I can't believe I actually wrote this. It took me forever. I started to just write the facts, but as the memories came flooding back I started to write all the details. My husband thinks I have a crazy memory because I can so easily forget appointments or where I put the car keys, but can remember exact conversations that happened years ago. I kind of feel like I ought to do something with it now that I have written it, but it's not exactly the kind of family memories you want to share with your daughters.

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OK, here is the deal with my dad. I was 15. One evening my mom was at some meeting. My dad and I were watching The Blue Lagoon on TV. They got to the part where the kids figure out how to have sex. I said to myself, "I wish�I could lose my�virginity." Then, all of a sudden I realized I hadn't just said it to myself, I had said it out-loud. I was so embarrassed I burst into tears, and ran to my room, shut the door, and fell on my bed. A moment later I heard a soft knock, my dad opened the door just a small crack and asked if he could come in. I just start bawling and blabbering, "I'm so sorry dad, I didn't mean it, I was just caught up in the movie," blah, blah, blah. He said, "Why are you sorry? You are old enough to decide for yourself what to do with your body. If you want to have sex, then have sex." What?? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He said he was 15 when he first "got laid", and if I wanted to "get laid" that was fine with him. I couldn't believe he was using that kind of language. But it sure made me stop crying. Then he asked if there was anyone in particular that I wanted to have sex with. I told him that he was the man I loved the most.

He said, "Nope, not happening." He said that marriage is based on trust and honesty, and he loved my mom very much. He said, besides, if I ever got married, my fiancee and I would probably sometime be lying in bed and would ask each other about our first time. He said guys these days could handle finding out you have slept with 10 guys before them, but if you said your first time was with your dad, they might think that was a bit messed up. And he said knowing something like that could put a strain on the father-in-law/son-in-law relationship.

So he asked if there was anybody else I was interested in. He said I could have sex with anyone I wanted, but I probably should pick some guy who wasn't interested in "just getting his rocks off" unless I was looking for someone to just do it once to get it over with. He said once when he was in college he was in a bar and this teenage girl walked in just looking for a guy to take her virginity. He was very happy to help her out. As for me, he said I should definitely not pick some jerk who was going to brag about it in the locker room.

I told him that there was this British exchange student in my class named Robin, and I thought he was kind of cute. And Robin's British accent just made me melt. Dad asked if that was a guy. I'm pretty sure he was joking. He knows that in England it can be either a boy's name or girl's name, while in North America it is 99% a girls name. I laughed and said, "Yes, it's a guy." He said, "Just checking."

Dad said to invite him over some afternoon. I usually got home about 3:45. Dad worked at home most of the time, though he had a small office at the company headquarters about an hour away. He only had to go to the office about once a week or less. Mom worked in a nearby town and got home about 5:20-5:30. That usually gave us about an hour and a half alone.

A few days later I told my dad that I had invited Robin to come over the next day. Robin was going to check with his host family and if it was OK he would ride the bus home with me. Dad gave me some condoms to put in the top drawer beside my bed. I told him I didn't plan to go all the way the first time. He told me to keep them anyway because lots of girls get pregnant doing things they didn't plan to do. He also said I should meet Robin half way when we kiss, and not make him do all the work. If I don't want his hands somewhere, I should move them, and if I do want his hands somewhere I should put them there. He shouldn't have to try to guess what I want all the time, especially if he is not very experienced. This turned out to be very good advice.

The next day Robin came home with me. I introduced him to my dad and they chatted a bit about the exchange program. I asked Robin if he wanted to see my room. He kind of looked at my dad, and said "OK." My dad said, "Have fun." I grabbed Robin's hand and pulled him down the hall to my room. I closed the door. Robin asked if my dad would be okay with me closing the door. I told him it was my room and my dad said I could do whatever I wanted to in my room (except no drugs). He said he thought my dad was pretty cool.

I showed him stuff around my room and then we sat next to each other on the bed and started to chat a bit. I was kind of leaning towards him and he started leaning towards me so I met him half way. We started to kiss and spent the next half hour swapping spit and trying to figure out how to french kiss without banging our noses. After a while we were laying on the bed and his hands were on my waist so I took my hand and moved his hand down to my butt. That felt nice, so after a while I moved his other hand to my breast and that felt even nicer. I had my hand on his butt and then I slowly moved it around to the front. He was as hard as a rock.�

I sat up and told him I wanted to see it. I made him stand up and I knelt down in front of him and unbuckled his pants. I pulled down his boxers and saw my first dick, live and in person. I reached out and gently held it. He started leaking pre-cum like mad. I started smearing it around the head with my thumb, then decided to go ahead and try to give him a blow job. (Dad was right, I had not really planned that.) I started licking around the head, then put it in my mouth and started to gently suck. Robin started to moan. I stopped and told him not to cum in my mouth because I wanted to watch it squirt. Then I thought about it and told him to hold on while I quickly pulled off my shirt and my bra. I went back to sucking on him and he told me to gently put my hand around the shaft and move my hand up and down.

In just a few minutes he started breathing very heavy and told me he was about to come. I stopped sucking and pointed his dick at my chest. He told me to keep moving my hand. Suddenly his dick exploded, shooting 3 or 4 good squirts on my chest. I put it back in my mouth just to see what it tasted like. It wasn't bad, but the pre-cum tasted better.

I was giggling with delight as I smeared his cum all over my tits. He sat down on my bed to catch his breath. After a bit I grabbed his hand and told him we needed to go get cleaned up. He pulled his pants up before we went across the hall to the bathroom. I got a wash cloth and started to wash my tits. I asked him if he wanted to help, and he took the washcloth and started washing me much more gently than I had. I told him he could kiss them, then I told him to suck on the nipples a little bit. I thought I was in heaven. I asked him if he wanted to see my pussy. His eyes got as big as saucers, so I quickly pulled off my jeans and panties. I sat on the bathroom counter, spread my legs really wide and gave Robin a tour of the female anatomy.

There was a gentle knock on the door and all of a sudden my dad opened the door a bit, stuck his head in and said, "You need to get dressed. Your mom will be home in a few minutes." Then he closed the door. Robin's jaw nearly hit the floor. I just burst out laughing.

We were back in the living room when my mom got home. Dad introduced Robin, and Mom asked if he had told his host family he would be gone for supper. He hadn't so Mom said he should go home to eat, but next time he came over he should tell them that he would be eating at our house. My dad said he would drive Robin home. I walked out to the car with them and just before they got in the car Dad turned and looked the other way so I could give Robin a kiss.

That must have on a Tuesday or so, because a few days later Dad suggested I invite Robin to go to the movies with us on Friday. One problem with living in a small town in Canada is that at 15 you are too young to drive, but you don't want your parents to drive you everywhere. You go out with groups of kids if one of them is 16, but it is hard to go out with just one person on a date. Dad suggested we go on a double date. We would pick up Robin and drive downtown. He and my mom would eat at the restaurant where they usually go, and Robin and I could go to any of the fast food places we wanted to. We would then meet back at the car and drive to the multiplex cinema where we could go see different movies. So that is what we did. My first real date was on a double date with my parents. Robin and I saw The Breakfast Club.

Our movie was out a few minutes earlier than whatever my parents went to see, so we went outside, went around the corner of the building out of the light, and kissed. There was still a bit of snow on the ground so we didn't sit down. It was warm enough that we only had our jackets on, not our heavy coats. I wanted to give Robin another blow job, but I didn't think that would work very well, so I just let him put his hand down my pants and feel me up.

The next day Mom, Dad, and I went hiking at a large nature park about 45 minutes away. Actually, my dad and I went hiking. Mom just went strolling. She always went strolling. We would always eat our lunch at the covered shelter first, then Dad and I would take off hiking. Mom would start with us, but after 10 minutes she would be stopping to look at some interesting plant or something. Dad and I would hike 10 km/6 miles in the time it took her to hike one. But we would all meet back at the parking area in a few hours and all have a good time.

Anyway, as we walked along Dad told me that Mom knew that young people had sex, and Mom had even had sex as a teenager, but she didn't like to think about me having sex. He said she was completely open to answering any questions I had about female biology, but she didn't want to know the details about my sex life. He said that even though he thought it was a bit illogical, we needed to respect her feelings. I could talk to Mom about biology, and to him about actually doing it.

We had been gone about an hour when I said I needed to pee. When one of us needed to pee we would go off the trail a bit, find a place and pee. So that's what I did. I went off the trail just a bit, turned away from my dad, but just as I unbuckled my pants I changed my mind. I turned back around so I was facing my dad. I noticed that he had turned so that his back was towards me. I got a tissue out of my pocket, pulled down my pants and panties, squatted down spreading my legs as much as I could, and then yelled, "Hey!" He turned around and I started to pee. I watched him watch me the whole time I was peeing. He had a smile on his face and so did I. When I finished I did not do that 'stand up and pull your pants up at the same time' thing. I stood up, wiped my pussy with the tissue, then pulled up my pants.

After I got buckled up (and put the tissue under some leaves where it could return to nature) I walked up to Dad and gave him a hug. I looked up and he was smiling. So I met him half way, and kissed him on the lips. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I told him I was still willing for him to be my first. He took his other hand, put it on my other breast, started to gently squeeze them both, looked in my eyes, smiled and said, "It's still not happening." He kissed me again, then broke the kiss and headed on down the trail.

The next week I invited Robin to come over again. This time, when we came into the house Dad started talking to Robin. He asked him if he had ever had a girlfriend before. "No." He asked if Robin had ever "been" with a girl before. Robin said no. Dad then said, "OK, here is how it goes: Rule #1: always wear a condom. Rule #2: never pressure anyone to do something they don't want to do. Rule #3: never forget rule #1. Now since you are both virgins, the best way to have sex is for the girl to first give the guy a blow job. That way he isn't so eager to have a release. Then, he should use his tongue to return the favor. That way she is very wet and slippery, and her parts are more eager to accept his part. And by that time his part will be ready to go again. When they are both ready to do it, they put on the condom, and then the girl should get on top and slowly sit down on him. That way she can control how much of him goes inside her. When he is all the way inside her, then you just move around until you both see fireworks. The important thing is to communicate. Tell each other when you don't like something, or when you do like something. There is no need to be embarrassed. You're having sex with someone -- the least you can do is talk to them." He asked if we had any questions. We didn't. He said, "You two go have a good time."

We ran down the hallway and closed the door. I jumped on Robin and we kissed for about 10 seconds, then we started tearing our clothes off. We did it just like my dad said. I gave Robin a blow job and even let him come in my mouth, but I decided not to swallow. I spit it out on a tissue and threw it away. Then I lay down, spread my legs and told Robin exactly where to lick and how fast to stick his finger in and out of me. I didn't come though. I wanted him inside me so badly that I made him lay down and humped his dick with my pussy. I was about to put him inside me when we remembered the condom. We stopped and put it on, then I got back on top and put the tip inside me, then slow sunk down. I had broken my hymen long before that. I bent down and made his suck my nipples, then I just had him cup my breasts while I rode him like a horse. It didn't take long until Robin started to breathe heavy and then I felt this wonderful thump, thump, thump deep inside my body. That pushed me over the edge and I screamed.

I collapsed down on Robin's chest, then drug the covers over me because I was a bit chilly. We heard a small knock, then my dad stuck his head in the door and asked if I was okay. I told him I felt wonderful. He asked Robin if he was wearing a condom. Robin said, "Yes, sir." Dad said, "Good boy." Then he said that we still had 30 minutes before Mom got home, but we should probably start to get cleaned up. Then he closed the door. Robin asked in his beautiful British accent, "Why does you father always knock, but he never waits for an answer before he opens the door?" I laughed and said, "I don't know. Maybe he secretly likes to watch us have sex."��

When my mom came home she asked Robin if he had told his host family that he would be at our house for supper. He had. Mom was very happy. She talked with him throughout the whole meal about her trip to England when she was in college. When Dad took Robin home Mom and I were talking in the kitchen. She said that she thought Robin was a very nice boy, and that he reminded her a little bit of a boy that she had sex with when she was in England. Now it was my turn to be shocked. She said if I decided to have sex with Robin I should please be careful and please don't let her know about it. I told her I would certainly remember that.

The next day when I got home from school my dad was working in his study. I walked in and asked him if he and Mom had really told each other about their first time having sex. He said they had. Then I asked him if he knew the name of the second guy that Mom gave a blowjob to. He said no, that they didn't go into that much detail. I took of my shirt and my bra, swiveled Dad around in his chair, knelt down in front of him and started rubbing his dick through the front of his pants.

His eyes got real big and he said, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I calmly asked him if he knew who the second guy I gave a blowjob was. He said no. I said, "Just some guy that lived in my neighborhood." Then I unzipped him, pulled his dick out, and began to suck. After a few minutes Dad leaned his head way back and came in my mouth. He didn't taste a lot better than Robin, but I went ahead and swallowed. I stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and thanked him for everything he had done for me in the past two weeks.

After that Robin would come over twice a week or so, and we would go on dates every weekend. I went over to eat with his host family, and he showed me his room, but we had to leave the door open.

I liked to tease my dad by sitting on his lap, kissing him, putting his hand on my breast, then jumping up and running away. Or if Mom was in the kitchen and I passed him in the hallway I would flash my tits at him. Or if Mom was at work and I got out of the shower, I might wrap a towel around me and go through the house to get something from the kitchen. But I would wrap the towel so high that I would "accidentally" show my pussy. Dad would frown at me then.

One weekend in the spring, Mom had to go away on a business trip. Dad suggested we invite Robin to go camping at the park where we go hiking. Dad assured Robin's host family that we had a big tent and he would chaperone us the whole time. He picked us up from school and drove us directly over to Robin's where we got Robin's bag. That was much faster than riding the school bus. We then headed to the park. Dad and I showed Robin the Canadian wilderness. He took lots of pictures to show his host family and his family in England. We went back to the car and drove to a nice restaurant to eat. After that we drove back home where we set up the tent in the back yard. Our house is on the edge of town where there are lots of trees and the houses are not right next to each other. Dad spent the night in his big warm bed. Robin and I shared a sleeping bag in the tent.

On Saturday it rained, so we moved back into the house. After lunch I was ready to head back to my bedroom. I took Robin's hand, and was about to head down the hallway, when I stopped and asked my dad, "Do you want us to go to my room or should we just do it here on the couch so you can watch?" My dad looked up and said, "What?!?" I said, "Robin wants to know why you knock, but never wait for an answer before you open the door. I told him maybe you like to watch."

Dad laughed and said, "After that first time I caught you two in the bathroom, seeing Robin's face I had to run to my bedroom where I laughed so hard I cried. Now I just do to see his reaction. I'll stop doing that, but if you want to screw on the couch, go right ahead." I took Robin back to my bedroom and closed the door. We took him back to his host family on Sunday afternoon. I think we used up a whole box of condoms that one weekend.

After school on Monday I walked into Dad's study, took off my shirt and bra, swiveled his chair around and start to kneel down again. He stopped me and pulled me onto his lap. He put his hand on my breast and kissed me deeply. Then he looked in my eyes and said sternly, "No more blowjobs. I can't stand hiding anything from your mother. That is never going to happen again." I said OK. Then he laughed and said, "And quit teasing me. You are going to give me a heart attack." But he still had his hand on my breast. I kissed him again and said. "OK, I'll try." He pushed me off his lap, slapped my bottom and said, "Get out of here and put some clothes on. I have to get some work done."

A few days after school was out Robin had to go back to England. The day before he left he spent the whole day at our house, mostly in my bedroom. Mom had already told me that he should spend his last evening with his host family, so Dad and I drove him to their house before Mom got home. On the way back to our house I cried like a baby. That was the list time I saw Robin. We wrote a lot of letters during the summer, but when school started in the fall we wrote less and less. Finally, we were both dating other people and the letters stopped.

I didn't stop teasing Dad. But I learned what he liked and what he didn't. If I flashed him when Mom was home, he frowned. But if I flashed him when Mom was gone, he smiled. Once I tried to let him watch me pee again when we were hiking. He just frowned and turned back around.

Some time (months?) later I went into his study to ask him about something in a book. I put the book on his desk and sat on his lap with my back to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist while we talked about the book. I took one of his hands and put it down on my crotch. He moved both hands up and started massaging my breasts. When we finished talking about the book I turned and asked him, "Why my breasts, but not my pussy?" He said, "I like your little tits," (I'm an A cup) "but your pussy belongs to your husband. You can loan it out as much as you want before you get married, but it still belongs to him." I asked him, "Isn't that kind of sexist? Does a man's dick belong to his wife?" He said, "Absolutely, my dick belongs to your mother. If you want a taste, you will have to ask her." "But what about my tits," I asked. "Don't they also belong to my husband?" Dad said, "Oh no, everybody has breasts. Why should a woman's breasts be any more hidden than a man's. The fact that yours are so beautiful is just an accident of nature." He squeezed my breasts some more. Then I asked, "But why don't you like look at my pussy?" He got all serious and said, "Because I can't stand to look at something so beautiful, that I know I will never have." I turned and kissed him, then went to my room to masturbate.

I kept teasing him all through high school and college. I only stopped when I got engaged during my final year.

The last time I did anything overtly sexual with my dad was one time a few months after my second girl was born. I liked having babies because when I was nursing I could have my breasts exposed no matter who was around. One weekend Mom and Dad came to visit. They live about 4 hours away. My mom and my husband had taken our oldest daughter to a playground. Dad and I were at home with the baby. I was sitting on the couch nursing her, but she fell asleep soon after she started. I tried to wake her but she just went straight back to sleep. Dad was sitting across the room getting an eye full of my swollen breasts.

I asked him, "Dad, have you ever tasted breast milk?" He said, "Sure, When your mother was nursing you I tried it a number of times." I asked him if he liked it. He said it was delicious. I said, "Well come over here and have some." He said no, that wasn't necessary. I said, "Come on over here. She has fallen asleep and I am too full. Besides, it has been years since you have touched my tits. I promise I won't rape you." I laid Rachael down on the couch beside me and Dad came and sat on the other side. He leaned over and I cradled his head in my arms and put my nipple in his mouth. He sucked one breast dry, then the other. I could tell he had an erection, but I resisted the urge to touch it.

When he was finished I asked him if he wanted to see my pussy. He said no, he didn't. I said, "Have it your way." I picked up Rachael and carried her back to her room, then went to my room and closed the door. I lay down on the bed, shoved my hand down my pants, and had a screaming orgasm about 10 seconds later. I heard a gentle knock on the door, but it didn't open. Dad asked, "Are you OK?" I said, "I am now!"

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Well, that's it. I feel there should be some grand ending, but there isn't one. Mom died 4 years ago. Dad retired but still lives in the same house. He does come visit for a whole week sometimes. Rachael is 20 and is at university fairly close by. We see her some weekends. Elena is 22 and is in graduate school on the west coast. We only see her on holidays, but I think she is happy.

Jane