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 Title: To Help a Friend


Summary: What a friend does for want of a father...


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   Helping To Realize A Truth -- Chapter 01

   "Mr.  Gaelen, you look like you need a blowjob," said the young voice in
an almost matter of fact delivery.

   Daryl Gaelen looked up from his desk to spy Cheryl-Lynn, the best friend
of his daughter for the last eighteen years, standing in the doorway with a
straight face.  Her demeanor seemed to suggest the comment in simply a
talkative format like, "Hey, you look like you need a cup of coffee."

   Oddly, behind Cheryl-Lynn stood his own eighteen year old daughter with
her face in her hands and head shaking in pure embarrassment.

   Cheryl-Lynn Watson and her family had become fast friends on the day of
their daughters' births.  Since Aleah Gaelen was born on the same day as
Cheryl-Lynn it seemed almost prophetic to come into one another's lives. 
Both fathers were expectantly proud and nervous and when they accidently
literally ran into one another it set off a conversation that seemed as
though it would never stop.  The girls were put together in nearly
everything while their dads played league softball and their moms held the
houses together.  All four parents worked and when life became difficult
they helped one another out.  The Gaelen's were there for the births of
Cheryl-Lynn's brother and sister and the Watson's were there when the
Gaelen wife, Andrea, passed away.  That seemed to bring the fathers closer
together in friendship while Mrs.  Watson, Diane, seemed to drift away. 
Some of the closeness, or, at least, recognized friendship, between Diane
and Daryl returned when after sixteen years Greg Watson left the family to
spend time with someone no one seemed to know anything about.  It also
presented a closeness for the girls and glued Cheryl-Lynn as family.  She
even had a key to the Gaelen house while Aleah had one for the Watson
abode.

   Looking more closely Daryl couldn't tell if the young woman he figured
as his second daughter was joking or not.  He was never one to shy from the
oddities of the children of today and even challenged the girls on
occasion. This was a little different, though, and it caught him off guard.
Still, something had to be said.  "Uh, thanks for being able to see what I
look like, Chynn, I think." Using Cheryl-Lynn's nickname always made her
smile and it worked this time, too.

   Before any more conversation could be broached Aleah stepped in to cut
it off.  "Okay, here's where we stop!  Dad, Cheryl-Lynn is practicing for
the debate team for the college and she has an assignment that makes her
start a conversation with anyone about the most ridiculous subjects. 
Unfortunately, sex was one of the choices."

   Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest Daryl
looked at the two girls standing in his study doorway.  This was strange
but why not see where it could go?  It could be fun.  He'd always
considered himself a "cool" dad -- he didn't know if his daughter felt that
way but all of her friends seemed to like him.  "Even after all this time,
Leah?  I've known you both literally all your lives.  A little role play
couldn't hurt that much could it?"

   Aleah looked at her dad in frustration because he was both right and
wrong.  Right -- their families had shared just about everything beyond
partners and they were always open about the world and what happened in it.
Wrong -- because he was her dad and him talking about sex wasn't gross but
it was something uncomfortable.  What was even more wrong is that she'd
known for who knew how many years that her best friend in the universe had
a crush on her dad.  And why not?  He was handsome, funny, fit,
well-manicured, clean, intelligent and as supportive a dad as any could be.
Sure, Aleah knew, she was an only child but she was never spoilt and was
taught well about the properties of life but, hey damn it all, this was her
dad!  She had to answer, she guessed.  "Oh, fine," Aleah said, waving her
hands in dismissal, "let's see where this goes."

   Cheryl-Lynn looked from her BFF to her second dad and moved into the
study and sat in one of the chairs near the desk.  Daryl looked at her and
could see that she drew a faux concerned, almost truly pensive, stare in
her eyes.  He knew he had to be ready for anything as Cheryl-Lynn somehow
grew up not wanting to take prisoners in anything she did and it always
seemed to work out for her.

   Placing a closed fist under her chin Cheryl-Lynn said with a scary ease,
"So, Mr.  Gaelen, when was the last time you got a blowjob?"

   "Right to it, then, eh, Chynn," Daryl asked.  At her nod he set himself
for an interesting conversation but he did have to set her straight. 
"First, let's get how to debate straight.  Debating is a basis of
consideration about a position over a specific topic.  Telling me that I
look like I need one or asking when my last blowjob was is not the
beginning of a debate." Daryl looked at both young ladies in his study with
the measure of a teaching moment.  "For something like a conversation about
sex it would be more appropriate for the assignment to start with a
question like, 'What is your take on getting a surprise blowjob versus a
regularly scheduled one?'"

   Aleah looked at her father like he had just taken his junk out of his
pants.  The openness of the conversation was not new, he had always been
straight forward and to the point and he had never called her vagina her
hey-hey or called her going to the bathroom a poopie.  But this was
something new, probably because it dealt with sex.  Sure, she had learned
the ideas of sex, or the birds and the bees, from her father but it was
always in strict terms.  Aleah couldn't remember her father ever even
saying the word 'blowjob.'

   Daryl continued, "You can also seek concession of interest about an
edging blowjob against deep throating or something like that.  Do you
understand?"

   Cheryl-Lynn was frozen in her seat.  Yes, she'd known Daryl Gaelen for
her just more than eighteen years and he'd always been forward and open but
this was completely shocking to her.  She had ventured the question to try
and shock the man who was her second father but he never seemed to be fazed
by anything.  Between Aleah and herself Cheryl-Lynn knew she was the more
adventurous and daring but this man was always a surprise to her.

   "Chynn, Leah, are you alright?" Daryl's face showed a bit of concern but
underneath it was a happy moment where he'd shocked his daughters to
silence.  Neither of the young ladies spoke, their jaws open in stupor.

   Daryl looked back and forth between them for another moment or two
before he suggested that they remove themselves until they were more
prepared for the reality of a debate and if they wanted to debate about
sex, no problem.

   Cheryl-Lynn slowly rose from the chair and she and Aleah left the study
in a daze of broken ideas.

   Daryl, however, thought nothing more of the conversation and went back
to work.  His blood daughter and adopted daughter were always interesting
and he loved them both and would help them if he could.  Since Diane didn't
really speak to him very much anymore he could only count on himself for
his girls.

   ************

   Cheryl-Lynn and Aleah sat in the kitchen trying to keep their laughter
quiet but as frequently happened when something went a bit awry they just
made fun of one another.

   "I can't believe you actually asked my dad about blowjobs," Aleah said
with a little jealousy in her voice, hidden behind a giggle.

   "I can't believe I actually had the guts to do it.  I've been thinking
about it for a week," Cheryl-Lynn returned.  "Let's go ahead and talk to
him about it?"

   "What?"

   "Sex."

   "Why do you want to talk to my dad about sex," Aleah asked, very
serious.

   Cheryl-Lynn's face turned serious as a response and she looked at her
longest and best friend and said, "Because I want to have sex
with our dad.  You know that."

   Aleah did, indeed, know that.  She had hoped her friend would grow out
of it but it only seemed to get more detailed and wanted as they grew
older. Being just over eighteen, about to go into college, very pretty
young women they could probably have sex with any college boy, or man, that
showed up.  But her friend wanted her dad, damn it all.

   There was an immediate guilt pounded into Aleah's chest as she knew that
her dad was their dad.  Daryl Gaelen had been there for them through all
of their new experiences and supported them in nearly everything they did.
In fact, Aleah knew, her dad was paying for the both of them to go to
college.  Somewhere after Cheryl-Lynn's dad left, interestingly completely
devoid of want to share in anything of his daughter's life, Diane and Daryl
had spoken and they figured something out between them and found that Daryl
Gaelen could pay for the girls' college tuition.  He also paid for their
sports equipment and sundries.  Diane would concentrate on her other two
children considering the age of her oldest child but it almost seemed as if
the Watson mother just gave up or something.

   Aleah had a separate thought about how much money her, their, dad made
as she actually had no idea.

   All of these thoughts took away from the fact that her, for all intents
and purposes -- sister, wanted to have sex with their dad.  This wasn't
really incest but seemed to feel like it.  The Gaelens weren't overly
religious folk but there was a societal line even though it didn't really
matter here.  While she was Aleah's sister Cheryl-Lynn wasn't blood
related. Still, there was an uncomfortable feeling deep in the pit of her
stomach.  Like her friend hitting on her dad would lead to her friend one
day becoming her step-mother or something weird and crazy.

   Through all of this, though, Aleah knew she'd never be able to stop
Cheryl-Lynn until the fix was sated.  She could go along with this "debate"
nonsense for now -- it was a real assignment but CL, her own nickname for
her 'sister,' was taking it a bit too far.  Aleah figured she'd have to do
something to break the process but it was a discussion and her father was a
master when speaking with anyone.

   Daryl Gaelen could see changes in a face or the way someone held their
hands that wasn't normal that almost always meant you were hiding
something. Aleah had never once gotten away with a lie against her father,
neither had Cheryl-Lynn.  Maybe this could be a learning experience for her
and Cheryl-Lynn?

   Aleah was trying to see a way for her friend to go through this nonsense
she wanted but without losing the closeness that they all shared.  Maybe
she'd just have to let it play out and see what happens?

   Finally, turning to Cheryl-Lynn with a serious expression, Aleah said,
"Fine.  We can do this, or you can do this, but I need some promises from
you right now." Aleah pointed a finger at her pseudo-sister while her eyes
and chin were set and unmoving.  Cheryl-Lynn knew that look so she had to
agree or this was all lost to her.

   "Okay.  What?"

   "If you don't get to have sex with dad then you have to let it go or be
ready to talk to him about it.  I love you and I'll side with you against
the universe but I'll pick dad over you every time.  Promise?" Aleah's face
was tight and her eyes were almost mean.  The words sounded mean, perhaps,
but they both knew it was true.

   Cheryl-Lynn crossed her right hand over her heart and held up her left
in the girl scout three fingers salute and said, "I promise." Her eyes were
shining and bright with anticipation.

   "Next," Aleah said with some more heaviness, "if this doesn't work out
you and I remain the friends and sisters we are."

   Cheryl-Lynn looked at Aleah like she had just said the dumbest thing
anyone could ever say.  "No question, nitwit.  Why would you even put that
in?"

   "That's all I've got for now but if I think up anything else we'll talk
about it, fair," Aleah asked.

   "Fair enough but I want a promise from you now," Cheryl-Lynn shot back
quickly.

   "What's that?"

   "If I do get to have sex with dad then you accept it and leave it be and
we remain sisters and friends.  No pity party bullshit.  Agreed?"
Cheryl-Lynn's face was just as serious as Aleah's now and they knew they
had to have this accord or everything could break into hard to put back
together fragments.  Sure, they'd still be best friends and sister but
there would be a void there.

   "Agreed," Aleah said in a huff with a small slump of her shoulders.

   ************

   Nearly an hour later Daryl walked into the kitchen to begin getting
dinner ready.  He hadn't realized the time when the girls came into his
study but when his own stomach growled he looked at the time and knew he
had to get things moving.  He figured spaghetti with a meat sauce and
garlic bread with a small salad was easy enough.

   When he entered the kitchen he saw Cheryl-Lynn and Aleah sitting at the
table, speaking quietly.  They didn't turn their heads or even acknowledge
his presence so he just went about the kitchen getting ready.  "Staying for
dinner, Chynn?"

   "Yes, please.  I'll let my mom know." Cheryl-Lynn immediately picked up
her phone and began ticking away at it, supposedly letting Diane know about
dinner.

   Daryl took an idle wonder for a quick moment about the younger Watson
children but since he never saw them he never thought about them.  For
reasons he couldn't know Diane kept Robert and Christina away from the
Gaelens.  Sure, he'd been there at their birth and had even been to several
of their birthday parties but it was never as close as with Cheryl-Lynn. 
If Diane called because she needed help he'd keep his friendship, oddly
tentative though it was, as the base for helping her out.

   Letting the thoughts of Chynn's family go for the moment he began making
dinner.  There was no conversation between he and the young women but there
rarely was these days.  They were getting too old for the likes of him. 
Daryl was only in his mid-forties but he was far from the Millennial
ideology so he let them be.  He and Aleah would speak about the day and
life if it was just the two of them but it hardly ever was these days. 
That's okay, thought Daryl, my kid(s) is/are growing up.

   About twenty minutes later Daryl set dinner on the table and the girls
were up and getting plates and whatnot and setting the table and soon they
all sat and began eating.

   "So," Daryl began easy enough, "how's the debate processing?"

   Cheryl-Lynn immediately brightened up and replied, "We've been thinking
about what you said..."

   "'We've' been or 'you've' been?  Is this your assignment or the two of
you," Daryl asked, interrupting Cheryl-Lynn pointedly.

   "Oh, well...it's just for me but you know I share part of Leah's brain
so...we've been working together to help me understand." The smile on
Cheryl-Lynn's face was contagious and Daryl joined her in the easy
conversational whip.  They always spoke with the easiness of the young
women and severe press of the man.

   "Sounds like a good idea," Daryl said before taking a full bite of food.

   Cheryl-Lynn looked at Aleah with a smirk of danger and a wink and then
turned to Daryl and said, "So, Mr.  Gaelen..."

   "Daryl.  It's been Daryl since you were five.  The only time you use my
surname is when you're trying to be shocking or you've done something
wrong. Have you done anything wrong?"

   Well chastened Cheryl-Lynn shook her head fumblingly started again, "So
then, Daryl, please let me know your view of walking around the house nude
with anyone present?  Do you find it presentable to be naked around a
closed house with someone who may not be of your direct family?"

   Daryl Gaelen looked directly at Chynn's eyes for a few moments before
taking another bite, looking at his daughter whose face was looking down at
her plate and then back to Chynn before he said, "Are you certain you're
serious about these questions, Chynn?  The two of you are certainly old
enough to have this kind of discussion with another adult, you are adults,
but I don't want either of you to be shocked and then start looking at me
differently.  You want honesty?"

   Cheryl-Lynn nodded her head and there was even a slight nod from Aleah.
"Very well," Daryl said without any hint of being uncomfortable.  Always
serious, Daryl stated matter of factly:

   "My view of walking about in the nude is not one of judgment.  I don't
do it for the simple reason of my daughter and her best friend, I think
that until recently it would have been inappropriate, but I have no issues
with people who do.  It's their house, or home, and as long as they're
making themselves comfortable, no problem.

   "For the addendum to the question about walking in the nude and its
present-ability with others not of my family this has to go to whether or
not those who are not of the family are adequate with the action's
consequences.  If myself and another person spoke about it and it was
something we agreed to do then I see no issues.  Once again, as long as
they're in their domicile and not causing any harm.  Secondarily, were it
spoken of and everyone was comfortable then there'd be no issues if others
were to do it, aside from myself.  As a process of concession, again, I
have no judgment of the action."

   The statements were concise and completely what Aleah expected of her
dad.  Despite his nature of being very to the point he was one of the most
easy going people she had ever met in her life.  When she looked at her
friend she noticed something there, something unforeseen with this line of
questioning.  The questions weren't even what Aleah thought Cheryl-Lynn
would say.  The next lines from her friend's mouth, though, changed
everything.

   "Thanks, Daryl," Cheryl-Lynn said easily with a small smile on her face.
"Can I ask you a last question?"

   "Is the debate over," Daryl asked.

   "Just for a few moments," Cheryl-Lynn replied.  "Would you mind if I
walked around your house naked?"

   Daryl's hand froze on the way to his mouth with another bite.  He looked
at Cheryl-Lynn while she tried to make an innocent face at which she failed
miserably.  "What are you trying to do, Chynn?" The question was loaded
with suspicion.

   "I'm trying to get comfy in my second home."

   "You haven't been comfortable?"

   "I have," Cheryl-Lynn said, trying for wistfulness.  "But we're older
now and I was looking for just a little more of somewhere to just...let go,
you know?  Care to join me in a nudist night?"

   That question was the one that shocked Daryl Gaelen for almost thirty
seconds.  His eyes opened wide and he looked at his kind of adopted
daughter with surprise and a little of his own wistful feelings.  He'd not
been naked with another woman since his wife passed away.  He wasn't
against it, it just never became a priority or a specific want.

   Almost recovering his composure Daryl said, "That sounds interesting but
I'm not certain it's proper."

   A little excitement flared in Cheryl-Lynn's eyes as she fired back, "But
you said as long as everyone was cool with it then others could do it in
your house." Her voice was getting more heated, not in anger but in
possibility.

   "Have you spoken with Aleah about this?  Everyone has to be comfortable,
not just you, and since this is my house you need Aleah's permission.  I'll
be dead honest here, Chynn, I don't have an issue.  I think it'd be fun to
see you naked but your friend and my daughter may have something to say
about that."

   Cheryl-Lynn looked at Aleah with her eyes wide in question.  "So, you
cool?"

   Aleah didn't respond with her voice.  Instead she rose from the table
and left without a word.  Daryl knew the look and he also knew he had to
wait for a few minutes before going after her.

   Without too much worry Daryl finished his plate and began cleaning up.
When Aleah left Cheryl-Lynn said nothing and took tentative bites of her
dinner.  She also knew when to go see her friend.  She also knew she may
have screwed up.

   "Are you finished," asked Daryl.  Surprised Cheryl-Lynn looked up and
saw the man of her dreams offering to clean up.  Without a word she nodded
and the plate was taken away.

   A couple of minutes later Cheryl-Lynn rose from the table and went to
stand beside Daryl while he was washing dishes.  The sink full of water
kept the kitchen quiet and Daryl just worked but when he looked at Chynn he
could see there was something she wanted, maybe needed, to say.  "I've
always asked you girls to be honest with me, like I am with you.  I don't
like the BS and implication so I would appreciate your explanation of what
you're trying to do.  If you can't talk about it now, that's fine, but you
know I've always got an ear for you."

   He continued the washing, thankfully it was almost done, and just let
his pseudo-daughter be.  As he rinsed the last glass and put it in the
drainer he heard, very softly, "Daryl?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Will...will...oh shit..." Cheryl-Lynn seemed frozen again.

   "Take your time," Daryl said reassuringly.

   "Will you have sex with me?," Cheryl-Lynn blurted all of a sudden,
rather loud and all rolled together but Daryl was certain he understood
what was asked.

   Turning to Cheryl-Lynn with a towel in his hands, drying them, he softly
said, "No." At the crestfallen shoulders he continued, "Believe me, young
lady, I'm certain I'd really enjoy it.  You're beautiful and exciting and
always a pleasure to be around but I am your best friend's dad and this
isn't some porn movie."

   Cheryl-Lynn's shoulders seemed to drop even more and her face turned red
and her eyes began to tear.  "I suppose this is going to change our
relationship now, is it?" Daryl's face scrunched up in disappointment.

   "Probably," Cheryl-Lynn said through barely controlled sobs.

   "Hunh," Daryl said questioningly, "I wonder why?  Now we know what
you've been holding onto, I'm not offended in the slightest -- rather
flattered really -- but now you won't like me anymore and things will go
bad and blah bluh blah bluh blah everything sucks and my daughter might
lose her best, closest and most dear friend all because of a want that
won't be fulfilled right away."

   Cheryl-Lynn didn't flinch in the slightest when Daryl put his hand on
her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Chynn.  I love you very much.  You're my
second daughter and like my first daughter I would have stopped the world
to help out where I could but..."

   "Is there any way I can still walk around the house naked?" The question
shocked the young woman who spoke it, she figured there'd be no chance at
anything now, but she went with it and looked up into Daryl's face with
hope trying to lift her eyes.

   Daryl looked down at his Cheryl-Lynn and without missing a beat replied,
"Get your sister to agree and then we can talk about stipulations, okay?"

   Still with a small sniff from the beginning of the tears Cheryl-Lynn
looked up at Daryl's face again.  The man she wanted was just right with
his short, not yet gray dark brown hair, a cool moustache and goatee that
had a few strands of gray, well carried shoulders with a straight back,
well-toned arms and strong legs she couldn't see just today because of his
pants and oh so tall.  Mr.  Gaelen was at least six inches taller than she
was but that just made Cheryl-Lynn want him more for some reason.  As she
looked into Daryl's eyes her own grew wanting as she asked, "Okay, no sex
but can I give you the needed blowjob, please?"

   Daryl rolled his eyes and looked back down at his Chynn.  He couldn't
believe what he was about to say but since this wasn't a porn the
likelihood of it happening was remote.  "I'll tell you what, Chynn, I can't
understand why I'm going to say this, but, you get Aleah to walk naked with
you and you and I can talk about a blowjob, okay?"

   "Really," Cheryl-Lynn asked.

   "Really but if this gets out of this house in any fashion, from you or
Aleah, you, young lady, are in deep shit.  Got it?"

   Cheryl-Lynn took two quick steps forward, wrapped her arms around her
second, and better, father while he wrapped his own arms around her.  The
hug was quick but it was tight and full of meaning.  Then Cheryl-Lynn raced
off to get her friend and sister on her side.

   ************

   "You cunt!," screamed Aleah at Cheryl-Lynn.  "Why the hell would I walk
around naked in front of my father?  So you can maybe give him a blowjob?
Why don't I just join you in sucking his dick!" Aleah's fury was causing
her neck and forehead to redden and her cheeks to flush a hot pink.

   Hardly nonplussed, Cheryl-Lynn stood resolute in front of her greatest
friend.  The truth was now out in the open to everyone and while that made
Aleah feel a little better about not holding a secret Cheryl-Lynn knew that
getting her something more conservative friend to do something like walk
nude in front of her father, much less suck his dick, was going to be a
challenge.

   Cheryl-Lynn looked at her phone and noticed the time, she had to go. 
She and Aleah had been calmly discussing the possibility of her walking
nude but when she suggested her nudity could lead to sex, well, her friend
lost it.  It wasn't like this wasn't always known but now that Aleah had to
give a little she was more unhappy about it.  "Look, Leah, I've got to go
but please, please, please think about it." Her hands were held Anjali
mudra in supplication as she walked backward to the door.  "'Kay, for me,
please."

   And then Cheryl-Lynn Watson was out the door and very quickly out of the
house.

   Not seconds later Aleah was heading for her father's study, that same
fury on her mind.  Why the hell would her father want his daughter to walk
around naked to have sex with her friend?  That didn't sound right.  Why
did her father want her to have sex with her best friend so he could, wait,
she could walk around naked all day.  Wait...Why did her father want to
have sex with her so her friend could fly around naked and have sex with
someone...?  Why did she want to have sex with her father while her friend
shot videos of naked flies around the house...

   As Aleah stormed into the study there was a loud clap that stopped her
short.  She looked up with a start to spy her father standing behind his
desk with his arms out in front of him, just being lowered from clapping
together.  Aleah was confused right now.

   "Breathe, Aleah.  Take a deep breath and focus your mind.  Breathe, then
take a step back.  Breathe, then take a step forward, eyes open, mind
clear. Breathe, then speak."

   Her father's voice was always a boon.  This mantra he just went through
always helped Aleah regain herself and her composure.  It made her calm
down and take another look at what was causing the issue.  Aleah Gaelen's
father did not allow fighting or nonsensical arguing.  He enforced thought
and while you may be excited, upset or freaked out about something you had
to take control.  Aleah had never seen her father lose his temper but as he
was something more seasoned than she there had to have been a time when he
did lose it, shouldn't there?

   Aleah followed her father's mantra and did find herself centered again,
shaky, perhaps, but centered.  While she may be angry about what her father
said they could speak about it now.  "Dad, why would you promote my nudity
to maybe let CL give you oral sex?"

   "Aleah, please sit down." Aleah stepped into the study to one of the
chairs in front of her father's desk.  Daryl walked around from his seat
and joined his daughter in the other chair so they could see each other's
face, hear one another's words and gauge each other's reactions in real
time.

   Aleah's face was turned down and when Daryl calmly commanded that she
look to him she did so but for the first time in her life there was a
reluctance in the visual contact.  "I know you, Leah, and you are not one
to not think about a situation.  Am I right in guessing that there were
rules in place in case something untoward happened?"

   A small smile crooked one corner of Aleah's mouth as she looked at her
father, who did, indeed, seem to know her very well.

   "Ah hunh, I figured." Daryl produced his own small smile.  "I knew you
wouldn't do any such thing but what if you were open for it?" Aleah's
eyebrows rose at this question.  "What if you did walk around the house
naked, with or without Cheryl-Lynn?  Well, I've got a beautiful daughter
that, while some may see as inappropriate, I wouldn't mind staring at.  Her
best friend is almost as beautiful -- there's no downside for me, is
there?"

   Not knowing quite where this was going Aleah reluctantly shook her head.
There wouldn't be a downside for him.

   "Now, I have to presume Chynn left something out of the explanation."
Daryl proceeded to tell his daughter the exact words of the conversation
between he and Cheryl-Lynn.  Aleah's eyes lit up at the information that
was left out when her sister wanted to move forward with everyone naked.

   "That shit," Aleah quietly said.  "Indeed," Daryl responded.

   "But since I knew you wouldn't be comfortable walking around me in the
nude I knew there wasn't any chance that something was going to happen.  I
don't mind being wrong but I don't think I am," Daryl said easily.  "But
let's put some more honesty on the table, shall we?"

   His daughter's face took on the expression of possible uncomfortable
outlay when more truth was thrown out.  It's always perspective.

   "What could I do if you did decide to get nude around the house?  The
oral sex discussion would have to happen with Cheryl-Lynn, I hope you see?"
Aleah nodded at that.  "But there is another person in this house that
holds great sway in my life -- you." Daryl finished his words with a smile.
"Your life, Aleah, holds many of the cards of my life.  From dating someone
-- how would you feel to see me dating someone other than your mother?  I
know it's been a few years but I also know how close you two were and how
any discussion about mom affects you.  I have to have your consideration.
I'm not trying to put all of the decision making on your lap, though it
might seem that way, but I have more than myself to think about." Daryl
looked at his daughter and could see that she was thinking very deep about
all of this.

   Tears began to run down Aleah's cheeks as her father poured out his
consideration.  Sure, he could have dated anyone but what if his daughter
didn't like them for some reason?

   With a small sniff, Aleah said, "So if I said I don't want you to let CL
blow you, you won't?"

   "I won't.  End of story." Still looking at one another Aleah could see
the seriousness on her father's face.

   Aleah's heart broke for her father.  He'd given up any kind of physical
anything with another woman because of her.  The what ifs and the maybes
and the questionable ideas were all given to her contemplation.  She felt
terrible for not giving her father credit for a good mind.

   "Besides, I'm not in very good shape and I might fall in love with the
first female to give me a look.  Wouldn't that be weird having your best
friend for all of your life as your step-mother?" Daryl's smile caught up
to Aleah and she breathed a little easier.

   Father and daughter hugged one another for a few minutes before father
guided daughter back to her life.  He was always here if she needed him. 
Aleah knew.

   ************

   Aleah Gaelen found herself sitting alone in her bedroom late the same
night her almost-sister told their father, really it was just her, Aleah's,
father, that she wanted to sleep with him and her father returned with the
mold of an idea to get his real daughter naked before anything could
happen.

   Sitting in the window nook of her bedroom that looked out at the starlit
night sky Aleah found herself thinking about the roles and rules being
presented to her.  Her father, Daryl Gaelen, put the whole of the answer on
her shoulders for whether or not Cheryl-Lynn could walk around the house
naked.  For a few minutes it didn't seem fair but the more Aleah thought
about it the more she knew it was fair because it was her best friend that
she would be giving acceptance or rejection to.

   What if there was another way, Aleah thought.  She was not one to be
comfortable in the nude in front of anyone, including her sister/best
friend, while knowing Cheryl-Lynn would go naked watching a basketball game
at the arena.  Cheryl-Lynn is very pretty, Aleah knew, and while not quite
arrogant about her beauty she had no presumption that she did not know how
pretty she was.  But, maybe, what if, perchance, possibly --there was a
peradventure that Aleah and her father could grow more comfortable with
each other's bodies were it just them walking around the house naked?

   That question didn't make any sense to Aleah either but she knew what it
was supposed to mean.  Aleah figured she'd have to leave CL out of the
house for a few days to test the waters.  But why would she do this for her
friend?  Or was it for herself?  Why would she even think of something like
this?  To be more open, maybe, rather than so conservative?

   Looking at the time the young woman noticed how late it was getting and
that her father would be getting ready for bed soon.  Talking to him now,
before he went to sleep which would make him think about it while he went
to sleep, might be a decent idea.  A little surprise for her father who had
been everything for and to her for all of her life.

   As quietly as possible Aleah walked down the hall to her father's
bedroom wherein the light streamed into the hallway of the door was open.
When Aleah looked inside she saw her father laying on the bed with a book
open in his hands, head on the pillow reading.  His feet were crossed and
he looked relaxed.  She wondered if she could do this, much less should she
do this.

   "Come in, sweetheart," his baritone voice said quietly.

   How did he always know?  Sure it was only the two of them but he always
seemed to know when she was troubled and her introduction to the room held
her for a moment.  Still, she had resigned herself to speak with him about
her thoughts so she thought she may as well get it done.

   Daryl Gaelen's bed was neat and orderly even if it was turned down.  He
wore a simple white tee shirt with knee-length black shorts that were made
of a light material.  He dressed simply, he slept simply.  The room was not
large as he had given the master bedroom to his daughter when she turned
sixteen.  He figured he didn't need that much space and with her friend
spending many nights a week at his house they should be comfy.

   Aleah slowly walked in and stood at the foot of the bed.  Daryl closed
his book and sat up and swung his legs over the side.  "What's on your
mind, Leah?" His face was interested but not overly inquisitive.  He seemed
to know when something difficult was on his daughter's mind and he tried to
make certain she was relaxed about being there so she could speak about it.

   "Dad..." Aleah froze.  She thought she had her words ready but they
seemed to be caught somewhere between her brain and her mouth.

   "Do you need a few more minutes," asked Daryl.  At his daughter's shake
of her head he went on, "Do I need to guess or do you want to try
charades?" He always tried to make her feel easy but this was apparently
not the time for that.  Her face looked as though it was about to break.

   "I'm sorry, sweetheart," Daryl said.  "Go ahead and take your time and
let me know when you're ready."

   Her father always tried to make things easier for her to tell.  Aleah
Gaelen had always been one to not just blurt out her words but maybe that
was what she needed to do this time.  Just spit them all and hope they make
sense.

   "Dad," Aleah began and watched her father's eyebrows raise in wonder,
"howwouldyouliketotestbeingnakedwithmebeforeCLgetsinvolv..." CLAP!

   The loud thunder shocked Aleah out of her tongue twisting delivery and
she blinked her eyes like a hummingbird's to regain some sanity.  Then her
father spoke his mantra "Breathe, Aleah.  Take a deep breath and focus your
mind.  Breathe, then take a step back.  Breathe, then take a step forward,
eyes open, mind clear.  Breathe, then speak."

   The mantra was really sort of ridiculous, especially at this time in her
life but it did help.  This was the second time today that it had to be
clapped into her focus.  Not usual.

   Daryl said easily, "Leah, I need you to slow down so I can understand
what you're saying.  If this is some new Millennial way of speaking then
I'm lost."

   "Sorry, dad.  Look, um, being that the decision for you and for CL is
mine I need to try and work out this whole 'walking around the house nude'
thing." Aleah's face began to sweat and her bottom lip began to quiver in
embarrassment.

   "Ok," Daryl said.  "What would you like to do?"

   "Well, um, would, uh, you consider trying this nude thing with me?  Just
the two of us?"

   Daryl's eyebrows rose again in wonder but he showed no consternation at
the request.  He'd always told his daughter to keep an open mind and since
he spouted that he had an open mind earlier it would be a poor return for
him to go back on his word.  Now, then, he'd not seen his daughter naked
since she was a little girl and he bathed her and did father duties for
keeping his child clean but he'd be a liar if he said that he never thought
about it again after her turning eighteen.  What could he say?

   "Are you sure about this, Leah?  If you're thinking about this to help
Chynn with her fantasy and my poor wording then I think you need to rethink
it." Daryl's voice hadn't turned mean or rough but it did become serious
enough that his daughter would have to really search herself for something
like wanting this.

   Aleah's face turned down so she could close her eyes and take a deep
breath.  She wanted to make her friend happy but she also needed to open up
a little.  If she went to college such a prude then nothing good would
happen with the expansion of her life.  She wasn't thinking about drugs or
drinking or crazy partying but there might be a little of that and if she
couldn't allow herself to loosen up then she might lose her best friend. 
Of course she had other friends but she and Cheryl-Lynn were going to the
same college and they would know only each other for a little while.  She
had to open up somehow.

   "Dad, there are many reasons for this and, to be honest, I don't know
where I could be more comfortable with trying it." Aleah's voice was weak
but she was loud enough for Daryl hear.

   A small smile crept over his lips as he said, "Ah, right, college."
Daryl saw his daughter nod her head once.  "Well, I'll tell you what, if
this is what you want to try then I guess I'm game."

   Wait, what?  Aleah's father had to guess at something?  He was unsure of
something like this?  Oh, sure, Aleah, thought, this'll be real fun.

   "When do you want to start?" There was a quirk in Daryl's voice.

   "Is now too soon," Aleah asked sheepishly.

   "I suppose not.  Rules?  This is your show so are there any rules?"

   Aleah had to think about that for a minute.  She didn't want to strip in
front of her dad; showing up to a room naked might be okay, though. 
Finally she said, "All blinds and windows are closed, leave the house in
shadow.  No major lights, maybe some candles or something like the kitchen
or rooms and if you need privacy for the bathroom close the door and we
keep regular distance for our normal paths and...and...uh, no touching."

   "How long is this test supposed to last?" Daryl's face showed heavy heed
being paid to his daughter's rules.

   "Let's try just this weekend," Aleah returned quickly.  "I'll tell
Cheryl-Lynn she can't come over.  If we can deal with it then I'll think
about letting CL in, okay?"

    "Is this an all nude all weekend thing?  Like no clothes for dinner or
bed" Daryl asked.

   "If I'm going to get to be okay with this then that should probably
happen."

   "Since you want to start now are we stripping in front of one another to
begin or would beginning in the morning be a better idea?  It is Friday
night, you know."

   Oh shit, Aleah thought to herself, I didn't put the no stripping inside
the rules!  I thought about it but didn't do anything about it.

   Aleah looked to her dad and saw that he looked as disquieted as she
felt. "Let's start in the morning.  Good night, dad, and thanks for helping
me."

   "Good night, sweetheart.  Oh, one quick alteration." Aleah had turned
away but now turned back and saw her father had the "point of discussion"
finger in the air.  "If you change your mind at any time you let me know
and it stops right then.  Okay?" His daughter nodded and then left the
room.

   Aleah Gaelen quickstepped her way to her bedroom, closed the door and
nearly hyperventilated.  She couldn't believe that her dad had agreed to
this.  She didn't know why there was disbelief as he would do just about
anything within reason for her.  If she needed help with something he
offered all of his time, knowledge and love to get or keep her going.  Why
wouldn't he do this, she questioned.

   Why am I doing this, Aleah questioned more.

   Trying to let it go for the moment Aleah climbed into bed, texted
Cheryl-Lynn that she would be unavailable for the weekend and tried to
breathe and relax and maybe fall asleep.  Cheryl-Lynn's return text asked
if everything was ok and Aleah reluctantly answered that it was -- she and
her dad were doing stuff and would rarely be home.  Aleah finished that she
would get in touch probably Sunday night and reinforced the idea against
coming over -- twice.

   She answered nothing else and finally drifted off to a surprisingly
restful sleep with no dreams.

   ************

   Cheryl-Lynn Watson signed off from her texting after there were no more
answers from her life-sister.  She worried that she really screwed
everything up this time.

   Despite what Aleah had said should she go over there?  She had keys to
the house but if this whole thing had begun a rift of some type? 
Cheryl-Lynn didn't want to lose her best friend.

   Cheryl-Lynn's sleep was not restful for the next two days.

   ************

   Daryl Gaelen wondered and worried over his daughter and why she would do
this for her friend.  Cheryl-Lynn was an intelligent, funny and beautiful
young woman with a streak of trouble right behind her.  While having any
type of sexual encounter with Chynn would be very interesting he couldn't
leave his daughter in a lurch.

   He would let this weekend go and try and be cool about it.  He'd
probably have a hard-on the entire time but his daughter wanted to do this
so he had to give her the chance.

   Interestingly, Daryl fell right to sleep.  He did have one dream about
his daughter and her friend but it left no lasting impression.  He was
either the coolest, most laid back dude on the planet or he was going to be
proven a dirty old man and Aleah's want for this weekend would last about
two hours and then they could go back to their regular lives.

   Maybe.

   ************

   When Aleah awoke the next morning she performed her morning ablutions
and could actually hear her father doing the same down the hall since he
didn't have a bathroom in his bedroom like she did.

   Upon completion of the morning rituals Aleah looked at herself in the
mirror trying to determine if she could really go through with this
craziness.  She decided that she needed to go through with it so standing
in her bathroom she undressed and looked at herself in the full length
mirror.  Aleah Gaelen stood five foot six, weighed a slim one-hundred
twenty pounds, a flat stomach, strong and muscular thighs from sports, with
36C breasts that very few boys had ever touched and a thin line of a
landing strip over her vagina.  Her face was high-cheeked with a button
nose over a thin upper lip and a pouty lower lip over a non-cleft chin. 
Her eyes were a stark brown like her father and her hair was a light brown
like her mother that ran to her shoulder blades on her back and just above
her nipples on her front.

   She'd been told she was pretty and she supposed she was but it was a
thought process she never thought about.  Still, Aleah had to wonder how
her father would react.  She wondered, if for only a moment, if she'd see
an erect penis today.  Aleah didn't think her father masturbated but she
actually didn't know.  She did know that he'd not been with a woman
sexually for more than ten years.

   What will today be like Aleah wondered heavily?  Her dad said she could
call it off anytime she wanted.  Should she?  No, she berated herself,
let's get through this.  For herself, her friend and her dad.

   "Aleah," the call came from downstairs, "breakfast is ready."

   Aleah had frozen at the call.  It was eight of the clock and he called
her to breakfast every Saturday morning so why would she be surprised?  The
nervousness didn't go away but she left her room and began the slow trek
down the hall to the stairs and down -- completely bare of clothing.

   When she reached the bottom of the stairs Aleah paused.  The kitchen was
only a few steps away and she could hear her father moving around.  Is he
going to be naked?  He said he would and he always kept his word.

   Steeling herself Aleah stepped through the doorway of the kitchen to see
her father at the counter, his back to her -- his lean, muscle laden back
which led down to a firm and muscled butt which then led to well-toned
thighs and calves to feet covered with black old-man slippers, the kind
that feet just slipped into with no back for the heels.  She could also see
a string around his waist and when she peered at his neck she could see the
strap line of an apron.  Well, damn it all, that wasn't fair.  When thought
came back to her she could smell bacon and that stuff pops and burns, so
fine.

   "Hi, sweetheart.  There're eggs on the table with some fruit and toast
and I'll have the bacon done in a moment." Daryl hadn't turned his head but
he could hear the slow, uncertain steps of his daughter behind him.  A
small smile creased his mouth as he tried to imagine how all of this was
going to go.  He had wanted to try and guess but he left the whole process
open and gave his daughter the benefit of the doubt that she would try
this.

   When the bacon was done he placed the pieces on a plate, half turned to
set the plate down, seeing the body of his daughter but not saying
anything, undid the apron -- that bacon grease stings when it pops, that's
for sure -- and hung it on the hook by the stove, steeled himself and fully
turned around.

   Aleah had seen penises before but seeing her dad's she was sure was
going to be gross and shriveled and wrinkled and Rumpelstiltskin-like but
it wasn't.  She didn't know how long it was but even in its flaccid state
it was smooth and hung straight down, resting in the crest of a good sized
set of balls.  The head of his manhood went an inch or two below the bottom
of his scrotum but all in all it was pretty, she thought.

   Her father's chest was well toned and while not overly huge or tanned
his skin was smooth with small patches of hair circling his nipples.  His
stomach was flat and while there didn't seem to be a six-pack Aleah could
see some tone there, as well.  When did he work out?

   Daryl sat down and noticed that his daughter had been staring at him and
he had expected it.  What he hadn't expected was his own mind to become
quite so lascivious.  His daughter was gorgeous.  However, as soon as he
sat Aleah leaned forward to try and hide her breasts below the edge of the
table.  She needed the time and he would give it to her.

   "How'd you sleep," father asked daughter.

   "Uh, well, pretty good actually." Aleah's face was still turned down,
concentrating on her plate of barely eaten food.

   "That's good.  It's been a little while since a good rest found you,
hasn't it?"

   Aleah nodded.  She knew her dad was trying to make light of the
situation but her ease had not yet settled itself.  She wondered again if
this was a mistake.  Still, she had to try and get through it, at least for
a little while.  She took a bite of food and found that she was famished so
she tried to eat regularly, despite her hunched over position.

   "Since we're going to be stuck inside all day what would you like to do?
The blinds are closed but there is still a good amount of sunlight, we've
already seen each other nude, or at least you've seen me, so hiding away
isn't going to help you, is it?" Daryl was, indeed, trying to keep the
situation light but he felt as though he were failing miserably at the
moment.  He did consider why he didn't have a hard-on just now, being in
the same room with a naked young woman, but he let it go for now.

   Nothing was said for the next few minutes so father and daughter just
ate their breakfast.  When Daryl finished he looked at Aleah's plate and
saw that most of the food had been eaten so he stood, grabbed his plate,
queried his daughter on her doneness, took her plate and went to the sink
to begin washing.

   Aleah noticed he moved like nothing was amiss, like he'd done this type
of thing before.  She figured she had to get with the program she started.
Standing slowly Aleah grabbed some of the other dishes and walked over to
her father and they sort of melded into their routine of the Saturday
morning clean-up.  Despite the rule of no touching there was nothing they
could do when working so close together -- their arms and hips would swipe
or bump against one another but there were no odd smirks or pinches or
anything that could promote anything sexual.  Aleah actually began to
relax. The touching was normal but without the protection of the clothes
there was something both frightening and alluring.

   Little sparks of electricity seemed to rush through Aleah while they
stood there, hip to hip, but she tried to stay cool about it.

   When the kitchen was clean father and daughter faced each for the first
time, completely bare.  The looks lasted for only a few seconds before
Daryl said, "Alright, let's get comments out of the way.  They weren't part
of your rules so it's open.  Agreed?"

   "I guess so," Aleah mumbled.  She knew what was coming 'You either know
or you don't know.  When it's a yes or no question you answer with yes or
no.' Aleah quickly reset her answer when she saw her dad about to quip the
saying but she tried to put some conviction behind her reset.  "Yes."

   "Very well.  I'll go first unless you want to?" Aleah waved at him to
continue and Daryl said, "I am in a lot of trouble -- both here at home
this weekend and when you get out to college.  Aleah Pearl, you are one
gorgeous young lady.  I would appreciate an understanding if you see me
erect at any time this weekend.  You are beautiful and I'm in awe." The
smile on his face was genuine and he did know that he was in a lot of
trouble.

   "Thank you, dad," Aleah began.  She had to try and lift her eyes to her
dad's when she continued.  "You are very...beautiful, too." She shook a
little with the words but she had to get to grips with this whole thing. 
Aleah shocked herself when she spoke next while her eyes dropped to the
apex of her father's legs -- "Your cock is gorgeous."

   Looking back up hurriedly, Aleah tried to reset herself.  She couldn't
believe she just said that!  "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, dad, so sorry..."

   As she began to turn Daryl said with an easy grace, "Well, that's a
first for me.  Do you say that to all of the naked men you're with?" The
satire was easy to catch but Aleah almost missed it she was so nervous and
almost ashamed.

   "You're the first naked...oh." Aleah's face flushed red.  More so when
she saw her father raise his eyebrows in question.  He said nothing but
there was a little smile on his face.  She was not a virgin but hadn't been
completely naked when her cherry was taken the day after her eighteenth
birthday.  She also hadn't really seen the dude's member -- her hands had
held it and when she was turned around and it was plunged into her she felt
it and the pain from it very acutely but her sight of it was never made
distinct.  That wasn't a great memory so she just let it go and tried to
regain control of the moment -- for the control she didn't really have.

   "Well, then," Daryl said, trying to relieve any tension in the room,
"now that we've got that out of the way what are we doing for the rest of
the day?  Hmm?"

   His daughter's face was blank so he tried to help out.  "Since we're
doing this to get comfortable with the idea would you agree that being in
each other's presence would be a good idea?"

   A stilted nod from Aleah was all he got.  Pursing his lips and bringing
his hand to his chin in thought Daryl continued, "What about watching
movies all day?  Playing chess?  We've not done that for a while.  Or, I
could do some work and you can have the living room to yourself, I suppose,
and we could just act like everything is normal."

   Again Aleah made no sound.  She just stared at his manhood and while not
one to get burdened by conscientious thought over what his body looked like
Daryl felt like he was either being judged or considered differently. 
"Leah?," he called.  No response.  "Leah!," he called louder.  This seemed
to snap her out of her stare.  "Do you need to do something with my penis
to help you feel better or do you want me to model it or something?"

   Daryl stiffened one leg behind and let the other bend in front while he
pushed his pelvis out, trying for a sort of goofy modeling pose.  It didn't
seem to register with Aleah, though.

   Aleah's brain began sparking jolts of electrical impulse about what her
dad was saying.  Well, you are staring at his cock, dipshit.  What do you
think your logical and overly ordered father is going to do?  The guy
calmed down a riotous football team by calling them too weak to understand
what muscles did without a brain.  They were all insulted and they almost
attacked but when he threw a football, dead spiral, at one of the
wide-receivers and the player barely caught it, it got their attention, and
he was able to get them to think.  That's what he's doing here, ya goof.

   "Uh, let me think about what I need to do with it," Aleah said.

   "With what?"

   "Your, uh, thing...," Aleah stammered.

   "Is that I taught you to speak?" The seriousness of the statement caught
Aleah off guard.  She knew she had to get her head in the game while she
did something with his head, or did she want to do something with more than
the head, would putting the head in something help out or would putting the
head and the shaft into something else be a better idea...? Snap!

   Aleah caught her thoughts from her father's simple finger snap, how was
that so damn loud?, and took a moment to take a breath and get back to
focus.  "Dad, I need to think about what to do about your penis.  The idea
of something taboo is getting into my brain and I'm finding that I want to
put it in my mouth and I shouldn't be standing here naked with you but I
know why I'm doing it so I just need to get that as the focus.  As for the
rest of the day maybe we can start with a movie or two, preempting a
closeness," her hands went up in the air, promoting a restriction, "but not
too close and try to get the crazy out of the way."

   When she realized that she had just told her father that she wanted to
put his cock in her mouth she froze, again, raised her hand to her mouth in
shock and tried to find the words to end this whole thing right now.  But
her father didn't say anything, he didn't even react outwardly -- maybe she
said it too fast for him to catch; the uncertainty was almost painful.

   Daryl had heard his daughter's slip, or was it?, and kept calm.  He
nodded his understanding and told his daughter to pick a comedy to loosen
the tension and they'll work from there.  Aleah nodded her understanding
and away they went to try and loose and lose a tension so her daughter's
friend could walk around the house naked.

   Was nine o'clock in the morning too soon to start watching movies?

   ************

   An hour later, at almost ten in the morning, father and daughter sat on
their living room couch watching Deadpool, laughing and guffawing at the
raucous nonsense of the movie.  They sat on opposite ends of the couch,
nude and seeming unencumbered by that bareness.

   Daryl Gaelen actually was not restrained by his nudity.  Yes, he looked
at his daughter's naked form quite frequently but only for seconds at a
time.  How could he not?  Aleah Pearl Gaelen's beauty was something to
behold.  He could compare his daughter to his wife and there were as many
likenesses as differences and they were all positive.

   Aleah Gaelen looked at her father from the corner of her eyes
constantly. During one scene of the movie when there was sex going on she
caught her father looking at her and she saw that his penis had hardened a
little.  Obviously it had grown larger with the filling up of blood but
whether hard or soft she really enjoyed looking for her father's cock, as
well as the rest of him.  He really was a good looking man.  Aleah thought,
perhaps, what caught her attention the most was how relaxed he was.  That's
really what caused her to be able to relax herself.

   Another hour later, at the beginning of their second movie, a
comedy-romance, father and daughter found themselves closer to one another.
Through no fault other than when they usually watched television together
they sat side by side.  Aleah would cuddle into her father, sometimes
falling asleep on his lap, or her chest would be a pillow that Daryl leaned
into as she draped her arms over his chest.  He would sometimes nod off and
with a slight tap he'd wake and they'd go off to bed in their separate
rooms.

   By the end of the second movie father and daughter were leaning shoulder
to shoulder, still laughing and enjoying their time.  Most thoughts of
being naked were gone but Aleah still felt some trepidation -- it was,
however, slowly trickling away.  Her father was not making any jokes of a
sexual nature nor was he reaching out and touching her in indecent ways. 
She felt like he acted like he always acted -- as her father and just her
father.

   When the second movie ended they ate lunch together and then played a
game of chess.  Sitting across from one another they could only see
everything the other had to offer.  When Aleah's legs were down she would
place her elbows on her knees in concentration of the next move.  Daryl
could see her pussy in full glamor.  He did consider his daughter's pussy
to be very pretty.  He didn't let it consume him but he was certain that
his daughter was sure that her father had been staring between her legs. 
Just like she'd been staring between his legs.

   Daryl also noticed that his daughter wasn't covering up quite as much.
When she laughed and her good size tits bounced up and down he could feel
his own sexual appetites stir.  He was old enough, however, and long
without sex enough, to be able to control most of the outward surging of
blood to his cock.

   Following the chess game, early afternoon, Daryl told Aleah that wanted
to take a quick nap and he asked if there was anything he could do for her.
"Dad, will you give me a hug?"

   "Are you certain, considering our state of undress?" He didn't look
upset and his question only held concern.

   "Honestly, dad, you've made this really easy and the day's not even
over. I really hope it stays this easy but I think it may be time to add
something a little more difficult." Aleah's face was calm but her insides
were screaming with a sudden adrenalin rush.  She wanted to feel her father
against her in their current state of undress.  She had been thinking more
and more about her father's physical form and what it would be like to
press her naked self against it, what it might cause in her own mind was
there somewhere, she figured.  Aleah's normal conservative nature was
quickstepping itself out of the house and while she couldn't begin to
explain why she did know that she was enjoying it all.  Having this next
step taken so fast wasn't something she thought overly much about but she
felt that it just needed to be done.

   Daryl stood up and walked to his daughter and as she stood he opened his
arms and Aleah simply fell into them.  Feeling her naked breasts against
his own naked chest as well as the rest of her body pressing into him was
more than his control could cover.  When father felt his daughter's arms
wrap around him and her cheek was laid against his shoulder his cock
responded by filling up with all of the blood of his body and shot right up
between her legs and against his daughter's pussy lips.

   "I'm terribly sorry, Leah," Daryl said when he felt his cock press into
his daughter.  He was surprised by daughter's response.

   "We knew it might happen," Aleah said quietly.  With her cheek still on
her father's shoulder and his penis trying to open her pussy Aleah closed
her eyes and let the feeling wash over her.

   "I think we thought it might happen while we weren't connected, though,"
Daryl said with a little humor.  "We should probably let go now."

   Aleah's voice almost broke as she said, "Just another minute, dad." She
squeezed her arms tighter around her dad's chest, clasping her hands behind
his back.  "It feels really nice."

   Daryl didn't respond, he just held his daughter.  All the while his cock
bounced and flexed between his daughter's legs he could only think that
everything went wrong.  He didn't break the connection yet as it did,
indeed, feel good.

   After a few more minutes, with his daughter not letting go, his cock not
giving up on trying to get into his daughter, Daryl had to break the hug.
He gently reached to Aleah's arms and broke her grip and slowly pushed her
away.  The hotness of her breasts now gone from his chest there was a small
chill and he got goose bumps.  He saw that there was some sweat between
Aleah's breasts and losing himself to the past for a moment he reached one
hand up and into the cleavage of his daughter and wiped some it away.  Her
skin was soft and silk to his callused hand and he wanted to leave his hand
there, maybe move it over the actual tit and caress a nipple...

   When the realization of what he'd done hit him he took a half step back,
"I'm sorry, Leah, oh my god, I'm sorry sweetheart." He stepped completely
away from his daughter and when his hard cock slipped from between her
pussy he realized his manhood was wet.  Was he getting his daughter off? 
Well, why not, his logical mind said, she was getting you off.  It can be
reciprocal, you know.

   Catching control of himself, he took a breath and followed his own
mantra.  He closed his eyes, took a long breath and let it out slow.  When
Daryl opened his eyes he saw Aleah looking at him, tears in her eyes but an
odd smile on her face.  "Leah, are you okay?"

   Aleah looked into her father's eyes and said, "I am, dad.  With your
penis between my legs and then your hand on my chest I was feeling really
good there for a minute."

   Daryl breathed a sigh of relief.  It's not necessarily that he was
against incest it was just something he never considered until the moment
his still-erect manhood touched his daughter's pussy.  Of course, with no
idea when incest begins -- is it when there is a kiss of passion or love?
Is it when there is oral or vaginal penetration, anal?, and who can say
what it actually is?  Is it just sex or is it something more concupiscent
between blood family?  Well, of course that's what it is -- that's the
definition (Sexual intercourse between persons too closely related to marry
(as between a parent and a child)).

   "You know what, Leah?  Touching you did feel really good, I won't lie,
but I'm not sure that that is what these tests are for, are they?" Daryl
had a small smile on his face trying to relax the moment.  "What say we try
and save ourselves from insanity?  I'll go one way, you go the other and we
can try to reconvene for an afternoon movie."

   Aleah looked at her father in some surprise as his face was red, his
breathing was slightly labored and his cock was still standing straight out
from his body.  She'd never seen him in quite this type of state.  Aleah
figured it was probably a good idea to separate for a little while. 
"You're probably right, dad.  Go ahead and lay down and I'll just go to my
room for a little while."

   Daryl thanked his daughter with a smile then motioned for her to precede
him up the stairs.  Walking behind her, though, wasn't a good idea despite
the chivalry.  He found he wanted to reach out and caress one of her butt
cheeks and then run his hand down the curve and inward to that point of
acme between her legs.  Daryl held his hands at his sides with only great
control, trying to think of something else, anything else.  When Aleah
reached the top of the stairs she walked straight down the hall without
looking back or saying anything, of which Daryl was grateful.

   ********

   Reaching her room Aleah almost ran through the door and almost slammed
it shut.  Trying to remain in some kind of dominion over her actions Aleah
didn't run nor did she slam the door but as soon as it was closed her hands
were between her legs.

   Almost without care Aleah shoved two fingers into her wet pussy, curled
them and squeezed her hand - like she was trying to make a fist with her
body in the way.  The pain and pleasure from the odd sexual penetration was
something taught to her by Cheryl-Lynn and it was both glorious and awful.
The longer she held her prone body the greater the pleasure upon release.

   The young woman stayed against her door with her pussy-fist for almost
three minutes.  As the pain grew to be too much she released herself and
nearly fell over from the pleasure of the blood running through her and the
press of adrenalin through her core.  Aleah stumbled over to her bed and
flopped down onto it, thinking of her father and what she wanted to do to
him and with him.  Why this showed up today, in such a heavy fashion, was
beyond her current scope of thought.

   The young woman's face was sweating profusely.  While the odd hold and
release move she performed was magnificent in its release Aleah really felt
like she needed something more right now.  She reached into the bottom
drawer of her nightstand, down through the detritus and pulled out Frank,
her trusted dildo.  Frank was large around and long and was her best sexual
experience thus far in her life.  Frank could bring her an orgasm very
quickly and when she played with her clit while Frank was to the hilt she
came even faster.

   Aleah removed Frank from its protective covering and slipped the huge
rubber head into her mouth for some good licks to wet it up.  It only took
a moment and as she pressed Frank into her still-wet pussy Aleah felt like
she was already ready to have an orgasm.  She placed two fingers onto her
sensitive clitoris and, unlike the earlier action, softly began rubbing.

   As Frank reached into her depths and her fingers played an uneven
recurrence of movement on her clit Aleah's mind went to her father.  She
thought of his nice body, of his nice naked body against her naked body, of
his nice cock hardening between her legs and rubbing her sex and making her
wet -- Aleah wanted her father right now.  As much or more than Cheryl-Lynn
did, she reasoned to herself.  CL hadn't even gotten to see the man naked
yet and Aleah had had his cock touching her pussy.  'Fuck you, CL' Aleah
thought for a split second.  She didn't berate herself over the thought as
it seemed to make her current sexual situation more powerful for some
reason -- I got my father!  Not you!  Ha!

   The moves and the thoughts coalesced into a single moment of triumph and
Aleah came hard.  Not hard like her body tightened up and she screamed
louder than a rock concert, which she did, but hard like every nerve in her
body went rigid, her toes curled, her back arched like a bridge, her ass no
longer even touched the bed and her eyes were shut so tight that she saw
white instead of black.

   Aleah's scream was crazily loud.

   ********

   Daryl's hard-on had finally gone flaccid without any help from his own
hands.  He just lay down on his bed and let his mind wander to nowhere. 
Where nothing was there to think about so his mind went blank -- no
thoughts of his naked daughter or her beautiful body parts, of his parts
touching her parts...thankfully there was nothing where his mind was and it
let him relax and begin to fall asleep.

   For several minutes Daryl lay in near stupor and let the darkness of a
power nap begin to take hold.  And then the scream from across the hall
destroyed the power.

   Daryl's body awoke in nanoseconds and he was up and off the bed and out
of the room and down the hall.  The scream came from Aleah's room and he
was uncertain whether it was terror or...or...something else.  He didn't
think about the what of what could be happening, just that something was
happening and he needed to get to his daughter.

   If someone was trying to hurt her Daryl Gaelen would thrash them to no
end and would be happy to become a criminal to save his girl.

   He wasn't expecting what he saw when he slammed open the door and ran
for the bed and saw Aleah partly laying on the bed, her head and feet the
only things holding her body in stature.  One of Aleah's hands was over her
clit rubbing fiercely while the other held a huge dildo inside of her.

   Father had called out his daughter's name as he entered the room and
Aleah's eyes were wide open in some kind of shock, whether at being caught
in this position or at the possibility of having her mind read.

   Daryl stood next to Aleah's bed and just stared at his amazingly
gorgeous daughter in this odd position.  As Aleah slowly let herself fall
back to the bed and gently pulled the monster dildo from her still leaking
pussy she didn't cover up, she showed no embarrassment of any kind. 
Instead, she caught her father's eyes for a moment and then watched as his
cock hardened right in front of her.  Aleah thought it one of the most
beautiful sights her eyes had ever held in their vision.

   ********

   Neither said anything for another moment or two before Daryl finally
broke the silence and said, "I'm so sorry, Leah.  I heard the scream and I
came running to make sure you were alri..." His speech was cut off by the
sudden movement of his daughter swallowing his hardened-again manhood.

   He'd felt a woman or two put their mouth around his cock but it had been
so very long now that he was just...frozen by the feel, the wonder and the
sensuousness of the act.  His mind didn't remind him that it was his own
daughter for a minute or two or five and whatever counts as relieving any
tension in a body coupled with feeling so very good that stopping just
seems silly.

   Watching as Aleah moved her head back and forth in rhythm with a
stroking hand was a marvelous sight to behold.  The tactility of her hand
was like silk over his skin she was so gentle and smooth.  Daryl's mind
fought for about a second over what was happening -- his daughter was
giving him a blowjob.  At the same time a second thought jumped in and
yelled about wanting to put his manhood into more of her holes, at least
one at any rate.  Daryl Gaelen was not a prudish man but society had limits
on this type of thing -- mostly from religious fanatics of all dogmas --
but he was not one to put stock in the schematic enterprises of people who
could not open their mind.  It's funny how the world started as only two,
so says one set of scriptures, and now there were more than seven billion,
almost eight billion, so there had to be, absolutely had to be incest in
there.  But if he didn't get his daughter pregnant and continue the count
who cared what type of physical act he performed in the privacy of their
own home?

   Bringing his thoughts back to the action going on Daryl reached down his
right hand and took hold Aleah's left tit.  He gave it a soft squeeze which
his daughter responded to.  That made Daryl smile.  He ran his fingers over
her sharp nipple and gave a soft pinch where Aleah looked up at him with
surprise in her eyes -- as though she couldn't believe she had her own
father's penis in her mouth.  The look lasted for only a second, though, as
she went back to work loving the member.

   The young woman's continued work, which was very good, brought Daryl
right to the edge of cumming.  He wanted to just let go but he tried to be
more considerate than that.  "Aleah, I'm about to cum."

   "Um hmm," was all she said but her eyes said so much more.  'Go ahead,
dad, blow your load right where you are.'

   "Are you sure, sweetheart?" Daryl was so very close now.

   Aleah nodded her head without taking her eyes from her father or his
cock from her mouth.  Daryl smiled and just let nature happen.

   ********

   And then reality showed back up as father and daughter hadn't changed
their positions from when Daryl had approached the bed and Aleah had seen
her father's manhood grow right in front of her.  Aleah wasn't blowing her
father and Daryl wasn't holding his daughter's tits.

   Daryl wasn't ashamed of his thoughts - he did want to put his cock in
his daughter's mouth and have her tits in his hands and mouth and fingers
and...and...and...

   Instead, he looked down at his daughter and saw her reddening in shame
and trying to cover herself up.  Aleah was stuttering and trying to get
some type of explanation out of her mouth but was failing miserably.  She
rolled over and away from her father, inadvertently kicking Frank from her
bed.

   Daryl couldn't get his daughter to look at him so he took a step back
and tried to calm himself and his thoughts.  Finally he said, "Aleah,
sweetheart, I am so sorry about this.  I heard you scream and just ran to
help."

   As he spoke he kept walking backward to the door, never taking his eyes
from his daughter's form.  Aleah had scrunched up into a ball and had
rolled away from her father so her back was to him as he stood at the door.
"I'm sorry, Aleah," Daryl said again, "let me know if you need anything or
if this test needs to stop, ok?"

   Daryl Gaelen walked out of his daughter's bedroom and went back down the
hall to his own room, hard-on leading the way.  His mind, though, was going
in directions he wasn't necessarily against but unprepared for at that
moment.  Sure, the thoughts of how this weekend's test might come to pass,
figuratively, of course, were on the frontline of his thoughts but the
actions and their showing up were just a bit out of view of being ready.

   Walking into his bedroom and sitting down on his bed, his hard-on
beginning to recede from the gravity of his thoughts, Daryl was concerned
where the rest of the night was going to go.  He looked over at the clock
next to his bed and saw it had almost reached the early evening and he knew
he'd have to get dinner ready in an hour or two.  Trying to bring his
thoughts back to center Daryl took another few minutes to follow his own
created mantra, breathed, took hold of the center of his connection with
his daughter -- his beautiful and gorgeous daughter whom he wished to
actually put his cock into, really, let's be serious, he thought -- and
reset himself, rose and went to make some kind of dinner.

   Much too soon but he had to do something.

   ********

   Aleah was rolled up on her bed, her thoughts insane over the fact that
her father caught her with Frank deep inside of her and having an orgasm,
and the fact that he had grown hard right in front of her.  The whole thing
was trying to her self-esteem and conscience of why she was doing this
whole thing -- to figure out if she'd let Cheryl-Lynn walk around the house
in the nude and possibly getting allowed to put her mouth on Daryl Gaelen's
cock.

   Aleah wanted Daryl Gaelen's cock in her mouth.

   The young woman could now believe that she wanted her father's physical
love -- in every orifice of her body.  Aleah was certain of that now.  Sure
this test had only been going on for less than a day but the concept of
what her best friend in life, Cheryl-Lynn Watson, wanted Aleah realized she
now also wanted.  However, she did get to see her father naked, and hard!
-- oh, goodness, she screamed in her brain, her father's body was beautiful
-- and Cheryl-Lynn didn't yet.

   Now, though, her father had seen her pussy wet and exploding and while
she had rolled away in some kind of shame she was actually now happy that
he'd seen her.  Not for any reason beyond the veil of acceptance but for
the promise of a life that she was actually closer to her father now.  At
the moment, she figured, her father may not think that way but Aleah
certainly felt that way.  She also wanted her father between her legs to be
so much closer in the physical realm.

   The young woman's thoughts were whirling in every direction when she
heard her father's voice call that it was time for dinner.  How long had
she been here now?  Now that she was being brought back into the moment her
nose caught the scent of grilled meat and something sweet behind it.  At
that same moment of olfactory presence her stomach gave a rumble of hunger.

   Aleah stood from her bed and felt the stickiness between her legs and
the cold run-over from sweating so much.  She did a quick detour into her
bathroom and got a washcloth, wetted it with warm water and then tried to
clean herself up a little.  Catching her body in the mirror it could be
seen that she was now a little red from the rub down and she caught herself
just staring at her body.  Aleah knew she was pretty but for a reason just
this second she couldn't grasp she didn't feel that way.  The thought of
getting dressed also barged its way into her thoughts.  Should she stay
naked?

   If she dressed she knew she'd have failed the test she was giving
herself.  There may also be some disappointment from her father about
giving it up but he did say that if she wanted, or needed, to stop it was
over.  With thoughts racing she decided she had no want to fail anything so
she had to see this through, even if it was ridiculously uncomfortable. 
Aleah Gaelen hated to fail.

   Leaving the bathroom she stayed nude and when she opened her door she
noticed a sticky note stuck at eye level.  A quick glance showed her
father's exceedingly precise script -- Leah -- if you want to stop let me
know so I can get dressed.  Dad

   Aleah loved her father for thinking of her like this.  After the little
incident with Frank and the scream she could understand why he put the idea
there but she needed to get through this.  And if she ended up sucking her
dad's cock so much the better.

   With all of this up and down in her brain and the this and the that and
the maybe and whatever Aleah strongly marched down the stairs to the
kitchen to sit down for what smelled like a wonderful dinner.

   As Aleah entered the kitchen she spied the backside of her father and
wondered again when he worked out to make to it so tight and toned.  When
he moved from side to side Aleah enjoyed the bending of the muscles and the
fusion and grace of the movements.  When he spread his legs to take a
larger sidestep she saw a glimpse of his hanging balls and grew a little
excited.

   Finally, Daryl turned to the table to present a plate of grilled steak
covered with sautÃ(C)ed mushrooms, a simple steamed vegetable blend and
mashed potatoes with a dark gravy.  Aleah always wondered where he learned
to cook and when he had the time to do this.  It seemed like it was only a
short time ago that he had left her room.  What Aleah also immediately
noticed was her father's flaccid member just swinging free.  Her eyes were
glued all the way to its disappearance below the table as he sat down.

   When her father's penis finally disappeared her trance was broken and
she looked up to see her father looking her.  "Are you okay, Leah?" His
voice was calm as if everything had gone back to normal in their lives,
save the nudity.

   Aleah picked up her knife and fork and began cutting into the tender
meat while she pursed her lips in thought and her eyes were turned down in
the corners adding them to her facial feature of thinking.

   Finally, Aleah said, "No, dad, I'm not." She took a bite of the food and
marveled at how her father had become this type of "Everything Guy" where
he could do almost everything a set of parents could do.

   Following her swallow Aleah continued, "This isn't turning out quite
like I thought it would.  Can I be honest?" Turning her face up to her
father she knew what he would say, "Always.  I wouldn't want it any other
way."

   Looking back at his daughter Daryl said, "Always.  I wouldn't want it
any other way." His smile was genuine.  Daryl's brain wasn't being honest
right now, at least not completely, to his thought process.  There was a
battle going on in his head that dealt with trying to get his daughter to
do more sexual things and not ruining her life and trying to finish this
weekend without regret.  Even if it did lead to a nice blowjob from
Cheryl-Lynn.  Regardless of what was in his head he said, "Please, tell me
what you're thinking."

   Aleah took another bite of food and then set down her utensils and
looked up at her dad.  There was always a need to build a little courage
when speaking to her father because he always took words at face value so
implication, while not impossible to him, was sometimes missed.  "You see,
since this whole thing started with CL I've been having thoughts and wants
and you caught me with Frank and for some reason I haven't figured out yet
it made things even more exciting and now I find myself just wanting to do
sexual things with you...it almost makes me wet just sitting here naked
with you and it makes me want to stop the experiment but then I know I'll
have failed and..."

   "And failing is not a premise you aspire to, correct," Daryl asked
easily.  Hearing his daughter say these inner truths and complications of
her own thought was making him a little exited just now and he was once
again caught between the two ideals -- do her, don't do her -- for as crass
as that was to his brain.

   Still looking at Aleah with an odd smile on his face Daryl said, "Would
it help you to know I've been thinking the same things?"

   Aleah's face lit up with wonder.  She couldn't believe her near
perfectly prim and proper but oddly open father would say such a thing.  It
excited her but was still odd to her.  "Like, what...what kind...?"

   Opening his own eyes in wonder at the question Daryl said, before Aleah
finished, "What kind of things do I want to do with you?" His daughter
nodded and he needed to think about how to put into the correct words
without becoming all profane.  He wasn't necessarily against the words but
sometimes there were better ways to say things.

   Daryl took a bite of the food, watching his daughter follow suit again,
and then finally said, "Well, watching you with, Frank was it?," Aleah
nodded, "was rather exiting and made me want to be in its place.  Using
both my tongue and my penis.  I wanted to have sex with you right there."

   Watching Aleah's face grow red was almost incentive enough to just stand
and shove his cock into her mouth to show her how truthful he was.  Daryl
wasn't going to do any such thing, yet perhaps, but the consideration was
weighing heavy on his mind.

   "Is this going to be safe for us, dad?" Aleah's face now showed its own
consideration for wants and what-could-be.

   "Well," Daryl began, "I'd like to think we're old enough to hold
ourselves with some measure of control.  Let's try and get through the
night without attacking each other, okay?  If we can't, though, well, we'll
figure that out should we get there."

   Daryl's eyes were sharp with control as was his face, all for his
daughter's comfort.  However, if she started giving him a blowjob he knew
he wasn't going to stop her.

   ********

   They ate the rest of their dinner in relative comfort, skimming over the
tricks of staying in control.  They were touching and bumping into one
another during their dishes washing.  Aleah was 'accidentally' rubbing her
naked breasts across her father's arm as they worked side by side.  Daryl
was 'accidentally' rubbing his cock against her hips when they turned
toward one another for one reason or another.  Basically, they just tried
to have fun with the strangeness of the whole thing.

   Later, sitting down to watch another movie, they just sort of hung onto
each other as they sat on the couch side by side.  About halfway into the
movie there was sudden rapid knocking on the front door.  Aleah raced
upstairs without any words being said and Daryl calmly stood and grabbed
the robe he had left hanging in the coat closet just for this reason.

   After dressing in the robe and putting on a pair of loose shorts Daryl
went to the door and looked out the peephole to see a face he would never
have expected - Diane Watson.  Daryl closed the robe halfway to try and
look relaxed and opened the door.  "Hi, Diane.  This is a nice surprise."

   Diane Watson stood about five foot five with shoulder length red hair, a
pleasant face to look at when she smiled and, thanks to seeing his daughter
in a particular way for the last day, he saw that her breasts weren't small
but how big was a mystery because of the loose sweater covering her top. 
She also wore a pair of very tight jeans that accentuated some nice hips
and thighs.

   "I'm sorry to call on you like this but can we talk for a few minutes,"
Diane asked.  The woman's face nearly bled uncertainty and insecurity but
she had once been a good friend so Daryl felt that he couldn't deny her a
few minutes even if it meant being taken away from his beautifully naked
daughter.

   "Sure," Daryl said.  "Come on in and make yourself comfortable.  Let me
go put on a few more clothes."

   "You're fine the way you are," Diane said as she stepped into the house.
"Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?"

   Daryl led his old, now not really known, friend into his study and
closed the door.  He invited her to sit in one of the chairs in front of
his desk while he took the other.  Despite his level of undress he gave her
all of his attention.  "So, to begin, how are you."

   "Not so good." Diane's face turned down in a frown slash near cry as she
spoke.

   "I'm sorry to hear that, Diane." Daryl always made certain to use names
as he spoke so that whomever he was speaking with knew they had his full
attention.  "Can you talk about it?"

   Diane looked up and said, "I went into my financials and realized that
you've paid for everything for Cheryl-Lynn since Greg left and now you're
going to pay for her college.  She's my child, I should be paying for her
life, not you"

   Leaning his chin against an elbow braced fist Daryl returned, "I thought
we already talked about this?  You were going to take care of the younger
ones while I took care of the older ones.  As I recall I offered to help
with the little ones, too, and you became very upset with me, telling me I
was trying to take your children from you.  When you calmed we compromised
on what is currently the situation."

   "You're right," Diane said, a little tersely.  "But now I feel like I
owe you something for caring for Cheryl-Lynn so much."

   "You owe me nothing," Daryl responded with a smile.  And for a reason he
couldn't at first couldn't understand his mind screamed Tell her to get
undressed and give you a blowjob.  He held control of himself and only
added, "We each had our reasons for doing this and I thought it was a good
compromise."

   Studying his face Diane couldn't find any sub-standard reasoning with
what he said.  It was all true.  Diane no longer had him in her life and
the compromise to keep their daughters together had been set.  "Well, I've
come into some money so I'd like to take back my daughter's needs."

   Her words had an immediate effect on Daryl and she could see his face
tighten and his eyes grow sharp.  Whether in thought or anger she couldn't
tell.

   Finally Daryl spoke.  "May I ask you a serious question?" At Diane's nod
he asked, "Now that your daughter is eighteen and has legal control of her
life how do you think she'd feel with a change like this?  This has been
set for years and Cheryl-Lynn and Aleah have tightened down their lives
with what has been."

   Diane began to breathe rapidly in anger and then her adult mind caught
up to what Daryl was saying.  He wasn't trying to retain control over money
or anything, he was trying to emphasize how the girls would feel.  Deep
down she knew that Daryl Gaelen was a good man, he always had been, and he
was a practical and pragmatic thinker -- a little something she sometimes
lacked -- and was always thinking of everyone involved.  When the Gaelens
and Watsons had been friends Daryl was always the one to ask what the
ladies wanted to do or how they felt.  He could argue with the best of
them, she knew from personal experience, but he always gave chances and
forced people to think.

   "What if you continue to care for Caroline and Gregory, giving them more
of what they need or want -- saving up for school, cars and the like -- and
I'll continue to pay for Cheryl-Lynn's school as we agreed.  As well, and
not that you really need it, spend a little time and money on yourself to
feel prettier than you already are and just feel good for a little bit. 
Get a sitter for the two and go out on a date with some young rake and have
a great time.  You shouldn't be worrying about anything, if possible."

   Diane's face lit up into a small smile.  Daryl could always say the
right things even if she never had a reason but actually almost hated him
anyway.  She watched as Daryl also smiled and she could see he meant it, he
always did.

   "Thanks, Daryl, I'll consider it.  I'm sorry if I interrupted anything
for you tonight." Diane's face had brightened up after this brief
conversation and Daryl was thankful for that but there seemed to be some
other weird reason for why she came to see him.  Daryl had to jump on it.

   "Diane, I hope not make you angry but this conversation was very short
and you were very easy to convince to my point of view.  Is there another
reason why you're really here?"

   The woman's face now went red in embarrassment and she turned her eyes
up as if trying to hold back tears or something.  After another minute of
her old friend's patience she answered as a tear suddenly rolled down her
face.  "I am sorry for just showing up but I really needed to see an old
friend.  I never should have alienated you after Greg left.  You never did
anything wrong and you were always there when I needed you.  I just needed
to...uh...needed to..."

   "Enter a jump rope competition and I was your first choice," Daryl asked
jokingly.  "Figured out that I might be a good reason to join a bowling
league even though I've never bowled once in my life?  Needed to...take me
out for ice cream..."

   Diane gave a little chuckle and wiped the tear from her face.  "You used
to get dirty with these odd guesses," she said remembering the past.

   "I can do that if it'll make you feel better," Daryl returned quickly.
His mind began searching for some of those dirty things but none were
coming immediately to mind.  "Needed to, uh, find a way to, uh, show your
great body in a porn movie?"

   Diane wrinkled her face at that one and shook her head.

   "Needed to have someone motorboat your awesome tits?"

   Diane's eyebrows rose and a small smile appeared on her lips.  It only
lasted for a moment, though.

   Daryl was trying to let his mind go with dirty but he was uncertain how
far he could, or even should, go.  Without even looking at Diane he went
on, "No?  Okay.  Um.  Oh!  Needed to show off your tits to the closest man
at the moment and then wrap them around his cock for a nice titty-fuck.  Oh
shoot.  Is that too dirty or not dirty enough?"

   "Not dirty enough," Diane said, a sudden sharp clarity in her voice and
a determination on her face despite the wetness still on her cheek.

   A quick look at the woman seated next to him now showed a brightness in
her eyes that wasn't there before.  The odd and quick changes in mood was a
little worrisome to Daryl but he tried to make this visit worth Diane's
wile.  She hadn't visited, called, wrote or even considered Daryl for
almost two years so getting back into their friendship would be nice.

   "Oh, well, let's see what we can do then," Daryl said with a smile of
his own.  "Needed to suck someone off, swallow his load, blow him hard
again and then drop your wet pussy on his cock." This time his eyes never
left Diane's and he saw something there he wasn't quite ready for -- she
looked like she wanted to do what he just said.  This used to be a joking
arena between the two couples and when Daryl got on a roll no one could
best his ideas.  Neither couple ever took anything out of context, it was
just for fun.

   "That one's not so bad," Diane said.  And then, surprising them both she
finished with, "If you get your cock out I'll suck on it for a while."

   Now Daryl was uncertain what to say so he kept up with the game, "That
sounds great, Diane, but you have too many clothes on.  If you're going to
suck my dick then I need to be able to either lick your pussy or finger an
orgasm out of it."

   "Hmm," Diane said, placing a closed fist under her chin.  "How much
worse can you get?"

   "How much worse do you want it?"

   "So much worse," Diane said with a seductive look in her eyes and a
lowering of her voice.  "As bad as you can get."

   Daryl thought about the tear that was on Diane's face and now this? 
What the hell was wrong with women?  Can't they keep one emotion for a
while?  Still, if she was going to do this then he'd better make it really
good.  Why were her shoulders trembling?

   As well, it was actually nice to fall back into their friendship with
almost no work.

   "Considering we're both naked by now I'd just have to fuck your mouth,
your pussy and your ass, leaving offerings of my juice in each one and then
just do it again.  And again."

   "Ooh, that was a good one...Unh," Diane said as she suddenly closed her
eyes and her whole body shook for a few moments.  When she opened her eyes
again Diane looked at Daryl with a wide smile on her face.

   He smiled at the challenge and knew he'd probably won this little battle
as she would never...why was she taking her sweater off?

   ********

   Aleah had heard Cheryl-Lynn's mom and figured things were about to get
bad for her father.  Now she knew she'd have to care for him.  Every time
Diane and Daryl spoke these days, though it wasn't often, her father became
withdrawn and wouldn't speak for a couple of hours.  He'd talk if she spoke
to him but he would never offer anything.

   When the woman left and Aleah and her father sat down again to try and
finish their movie she thought she would surreptitiously lay her head in
his lap and start sucking her father's beautiful cock.

   She'd play the good girl right now and not interrupt their conversation.
Aleah figured she could stay in her room and play on her phone or her
computer until her dad called her down.

   ********

   After removing her sweater Diane stood before Daryl with just her white
bra on her chest, hands on her hips and face alighted in question.  Daryl
had actually forgotten how large Diane's tits were.  The problem, Daryl
thought, was that this may have gone a bit too far.

   "Is this enough," Diane asked.

   "Enough for what," Daryl asked back, playing dumb.  Or, at least, trying
to appear to be playing dumb when he really was.

   "Enough removal of my clothes to put your cock in my mouth." There was a
small tension in her voice.

   Daryl was always a sure person but this had caught him off guard.  He
quickly breathed in his mantra and said simply, "I'm sorry, Diane.  I
thought we were playing our game.  If a little more dirty this time."

   Without a word Diane reached behind her and unclasped her bra.  When she
brought her arms back to the front she let the straps of the bra just trail
down her arms and then let the garment fall to the floor.

   Daryl stared at Diane between her chest and her face, trying to
determine some reasoning behind her actions.  Why was this happening all of
a sudden?  Why were at least three women trying to get naked around him? 
Sure, he was a nice guy but this was ridiculous.  He wasn't going to really
fight all that hard about it but he needed some understanding.

   Especially about his odd conversation.  First she was a little miffed
then crying then wanting to hear his old dirty anecdotal nonsense and now
wanting to show her body and suck his dick.  This was all nuts!

   There was some sag to Diane's breasts.  Not tragic sag like some
eighty-year old woman who had to lift her skit to show her boobs but enough
for anyone who knew what large breasts did against breast feeding babies.
Her face showed no abashment now, instead a challenge.  The nipples,
surrounded by large areola, were almost pointing straight away from her
chest.  To Daryl they looked rock hard and he thought for a moment about
putting them in his mouth.

   But only a moment.

   Daryl stood from his seat and walked right up to Diane, close enough
that her large breasts brushed into his robe-covered chest.  She stood her
ground, though, and that impressed Daryl, but he was getting some of his
mind back and he needed information.  "You have very nice boobs, Diane, but
I want to know why you want to suck my dick.  You've hated me for so long,
why this sudden change by coming over here instead of a phone
conversation?"

   Without moving her eyes from Daryl's Diane said, "I've never hated you,
Daryl.  I just didn't know what to do after Greg left and I blamed it all
on you.  I can see, now, that I've been wrong all along." The topless woman
reached her hand out between them to grab Daryl's manhood.  He did not
flinch just like she hadn't.  "And I've wanted your cock for eighteen
years."

   Something inside Daryl snapped about this whole craziness and he wanted
nothing to do with it.  Not this way.  He wasn't someone's 'I've just
figured out life' model and while it would have been nice to have what he
knew she would do he didn't want it this way.  However, he'd still enjoy a
mouth on his manhood after ten years of having nothing but, no, not like
this.

   Diane still had Daryl's manhood in her hand so he felt no issue in
raising his own hands and placing the palms directly over Diane's nipples
and grabbing a nice hold of them, and realizing they were as hard as he
figured -- but then he gently pushed her back a step and took a step away
himself, forcing her to let go of him and let his own hands drop from her
creamy tits.

   "Diane, I'm going to be harshly honest with you right now.  I would love
to have some kind oral or vaginal sex with you but not like this.  You've
had me shied away for so long that I don't know who you are anymore.  You
don't know who I am.  I would really enjoy welcoming you back into my life
but not on a whim -- that's not how I think or work.  Our dirty game was
fun but reality has to come into the fore now and this has to stop so we
can start over.  Memories will remain but we need to make new ones with the
way our lives have traveled."

   Diane Watson stood unashamed in her half nudity, another tear running
down her cheek.  "I knew you were always a good man, Daryl." Diane reached
down to the floor to pick up her bra and sweater, put on the sweater but
not the bra and then walked right up to Daryl and wrapped her arms him. 
She whispered into his ear, "I would still love to blow you, though."

   He hugged her back and they stayed that way for just a minute before
Diane broke the connection, stepped back, looked Daryl in the eye with an
odd admiration and then left the office.  Daryl walked her to the front
door and they made an uncommitted agreement to call each other to start
anew, whatever that life might be.

   Daryl closed the front door, locked, bolted and slide-locked it and went
and sat down on the couch lost in thought.  Well, he probably screwed this
up and who wouldn't allow a blowjob for no reason?  Was he an idiot? 
Probably.

   A few minutes later Aleah emerged from her bedroom, wearing a light pink
set of flimsy pajamas, and slowly went down the stairs.  She saw her father
sitting on the couch still in his robe.  She also saw that his face was in
a state of confusion or loss and she knew that what she had decided to do
would certainly need to be done.

   "Are you okay, dad," Aleah asked as she entered the living room and sat
herself next to Daryl on the couch.

   "Hmm?  Oh, yeah, I'm alright, Leah.  It was just a weird conversation
and it's heavy on my mind." Daryl looked at his daughter and gave her a
small smile to try and reassure her.

   Seeing that he had not undressed even though her best friend in the
universe's mother was gone she said, "Are we done with the test?"

   Daryl's mind was brought back to reality when the question arrived.  He
looked at Aleah and saw that she was also dressed, just as he still was, so
he could understand why she'd ask the question.  "I'm sorry for forgetting
for a few minutes, sweetheart.  It's only over when you say it is.  Shall
we get some popcorn ready, get ourselves ready and get back to the movie?"

   "I'd like that," Aleah said.

   Father and daughter got up and went about getting themselves ready. 
Daryl threw the popcorn into the microwave and then undressed himself,
putting the clothes back into the closet.  When the popcorn dinged he put
it in a bowl and reentered the living room to find his daughter missing. 
He sat down and prepared the movie to start playing.

   Aleah reappeared from another room on the first floor but she was still
dressed.  Daryl said nothing but when his daughter faced him and then
slowly began pulling the top over her head he wanted to say something dirty
like he had to Diane.  Doing his best to put that woman out of his mind
Daryl watched as Aleah's tits came into view before the shirt was slovenly
discarded.

   As if something on the television caught her attention Aleah turned away
from Daryl and then giving a slight bend at the waist began to lower her PJ
bottoms.  She wore no underwear and when her ass was uncovered Daryl
immediately began to harden.  As her puckered asshole and then her pussy
were shown as Aleah just bent over in slow motion to drop her shorts Daryl
was near hard as a rock.

   "Are you meaning to do that, Leah?" Daryl was trying to be playful but
he was uncertain how it was coming across.

   "Oh," Aleah said with a faux surprised look on her face.  "I didn't mean
to cause a problem for you."

   Father smiled at daughter and then rolled his eyes at her in her attempt
to make him feel better.  Daryl knew he frequently caused a problem for
Aleah upon a conversation with Diane Watson.

   When Aleah was finally done undressing she sat down next to her father
and took a long look at his erection.  She wasn't completely sure why her
mind and body were doing what they were doing but she had decided that she
wasn't going to fight it anymore.  Aleah reached out and took a soft hold
of her father's hard manhood.  She didn't stroke him or do anything other
than just hold lightly wrap her hand around it.  Her fingers barely reached
all the way around.

   Surprised at the move but realizing that Aleah wasn't going to do
anything else right now Daryl handed the large bowl of popcorn to Aleah and
then pressed the movie back into playing.  He looked up at the clock over
the TV to see it was closing on nine o'clock in the evening.  Where had the
day gone?  There seemed to be quite a bit of missing space but he tried to
let it go for the time being.

   An hour later, with the movie almost finished, the popcorn about half
gone Daryl saw his daughter go through a huge yawn and then she lay her
head on his shoulder.  While they had been sitting side by side during the
movie they had gone back to the relative innocence of just sitting together
naked, trying their best to get through this first day of the Aleah's test.
Daryl actually thought they were doing a pretty good job after the events
of earlier in the day.

   His penis having taken quite some time to get back to soft Daryl was
well relaxed when Aleah said, "Dad, can I lay my head in your lap?"

   "Do you think that's a good idea?"

   "Well, I don't think it's a bad one.  We can finish the movie and then
I'll go to bed."

   An uncertainty overcame Daryl for just a moment before he said, "I guess
you can.  Just try to be careful."

   Without saying anything Aleah reset herself to turn on her side to lay
on her right side, knees facing outward from the couch and her head laying
just below her father's belly button, just above his thankfully still soft
manhood.  Daryl thought it looked a little uncomfortable -- why wouldn't
she use his thigh?  -- but let it go as his daughter's breathing seemed to
calm down and the movie played on.

   The only light in the house was currently coming from the television so
Aleah figured now was her chance to help her father.  With a slow draw she
brought her hand up and over her father's thigh, positioning her hand like
her father's thigh was a body pillow or something.  The back of her hand
immediately softly rubbed across the side of his penis and then settled
next his balls.  The light from the television allowed Aleah to see her
father's manhood begin to change its position -- not a great amount but
enough to know there was an affect happening.  When she felt her father's
hand slip from atop her left shoulder to her elbow there was an internal
knowledge that she might get to do actually what she wanted to for her
father.

   Aleah's hot breath streamed over Daryl's moving manhood making him a
little harder breath by breath.  When Daryl felt his daughter's finger
begin softly stroking the top of his shaft he knew was either going to be
in a lot of trouble or be feeling very good just shortly.

   Running her finger over the top of her father's cock was a feeling she
wasn't completely prepared for - how soft it might be.  She had felt him
hard but this was different.  Between her legs she knew she was getting wet
and when she perceived her father's hand now under her elbow and gently
cupping her left breast any question of maybe not was destroyed.  Aleah
gently moved her hand from the top of her father's manhood to the bottom
and without a word or explanation lifted the still mostly soft piece of
muscle into her mouth and licked her first cock.

   Aleah's sucking was slow and deliberate.  Allowing her not to have to
move her head from his lap yet but she did know that the harder it became
the more she would have to move.  He tasted so good, Aleah thought. 
Description of taste or flavor was hard to imagine so she just let it go.

   ********

   When Daryl understood that his cock was now in his daughter's mouth he
tried to let the oddity of it all slip from his mind.  It wasn't working.
His daughter's tongue was soft and slow and he really enjoyed that kind of
blowjob; his wife had been extremely good at the slow blow.  Aleah's mouth
was slightly tentative but Daryl figured that was probably a positioning
thing.  Still, Daryl was bothered by this physicality.  While his thoughts
had certainly thought about it he figured it was something that shouldn't
be happening.  Why would his daughter have such a change in her demeanor
and where this test went so quickly?  As well, he cared not a whit about
society's flippant ideas of sexuality but what would his wife have said
were she alive?

   Well, there was a main problem, wasn't there?  Andrea wasn't here.  She
hadn't been here for a decade and he'd never heard a word from her beyond
the grave.  Still...Fucking still!  -- he couldn't do this just now.  He
already said no to a woman who was not his blood so why would he say yes to
one who was?

   "Aleah," Daryl said quickly while lifting her body from his.  "Aleah,
please stop."

   Aleah rose herself the rest of the way and turned to look at her father,
her face covered in surprise and wonder.  "Are you alright, dad?"

   Daryl took his daughter's face in his hands and gave her a quick kiss on
the cheek before he stood and walked a few steps away.  When he turned
back, hard-on still raging and wet, he said, "Leah, please understand that
I am not upset about what you were doing, it felt really great."

   He let out a long breath while dropping his eyes to the floor.  When he
raised his head again he looked at his daughter and continued, "I'm not
ready for something like this.  I thought this was a test for you and it
became more than I was prepared to deal with."

   Aleah's face dropped a little as she said, "You've made this so easy,
dad.  And when you hardened between my legs today my brain couldn't let it
go and I just...wanted to...feel more, I guess."

   "How did it feel, then?"

   The question caught Aleah off guard but she recovered quickly.  "What
little I got felt really nice, dad." Her voice almost cracked at the truth
but that was how she and her father worked: the truth, no matter how
difficult it was.

   "Well, I'll tell you something, sweetheart, it did feel nice and, to be
even more honest, I wanted you to finish for me." Father and daughter
shared an awkward smile.  "Unfortunately, though, I think I would have
tried to return the favor and my smaller brain would have tried to take
over and probably would have won the battle and then it would be more and
who knows where it would stop.  Do you understand?"

   With a drop of her shoulders Aleah slowly nodded and then her own mind
went in another direction.  She had no idea why it went there but she was
really enjoying that it was going there and if it could be taken in small
increments then it might get more 'there' and whatever this test was
becoming might allow her to make a stronger decision about her best friend.
If Aleah got to have sex with her father would she be okay with letting
Cheryl-Lynn have sex with him?  Or, even, walking around the house nude? 
Aleah felt she needed to go for it for some reason.

   "Dad?"

   "Yeah?"

   "What if I said that I won't let you return the favor?  That what I want
to do is for me and the steps to be taken are mine to control?" Aleah
looked at her father with a quizzical eye, forcing him to think about what
she said.

   Daryl looked his daughter for a moment before he said, "So, let me get
this straight -- you want to give me a blowjob and that's all?  No oral
return or sex from me?"

   "Yes, er, no, for now."

   Daryl's eyebrows rose at that response as it was very far from where he
thought his daughter was going.  Where was she going, he thought.  How
dirty was this going to get?  How would he finish for his daughter -- in
her mouth or throat?  On her chest?  Into a tissue paper?  Why would he let
his daughter suck his dick?  Why were his thought even allowing this?  He
was not one to not have an answer.  All he knew was that Cheryl-Lynn wanted
to have his dick in her mouth.  Diane, Cheryl-Lynn's mother wanted his cock
in her mouth.  And, the most surprising, his daughter, Aleah, wanted to
suck him off.

   Were his pheromones working triple time?  Of course, Diane said she'd
wanted to get nasty with him for eighteen years.  Were mother and daughter
talking?

   Why was he moving back to the couch?

   All of these questions, all of these quick decisions, all of these
premises of nudity and sex and Daryl felt like he was losing some kind of
internal battle.

   He was sitting back down on the couch and reaching out to his daughter
to sit next to him.  His cock was still mostly hard so he had to process
this correctly.

   "Listen, sweetheart, I'm having an issue of control right now.  This was
your test for something completely differently and now you want to give me
a..."

   "Blowjob," Aleah said confidently.

   "Yes, a blowjob," he confirmed, a little rigid.  "I want to let you do
it, too.  My brain is asking me where I would finish..."

   "On my tits," Aleah quickly stated, a small smile on her face, "this
time."

   "This time," Daryl asked with a skip in his voice.

   "Like you, dad, I'm having an issue of control.  I know we talked about
this earlier and we both said that we wanted to do more to each other. 
When Diane arrived and I saw you in your thinking state I told myself that
I needed your penis in my mouth to help you feel better."

   "How can I feel bad right now?  I'm naked with one of the most lovely
ladies I know," Daryl said quickly, the smile on his face was wide and
genuine, eye afire.

   "Dad, I don't know what's going on with me but I want to get...dirty and
nasty with you, right now," Aleah said in response.  Her face was trying to
convey her words but she looked more confused than certain.

   As if he were having the same conversation as a little while ago Daryl
asked, "What kind of dirty and nasty are you thinking about?"

   "Dad...I want to suck your dick and then have sex with you." Aleah
dropped her face in embarrassment.

   "That's not very dirty or nasty," Daryl returned.  "That sounds like fun
but it's doesn't sound bad or dirty and especially not nasty."

   Aleah popped her head up and saw her father smiling at her.  "Fine.  Dad
I want to blow you until you cum all over my tits and then I want to do it
again so I can swallow your load and then I want you to fuck me until I
cream your cock with my own juices.  Is that dirty enough?"

   Smiling at his daughter, and now knowing that he and his daughter wanted
the same thing, and she could talk nasty, couldn't she?  Any trepidation
was disappearing quickly so Daryl moved himself so his back was against the
pillow of the couch and let his hardening cock stand without help.

   "That is dirty enough, sweetheart.  Would you like to start now?"

   With no words Aleah practically dove onto her father's cock, swallowing
him as deep as he would go, and that was pretty deep, she thought.

   "Stay slow," Aleah heard her father say.  She was fine with that.  This
whole day had been really easy once she and her father got through the
beginning.  He always made things easy to get through.  When she realized
what she wanted she had to get it.  Without ever realizing it she now knew
she wanted her father's cock inside of her.  So she kept it inside of her
mouth now...

   Up and down, tongue slurping through a crazy amount of saliva, all
slowly now, Aleah kept her father's manhood in the grasp of her lips.  She
stayed slow, almost edging-ly slow with her mouth, as her hand followed the
uncovered parts of the thick meat of her father.  No, he was not as big as
Frank, Aleah wasn't sure that any human could be, but he was a nice filling
in her mouth.  When she deep-throated the beautiful cock Aleah heard her
father moan and then she would feel his hand in her hair.  He never pushed
her down or anything but his hands were comforting just the same.

   Aleah knew she would let her father touch her anywhere at probably any
time right now.  She didn't know what she would do if she felt his fingers,
or even this nice cock of his, enter her pussy but there was a complement
to the moment she felt she could accept.

   ********

   Daryl hadn't felt anything like this in more than a decade and he wanted
more.  He had told his daughter to go slow and now he was thinking about
retreating that command it felt so good.  He'd not had an orgasm in all
these years and every few seconds his cock made him think he was about to
explode.  That odd mixture of pleasure and pain; a severe coalescing of
pressure in his nuts combined with a rising and stilting pressure along his
cock finally pushing a bottoms-up hale to the mushroom of the wonderful
feeling surrounding his manhood.

   Wanting to push his daughter's head down by grabbing her hair and
forcing her further onto his manhood, as if that were possible, to try and
enter her stomach Daryl had to breathe, like meditation breathing, to stay
in control.  He wasn't doing well.

   Daryl finally closed his eyes and just focused on the sensations he was
being given.  Almost without conscious effort Daryl's left hand began to
work its way down Aleah's body, sliding across her skin in effortless
movement.  Daryl's mind let his nerves through so he could feel her skin
and the perfection underneath his fingers.  His daughter's skin was smooth
and flawless, warm and inviting to his fingertips.

   Without really thinking about it Daryl found his hand cupping his
daughter's large breast where he almost hurried to pinch her nipple.  When
he heard Aleah moan he pinched her again and received the same response. 
When he pinched Aleah upped her ministrations on his cock.

   He was so close to blowing his load just now.  His daughter was mean,
thought Daryl.  She would let him get close and then draw back her activity
to make him lose that closeness.  Daryl figured his daughter had to be
either a prostitute or had given so many blowjobs that she was an unpaid
professional.  It was so good but it was so bad.

   Taking his hand away from Aleah's tit Daryl impressed his hand to travel
down her body in slow increments.  As she was on her knees now, when did
she move?, Daryl could run his hand over his daughter's back or further
down what would be the front of her body and that was what he did.

   With deliberate direction Daryl slid his fingers over the soft tuft of
pubic hair above Aleah's pussy and let the tip of his middle finger run
right over his daughter's clitoris.  He held his finger there and began
rubbing his finger back and forth.  When he did that Aleah went berserk and
whatever slowness his daughter had been adhering to was gone.

   Aleah began stroking her father for all she was worth.  With the
increase in sensation Daryl knew it wouldn't be long now before he released
for the most person in his life -- his daughter, Aleah.

   "Unh," Daryl moaned.  He was getting really close now.  He pressed his
fingers harder into his daughter's pussy making her move faster causing him
to get closer.  Daryl's legs stiffened and he knew he was about to screw up
what Aleah wanted.

   "Sweetie, unh, Leah..." grunted Daryl as he began bucking his hips. 
"It's...s't..t..time..."

   Without missing a beat or removing her mouth from her father's cock
Aleah jumped off the couch, losing her father's wonderful finger playing
with her pussy, and fell down between his legs.  Without even looking up at
her father Aleah stroked the small piece of her father's cock not in her
mouth.  She knew what to wait for -- that overly tensing of his skin and
muscle -- and he was right there, just...about...to...

   Aleah pulled her father's cock from her mouth and pointed the large,
bulbous head right at her large-breasted chest.  She watched every shot hit
her.  It didn't even take a second before her chest was covered in what
felt like gallons of hot liquid -- it wasn't warm like you hear about; the
heat was high on her chest, almost burning.

   And it felt more than wonderful.

   Aleah's eyes never left the big eye shooting the hot fluid all over her.
It was mesmerizing to her to see it and feel it with her own eyes and her
own skin.

   When the white man-juice finally stopped shooting and dripping from her
father's trembling manhood Aleah looked up to her father's face and saw
that he had a pained look over the entirety of his features.  His eyes were
scrunched shut tight and his mouth was thin-lipped with what looked like
pain.  Aleah could hear the grinding of his teeth and she became only a
little worried, to start.  Feeling the tenseness of his legs as she was
pressed between them Aleah felt that she had to figure something out.

   The cock in her hand was boiling to her.  She almost couldn't hold the
beautiful piece of man-meat anymore.

   ********

   Daryl Gaelen wasn't sure what planet he was on.

   He hadn't screamed yet but was sure he was going to even if the greatest
of the sensations was over with.  His cock hadn't had anything come out of
it except urine since before his wife died.  It had never been that he
hadn't wanted to jerk off or put his dick inside another woman in the years
since but it had never come up -- pun intended.  Daryl had taken all of the
responsibility of his daughter to the utmost and put all of his being into
making sure she was dressed, fed, educated, slept well, grew up, made
friends -- even if she had one for life -- and did her thing, whatever that
was going to be.  He had to work hard at everything that he did and while
he never regretted any of it he did miss out on a lot.

   But this, this sexual activity with a suddenly changed daughter was
almost too much to bear.  His daughter blew him just like his long gone
wife, her body was very similar to Andrea's and he wanted more of her.

   Maybe right after his body recovered from his soul being blown out
through his cock.

   Daryl felt depleted, his energy gone and his mind a whirlwind of chaos.
Despite her want for this nudity test for her friend it ended being he and
Aleah who made it something more.  He wasn't upset about any of this but he
was surprised when his daughter asked to test this whole nudity thing.  And
now they wanted to fuck each other.  He wasn't sure what he did right for
his daughter to feel this way but he wasn't fighting it.

   After another few moments Daryl was able to relax his body and open his
eyes to look at Aleah.  Of course, the main reason he was able to relax was
because he felt his cock put into something wet and soft that felt like a
glove.  The rest of his body was almost numb with the previous exertion and
when he opened his eyes and saw the second most beautiful set of tits he'd
ever had the privilege of having in his face.  He turned his head and saw
Aleah's arms beside his head which must mean her hands were holding onto
his shoulders.  As he thought it he felt the fingers gripping into him.

   Turning his face back to the naked body sitting on top of his lap Daryl
peered slightly upward and looked into the eyes of his daughter.  Aleah's
eyes were slightly closed but held a hint of either malice or designed
desire, Daryl couldn't tell, but he held no fear...

   Wait, if Aleah's hands were on his shoulders and her mouth was only
inches from his own then that could only mean that the softness surrounding
his surprisingly still hard cock had to be Aleah's...pussy?

   "What are you doing, Aleah?" Daryl's voice was soft with a touch of
insistence.

   "I'm fucking you, dad," Aleah said as she slowly rose and then just as
slowly dropped back down.

   Gods, this feels good, Daryl thought.  His mind went in a slightly
different direction when he responded.  "You're out of order, sweetheart,
and your face and chest are a mess."

   Aleah humped her father a few more times before looking at him, her eyes
open a little wider and a smile spreading on her face.  "Mm hmm, I did and
they are and it's your fault, dad.  When was the last time you came?"

   "It's been a while, Leah," Daryl said with a hint of embarrassment.  "I
don't even know how I lasted so long."

   Almost laughing while she continued Aleah said, "It wasn't that long,
dad.  Only about ten minutes, if that."

   A slightly shocked look appeared on Daryl's face as he tried to
understand how he could cum so much in so short a time.  It wasn't like
prostate and balls stored it all on a cumulative basis.  Sure, the body
would produce a little more than normal after some time off from that
production but his daughter's chest looked like he dumped one of those
little cups of yogurt all over it; maybe several of them.

   "Well, I like where we are," Daryl said.  "Hopefully I can last a little
longer for you this time." The smile on his face was genuine and
appreciative.

   Aleah didn't respond in words.  She simply looked at her father's eyes
and began to move a little faster up and down on his cock.  No, he wasn't
as big as rubber Frank, she thought, but he still felt really good with the
warmth of his body beneath hers and inside of her.

   With her knees on either side of his sitting body Aleah had complete
control of her movements.  She would lift and drop and then she would
completely drop and slide back and forth.  Daryl was certain his daughter's
body was made of heaven and that, though he was sure this was just
nonsense, that his Aleah Pearl had had sex with porn stars.  He had no idea
where she learned how to make a man feel so good but at the moment he
didn't care.

   The only negative with this whole business was that this wasn't supposed
to happen.  They were supposed to be normal, acting normal, doing normal
things -- sure, while they were naked.  How did this happen so fast?, Daryl
thought.  He figured, with hindsight in full presentation, that something
like this could have happened but maybe not until at least the second day.

   Suddenly the body riding on top of him began to move very quickly. 
Daryl reset his mind and his eyes back to his fucking-him daughter -- gods,
she was beautiful like this.

   Aleah began to rise and fall faster and faster.  Her pussy squeezed his
cock like a vise but Daryl knew he was nowhere close to having another
orgasm.  "Come on, Leah, cum for me," Daryl urged.

   Aleah's eyes were closed, her hands on her father's shoulders were
squeezing and releasing in nowhere near a steady rhythm and she was
groaning and moaning like her orgasm just wouldn't arrive.

   No longer really caring about the huge mess on her chest Daryl quickly
wiped away some of his ejaculate to expose Aleah's left nipple and he put
it in his mouth and sucked on it -- hard.

   "Oh, fuck yes," Aleah nearly screamed.

   With his mouth on one tit Daryl hands fell to each side of his daughter
and grabbed her hips and helped to move her down and with some force.  She
would lift herself but Daryl began thrusting from his seated position,
pulling Aleah down each upward thrust of his hips.  The thrust wasn't very
large but it seemed to provide the needed strength to help his daughter
release.

   "Unh, unh, unh," Aleah grunted.  The sound's release sped up with each
forceful penetration and then she let her father know, "I cumming, dad!"

   Without a warning Aleah opened her eyes, looked at her father and then
grabbed both sides of his face and brought her lips to his, shoving her
tongue deep into his mouth.

   Daryl didn't welcome the kiss; he worshipped it and gave back as good as
he got.  He felt Aleah's pussy constrict all of the muscles on his cock and
then she stopped and grunted with her tongue still in Daryl's mouth.

   He felt all of the juices his daughter produced cover his cock, even
inside of her.  Daryl felt the juices barely leak out and drip down onto
his balls.  It was glorious and he knew he wanted to do this again.

   When she finally finished her massive orgasm Aleah collapsed onto her
father's shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck, pushing her
cum-covered tits onto the top of his chest and sharing the mess that was
there, and then started to cry.

   Daryl heard the sobs and even felt a few of the teardrops fall onto his
skin.  "Hey," he began, concern growing in his voice, "what's this about?"

   Sniff "I...I...don't know, dad," Aleah returned haltingly.

   Gently lifting her face so they could look at each other Daryl tried to
get his daughter to look but she wouldn't.  Was she regretting this?  "Look
at me, please, Leah." Shaking her head Aleah tried to turn her body away
but that wasn't going to happen with a hard cock still inside of her. 
"Look at me now, Leah," Daryl commanded, a little sharp.  "Please," he
finished, softening his voice.

   With a heavy exhalation Aleah turned her face to her father, tears
falling freely.  Her eyes had reddened very quickly like she had been
crying this entire time.

   "Why are you crying, sweetheart?  Are you regretting all of this?"

   "No.  I just..."

   Trying to be supportive for all of this weirdness Daryl said, "While a
surprise, certainly, I am not regretting this, Leah.  Please tell me."

   "Dad," Aleah started, finally looking at her father with some
determination, "I...I don't want to share you with Cheryl-Lynn." The end of
her statement was concise but almost pleading.

   Daryl took Aleah's face in his hands, ensuring their eyes met, "Ok."

   Aleah's surprise was immediate, despite her red eyes.  "That's it?  Ok?"

   A small smile appeared on his lips.  "That's it.  I told you all of this
test and whatever you wanted was up to you and you alone.  Sure," Daryl
shrugged, "it would have been nice to see her naked because she's almost as
pretty as you are beautiful but this test was made by you, for you to
figure something out.  I don't yet know what you figured out, that'd be a
nice conversation, but you said no so no it is."

   Aleah looked at her father's face for a long time before an off
uncertainty crossed her features.  "What if I...change my mind?"

   Daryl smiled as he said, "I don't know why you all of a sudden went
unsure but if you change your mind, then, fine."

   ********

   Aleah Pearl Gaelen had just finished giving her father a blowjob,
letting him cum all over her tits and then she had sex with him.  Her mind
was a strip of confusion.  She knew this whole thing was supposed to be a
test but when everything started her feelings changed and now she didn't
know what to do.

   She didn't feel bad about any of it, really, but she began to have small
uncertainties.  Were they going to have sex regularly now?  Were they going
to want to be some kind of couple now?  Would she all of a sudden rather
stay home than go to college so she could be with her father?

   Aleah didn't know and wasn't sure why all of these questions kept
popping into her mind.

   As well, she kept changing her mind.  One minute she wanted to fuck her
father's brains out and the next she questioned it.  Aleah didn't think she
was bipolar or manic or passive-aggressive or whatever considerations of
questionable thought and rethought there were but this test was causing her
to be that way.

   Lastly, at least for the moment, she was still sitting on her father's
still hard cock.  Talk about irony and hypocrisy.

   "Aleah," her father called softly.

   "Hmm?"

   "I can see the questions shooting through your face.  Will you talk to
me about it?"

   Aleah decided that was probably a good idea, despite any
discombobulation her brain was giving her so she told her father her
thoughts.  Going into only small pieces of detail but she was sure her
father would pick up on the non-stated items.

   Daryl was quiet throughout the explanations and fractured questions. 
When his daughter was done he said, "Well, those all sound like pertinent
considerations and considering your questions and the position we are still
in," Daryl wasn't certain why he hadn't blown his load still being inside
of his daughter but he let it slide for now, "we can slowly remove
ourselves, get cleaned up, get dressed and you can rethink everything."

   "But I don't want to stop, dad," Aleah nearly cried.  "But I don't know
what's next."

   "Well," Daryl began, "we can say that it was a day of contemplation. 
You needed to figure something out and you didn't come to an easy
conclusion so we stopped.  To be honest, I'm really enjoying this but this
is your call.  If you want to stop then you need to get off of my dick and
we stop."

   With a look of resignation Aleah told her father that they should
probably stop for a while and slowly rose from his impaling manhood.  When
it was gone Aleah felt empty.  Not empty like it just wasn't there -- empty
like she was letting something really loving and peaceable go from her
life.

   With her father's drying and dried cum still all over her chest Aleah
softly told her father she was going to shower and slowly left the room,
going upstairs to her room.

   Standing in the shower Aleah tried to figure out what the bloody hell
was wrong with her.  She wanted and then she was unsure; she didn't regret
anything but she was feeling bad about a lot of what she and her father
done.  This was all supposed to determine if she would let her best friend
walk around her house nude so that maybe she could have sex with her
father. Aleah and her father were trying to determine the comfortability of
walking around nude but they ended up doing things that Aleah dreamt of but
now she was uncertain.  oAre all women like this, she thought.

   Aleah spent a long time in the shower, cleaning herself up and then just
standing there thinking.  At one moment the water went a little cold for a
few seconds but she knew that was probably her father taking a shower. 
Their house wasn't necessarily large and they had only a certain amount of
hot water and when both showers were running it was weird.  She wondered
what her father was thinking but she tried not to dwell on it too much.

   When the shower was finished Aleah was uncertain whether she should get
dressed or not.  Looking at the clock she had no idea where the time had
gone, it was almost eleven o'clock at night, and she suddenly realized she
was tired.  The day had been great and mostly comfortable and ended really
nicely until her brain got in the way.  Maybe something in the middle of
nude and clothed, Aleah thought awkwardly.

   Dressing in simply a lace bra and panties Aleah opened her door and saw
that her father's light was on in his bedroom.  Tentatively she walked down
the hall and was about to knock on the barely open door when she heard,
"Come on in, Leah."

   Daryl was laying back on his bed wearing just a pair of boxers and
reading a book.  When the door opened and Aleah stepped in she watched him
mark the book, close it and then sit up.  Father and daughter didn't speak
for a few moments, just staring at one another.

   "Those are nice," Daryl finally said easily.

   "Huh," Aleah questioned.

   "Your underwear.  I've not seen you in underwear since you were a little
girl."

   A little taken aback by the ease of the statement Aleah could only say,
"Oh, um, thanks."

   Another couple of quiet moments passed before Daryl asked, "What would
you like to talk about?"

   Aleah stared at her father for another moment, seeing that his hard-on
was gone, seeing that her father was just as relaxed as normal.  How does
he do it?

   "I just want to say...," Aleah paused for only a short time before
finishing, "I just want to say thanks, dad."

   "Oh?  For what?" Daryl's face showed a real question.  Aleah figured he
probably wanted her to say everything out loud.

   "For spending all of this crazy time with me and making this so easy,"
Aleah said.

   "You're welcome.  It has been a little weird and crazy, hasn't it?"

   "Yeah," Aleah returned with a small smile.  Her father always made
things easy for her.  There were times when she figured that life outside
this house was going to be horror but she hoped that what her father had
taught her would be good enough for the outside world.  "And, um, I wanted
to say...thanks for not freaking out about the sex.  I really enjoyed it."

   "Me, too," Daryl said with an easy smile.  "Any time."

   Did her father just say he would have sex with her at any time?  "What?
Any time what, dad?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I meant any time you wanted to have sex I
wouldn't object," Daryl said without any trace of declination.

   He did say he would have sex with her any time she wanted, Aleah took
in. Why?  Why would he do that?  What now?

   "I, uh, I'm going to bed, dad.  Goodnight." Aleah's confusion inside of
her was about to make her crumble.  She wanted her father, she loved her
father, she wanted to fuck her father in every position the Kama Sutra
describes, she wanted to sleep in the same bed with him, she wanted to make
him happy, she wanted to make herself happy, too, but so many things were
in the way.

   Aleah heard her father return the goodnight as she walked down to her
room.  Going in she didn't even close the door as she clambered onto her
bed, let her face fall into the pillow and let sleep take her.

   Aleah Gaelen dreamed about she and her father taking a shower and having
sex, the dream moved onto her in college and meeting young men and having
sex with some of them but always thinking about her father.  She knew he
was completely self-sufficient but her mind was telling her to be there for
him.  What if she wasn't there for him?  What if she found a young man that
took her heart and they got married, how would her father feel?  Aleah knew
her father would give her away at the wedding and be extremely happy for
her and the life she was building.  But...but...what if...what if...

   Having gone to sleep a little after eleven at night when Aleah woke she
looked directly at the clock and saw that it was almost four in the
morning. She didn't feel the least bit rested even if she had slept for a
good five hours straight.  Knowing it was her mind that was causing the
problem she felt she needed to figure out what to do with her father. 
Should she keep the test going -- of course, that may end up with the two
of them having sex in some fashion again but would that be so bad?  -- and
determine if everything her best friend in the universe, her life-sister,
wanted was a good idea?

   Not having any idea and not able to get back to sleep Aleah realized
there was only one place of comfort that she knew would not let her down:
next to her father.

   Aleah rose from bed and quietly walked the short distance down the hall
to her father's room.  He never completely closed his door so she pushed it
far enough open that she could enter.  There was always a thought about how
her father knew she was walking down the hall but when her father suddenly
spoke in the darkness she nearly screamed.

   "Are you alright, Aleah," asked Daryl's sleepy voice.

   Aleah wanted to question her dad about this presence thing but later,
maybe.  Instead, she caught her breath and asked, "Can I lay down with you,
dad?"

   After a moment's hesitation Daryl said, "Sure, sweetheart."

   Daryl Gaelen's bed was only a double as he said he didn't need that much
and when Aleah felt more than saw the covers pulled back she quickly, but
softly, jumped herself into the bed.  Her father had slid away from the
door-side of the bed so he was essentially laying on the right side.  When
Aleah fell into the left side she scooted herself until she felt herself
forehead to forehead with her father.

   Father and daughter were facing each other, each laying on their sides,
when Aleah felt the covers thrown over her.  It wasn't that it was cold
inside the house but it was wonderfully warm where her father had been
sleeping and Aleah melted into it.  Her comfort level increased
exponentially as soon as she settled herself.

   "Maybe we can talk about it later?," Daryl said to his daughter.

   "Maybe," was all Aleah could return.

   Daryl stayed laying on his right arm facing his daughter but Aleah could
tell his breathing began to ease and become regular almost immediately. 
How does he do this?  Not let life affect him so.

   Still Aleah could not get herself to fall asleep.  She was slightly
uncomfortable laying on her left arm, she always laid on her right, just
like her dad, so as easily as she could she turned over, placing her back
toward her father.  When she felt her dad's hand caress her back and
shoulder for moment, as if he was simply trying to comfort her and let her
know everything was okay, Aleah knew she was in the wrong spot. 
Consciously she scooted herself back until her back was tightly against her
father's chest.

   When she felt her father's left arm come over her to hold her against
him Aleah found the comfort she was looking for and finally fell asleep,
almost completely at peace.


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