ass; maybe some guys like that but 'I don't like big butts.' Her ass cheeks were small and they looked like they were very tight and toned.

She went out to the pool and I stayed in the house. Several times I looked out on the pool from my second floor bedroom window and Lisa looked like a vision of loveliness. After being out there for awhile, she rolled over on her stomach and untied her bikini top so the strings fell to the side. From a distance, it looked as if she was completely nude.

I closed the drapes almost completely so that I could see out but she wouldn't see me if she looked up. I then proceeded to jerk off while looking at my incredibly cute daughter. I didn't feel any pride in myself for doing that, but I did feel an enormous amount of lust.

Lisa came inside about an hour later and she came looking for me.

"Daddy, can I ask you something that's kinda personal?" she began.

"Sure, honey."

"Well, uh . . . I'll just get it right out. If I wanted to get a boob job, would you pay for it?"

"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "Where's that comin' from?"

"Well, last night, after I went back to my bedroom, we played Truth or Dare for a little while and we all ended up taking off our tops and sleeping in just our panties, and I was kinda comparin' myself to them, and it's obvious my boobs are just too small!"

"Honey, your boobs are not too small. They look just right to me."

"What would you know? You haven't even seen 'em since I was maybe 9 years old," she said with a hint of anger in her voice.

"You're right I haven't seen 'em but I know they're 34A and that was your Mom's size and I saw hers a bunch."

"Well, I'm not my mom and I think my boobs are too small. Here, I'll show you!"

Before I could say anything, she reached behind her back, released the clasp on her bikini top and pulled it away from her torso.

"There! They're tiny! I look like a boy compared to other girls my age." She started to pout but I suspected that this was a carefully orchestrated manipulation on her part.

"Okay, tell me this. When you said that they're too small, well . . . too small for what?"

"Too small to attract any guy over the age of 14," she responded.

"Have you ever had any guy tell you that your boobs are too small?" I asked. I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the answer to this question.

"Well, no, but . . . guys don't even ask me out."

"Honey, you've dated several guys and you'll date many more guys and eventually you'll meet the right guy and settle down with him and you'll probably have to keep a stick by your side of the bed to keep him away when you don't want your boobs fondled or sucked." I couldn't believe I had just said that but I had.

Lisa laughed. She looked at me a bit sheepishly and asked, "Do you like my boobs, Daddy?"

"Oh, honey, lookin' at those perky little boobs of yours, I wish I was a young guy so I could chase after you. Those are the same size as your mom's and I loved her titties. We used to go to sleep spooning, you know, her on her left side and me on my left side, behind her, right against her, and I'd reach over with my right hand and find a boob to caress and I'd go to sleep like that, the happiest guy in the world. You have beautiful boobs and you shouldn't change a thing about 'em."

"But guys want big boobs and I want somebody to want me!" she explained.

"Honey, some guys want big boobs and some guys want little boobs. Some guys want big butts and some guys want tiny butts. You get the idea? There are plenty of guys out there -- and I know 'cause I'm one of 'em -- who want small boobs."

"Daddy, that part about you and mom goin' to sleep sounded so nice. You must miss her a lot."

"Well . . . yes and no. I miss the way things were when we were younger. I don't miss the way things were the last four years. And I do miss havin' someone in my bed who wants me. I know the feelin' of wanting to be wanted."

She looked up at me and I could see tears started to form. "Daddy, I'm afraid when somebody sees me all naked that they'll just laugh and run away and nobody'll ever want me!"

"I would never laugh at you," I said.

As soon as I said that, she placed her thumbs under the strings of her thong and, in one fluid motion, had the thong down around her ankles. She then stepped out of the thong and stood completely naked before me.

"I need to know that there's someone who won't laugh at me and run away," she explained.

I looked up . . . but I mostly looked down. As I suspected, her pussy was shaved clean and she did not have those protruding inner lips like some girls have. Her pussy looked like a simple slit formed by two flat lips. I already had an erection but looking at her pussy turned it into a bone of steel.

Now a tear was running down her cheek. I opened my arms and she came to me, pushing her naked tits against my chest. She hugged me and told me that she loved me.

"Daddy, will anybody ever want me the way that you wanted mom?" she asked. I wasn't sure that it was a rhetorical question.

"Honey, I love you just as much as I ever loved your mother, and . . . my love for you will never, ever end. If I was younger . . .. You're beautiful, smart, funny, energetic, you're everything that any man could ever want. And," I said as I reached down and gave her bottom a quick and gentle squeeze, "you have the cutest butt in the entire world."

* * *

I said goodnight to Lisa and went to bed around 11:30. A few minutes later, while I was still awake, she entered my bedroom, got under the sheets on the bed to my left, and rolled over on her left side. She never said a word. She scooted back until I was spooned up against her. She then took my right arm, pulled it over her side and brought my hand to her right breast. She was not wearing any panties or any tee-shirt. My daughter was completely naked and I felt her naked body pressed against me.

My fingers felt her bare nipple harden as I traced its beautiful contours. I felt myself getting hard and it would have been impossible for her to not feel my reaction to her wonderfully naked body.

"I need to know that I'm loved and that I'm wanted in the way that a man wants a woman," she said quietly.

"I love you . . . but I'm your father," I whispered in her right ear. 

"I love you . . . and you're not my father by blood or marriage," she responded.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I think I've already got what I want," she responded.



My Daughter the Exhibitionist Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Brittany Settles In and Makes Some Friends

Brittany's first day at my house took me by surprise, to say the least. All of a sudden I found myself caught between the guilt of looking at my daughter as a woman instead of my child, and the thrill of having her womanhood flaunted right in front of me. Since Brit was quite clear about her intentions of how she would be dressing, it was going to be up to my "guilt" to keep my "thrill" in check. 

"My alone time is going to be at a premium", I thought Monday morning as I was taking my shower. "And I have to limit my fantasies to be about women who aren't sleeping across the hall", I continued to think while trying to make a deal with myself. Of course once the thought of Brittany sleeping across the hall crossed my mind, my body refused to keep up its end of the bargain, and my shower ended up taking about 10 minutes longer than I had planned. 

During the next five days, while I was working, Brittany kept busy just as she promised. She spent her time cleaning, cooking, doing laundry; basically whatever needed to be done. I gave her money to go grocery shopping, and she used the opportunity to do some exploring and to get to know the community. I hated to admit it, but she was right. Even though it hadn't even been a week, I was starting to enjoy being spoiled like this.

Also, as she made me well aware of on her first night here, her attire around the house continued to leave little to the imagination. Tube tops, tank tops, t-shirts, and half shirts were all worn with either short shorts, mini skirts, or just a skimpy pair of panties. Our evening conversations were never dull, and I was careful not to show even the slightest reaction when a careless movement on her part would provide me with a brief, but welcome view of her flawless form. As Brittany settled in, her comfort level began to grow, and her sense of freedom and openness with her body seemed to grow along with it. I found out just how free she felt, late on our first Friday night.

Brittany made a great dinner, and because it was the start of the weekend, we both emptied a few beers while we ate. She sat across the table from me wearing a conservative black and red bikini top that she must have "forgot" that she had packed, and a pair of frilly white booty shorts that left the bottom half of her cheeks seductively exposed. The afternoon sun shined directly through the windows along the back of the house, and the lack of a cooling breeze made her tan skin glow from her perspiration.

We talked non-stop, and the time flew as we casually ate. Eventually there was a momentary break in our conversation, and we were surprised at how neither of us noticed that the fading light of the setting sun had been replaced by the ominous glow of the rising moon. The dark of the night brought no break from the heat of the day, and it gave Brittany no reason to add to her mismatched outfit while we worked together to clean up from dinner. After we had finished, she was obviously restless and uncomfortable as she began to pace around the kitchen and living room.

"Daaad", she whined, "why is it so freakin' hot?" Her tone reminded me of her mother. "Does everyone in San Diego just sit around and sweat all summer?"

"Well, I don't know about everyone, but I've been known to take the occasional cold shower to help break the heat."

"A cold shower, huh? Yah, I bet you've taken a lot of those the last few years!" Her sharp teasing was a reflection of the beers she had drank during dinner. "I think I'd rather drop an ice cube down my shorts!"

"Fine! And I'll be the first to put it there! But first you'd have to actually wear a pair!"

"Good one, Dad. But it's comfort first, remember? So what about your pool? Don't you ever go swimming?"

I sat in silence for a moment trying to come up with a reasonable answer. "Actually, it's kinda funny. It sits out there year-after-year and I keep paying to maintain it, but I never think about getting in."

"Well, I'm thinking about it right now! And I wanna go for a swim!" She stomped her foot down in a pretend tantrum, and it made her tits jiggle under her bikini top.

"I'll tell 'ya what, Brit. You're pretty much wearing a suit already, so if you'll wait for me, I'll go upstairs and change into mine, and be right back down to join you."

"Really, you'll swim with me?" The beer was still exaggerating her emotions when she threw her arms around my neck, "Yay! Now hurry up or I won't wait!"

I turned on the back patio light, and it reflected off the top of the calm pool water. I couldn't remember the last time I was in the water, or even my swim suit. Regardless, it seemed like a simple request from my daughter, so I went upstairs to get ready for a dip.

I returned to the living room wearing my once loose fitting pair of surf trunks, and then slid the patio door open to look for Brittany. I heard her bathroom door open, and I looked over just when she rounded the corner from the hall. I watched her as she made her way slowly toward me and the pool, and for a moment I forget to feel guilty as I let my eyes roam freely over her body. She had removed the two items of clothing she was wearing during dinner, and was now totally nude as she moved across the room. 

For the second time in less than a week, I found myself looking at my daughter's naked body. The only difference was that this time, my clothing couldn't do a thing to hide any unwanted reaction. Despite the minimal amount of clothes she wore each evening, I noticed for the first time that her tan had actually gotten darker, and that there was still a curious absence of bikini lines. And apparently, the razor I gave her this past weekend had gone unused, because she now had a triangle shaped patch of light brown hair growing in right where she had so carefully shaved last Sunday. 

She smiled as she pushed past me and said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

Knowing that my neighbors would immediately investigate the sound of splashing water coming from my yard, I turned off the patio light before joining her at the edge of the pool. She looked me over, and spoke up with alcohol fueled bravery.

"Are you kidding me with those swim trunks? Maybe you should have come with me to the mall! There is no way you are getting in this pool wearing those things, and there's no way that you aren't getting in this pool! I think you should "man up", Daddy, and join me for a quick skinny dip!"

"I don't know, Brit. I guess your old dad is just a little bit shy." I lied, trying to find a way to hide my eventual arousal. She took my explanation at face value, however, and continued to chip away at me.

"Look, Daddy. If you were trying to "perv-out" on me it would be totally different. You know at Mom's house, walking around naked was unavoidable, and no one even gave it a second thought. So strip down old man, and come on in!" Then, with a splash and a shriek, Brittany was submerged in the pool.

While her head was still under the water, I quickly slid off my shorts and jumped in after her. I couldn't believe I was now swimming naked with my daughter, and after the first few awkward moments I began to get much more comfortable. We splashed around in the dark water for just a short while, and I was relieved that the cold pool caused my manhood to shrink, denying its true desire to stand at attention. Then, after just 10 minutes of enduring our frigid bath, Brittany let me know that she had had enough.

"Dad, this water is frickin' freezing! I'm getting out!"

I stared at her perfectly shaped ass as she climbed out of the pool, and noticed that her entire body was covered in goose pimples. I also noticed that she grabbed my trunks up from the deck, and carried them with her back into the house. I was still in the dark cool water when she started taunting me from inside the bright living room.

"Come and get 'em, Dad! That is if you're not too afraid!"

"Fine!" I snapped back as I got out of the pool. "Just don't forget that cold water can have a less than flattering affect on the male body!"

"Dad! Ewww! Do you really think I care what your junk looks like? Grow up!"

Apologizing, I walked into the living room with my hand over my "junk". "Sorry Brit. Guys just can't help but worry about those things."

We stood together naked between the dinner table and the patio door, both of us dripping onto the wood floor. My hand stayed in place as I modestly cupped it over my privates, but Brittany made no attempt to do the same. The goose bumps that I had noticed on her backside were also covering her front, and a brief glance at her chest allowed me to witness the slight bounce of her bumpy upturned nipples as they responded to her exaggerated shivering. 

"It's O.K. I didn't mean to embarrass you, Daddy" she said while handing me my shorts. "I told you I'd respect your privacy, and I guess I broke our agreement. I was just having a little fun teasing you. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, sweetie. I'm sorry that I'm not as comfortable about this as you are." While I spoke, I tried to keep eye contact with her, and I was sure that I avoided any embarrassment as I quickly put my trunks back on.

"I'm gonna rinse off real quick before I go to bed, so I guess I'll see you at breakfast! 'Nite Daddy! Hope you warm up soon!" I knew she was still just teasing, but my ego took a hit nonetheless.

When she turned around to leave, I watched as a small stream of water made its way out from under her wet hair, down along her spine, and then disappear into the deep crevice that separates her firm, tan butt cheeks. I heard her shower turn on as I walked upstairs, and I managed to fall asleep before she had finished.

I came down Saturday morning for breakfast, and Brittany was wearing the same baggy sweats she had worn when she first arrived. I have to admit I was looking forward to something a little more revealing, and I hoped her unflattering attire wasn't because she was uncomfortable from our unclothed swim. I wanted to clear the air, and thought that focusing on her and her appearance, might be a good place to start. We each sat with a full plate of food when I finally spoke up.

"You know, Brit, I noticed last night that you were looking a lot more tan than you did when you first got here. Have you been lying out by the pool during the week?"

"Not exactly, Dad. I mean I have been lying out, but just not at the pool."

"Well, I didn't see any tan lines, so I hope it wasn't at the beach!"

"No, dork! If you must know, I went over to the Rivers' a couple of times during the week while you were at work."

"You did what?!?!", I thought while trying not to show my surprised concern from hearing this small detail that she had left out of our dinner conversations.

"How did you wind up going over there?" I asked her calmly.

"It was really hot on Tuesday afternoon, and I put on my new bikini to go lay out in the backyard. Just when I was setting a towel on a lawn chair, the doorbell rang and it was Glen. He asked that since I was all alone, that maybe I'd like to join him and his wife for a little lunch in the sun. I was bored all by myself and figured what the heck!"

I was uneasy about where this was going, but I wasn't about to interrupt her.

"I followed Glen to his house, and he brought me through the side gate to the backyard. They have a totally private sun deck, with a hot tub in a gazebo off to the side. There were like 5 chairs on the deck, and on a table between two of the chairs they had a tray of small sandwiches and a pitcher of margaritas. They told me to help myself to the food and Glen poured me a drink. Elaine, his wife, introduced herself to me, and told me to grab a chair and relax."

My curiosity forced me to interrupt Brittany, and I coyly asked, "I've never met Elaine. What is she like?"

"Well, I guess she's about the same age as Glen, but she looks a little younger. She was really nice to me, but when I talked to her it seemed like her mind was off somewhere else. I could tell that she laid out naked all the time."

"How could you tell that?"

"Because she was laying there on a lawn chair and I could see that she was really dark and didn't have any tan lines, duh!"

"Sorry, dumb question!" Her story was like a second-hand jigsaw puzzle that was missing half of the pieces, but still, I managed to ignore her bratty answer and continue to dig for details. "So anyway, you were relaxing with some sandwiches and a margarita?"

"Ya, and then Elaine said that she really liked my bikini and asked where I got it. I told her, but I think that she just pretended to have heard of the store. Then she said that it looked like I usually tanned nude. I told her that I knew the owner of a salon in Kansas, and that he would let me tan there for free, but that I was going to have to wear my bikini out here. Then she said that it would be O.K. for me to tan at their house whenever I wanted, and that nobody could see their deck if I didn't want to wear my suit. I asked her if she meant right now, and she said, "Sure. Now, later, whenever." Since she was already naked, and they were both so old, I figured, why not?"

"So you just took off your bikini and lied out with them on their deck?" I was less successful at hiding my reaction as my curiosity turned to concern.

"Yah, Dad. And I went over there again on Wednesday and Friday. It's no big deal. They're really nice to me, and we just go back and forth from hanging out on the deck to soaking in their hot tub. It's better than staying home alone all day!" 

"And the three of you are all naked?" I asked while trying to decide if the thought was making me more pissed off or turned on.

"Well, Mr. Rivers wasn't naked on Tuesday, but Wednesday and Friday he joined me and Elaine in our birthday suits. I felt a little weird at first, but they made me feel like their own daughter, so it was actually really comfortable..., kinda like being at home!"

"Did they try anything, or ask you to do anything, you know, strange?" I hated "tip-toeing" around like that with my questions, but I thought she might just shut down if I was too direct.

"Don't worry, Dad. It's not like that. They're just a real nice couple who happen to have the same feelings about nudity that I do. Actually, I haven't even been in their house. And just in case you were wondering, Mrs. Rivers doesn't shave "down there", and since I like the way it looks on her, I decided to let mine grow in to see how it looks on me. And as long as we're talking about it, which do guys like better?" Brittany actually blushed when she asked the question.

"Honestly Brit, I think it depends on the guy, and it depends on the girl. Basically, for most men, if it's in view and in reach, we're gonna be happy either way!" It was a conversation I wasn't expecting to have over breakfast, but I felt strangely at ease while talking with her about it.

"Well, hopefully Glen won't be so wishy-washy with his opinion when I ask him next week!" She was obviously looking for a reaction, but I chose to change the subject instead.

"So, do you have any plans for the day, today?"

"Well, I checked out a 24 hour Fitness when I was out shopping, and they let you try it out for free to see if you want to join, so I was thinking about going there in a little bit. Is that O.K., or did you have plans for us?"

"I was thinking about catching a matinee with you a little bit later, but you have plenty of time to go to the gym before that. I'll tell you what, I'll clean up breakfast and you can go now, then maybe we can get in a little shopping before the movie?" 

"It's a deal!" she yelled out before running up to her bedroom.

I was still washing out the last of the frying pans when she walked back in to the kitchen. Her sports bra was covered by a form fitting tank top, and it matched perfectly with the skin tight spandex shorts that appeared to be covering only flesh.

"See ya!" 

Before I could say anything, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and bolted out the front door. I guess she knew that whatever I would have said, she wouldn't want to hear. 

I finished in the kitchen, and then straightened up my office before going upstairs to take a shower. As I stood under the pulsating stream of hot water, I let my thoughts wander to the conversation we had about her time at the Rivers'. I imagined Brittany standing outside on their deck while they were both lying out naked, and then letting the two of them watch as she stripped off her clothes to join them. I wished I had asked more questions as I began to wonder about the hot tub, and how the seating was arranged and who had sat where. My cock was a rock, and my soapy hand stroked faster and faster while I thought about her asking Glen whether she should keep her bush or shave it clean again. I was enjoying the images in my head so much that I was holding myself back from my orgasm, and then I missed my chance completely when I was interrupted by the sound of my cell phone. Saturday calls were rare, so I jumped out of the shower to get it, and saw Brittany's name on the caller I.D. I answered, and heard her crying on the other end.

"Daddy! Ow! Daddy, I hurt my back on an "ab" machine, and now I can't even stand up! I need you to come get me right away. Please?!?!"

"Of course, Brit! Just find a place to sit and I'll be right there!" Needing to get dressed, I rushed her off the phone so I could get there quicker. I completely forgot about the images and thoughts I had in my shower, but was briefly reminded when I felt a slight ache in my soft cock as I slid on my loose fitting sweat pants and oversized t-shirt.

I was at the gym in less than 10 minutes, and when I walked in I immediately saw Brittany sitting behind the front desk, being looked after by what seemed to be every male employee there. She glanced over at me when I said her name, and the grimace on her face let me know that she was still in a lot of pain. I let myself behind the front desk, and asked the group of guys that were standing around her to step back so I could help her up. I tried to asses her condition before lifting her to her feet.

"Do you think you can stand, honey?"

"Ya, just probably not all the way up. I have a sharp pain between my shoulders and a huge knot in my lower back."

"O.K., I'm gonna support you under your arms, but I'll need you to push up with your legs." We worked together and got her on her feet, but she was still hunched over. "Now just take small steps and we'll get you to the car."

She whimpered as we walked, but we made it to the parking lot without a problem. We took our time to get her situated in the passenger seat of my car, and then I drove us home as quickly as I could. After carefully easing her out of the car, we made our way into the house and I tried to figure out how to make her comfortable.

"Brit? If you want I could probably carry you upstairs so you can rest in your bed for a while?"

"Actually, Daddy, it's a lot cooler down here, and I think my bed would be too soft. Would it be O.K. if I just lie down on the living room floor for a little bit?"

"Sure hun, no problem. Let me run upstairs and get a comforter you can lay down on. I'll be right back!"

I grabbed my thick winter comforter from the closet and a couple of emergency Motrin from my medicine cabinet, and then ran back downstairs. Brittany was already in the living room, so I got some water, then handed it and the Motrin to Brit, and spread the blanket out over the floor. I turned on the television, grabbed my daughter around the waist, and slowly eased her down to lie on her back. All she could do was just stare up at me helplessly.

"Thank you, Daddy. You're the best. I guess I ruined our plans for shopping and a movie later. Please don't be too mad at me, K?"




My Daughter, The Exhibitionist Ch. 02



"Lisa, is this what you really want?" I asked. "I'm not tryin' to talk you outta anything, 'cause I really, really want you. If you want me, you've got me. But we can't just have sex and pretend that we're still a father and daughter. If we have sex, I want a relationship; I want the whole thing. I wanna have a girl that I call my girlfriend. I wanna have somebody who can't wait for me to come home. I wanna have somebody who loves me as much as I love her."

"Daddy, that's what I want, too," she quickly replied.

"But, honey, you're only 18 and I'm 40 years old. You've got friends who you hang out with and you wanna have a boyfriend who you can invite along when you do stuff with your friends and I don't think I'd fit in very well in those kinda things. . . . It's not that I don't want ya, 'cause I do, but I don't want you to regret this three days or three weeks or three months from now."

"I get what you're sayin', Daddy, but I've thought about it. I can't promise you that we'll be together for the rest of our lives, 'cause who can make promises like that and really mean it? Look what happened to you and Mom. But I know that I wanna be the one you come home to at night and I wanna feel your arms around me when I go to sleep and I want you to make me feel like a woman!"

"Oh, honey, you are such a beautiful woman and there are so many guys out there who would love to have a chance with you. I don't want you to settle for second best," I replied.

"Daddy, you are NOT second best. Daddy . . . you know, I've never been all the way with a guy. I know it sounds weird but guys my age are so stupid and . . . the ones who aren't stupid don't seem to be interested. Maybe it's my little boobs, but . . . well, I can feel the way that your body is reactin' to me, and . . . it feels like you want me. I want you to be my first, and I hope that you'll be my last."

"Don't you think you should think about it overnight?" I asked rhetorically. I know, you probably think this was a lame thing to say. After all, here's a really hot, petite teenage girl naked in my bed, asking me to take her virginity, and I'm telling her to think about it. If she hadn't been my step-daughter, I would have already been pounding her sweet teen pussy, but she WAS my step-daughter . . . or, at least, she had been my step-daughter. I had raised this girl, I had proteted her from the evils of the world, and I didn't want to become one of the evils I had warned her about.

"Okay, yeah, I get the idea," she mumbled.

I didn't know what to say to her, how to respond to her, so I just lay there quietly, spooned against her, aware that my boner was pressed against the cheeks of her naked behind. I still had my right hand on her boob and I used it to pull her body back against mine.

After a few seconds, I heard what I thought was a muffled sob and I removed my hand from her boob and move it to her face. I felt a tear on her cheek. Any father reading this story knows what happens when you see your little girl crying.

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked.

She rolled over to her right side so that she was facing me. "I just want to be wanted and I don't think you really want me!" she cried.

"Oh, honey, I want you so bad you can't imagine! But if we do it, everything'll change. I'd feel awful if we did it and then you decided that it wasn't what you want. Don't you see? Once we do it, there ain't no goin' back."

"Don't YOU see?" she retorted. "I climb into bed naked and offer you my virginity and you're not interested. You probably just want a girl with bigger tits."

"I do want you," I said, "and there is absolutely nothin' wrong with your beautiful, sexy little tits. Yeah, okay, they're small, but I really like 'em just the way they are. Okay, I'll admit it, I could suck on your boobs all night long and I'd be the happiest guy on earth. I love the way they look! Just lookin' at your titties makes my dick hard. And, while we're on that subject . . . you know, I could get all uptight about my dick, 'cause I'm not hung like some porn star. I've only got 5½ inches and I heard that girls all want a guy with a big dick." 

"Daddy, I've seen your dick a couple of times and just seein' it made me get wet. So, if my little boobs aren't a problem, and your average size dick isn't a problem," her exasperation was mounting, "and if I want you and you want me, then . . .." As soon as the words had left her lips, she bent forward and placed her lips against mine.

I felt her lips part and then her tongue was pushing against my lips. As soon as I opened my lips, she knew that I wanted her and I knew that this wouldn't stop until I had emptied my seed inside her.

"I'm glad you sleep naked," she said. "You pokin' me with your dick against my butt got me so horny for you!"

"Are you wet?" I asked. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it.

"You made me wet," she answered, "but you could check it for yourself."

I placed my right hand between her legs and felt her dampness as soon as my fingers made contact with her skin. She didn't have any pubic hair and the mental image of seeing her shaved pussy got me even hotter.

I slowly put my middle finger in her pussy. As soon as I had penetrated her, she began to hump my hand as if she couldn't wait to have an orgasm.

"Daddy, I want you to make me cum so bad! I need you so bad!" she panted.

I slid down in the bed so that my head was next to her chest. I kept fingering her pussy while I moved over and placed my lips around her nipple. Her little boobs were the sweetest things I had ever had in my mouth and I could have sucked on them all night long. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers; they contrasted sharply with the smooth skin of her young breast. Both of them were taut and firm and the mere sight of her breasts was enough to make me as hard as steel.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Don't stop, don't . . . ooh . . . oh, Daddy, I'm so close to cummin' . . . so close . . .."

I began to alternate sucking her nipple into my mouth and then releasing the suction so her nipple started to slide back out. What I was doing was very similar to what a baby would do to suckle at her breast and I understood why some kids were so difficult to wean when they were breastfeeding. Who in their right mind would ever voluntarily give up on this? 

I knew she was very close to having an orgasm so I started tracing circles around her nipple with my tongue. At the same time, I removed my finger from her innermost parts and found her clitoris. It was already stiff but it got even harder when I started playing with it.

"Lisa, I wanna make you cum every way a girl can cum. I wanna make you cum with my finger on your clit and in your pussy. I wanna make you cum with my tongue. I wanna make you cum with my dick in your pussy . . . and I wanna cum inside you!" I whispered to her.

"Oh, Daddy . . . oh, Daddy, I'm . . .."

I could feel her body becoming rigid and her breathing becoming quick and shallow. She was moaning, calling my name -- not "Ted," but "Daddy." I slid my middle finger back inside her and found her G-spot. As soon as I touched her there, her body began to have spasms of muscular contractions and I could feel her pussy squeezing down on my finger.

"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned loudly. I was glad that no one else was in the house; certainly they would have heard her in the paroxysms of sexual delight.

I stopped my ministrations on her nubile body as I didn't want her to become overwhelmed . . . and I certainly wasn't through with her for the night. Her body gradually relaxed and her breathing was returning to normal.

"Daddy, that was sooooo good," she said. The truth of the statement was quite obvious. "But, we're not done yet, 'cause I want you in me."

"Honey, it might hurt the first time," I warned her.

"Daddy, I busted my hymen about a year ago, playin' with a vibrator, so don't worry about that. Just fuck me!" she pleaded.

I didn't utter a word. I pulled the pillow from under her head so that she was laying flat on the bed, then I got between her legs to enter her in the missionary position.

"Reach down between us and guide me into you," I instructed her.

I didn't need any stimulation to prepare me to perform. I was as hard as I've ever been, knowing that I would be inside Lisa within the next few seconds. She reached for me, gingerly grasped my male member, and pointed me towards her virgin pussy. I lowered myself until the tip of my dick was touching her young, innocent cunt lips.

"Lisa, I love you. You're my daughter but you're a woman and I need to be inside you now," I said. I pushed forward and felt my dick sliding inside her pussy. It was the tightest thing I had ever felt around my dick. Even anal sex with my wife had not been this tight. I slowly slid in until my meat was buried in her love hole and I felt my balls resting against her butt cheeks.

"Daddy, you're all I want," she said as she looked into my eyes. "I wanna feel you cum in me."

"You're still takin' birth control pills, right?" I asked.

"Yeah . . . so don't stop 'til you cum inside me, please."

I began slowly thrusting in and out of her virgin pussy and it felt like a hand, covered in K-Y, trying to hold me tight. With each push into her pussy, I heard her utter a tiny moan. She had not totally come down from her first orgasm because it didn't take her long to get very aroused again.

"Daddy, I want you to cum in my teeny pussy and I wanna feel your chest rub against my little tits. I wanna cum with you . . .."

"I'm so close, baby. So close . . .." I knew that what we were doing was not illegal but hearing this young girl call me "Daddy" while I had my hard dick in her virgin pussy made me feel like a criminal. This felt like the most forbidden, nasty, horrible thing I had ever done in my entire life but I wanted her more than anything else in the entire world. Wild horses couldn't have pulled me off of her vulnerable, naked body until I had filled her forbidden hole with my cum.

"Daddy, I've wanted you for so long! Please . . . cum in me!"

My thrusting got faster and I could hear her breathing become shallow. "Oh, baby, I'm gettin' ready to cum!" I said.

"Me, too," she replied. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"

I began to slap my body against hers as I rammed my stiff dick into her hungry pussy. I was ready to fill her with my cream and I wanted to hear her cum with my dick buried in her young, tiny cunt.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm cummin'," she said. 

I felt her pussy begin to spasm around my dick and that put me over the edge. I felt my seed boiling over and then I erupted. It felt like my body was trying to force too much cum out at once because it was almost painful. I continued to thrust as my first shot of sperm entered her virgin orifice.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned as I continued to spurt my seed into her little teen pussy.

I lowered my torso so that my chest was against her and I felt her hard nipples as I continued to thrust in and out of her wet hole.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she said with a sigh as she began to come down from the height of her arousal. "Daddy, that felt sooo good! I hope you wanna do that every day!"

"Oh, girl, you don't know how much I wanna do that with you."

"Can I start sleepin' in here with you every night?" she asked.

"I'm hopin' you will, but if you get in bed naked every night, I might be keepin' you awake," I teased her.

"I'll be gettin' in bed naked every night, thank you, and I'm expectin' you to show me how to keep you happy," she replied.

"Girl, you make me so happy. I just hope I make you as happy as you make me."

I got off of her and lay down on the bed beside her.

"If you roll back over on your left side, like before, I'll put my arms around you and we'll go to sleep that way."

She rolled over and pushed back to snuggle up against me. "Daddy, I'm so happy now. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman." She sounded contented. "So, Daddy, am I your girlfriend now?"

"Honey, you're still my little girl, but you're also my woman and, yes, you're my girlfriend. And I love you. Not just as a daughter; I love you like a man loves a woman." I put my arms around her and my right hand found its way back to her left breast. I loved the way her little boobs felt in my hands. I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and I drifted off to sleep with a very satisfied smile on my face.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered as she closed her eyes. 



My Daughter the Exhibitionist



"Hi Daddy, I'm back!"

"I'm in the kitchen, hun!"

With bags still in hand, she walked through the house to join me.

"Daddy, I told you I was going to take care of doing that stuff. Now go sit down and let me finish."

"It's O.K., really. I was hungry, and I thought I could have dinner ready when you got home." I looked back toward the stove and said, "I hope you like SpaghettiO's and Hot Pockets!"

"Gross, Dad! Now I mean it, go sit down!"

I twisted open my third beer and took a seat at the kitchen table. I looked over at her and finally noticed all the shopping bags that lay cluttering the floor.

"Umm..., Brit? It looks like you brought most of the mall back home with 'ya. Did you get tired of trying on clothes, or did you stop because my card started getting declined?"

"One," she said with a serious tone, "I never get tired of trying on new clothes. And two, if your card got declined I would have just called you to come bring me another one. Now don't move from that chair. I'm gonna go pee, put my bags upstairs, and come back down and finish with dinner. After we eat I'll show you what I bought!"

By now I had drank 3 beers on an empty stomach, and was feeling pretty buzzed just sitting there at the table. I was curious to see how my money was spent, and thought that an after dinner fashion show might be a nice way to end the evening. I heard the downstairs toilet flush, followed by footsteps running up the stairs. Wanting to wait a little bit before beer number four, I wandered back to my office to kill some time before dinner.

The room was dark, but there was a bright glow coming out into the hall. Before I even stepped through the doorway, a surge of adrenaline instantly sobered me up when I saw that I had left the monitor on, and the screen was filled with pictures of coeds in various stages of undress. There was no way Brittany could have missed it when she went to the bathroom, so I pressed my impaired brain to think of an excuse that would hopefully explain it away. I shut down the computer and sat in the dark for what seemed an eternity before she finally came back downstairs. I did my best to gather my composure before going back in to the kitchen.

She was busy making something on the stove, and was no longer in the clothes she had spent the afternoon shopping in. Her outfit was simple; an oversized t-shirt and a fluffy pair of slippers. The house had cooled down from the warm afternoon, and the sight of her tiny nipples pushing out against the front of her shirt made it obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra. I couldn't tell if she had on any panties, and was mad at myself for even wondering. Not being completely sure if she had looked in my office, I didn't want to say anything about what was on my computer. I pretended to take interest in what she was preparing for dinner, but I couldn't think of anything else as I took my seat back at the table. Brittany had no problem speaking up.

"So Daddy, did you keep yourself busy this afternoon while you were here all alone? Did you go out, or did you spend the afternoon doing some on-line research?"

Her teasing tone made it pretty clear that she had looked in my office and saw what was on the computer screen.

"You know, honey, it's not what it looks like. I accidently opened up an e-mail that sent me to this website, and then it froze up my computer before I could back out of it. I was just now able to shut everything down, and my virus scan is running as we speak to make sure everything's O.K. before I log back in."

I was proud of myself for my quick thinking, and then I stopped talking to see if she bought the explanation.

"Seriously Dad, I was lucky enough to be born with your brains instead of your looks, so don't think for a second that I would believe something as stupid as that. Besides, those pictures were nothing compared to the stuff that Mom's boyfriends would look at on her computer. I think it's pretty normal for a guy to want to look at pretty girls, just like girls like to look at hot guys. Now, do you want another beer with your dinner salad?"

"Uh, sure Brit, that sounds great."

She grabbed herself a beer when she got me mine, and I thought she deserved at least that much for letting me off the hook so easily. We joked around all through dinner, and halfway through her second beer I could tell that she didn't usually drink. I helped her clean up the kitchen, and I thought she was down for the count when she finally finished the bottle.

"Are you ready to see what I bought today, Daddy?"

She stretched her arms over her head when she asked, and her shirt taunted me as it lifted to just below her pussy. Not wanting to give her any reason not to, I put extra enthusiasm in my response.

"I've been waiting all evening to see what you got..., I mean bought! Now hurry up and go put on your new clothes!"

Not even acknowledging my intentional slip-up, she told me her rules. "O.K., but I want you to wait on the couch, and don't look up until I'm standing here in the living room."

"Can I at least watch T.V. while I wait?"

"Don't be a goof dad. Just try to watch something besides "skin-emax"!"

She stumbled as she turned to go up to her room, and I was half expecting her to pass out on her bed before coming back down. It wasn't but a couple of minutes until she returned.

She walked in wearing a very conservative black skirt, complemented by a nice silk top and high, black heels. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, but it looked great nonetheless.

"I wanted to get something I could wear for an interview, or in case we went to a nice dinner or something" she said while posing in front of me. "Do you like it?"

"I am very proud of you. You have great taste and you look beautiful."

"Thanks Daddy, I thought you'd like this. Now don't get mad when you see what's next!"

She left the room and I didn't know how to prepare myself while I waited for her next outfit.

After about 5 minutes she walked back in the room, and then stopped to face me so I could look her over. She was wearing the smallest bikini she could possibly fit into, and I assumed my best poker face while I took in her image. The top was nothing more than two small triangles of white material that were stretched way too thin across the flesh they were meant to conceal. Without the benefit of a liner, her tits were even more visible than when she was wearing her t-shirt. The bottoms were small and narrow, and her "camel toe" suggested that she had put my razor to good use when she was in the shower. 

"Ready?" she asked me, not waiting for an answer before turning around.

She might as well have been naked as the thin black string that held together the white pieces of fabric up front, disappeared into, and then re-emerged from, the deep crevice between her firm tight cheeks. It was clear that my daughter was well aware of her assets, and had no problem wearing the clothes that best accentuated them. She turned back around and looked to me for approval.

"So, what do 'ya think?"

"Well..., it's a great backyard suit, but what will you wear at the beach?"

Without hesitating, she shot back saying, "This is my beach suit. I was born wearing my backyard suit! Now don't move, you jerk! I've still got one more thing to show you."

I watched her as she walked out of the room, and realized from her quick wit that she really had been born with my brains, and luckily not my looks! I sat back replaying the image of Brittany's near naked, jiggling ass in my head, and mindlessly scrolled through the channel guide while I waited for her next outfit.

Moments later, she came back down and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a light blue teddy. Although she was technically wearing something, the sheer nylon couldn't do anything to hide the sight of her naked body underneath. I sat in disbelief as my daughter modeled, without modesty, the transparent nightgown that flowed across her skin. She began to slowly walk around and circle in front of me, as if it was the gown that was actually on display. Her firm tiny nipples stood at attention as they reacted to the quick bounce of her breasts, and the floor lamp behind me illuminated the clean shaven slit that led to her most sacred possession. After a few spins and turns she stopped, and was once again standing in front of, and facing me. Her self satisfied smile faded when she saw the shocked look in my eyes, and she stammered as she unnecessarily justified her purchase.

"I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't that expensive and I had a good reason. Mom had one almost just like it, and I always wanted to know how it felt to walk around and be as sexy as she was. I never had any lingerie before, and when I tried it on I couldn't help but buy it. Please don't be mad at me, Daddy."

I forced my eyes away from her body and up to meet hers as I explained my reaction. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. And I could care less about the money, or even that you bought it. It's just that you're walking around here practically naked, and I'm simply not used to, or even comfortable, with seeing you like this."

"Is that all? C'mon dad! Didn't I tell you earlier to get used to it? At mom's house, I couldn't take a piss without somebody walking in and telling me to hurry up! The place was so small that trying to cover up was the least of my concerns. Every time Mom got a new boyfriend, I would spend two weeks pretending that I didn't notice when they tried to catch a peek at me in my towel whenever I walked from the shower to my bedroom. I know you've been living alone, but I am your daughter, and this is just how it is with family. K?"

"Well, sure, I guess. I'm sorry if I overreacted. It's only been a day, and I suppose there are some things I'm gonna have to get used to while you are here."

Then suddenly, in an effort to really make her point, Brittany lifted the teddy over her head, and she was left standing in front of me completely naked.

"This is me, Daddy, so take a good look. Sometimes I'll be wearing clothes, and sometimes I won't. And for me, being at home means I don't have to worry either way. If you feel more comfortable covered up, then that's fine. But you should try to loosen up sometime and enjoy just being you."

For just a moment, while staring at her amazing naked body, I wished I wasn't her father. But my daughter's matter-of-fact attitude about her nudity left me more confused than aroused. I stood up to go to bed, and she kissed me on the cheek and said "Good night" before I could leave. She was still standing naked in the living room when I made my way upstairs, and I retreated to my bedroom and closed the door behind me leaving me alone with my thoughts in the darkness. I stripped out of my clothes, got under the blankets, and immediately jacked off thinking about how, during the next few months, I would have a front row seat while my daughter casually walked around the house totally nude. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and as I lay there thinking about the day, I knew I had to accept that my daughter was a nudist and an exhibitionist, and that I was going to be in for one heck of a summer.