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Shawna My Daughter’s Friend Ch. 01

By: Naked1



Shawna and my daughter, Lisa, have been best friends for most their lives. They met in the second grade when we initially moved to the Bay Area. Since then, they've spent about every waking moment together.

But Shawna has come to mean more to us than just my daughter's best friend. She's really more of a part of the family now.

Ten years ago, when the girls were 8, my wife passed suddenly. While her passing shattered my universe into tiny fragments and tore my heart from my chest, it was also extremely hard on Lisa. 

The first years without here were a living hell for Lisa and me, but I had to be strong for my daughter. As a result, I pushed my grief deep, burying far down inside of me where I hoped it would never see the light of day.

Shawna was a blessing to us. 

She was by my daughter's side constantly through those years, and I believe it was Shawna who helped my daughter through...more than me at times. I had to work so much during those days to support us, and as the girls grew...I wasn't at home as much as I wish that I could have been.

The Bay Area is a very expensive place to live.

Initially, after my wife passed, I considered taking my daughter and moving back east to be close to my mother. But, after losing her mother, Lisa's biggest fear was moving away from her friends, her school and everything that made her life normal.

So, we stayed. I took on another job so that we wouldn't have to sell the house. I'm so glad I that I did, and seeing how much of a help Shawna has been to my daughter, in retrospect, I'd have taken on third job if needed to keep them together.

As the years passed, I worked, and watched the girls grow. It seems that Shawna spent more time at our place than she did at her own. 

She eventually became more of a sister to my daughter than a best friend, and as natural consequence of that, I thought of her like a second daughter. Once, when my daughter was 10, she even asked me if Shawna could call me dad.

I laughed, and said of course she could.

From that point on, Shawna called me dad, saying that she was lucky because she had two dads.

I was the lucky one though, because even though I lost my wife, I gained a daughter. I became as close to Shawna as my own daughter.

About 5 years after my wife passed, I came home late one night. Shawna was staying over and the girls had already gone to bed. 

In a rare moment of solitude, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet and poured myself a glass to unwind. Taking the bottle, I sat on the couch in the family room and drank.

With the girls upstairs, the house was quiet. Too quiet really. 

Sipping from the whiskey I took stock of the place. I hadn't really had time, or maybe hadn't really wanted to change things since my wife passed. 

The furniture was the same. She'd chosen all of it. Above the fireplace, I saw the oil painting she'd placed there years before. It was her favorite: A big orange sunset over the ocean. It was a peaceful scene. But then, that kind of summed up my wife. She'd been a peaceful person.

Suddenly, the feelings that I'd shoved away came bubbling to the surface like hot lava. I missed her. I longed for her. Truth was that I was angry at her too. I mean, intellectually of course, I understood that shit happens. People pass. We have no control over those things.

But in my heart, I couldn't understand how she could have just left us like that. She left me to raise our daughter without her.

I struggled, trying hard to hold it in. I couldn't cry, not now. It had been too long, and I still had to be strong for Lisa. But no matter how hard I pushed it back, those feelings pushed up harder, and finally, I lost the battle.

Still clutching my glass, I doubled over and sobbed...I cried for my wife, I cried for my daughter...I cried for the years that had been so precious in retrospect, but that I had somehow managed to take for granted. 

I don't' know how long I sat there sobbing...but suddenly, I sensed someone behind me.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned to see young Shawna, standing there in her pajamas.

"Hey, honey," I said, trying to smile. "It's late, what are you doing up?"

"I heard you crying dad," she said, concerned. "I just wanted to tell you that it's okay. It's okay to cry. You don't have to hide it. Mrs. B. loved you very much."

I felt my bottom lip quiver in spite of myself and I forced it straight. I was deeply amazed at how such a young girl could be so mature.

"Thank you Shawna," I said, genuinely grateful.

With that, Shawna hugged my neck and kissed my cheek.

"We love you dad," she said.

Then, she turned and went back upstairs to bed.

They say that time flies when you're havin' fun...but let me tell you that the opposite is also true.

Time flies whether you're havin' fun or working your ass off. Girls grow. School years pass. Christmases give way to birthdays, which turn into summer vacations...and somehow, it all melds together into some kind of blur, until one day you wake up, and your girls are grown, and your hair is grey.

Lisa and Shawna graduated together, and started college the same fall. The following summer, they'd come home to visit.

As always, Shawna divided her time between her parents' house and ours...seemingly spending more than the balance of it with Lisa. They'd both celebrated their 18th birthdays a month apart at college. I couldn't be there for that of course...but we'd planned a night out when they were home.

One evening, I'd just come home from work. After taking off my tie and jacket in the foyer, I rounded the end of the hall, heading to the kitchen for a drink, when I saw Shawna lounging on the couch in the family room, dressed in a long sleep shirt and knee high socks.

It was her usual lounging outfit.

"Hey honey," I said, making my way to the fridge.

"Hi dad," Shawna said back, smiling. Shawna and my daughter both had become such incredibly beautiful young women. They always did well and school, and now, they were excelling at college, and I was so proud of both of them.

"Where's Lisa?" I said from the kitchen, plopping a few ice cubes into a glass.

"Oh, she went out for awhile," Shawna said. But I could by her tone that there was something more to it than that.

I knew that Lisa had begun seeing a local boy. I hadn't met him yet.

"Is she meeting that guy?" I asked, casually, trying not to press.

"Well, yeah, they're meeting for coffee," Shawna admitted. "She said she'd be home in a couple of hours."

"Oh okay." I didn't want to sound too parenty. The girls were 18 after all. 

"So how did she get there?" I couldn't help myself.

"She took my car."

I remembered that Shawna's parents had bought her car for her high school graduation. I had planned on getting Lisa her own car this summer, but hadn't told her yet.

At least she didn't have to rely on some boy to get her home.

Rounding the corner with my drink, I stopped suddenly. Lying next to Shawna, on the couch, were a thin pair of pink panties.

Were they there before? I couldn't remember.

Not sure what to say, I decided it was best to ignore it.

Stepping into the family room, I sat down on the loveseat opposite Shawna.

"So how's school," I said, opening a conversation.

"Well, it's okay, I hate math though," she said smiling at me, revealing her perfect, white teeth.

"You guys got any big plans for the summer?" I asked, meaning my daughter and her.

"We're gonna go to the beach tomorrow and just kind of hang out and see what happens."

"That's cool," I said, hoping that the word "cool" wasn't uncool. Shawna giggled at that as I sipped from my drink.

I couldn't help notice how mature she'd become. Her long, blonde hair reached down her back, and her body had filled out...she was quite a shapely young woman.

Without warning, Shawna spread her tanned legs a bit wider. Shocked, I glanced up at her. She smiled.

She was probably just getting comfortable, but it had caught me off-guard and I was embarrassed to be caught looking at her. 

I noticed the pair of panties next to her again, and felt myself blush.

"So when are we going out to celebrate our birthdays?" Shawna asked, not missing a beat.

I was glad for the interruption. 

"Well, since you guys are going to the beach tomorrow," I said, "how about Saturday evening? That would give me time to get some things done and get ready."

"Saturday would be awesome dad," she said, smiling again.

From my peripheral vision, I saw her legs move. Instinctively I dropped my gaze to follow it...and instantly regretted it.

Shawna's sleep shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing a generous portion of her outer thighs to the just under the swell of her rear. It was apparent that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I now understood the panties on the couch next to her, and wondered why she'd removed them.

But I didn't want to go there.

Quickly, I looked away.

"Can we go to a movie?" she said, apparently unaware of her shirt.

"Sure, why not?" I said. "You guys pick one out, and we'll go to dinner too...anywhere you want."

As I took a pull from my glass, Shawna stood up. Her sleep shirt barely covered her, hanging just below the area between her legs. 

"Imma get something to drink," she said, passing in front of me. As she left the family room for the kitchen, I couldn't help noticing that from the back, the hem of her shirt fell just above the underside of her rear, revealing the bottoms of her bare butt cheeks.

My cock stirred, and I looked away, ashamed of myself.

It had been a long time, too long perhaps, since I'd seen female flesh up close and my body was responding. I knew it was involuntary; still, I shouldn't have been looking at my daughter's friend, my second daughter, that way.

"Shawna," I said after her, wanting to say something about her panties on the couch and the way she was dressed.

"Yeah dad?' she said, turning to face me. As she did, I caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have, and my resolve crumbled. I felt like a bum looking at her like that.

She was smiling, apparently unaware that she was showing so much. 

"Uhm," I said, trying to think of something to replace what I was going to say. I noticed my hands trembling slightly and grasped my glass in both of them tightly.

"I think I'm gonna go take a shower," I said. That sounded kind of dumb but it was the best I could do on short notice.

"Okay," she giggled and turned for the kitchen.

Setting my glass down, I went upstairs to my bedroom and stripped off for the shower. Grabbing my towel I headed into the bathroom in my bedroom and started the water.

My mind returned to the picture of Shawna, sitting on the couch in her sleep shirt and knee socks, with her panties on the couch next to her.

I couldn't shake the picture.

Why had she taken off her panties and left them there where she must have known I would see them?

My cock thickened between my legs as I stepped under the warm water.

I had to stop thinking about her like that.

Was she teasing me on purpose?

Soon, despite my best efforts to the contrary, I had a full erection. It throbbed, and pulled at me, demanding attention.

I wrapped my hand around it.

No, I thought, snatching my hand from it. I would not masturbate thinking about Shawna. That was just wrong. No matter what happened or whatever the circumstance, she was like a daughter to me. She was probably innocent of anything anyway.

I felt ashamed again.

But my cock pounded all the harder.

I grabbed it.

Closing my eyes, I leaned against the shower wall and stroked.

I hadn't masturbated in some time...and I hadn't actually had sex with a woman since my wife died.

I didn't date, although both Lisa and Shawna urged me to. Somehow, it just didn't seem right. Every so often, I used magazines for sexual release. I had done that when my wife was alive though. She knew about it and was okay with it. I didn't feel guilty there.

With my eyes closed, I pictured a woman out of a magazine that I'd seen recently as I stroked my cock.

But the picture of Shawna, standing in front of me with her sleeps shirt barely covering her bare butt cheeks kept pushing its way in.

The harder I pushed it away, the more it pushed back, until finally, I allowed it.

Stroking myself faster, I imagined sweet, young Shawna standing in front of me, watching me masturbate.

In my fantasy, she smiled at me. "Hi dad," she said.

Reaching for the hem of her sleep shirt, she pulled it slowly up and over her head, tossing it on the couch next to her panties.

Her pert breasts tumbled free, and I saw her neatly trimmed pussy.

Pussy. 

"Pussy," I said quietly, aloud, under the water.

"Shawna's pussy," I said again, stroking hard.

Oh god. I was masturbating to Shawna...picturing her naked but for her knee socks, in front of me. Every nerve in my body felt so ashamed and guilty. But my cock throbbed so hard...aching in my fist as I beat it, unable to stop the fantasy from unfolding.

Helpless, and spurned on by the feelings of crazy excitement racing through me, I allowed it.

In my mind's eye, Shawna smiled wickedly at me.

"Wanna fuck me dad?" she said, running her tongue slyly over her pouty lips. Slowly, she snaked a hand over her naked breasts, down her belly to the area between her thighs.

She was so young, so ripe, so hot, and so naked.

"Oh god, Shawna," I said, moaning aloud in the shower stall as my hand flew over my cock. I'd said her name out loud and the dirtiness of it struck me hard. It was so wrong, but so incredibly naughty.

"Fuck me dad," the naughty, naked, fantasy Shawna said. Moving closer to me in my mind, she stood, wearing only her socks, looking down at me stroking my cock.

Then, she bent over in front of me, and placed her hands on the arm of the couch, jutting her naked rear end up at me.

Taking hold of her firm, young ass cheeks, I kneaded them...spreading them with my thumbs. Fantasy Shawna moaned.

Moving in, I slowly rubbed her dripping snatch with the head of my cock, making her moan louder, before I slipped it into the tight, wet, hot folds of her young pussy.

"Oh god, dad, fuck me, fuck my cunt," Shawna hissed, moaning in my fantasy.

Pounding my cock for all I was worth under the water, I imagined fucking her...thrusting my erection deep into her. I fucked her hard and fast.

"I'm gonna cum dad...dad...I'm...cumming...." My fantasy Shawna squealed, moaning, and pushing herself back...fucking into me.

Suddenly, I came, stroking my cock and pulling on it...great, thick gobs of white cum jettisoned from my body, coating the shower door in front of me.

The fantasy me was cumming as well, pounding Shawna's little pussy as I shot my load into her...I felt her warm, wet, cum, all over my cock.

"Oh god...Shawna," I said louder than I wanted to in the shower, emptying my load.

When I was done, the fantasy dissolved, and I leaned back against the wall again. Guilt filled me instantly. I felt ashamed, and dirty. 

What the hell was wrong with me? I wondered. How could I fantasize about Shawna that way? I'd known her most of her life. I'd watched her grow up. She was a daughter to me.

Grabbing the soap, I quickly tried to push it out of my mind. Scrubbing myself roughly, I tried to cleanse myself of my filth, swearing that I'd never do that again.

Shawna My Daughter’s Friend Ch. 02



After I'd masturbated in the shower, imagining that I was having sex with my daughter's friend Shawna, I felt ashamed. In spite of the fact that I nearly scrubbed myself raw...trying to wash away the dirt of guilt, as I stood, dressing in front of the mirror...I felt like an asshole.

How could I have done such a wicked thing? How could I have thought about Shawna...who was like a daughter to me...that way?

Yes, I knew that Shawna had left her panties next to her on the couch. I knew that her sleep shirt had not quite covered her bare bottom as she walked in front of me.

Still, those were not excuses. I'd thought of sweet young Shawna in a manner unbefitting and I berated myself for it. I would not do that again.

"Daddy?" I heard my daughter, Lisa, call from downstairs.

"Hey honey!" I called back from my room, fixing the last buttons on my shirt.

"I'm fixin' dinner daddy! What do you want?" 

"Anything's fine honey!" I answered.

I felt so deeply ashamed of myself. And my daughter's sweet, innocent voice only served to remind me of what a dog I was.

After dressing, I came downstairs. My daughter was in the kitchen. "I'm making your favorite, daddy," she said, "pasta."

Shawna, now changed into jeans and a t-shirt sat at the table in the dining room, with her nose buried in a book.

"Have a nice shower dad?" she giggled slightly, eyeing me over the top of the book. 

I winced.

"Oh, I..uh...yes..." I said, almost stammering. I looked away.

"Dinner will be done in a minute," my daughter said, coming out to greet me.

Hugging her, I stepped back. At 18, she had become a beautiful young woman. Both Lisa and Shawna had grown into beautiful girls. They'd done well I school and both of them were getting top grades at college. 

I was so very proud of both my daughter and her best friend, my second "daughter."

"Sit down daddy," Lisa said, "I'll get dinner."

With that, I pulled out a chair and sat at the table opposite Shawna.

She smiled at me.

I felt dirty again, then pushed it away hoping she didn't notice.

Lisa brought the food to the table and sat down at the end of it, as we all fixed out plates and dug in to eat.

The food made me feel better. Maybe I was just hungry. But at the back of my mind, I knew better. Regardless, I pushed it away. I didn't often have the chance to spend quality time with my girls these days, and I wanted to enjoy it.

"So daddy," my daughter said between mouthfuls, smiling at me. "We were thinking that you might want to come with us to the beach tomorrow."

"Oh, well, I..." I said, not sure what to say.

"C'mon, dad," Shawna grinned. "It'll be fun. Plus, there's probably gonna be some hot ladies there."

I blushed.

"I don't know girls," I said. I really did have a lot to get done before we went out to celebrate their birthdays. They'd both turned 18 at school, and I wanted to make up for not being able to be there.

"Daddy..." Lisa said firmly, putting her fork down. "You work all the time. You always have ever since mom died. You don't go out. You never have any fun. Please, come with us?"

My daughter's eyes were so gentle, so sweet. In them, I still saw my little girl. How could I refuse?

"Okay," I said giving in. "But don't be embarrassed by your old man," I chuckled.

"Stop it daddy" Lisa said. "You're not old."

"Yeah dad," Shawna chimed in with a mouth full of food. A stray strand of spaghetti found its way down her chin. Noticing it, she sucked it back in with a slurping sound. Both girls giggled.

Some things never change.

During dinner, I relaxed and was nearly able to forget about my incident in the shower. Afterwards, we played several games of Yahtzee, then retired to the family room to watch a movie. With Lisa and Shawna on either side of me...I felt good. I felt normal. 

It was good to have my girls around me again. I missed them so when they were gone to college.

As the movie wore on, I found myself lost in thought. My daughter was right. Since her mother died, I'd basically become a hermit of sorts. I'd spent the last ten years working constantly to provide for her. But in a way, I supposed, I'd thrown myself into my work...working two jobs, to avoid the alternative...thinking about my wife.

I had to be strong for Lisa all those years. And it was only by blessing that Shawna had become so close to us. I firmly believed that it was Shawna's constant companionship that pulled Lisa through those early years without her mother.

I will always be grateful to Shawna for that. She'd become a second daughter to me, and I loved her like a real daughter.

I'd always thought of Lisa and Shawna as "my girls."

"Daddy?" Lisa's voice broke my reverie.

Opening my eyes, I focused.

"You're falling asleep, why don't you go to bed?"

It was true. I had nodded off. I was getting on in the years now, I thought. Both girls were young adults, and work was taking a toll on me these days.

After bidding the girls good night, I ambled up the stairs to my bedroom. It was the same room, same bed that I had shared with my wife. 

Now it was just mine.

Stripping, I turned out the light and slipped beneath the covers. When my wife was alive, she always left a small nightlight on in the socket on the wall. The bulb had burned out long ago, and I never replaced it. With her gone, I didn't need it...but could never quite bring myself to pull it out of the wall.

Turning on my side, I thought about my wife. I wondered what she'd say about the job I had done raising our daughter on my own. I wondered if she'd be happy. Thinking about how my daughter had turned out though, I was sure she would.

And she'd have been happy knowing that Shawna had been there for her all those years.

Ten years had passed since her death, and while I had somehow managed...the nights were the worst. I missed her. Brushing a tear from my eye, I turned on my side and tried to sleep.

Suddenly, the picture of Shawna in the living room, wearing her sleep shirt and knee socks reappeared in my mind's eye. I saw her turning to face me, as the hem of her shirt rode up, revealing a quick peek between her pantiless legs.

My cock twitched under the covers.

No, I thought. I would not.

But Shawna remained, grinning wickedly at me.

"Hi dad," she said in my mind, lifting her sleep shirt slowly to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

I now had a full erection under the blankets.

"Wanna see me naked dad?" Fantasy Shawna said sweetly, smiling at me.

No. No. "No I don't," I whispered aloud to the empty bedroom. I did not want to see her naked.

But...I did.

"Wanna fuck me...dad?"

No. Please, stop, I said in my head to myself. 

My cock throbbed, standing upright, pressing into the softness of the covers...it felt...it felt almost like the soft folds of a young pussy around the head of it.

In my mind, Shawna lifted her shirt over her head and pulled it off. 

Standing naked before me in just her knee socks, she smiled wickedly. My eyes gorged on her firm, young breasts. Capped by pink aureole, I imagined her nipples as hard little nubs...jutting away, pointy, from her chest.

Mentally, I gorged on her naked body...imagining how her trimmed pubic hair formed a neat triangle over her mound.

"Oh god Shawna," I whispered again in the empty bedroom, reaching for my cock.

Wrapping my hand around it, I pumped my shaft slowly, quietly, lost in a filthy fantasy about my daughter's best friend once more. I hated myself for it. But I couldn't stop.

For the second time, I fantasized that I was fucking Shawna. 

Bent over, naked except for her knee socks, I pounded her hot little box from behind as my hand kept time on my cock under the blankets. Leaning forward in my mind, I ran my tongue the length of her spine, tasting her sweet skin from the back of her waist to her neck.

With fantasy hands, I reached under her and cupped her hot firm tits, kneading them and rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers.

Then, my imagination took a different turn.

Standing again, I fucked her from behind, and slapped her bare ass cheeks hard with each thrust, turning them a cherry red as she cried out, moaning from the pain and the pleasure.

Fantasy Shawna moaned loudly, pushing back onto my cock. "Fuck me dad, oh god, fuck me," she said, squealing as I pounded her hard and fast. She squeezed the wall of her wet vagina around my shaft.

Suddenly, I felt the orgasm building in my balls. Beneath the blankets, my cock spasmed, jumping in my fist as I came...spurting my load into the covers.

In my mind, I came inside Shawna's tight pussy, pounding and thrusting as I grabbed her around the waist and jammed myself into her...pulling backwards onto me...making her cum, hard...her young cunt gushing as she poured her juice all over my cock

I fell asleep with my hand around my cock.

The next morning, I awoke with the covers around my ankles. I had morning wood and needed to pee.

Ambling to the toilet, I let go, feeling the relief as I urinated into the water. I really had to go badly, and the sound was louder than I had expected in the bowel.

Suddenly, I heard knock on the door.

"Dad? You awake?"

It was Shawna.

"Uhm, I'll be right there!" I called out, wishing that my bladder would hurry up and empty itself.

The memory of what I had fantasized about the night before rushed back, and I felt like shit. God, why was I thinking about Shawna this way? 

Shawna's voice sounded clearer.

"Don't forget dad, we're going to the beach today."

Apparently, she'd pushed my door open and had stuck her head inside, figuring that I was up and about. I did that sometimes, working on my computer in the morning before coming downstairs. She must have thought this was one of those times.

"Dad?" she said, sounding closer.

Shit. No, I thought, trying hard to push out the last of my urine. I'd left the bathroom door open.

"Oh, oops," Shawna said, from the other side of the wall. She'd apparently seen the open door and heard me peeing.

"Sorry dad," she said apologetically, though she hadn't actually seen me.

"That's okay hun," I said, finally finished. "I'll be out in a minute."

With that she was gone.

Coming back out of the bathroom, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt for the beach, then slipped into my flip flops.

The girls had wanted to get an early start, and I'd figured we'd stop for breakfast on the way at a drive-through or something.

Coming down stairs, I saw that the girls were already ready. Lisa wore a pink bikini and flip flops. She also had on a white t-shirt with some logo I couldn't read.

Shawna wore a red, tie-up bikini and flips flops. She was well-tanned and wore no t-shirt. I thought she must have used a tanning bed in the winter.

"Good morning daddy," Lisa said, pecking me on the cheek.

"Morning dad," Shawna flashed me a smile.

"Seriously daddy? A Hawaiian shirt?" Lisa said, sounding somewhat disdained. 

Shawna giggled...I noticed her breasts jiggle slightly under her top and looked away quickly. Shawna's bikini was much less conservative than Lisa's, but I had no business looking at her like that. I swore not to do it again.

Picking up the basket of stuff for the beach that they had packed, Lisa made for the door with Shawna at her heels.

"I'm drivin' dad," Shawna said over her shoulder.

"Oh, uh, okay," I said, surprised.

Once outside, we got into Shawna's car. The girls in front and I in the back seat.

Shawna gunned the engine and took off. To me, it seemed liked she hadn't looked behind us.

"Woa," I blurted, surprised, craning my neck around to see if we were about to be rear-ended.

Both girls giggled at that.

"Oh daddy," Lisa smiled at me.

By the time we got to the beach, I was a nervous wreck. Shawna had taken the freeway, constantly weaving between the traffic as she passed car after car.

"Shawna," I mentioned once from the back seat. "Do you always drive like this?'

"I think you're scaring daddy," Lisa said, breaking into giggles.

"Don't worry dad," Shawna grinned at me in the rearview, "I'll get us there okay." Somehow, I wasn't convinced. But amazingly, she did.

Once at the beach, we chose a spot and spread out the blankets and towels and sat down.

Lisa stripped off her t-shirt to smear suntan oil on her skin.

"Aren't you going to take off your shirt daddy?" she said at me.

"No, I'm fine," I smiled. I burn easily.

"Come on, dad," Shawna goaded, "get some sun." 

With a sigh of resignation, I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. It had been a long time since I'd been in the sun...but...arguing with the two girls was like trying to knock down a brick wall with a pea shooter. It just didn't work.

Suddenly, a stark naked woman walked by about fifteen yards in front of us. My mouth dropped open and I stared in shock and disbelief.

Noticing my condition, the girls broke into fits of laughter.

"Daddy...daddy..."Lisa managed between waves of guffaws, "it's clothing optional here..." finally collapsing over herself. Both girls had a good laugh at my reaction.

"You brought me to a nude beach?" I said, sternly, somewhat incredulous at them. They both looked at me with that expression they gave me when they were in trouble.

"C'mon daddy," Lisa said, dropping it a notch. "We're adults now."

So they were. It was hard for me to think of them that way at times. But...they were 18 now.

"You haven't been out in so long dad," Shawna said, backing my daughter up. "We thought you might enjoy seeing the women." She finished with a smile that melts me every time. She does it on purpose and has since she was a little girl.

"Don't be mad daddy," Lisa said.

How could I be mad? My girls have always known how to work me.

"Well," I said, resigned, "we're here now. And you two are right. You are adults, might as well enjoy it." 

I smiled to let them know that I wasn't angry.

"That's the spirit dad," Shawna smiled at me. 

I relaxed on the blanket, taking in the view around me. There were a few naked people, men and women, but more of the crowd wore clothing of some sort. I guessed it wasn't so bad after all.

"Maybe I should take off my suit," Shawna said, rubbing suntan oil into her thigh, although her tan was already dark.

"SHAWNA!" Lisa bolted upright. "Not in front of my dad!"

I swallowed hard, shocked. 

Shawna broke into laughter again, nearly falling over.

"I'm kidding!" she said through her giggles.

I remained silent, pretending I hadn't heard that. 

But I had...and for a brief moment, the picture of Shawna, sitting completely naked on the blanket flashed through my mind. My cock stirred, and I pushed the thought away as hard and as fast as I could.

"But I could," Shawna teased again, flashing me a smile.

"Shawna stop," Lisa protested.

"Okay, sorry Lisa," Shawna said, giggling again. 

"Sorry dad," she said, flashing me another smile.

I stayed silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Wanna go for a dip Lisa?" Shawna asked, making good again.

"Okay," Lisa answered. "You comin' daddy?' 

"No honey, Imma stay here and guard the stuff," I smiled at both of them. 

With that they were up and off, headed towards the water.

Relaxing, I exhaled. The girls were something. 

Shawna had always been the bolder of the two. Whenever they got into trouble, whether it was at her place or ours...Shawna was often the leader. I'd had many calls from Shawna's parents over the years, as they'd had from me, and we'd grown pretty close, especially after my wife passed.

We had a sort of mutual agreement. They were okay with me disciplining Shawna as well, as I was okay with them metering out the discipline with Lisa when she earned it.

We felt it was good for the girls to feel like they had two families. And by the looks of how they'd turned out...it had been.

But deep inside, I felt so wrong about how I'd fantasized about Shawna...masturbating to her. I knew that I missed having a woman at my side. And Shawna had grown into a beautiful, sexy young lady. I resolved that I would stop doing that because it was no better than fantasizing about Lisa.

At my peripheral perimeter, a gorgeous, middle-aged woman appeared, approaching the blanket where I sat. She was very pretty, shoulder length dark hair and deeply tanned.

She was also stark naked.

Her large breasts swayed in front of her and I felt a stirring between my legs watching her.

"Hi," she said, coming to a halt a few feet from me.

"Hi." I returned.

"Nice day huh?" she smiled, friendly.

"Yes it is" I said back, making small talk.

Although the beach was clothing optional, I hadn't actually seen a naked woman up close in many years...and my body responded automatically as my cock thickened.

I shifted positions. A fact that did not go unnoticed. 

The woman smiled.

"Are those your girls?" she said, pointing towards Lisa and Shawna in the water.

"Well, one of them is, Lisa," I said. "The other one, Shawna, is her best friend, but she's like a daughter to me."

"That's wonderful," the lady said, stepping closer. I couldn't help but notice that she shaved...her mound was completely bald and smooth

My cock rose to full erection, pressing hard against my shorts...forming a tent at the front. Instinctively, I placed my hands over it to hide it.

The woman's eyes fell to my crotch and she smiled again...seemingly aware of the effect that her nudity was having on me.

Just then, I spotted Shawna returning.

"Well, you have a nice day," the naked woman said, smiling, as she turned to leave. I watched her naked ass move a moment more.

"Hey dad," Shawna said. Plopping down on the blanket, she shook herself, sending cold droplets of water flying everywhere.

Her tanned skin was beaded with wetness, and her blonde hair stuck to her in strings.

"Where's Lisa?" I said.

"She wanted to stay a bit...she's talking to some guy."

Shawna glanced at my hands over my crotch.

Nervously, I shifted, crossing my legs Indian style.

"I saw you talking to that woman," she grinned at me. "Did you like her?"

"She was nice," I answered, wanting to change the subject.

"She was naked huh?" Shawna pressed, giggling a bit.

I swallowed, harder than I wanted to.

"Yes, she was, but it is a clothing optional place," I said. 

Why did I feel like I was defending myself, I wondered.

"Dad?" Shawna said.

I looked up.

I had been staring at her breasts. Not at them per se, but in their general direction, lost in thought. Embarrassment filled me at what she must have been thinking.

"Can you rub some oil on my back for me?"

With that, Shawna handed me the bottle of oil and spread out on her stomach. Reaching behind her back, she untied her top and let it fall to her sides.

"Uh, I guess so..." I said. How was I supposed to react? To refuse something as perfectly normal as that would seem weird. But seeing Shawna lay out in front of me like that made me nervous. Spying the swell of her breasts from the sides as they flattened against the blanket had an effect that it shouldn't have.

My cock was still hard from talking to the woman, and Shawna wasn't helping matters...though she was totally unaware of it I was sure.

Asking me to rub oil on her back was an innocent thing. Why was I even having this discussion with myself in the first place?

Pouring some oil into my palm, I scooted closer, sliding on my rear so as not to have to stand up.

Gently, I rubbed it onto Shawna's back, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingers. Starting at her shoulder blades, I smoothed across them...then poured some more down the length of her spine and smoothed it outwards.

As I rubbed the oil into her skin, my mind drifted to the fantasy I'd had about her in the shower. I remembered how I'd pictured her standing in front of me in nothing but her knee socks, watching me masturbate.




Shawna My Daughter’s Friend Ch. 02



I thought about how I'd imagined her pert breasts...her pink nipples pointy and hard, before bending her over and entering her hot little pussy from behind. Jerking off under the water, I'd fucked her hot, young body in my mind...pounding her...fucking her hard...making her cum all over my cock...

"Mmmm..." 

The sound of Shawna's voice reached my ears, snatching me back to reality. She was moving her hips slowly, grinding herself into the blanket. 

Stunned, I sat with my hand resting on her back just above the small of it, before finally becoming aware and snatching it away as if from a hot stove.

"What's wrong dad?" Shawna said. Lifting her head from the blanket, she turned to look at me.

I was so hard that it hurt.

"Shawna, I...I don't think..." I stammered, trying to sound stern.

"Shawna! Come see this! This is awesome!" The sound of Lisa's voice from the water reached the blanket.

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she turned her head towards the water.

Her bare breasts hung between her arms. 

My cock throbbed in my shorts and I looked away.

"Lisa's calling me," she said. Then she lay down on her stomach again and re-tied her bikini top. 

"Be back," she said sweetly. With that she pecked me on the cheek and trotted off towards the water.

I sat in stunned silence, watching her go...unaware that I was still holding the bottle of suntan oil at a 45 degree angle, trying to process what had just happened.

Had I really seen Shawna grinding her hips into the blanket? Or, had I...lost in fantasy again...imagined it? 

She'd revealed her bare breasts to me. The throbbing erection between my legs was proof of that. Of course, I hadn't seen all of them, but I'd seen enough of them.

Had she done that intentionally? Was she trying to show her breasts to me? Or, had she pushed herself to her elbows instinctively at the sound of Lisa's voice with no real thought to what she was doing?

It could have easily been an innocent thing, and the more I thought about it, the more sure I was of it.

Finally noticing the bottle still in my hand, I placed it on the blanket. "Oh god," I said aloud to nobody in particular, with an exhale. What the hell was I doing fantasizing about my daughter's best friend? I'd watched the girl grow up and I loved her like my own daughter.

In fact, what I was doing was no better than if it was Lisa I was fantasizing about.

If Shawna had been grinding her hips because of my touching her, then I was the one to blame. She was just an innocent girl responding without thinking.

Shame rose in me like hot mercury. 

There was something deeply wrong with me...I was sure of it. I had to stop thinking about Shawna that way. I would stop.

My cock pressed against my shorts and I crossed my legs, berating myself as the two reappeared, approaching hand-in-hand from the water.



Shawna My Daughter’s Friend Ch. 03



After leaving the beach where Shawna had removed her top as I rubbed suntan oil into her bare skin, she'd revealed her breasts to me...though not all of them.

I couldn't stop thinking about it on the way home.

I was sure she hadn't actually done it on purpose; rather, she'd instinctively risen up to her elbows when Lisa had called her name from the water.

Either way, I was in a mess. 

Asking me to rub suntan oil on her body was a perfectly normal thing...in fact, I'd done it several times in the past when Shawna was younger.

So why the big deal now? 

Why, was I sitting there in the back seat of Shawna's car...constantly remembering the way she'd looked over her shoulder at me on the beach blanket as she rubbed suntan oil slowly into her thigh?

Why was I remembering the way she'd smiled at me as she joked about taking her suit off? Why had the picture of her sitting totally naked on the blanket flashed through my mind? Why had touching her affected me so? Had she really ground her hips into the blanket?

And why...for fuck's sake, why was I using my daughter's friend...my second daughter who I practically helped raise from childhood...young Shawna, barely 18...who called me "dad" her whole life...as a masturbatory fantasy?

Why was I having these thoughts and fantasies about her? Why was I lusting after her?

Simply because I'd come home one evening to find her sitting on the couch in a sleep shirt and knee sock with her panties next to her?

Why had she taken them off? Was it innocent? It had to be. I refused to think of one of my girls that way...but...I was.

She was 18 now; that was true. She was a young woman. She possibly had...needs. I recoiled at that thought.

But if that was the case...and that was a big "if," why was she doing these things in front of me of all people? She was young and gorgeous and could have her pick of any of the young men in the world.

It made no sense.

Therefore, the only conclusion that I could come to was that I was just a pitiful, dirty old man who had somehow acquired an eye for my daughter's best friend.

I missed my wife of course. I hadn't been with another woman since she passed...but that was no excuse for lusting after Shawna.

And I had to stop. I would stop. 

I would stop thinking about her as a sex object. Christ, she was practically my own daughter. She'd spent at least as much time with Lisa at our place growing up as she did at home.

I'd been like a second father to her. I'd bandaged her wounds when she got hurt at our place. I'd helped her with her homework. I'd fed her. Since my wife died, Lisa, Shawna and I had spent every Christmas together...usually the day before or after. We celebrated the girl's birthdays together. For the last ten years we'd hailed their accomplishments and weathered their failures...together.

We were like a family of sorts.

I'd managed to pull some strings to get Shawna in the same college as Lisa. Her math scores hadn't quite made the cut, but a few phone calls and some name dropping had done the trick. Shawna had been so happy about going to college with Lisa...she'd hugged my neck, and kissed my cheek.

"You're the best dad anyone could ever have," she'd said. "I wish you were my real dad..."

I'd swelled with pride and love for her in that moment. I'd made a difference in her life. And she'd made a difference in ours.

Now, here I was fantasizing about her...about having sex with her...lusting after her young body.

God, I thought, dropping my head into my hands. "I must be a sick fuck."

"Daddy?" Lisa said, sounding concerned from the front seat. "You okay?" 

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine honey," I lied, smiling. The last thing on this earth that I would ever want was for Lisa to even gain an inkling of what had been going on in my sick, twisted mind.

"Maybe he got too much sun," Shawna added, watching me in the rearview. "Let's get you home so you can lay down dad."

"No, I'm fine dears," I said. Though I wasn't. We were going out to celebrate their 18th birthdays. They'd each turned 18 at college and I didn't want to miss their birthdays again.

I made it through the rest of the ride in one piece. Shawna didn't drive like a maniac on the way home, a fact that I greatly appreciated.

Once in the house, the girls fawned over me.

"You look pale daddy, why don't you lay down for a bit?" Lisa said sweetly, pecking my cheek.

I felt like shit but it wasn't from the sun.

"We're celebrating you girls' birthdays this evening, and I don't want to miss it," I said.

"Daddy, it's okay. If you don't feel well, we can do it another time." My baby girl shot me those doe eyes, the ones that always melted me.

"Yeah dad, it's no big deal, we can always do it some other time," Shawna added sweetly.

As tempting as it was, I knew that the girls would too soon be gone again. I would miss them, and I didn't want to lose out on their birthday celebrations. We'd always had a double party for them. It was always special.

"I know," Lisa said, popping up suddenly.

"Why don't we just celebrate at home? I'll run and get some cake and ice-cream and we can watch our favorite movies."

"Yeah, and I'll fix dinner!" Shawna finished the idea, excited.

"That way you can rest up daddy," my daughter smiled at me.

"But girls, it's your birthdays. I can't have you working, going to the store and fixing dinner and stuff on your birthdays," I protested. But the idea was appealing.

I was mentally exhausted from thinking and kicking my own ass. Maybe I had gotten too much sun. What I really wanted at that moment was to shower and relax with a stiff drink.

"Dad..." Shawna said, trying to sound stern. "We want to...besides, the main thing is that we're together."

Lisa nodded.

"Okay," I said, exhaling...really wanting that shower. "If you really want to. I'm going to go take a shower."

With that, I ambled upstairs to my room, leaving the girls to their plans.

Under the warm water of the shower, I washed away the day. It had been a long time since I'd last been to the beach. I'd forgotten how the sun really takes it out of you if you aren't used to it. Besides that, I'd foolishly forgotten to use sunscreen, and my upper body was beginning to turn red with sunburn.

It was easy not to fantasize about Shawna. I didn't want to. I would no longer think of my sweet, second daughter that way.

Wrapping a towel around my waist I entered my room feeling better about myself.

Suddenly, a crashing sound reached my ears and Shawna cried out in what sounded like real pain.

"SHAWNA?" I called out, alarmed.

"OW!" I heard her shriek from the kitchen.

Bounding from my spot, I ran, clutching my towel around me, taking the steps two at a time.

Still sopping wet, I rounded the corner onto the kitchen floor and slid, nearly skidding off of my feet and crashing into the wall.

"OW! OW!" Shawna said again and again. Standing over the stove, still in her bikini, she held her arm to her chest in pain as tears welled in her eyes.

"Shawna!" I said, scared to death. Recovering, I finally reached her. "Are you okay? What happened? Let me see it!" I fired off in a panic like parents do when their children get hurt.

"I dropped the pot of boiling water and it hit my arm..." she said in pain, as a single tear traced one cheek.

Reacting without thinking, I quickly grabbed her arm, turned the cold water on full blast and jammed it under the spigot in a single motion.

Shawna whimpered and bit her bottom lip as the cold water hit her burning flesh. 

I held her arm under the running water for several minutes, then lifting it to my face, I worriedly inspected it. It was red, but I saw no signs of serious burns. She'd been lucky.

"Oh thank god sweety," I said, relieved. "You arm's gonna be fine."

"Lisa went to the store," she said, sounding like a little girl. "And I was gonna fix dinner and I went to pick up the pot to drain it and I dropped it and it went all over my arm...and it really hurts...oh god I'm so stupid..."

Pulling her close I hugged her gently, stroking her hair. "No honey, you're not stupid...it could have happened to anyone," I tried to reassured her.

"I love you dad," she said, pressing her face into my bare chest.

It was then that I became aware that in the commotion I hadn't realized that my towel had come off...I stood in the kitchen, with Shawna pressing her warm body into mine...completely naked.

Shawna pressed her face into my bare chest and hugged me...suddenly I felt the fronts of her bare thighs brush against the tip of my penis.

Oh god no...I thought, struggling against it with everything in me.

But it wasn't enough. To my utter horror, my cock thickened, growing quickly to an erection right between her legs.

Lifting her head, Shawna opened her eyes...and bored into mine.

"Dad?"

Pushing back from me a bit, she looked down between us.

"Woa..." she uttered.

"Shawna...I..." I stammered, trying to explain. "I rushed down here from the shower with my towel on and...I didn't mean...I mean, I..."

Shawna turned her head up to me again and smiled, cutting me off. 

As I stood there, in shock, mortified, as of yet unable to move, my daughter's best friend, my second daughter, sweet, beautiful Shawna, began to move her hips.

My mouth fell open in shock.

"Shawna, no...stop..." I said, pushing her away.

But she held on. 

Moving her hips forward and back, she clamped my erection between her inner thighs as it disappeared and reappeared between them.

I felt her warmth...her wetness slickened my cock as she humped me between her thighs and a low moan escaped my lips.

"Dad," she said low, looking down between us, breathing hard.

"Shawna, no..." I said, barely able to breathe myself.

Suddenly she reached behind herself and untied her bikini top. It fell away, revealing her firm breasts. My cock swelled harder between her wet thighs as she grinded on it. 

"Shawna stop...please...now...stop..." I protested weakly, pushing at her. But my cock throbbed with an excitement that filled my belly, then my entire being.

Pressing her body into mine, Shawna clamped her warm mouth over mine; sliding her soft, wet tongue into it.

I moaned into her mouth. My cock felt like it was going to burst as it swelled upwards sliding between the moist softness between her legs.

Shawna breathed into my ear, and I felt her hot breath on my neck. I felt her soft breasts pressing into me as her nipples hardened on my bare skin. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

"Fuck me dad," she whispered hotly into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, before sliding her wet tongue into it.

Overcome with lust for my daughter's best friend, I could take no more. 

My mind screamed in defiance and every nerve in my body screamed right back. It was so wrong and I knew it...but still, I pushed Shawna roughly away and tore at the strings of her bikini bottoms, untying them and ripping her bottoms from her body, making her completely naked.

Spinning her around, I bent her over the kitchen counter and entered her...slowly pushing my engorged, throbbing, hungry cock into her hot, dripping cunt. She was so tight. Her cunt molded itself to my shaft and I moaned loudly, shoving into her.

Shawna moaned just as loudly and pushed back, fucking herself onto my cock.

What was left of my rational brain dissolved as pure lust and animal instinct took over...I fucked my daughter's best friend, my second daughter, there in the kitchen, pounding her wildly from behind.

"Oh god...oh god..." she moaned, pressing her naked ass back into me. 

Reaching under her, I cupped her young tits in my hands, finally feeling their soft firmness for real. Rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers, I kneaded them and pinched at them, making her moan again more loudly. 

The sounds of our fucking and the smell of sex filled the air around us as my loins slapped against Shawna's ass over and over again.

The feel of her tight, young twat was indescribable, and I felt like I was going to explode at any second.

Pulling her back up, I spun her again and placed my hands under her ass. Grabbing a soft cheek in each palm, I lifted her, setting her down on the counter.

I entered her again from the front and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Using her legs, she pulled me into her again and again as I pounded her hot little pussy.

"Oh god fuck me," she breathed in a single breath. Clamping my mouth over one soft tit, I sucked at it...licking her hard nipple, pulling it between my teeth...finally tasting her.

With one hand, Shawna reached between us and fingered herself as I thrust into her...I felt her fingers on the shaft of my cock, as she diddled at her clit hard and fast, making herself moan on the kitchen counter.

Then, leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around my body and bit into my shoulder, thrusting her hips forward to meet mine. 

We fucked hard and fast. I watched her pert, bare breasts jiggle wildly in front of me and it spurned me to frenzy. Her long hair flailed around her body. She was so hot. So gorgeous. So insanely fucking sexy as she rubbed her clit between us, edging herself, nearing orgasm.

Suddenly, Shawna's car appeared through kitchen window...pulling into the driveway.

"Oh...god, Lisa's home," Shawna said, moaning...pulling me faster into her with her legs. But she didn't stop.

Glancing up and through the window, I saw my daughter get out of the car and close the driver's door. Then she went around to the back and popped the hood.

But I was too far gone to stop.

As my orgasm built in my belly, I saw Lisa gathering groceries in her arms from the trunk of the car.

My cock swelled hard inside of Shawna, and I exploded, jettisoning thick, hot ropes of cum upwards and into her cunt, filling her with it.

Shawna moaned loudly and came, grinding herself onto my cock, gushing all over it, wetting it and the front of us with her juices.

"Oh god, dad, I love you..." she said, cumming hard.

My heart stopped in my chest as Lisa passed beneath the window.

Suddenly, she reappeared at the car again without the groceries, as if she'd forgotten something.

Quickly, I pumped my last into Shawna, emptying myself into her. Shawna grabbed at me wildly as orgasm shook her body.

Pulling out of her, I snatched the towel from the floor and ran across the kitchen to the dining room, then upstairs to my room....just as I heard Lisa come through the front door.

"I'm back" I heard her call out as she entered the living room.

Leaving the bedroom door open, I strained, barely daring to breathe, to hear the slightest sound.

"Shawna?" Lisa called out from the living room.

"Dad?"

I heard her put the groceries down on the dining table.

"Anyone here?" she said again.

"Hey you're back," I heard Shawna's voice say, entering the dining room with the sound of a toilet flushing behind her.

"Shawna what the hell?" Lisa said, sounding surprised.

I froze. 

"What happened to your arm?" 



Shawna My Daughter’s Friend Ch. 04



It was the girl's 18th birthday celebration. They'd actually turned 18 a few months before at college, but we always celebrated their birthdays together. Lisa had just returned from the store with supplies for the celebration while Shawna had remained behind to fix dinner.

We'd gone to the beach that day and after coming home, I decided to shower. After a long day of beating myself up over my fantasies about Shawna, my daughter's best friend...a girl who was like as second daughter to me, I'd finally managed to resist the urge.

For the past few days, I'd been masturbating to visions of beautiful, young Shawna. But after coming home from the beach, I'd at long last been able to overcome it. I'd been so proud of myself for that and was starting to feel better about myself, thinking that there might be some hope for me after all.

Then it happened.

Coming out of the shower, I'd heard a crashing sound downstairs immediately followed by Shawna's shriek of pain.

Reacting as any parent would, I ran downstairs without concern for myself, clutching at the towel around my waist to discover that Shawna had burned her arm with a pot of boiling water.

Somehow, in the commotion, my towel had come off. As Shawna pressed her face into my chest in tears, I'd comforted my second girl unaware that I was naked until it was too late. I'd grown erect, right between Shawna's bare thighs.

The rest is...well...some kind of sick and twisted history.

Shawna had apparently become aroused by our intimacy, and to tell the truth, so had I. I tried to resist, but overcome by my recent lust for my second daughter...I ended up fucking her in the kitchen while my daughter Lisa was at the store.

Lisa had come home, unaware that her fucked-up father was banging her best friend in the kitchen and nearly caught us.

Now, I crouched, naked, in the doorframe of my bedroom, barely daring to breathe, listening to the two downstairs. Shawna had been completely naked during our sex and had apparently run into the downstairs bathroom as Lisa walked in.

I heard her come out and greet Lisa.

Lisa was shocked at the burn on Shawna's arm, though I knew it wasn't serious thank god.

But the burn on her arm was the least of my worries now. 

I had just fucked the hell out of my daughter's best friend, who was like a daughter to me, and I was scared to death and at a total loss.

"I burned my arm fixing dinner," I heard Shawna answer Lisa's surprised question as she came out of the bathroom. 

"Jeez, Shawna, are you okay?" Lisa said worriedly.

"It's nothing serious, dad took care of it."

I winced at the reference to me.

"Well, thank goodness it's nothing serious. Hey Shawna, are you going to wear your bikini the rest of the evening?" Lisa laughed.

"Uhm....no..."

There was a moment of silence, until I heard Lisa exclaim in surprise. 

"SHAWNA!" she said, sounding shocked. "For fuck's sake, you can't walk around like that! Daddy could come down at any minute!"

I could only imagine what Shawna had done.

"I'm just playin' Lisa" Shawna said, breaking into fits. It seemed that despite the fact that Shawna and I had fucked like wild animals in the kitchen only minutes before, she was unaffected by it. Shawna was being her usual self with Lisa.

"Daddy!" Lisa called upstairs from the dining room. "Are you comin' down?"

I was silent.

"Imma go change," Shawna said, climbing the stairs.

Quickly, I shut my bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed. The towel lay on the floor at my feet, forgotten for the moment.

What had I done? What the fuck...what in the name of god was wrong with me?

How...I wondered...how in the hell could I have allowed that to happen?

How could I have fucked Shawna?

I knew that I'd been fantasizing about her since I'd come home to find her sitting on the couch in her sleeps shirt and knee socks on the couch. 

I'd gone into the kitchen to fix myself a drink. When I came back out, Shawna's panties were lying on the couch next to her. I still didn't know if she'd taken them off when I was in the kitchen or if they had been there and I'd missed them when I initially came through the door.

Shawna had stood up and walked by me, and I caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have. That's when the fantasizing started...hell, that's when I'd starting masturbating...picturing myself fucking her.

And now. Now, it was too late. I'd actually done it. I felt like shit. I felt like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

There was no taking it back. I couldn't turn back time and undo what had happened in the kitchen. I couldn't un-fuck her.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her, or whether I could even face her again. What would she think of me...the man who had helped raise her from childhood...the man who she lovingly called her second dad? The man she trusted and looked up to?

Images of what had happened in the kitchen flashed through my mind. I saw Shawna in her bikini, holding her arm to her chest in pain.

I saw my erection sliding between her thighs. I saw myself rip her bikini bottoms away from her...I saw her naked body...I saw myself bend her over the kitchen counter and enter her.

I pushed the images away...and felt a stirring between my thighs again.

"Dad?" 

Shawna's voice, in a whisper, accompanied by a light tapping on my bedroom door, reached my ears.

I said nothing. I didn't know what to say.

"Dad, can I come in? Please?"

"Go away," was what I said...then instantly regretted it.

"Please dad? Please?" she tapped again.

With an exhale of resignation, I picked up my towel and wrapped it around me...surely I could at least trust myself with Lisa in the house. My words were hurtful and I heard it in Shawna's voice. On top of everything else...I didn't want her to think that I hated her or that I blamed her.

"Come on in honey," I said.

Shawna pushed the door open and stepped through it.

I looked at her.

She had changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

She was so beautiful, and I loved everything about her.

I loved her like my own.

And, I'd let her down. I'd exposed myself; I'd shown her who I really was at the core...a dirty old man who wanted to fuck her...who did fuck her. 

I wondered if she would ever trust me again...and I wouldn't' have blamed her if she didn't. 

"Dad," she said softly, as tears threatened me.

"Shawna, look, I..." I began before she gently cut me off.

"Dad, please, it's okay," she said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped a little.

"I'm so sorry," I said, dropping my head.

Suddenly, she was sitting next to me on the edge of the bed.

I heard Lisa moving stuff around downstairs.

Gently, Shawna placed her soft, warm lips on my cheek.

"I love you dad," she whispered.

In spite of myself, and everything else...my cock stirred again under the towel.

I hated myself.

"Shawna, honey, please..." Facing her, I begged. 

Pleading with my eyes, I just wanted her to understand without my saying it. I couldn't say it. I wanted her to know that what we...I...had done was so deeply wrong, and that I loved her and just wanted things to be okay again.

Without warning, Shawna pressed her lips against mine and wrapped me in her arms.

My cock rose to full erection under the towel and I pushed her away.

"Shawna, no..." I said, keeping my voice low, "that's so wrong."

"Why is it wrong dad," she whispered back. "I love you, and I know you love me...I've always loved you. I've watched you suffer since Mrs. B. died, and my heart has always ached for you, ever since I was a little girl."

Slowly, as she whispered to me, Shawna pulled at the towel, until it came completely off of me...leaving me naked next to her.

My erection stood straight up between my thighs.

Wrapping her warm hand around it gently, she pulled on it slowly, lovingly. Unable to resist her again, I moaned softly.

"Oh...Shawna," I said low, "this is so wrong...we can't...can't..."

The sensation was incredible as Shawna stroked me slowly, manipulating my cock in her fingers. Leaning back on the bed, I placed my hands behind me for support and gave in...I could no longer fight.

Shawna stroked me, stopping to pull on me, then stroked again, repeating the pattern over again...steadily increasing in speed.

My body was on fire...my cock swelled to hot iron in her palm.

"Daddy! Shawna!"

I suddenly heard Lisa call to us from downstairs and froze.

But Shawna kept stroking.

"Everything will be ready in a minute!" 

Leaning inwards, Shawna pressed her body into mine. I could feel her soft breasts and stiffening nipples through her t-shirt on my bare skin. Turning her head up, she gently placed her lips on my mine.

I pushed my tongue through her lips into her mouth and sucked it...exploring her with it.

"Oh god...Shawna," I whispered into her mouth as her hand moved faster, pulling harder at my throbbing erection.

Pulling away, Shawna placed light kisses along my neck...slowly kissing her way down my chest to my belly...then below.

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes, totally giving myself over to it...I felt my cock slipping slowly into her soft, wet mouth.

I shivered.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, with my knees apart, Shawna knelt in front of me and sucked my cock.

Taking into her mouth, she swirled her velvet tongue around the head, then sucked it all the way down...gorging on it....then pulled hard, sucking her way back to the head...over and over.

It felt incredible.

She was driving me crazy.

As my passion rose, it turned into pure lust.

Standing, I wrapped her soft hair her in my fingers, balling them into fist...and moved my hips...slowly fucking my cock into her mouth.

"Shawna...." I moaned, too loudly in the bedroom, "Shawna..."

As Shawna increased the speed of her sucking, she reached between my legs and gently cupped my balls, kneading them, rolling them in her palm.

Glancing in the mirror, I saw gorgeous young Shawna kneeling in front of me, sucking my cock in her jeans and t-shirt, while I stood, naked, wrapping her beautiful hair in my hands.

It was so erotic. So...wrong.

I pumped faster, jamming my cock into her mouth. Pulling on her hair, I moved her head back and forth, using it to fuck my cock.

The slurping sounds grew louder in the bedroom as I rammed my cock down Shawna's throat. She held on, hugging me around the waist, kneading my bare ass cheeks with her fingers.

"Guys?" I heard Lisa call to us again from downstairs.

With the bedroom door standing wide open, I fucked Shawna's face faster...scared to death that my daughter would come upstairs at any moment and catch us.

My orgasm built in my belly, threatening at the thought.

"Everything's ready! Whatter you guys doin' up there?" Lisa called out again, sounding closer, like she was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Fuck," I muttered and tried to pull away.

But Shawna held on, sucking me hard into her mouth, fucking my cock with it.

"Hey! Daddy! Shawna!"

Oh god no I thought, panicking, just as my orgasm hit.

Moaning loudly, I came, jettisoning thick ropes of cum into Shawna's mouth. She sucked hard, slurping them right out of me...fucking my cock hard and fast with her mouth...squeezing my balls with her palm.

Then, she released my cock and leaned back.

Grasping my shaft with her fingers, she pumped hard and fast, coaxing my cum out of me. Turning her head upwards, she looked into my eyes and smiled as I emptied my load right out in front of me, coating her t-shirt with it.

"What are you guys totally deaf?" Lisa was at the top of the stairs now, headed down the hall.

There was no way out.