Showing Shelley

(Mff, inc, pedo)

Edited by Lance Vargas

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But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself so let me tell you how it started. My mom and dad used to be what you would call a very passionate couple. No, they never did "it" in front of me or anything, but they were always making out in the kitchen or the living room, heck, even in the dining room. He would always hug her from behind and nibble her ear or something like that. I would always pipe up and say something like "gross" or "get a room," but always in a teasing way. I loved to see them that way because I knew they really loved each other. Sometimes it got kind of graphic, a squeeze here or an obvious excitement there, but instead of making a scene about it I usually excused myself and went to my room. I can honestly say that I never thought about what would happen after I left. I knew what would happen, but I never dwelled on it. That would be gross, ok? Your own mom and dad? Yeah, gross.

Well, that was a few years ago, sad to say. Mom got a hysterectomy two years ago when she was only 38. She was a changed woman. Oh, her personality was exactly the same and our relationship didn't change, but dad didn't paw at her anymore and there was little hugging in the kitchen. Not that he didn't try, that's for sure! But mom was just never interested. She would shrug him off, or turn him down flat. Now she used to squeal "stop it" before, but it was in a teasing way. Now she really meant it. So dad kept his hands to himself. Kind of sad that at 42 your love life was over. Now that's what I would dwell on. My dad is a runner and keeps himself in great shape. He actually looks a lot younger than mom, even before she had the surgery. I thought he would let himself go, kind of like mom did, but he maintained his routine. Good for him!

OK, now for Shelley. Shelley Graham is my best friend in the whole world. She's 17, too, well in about eight months she will be. She's such a pretty blonde girl, exactly my size 'cause we share clothes a lot, so that makes her a 2. We sleep over at each other's house a lot, but more at mine because her mom works late sometimes. Her dad died when she was like around four, so it's just her and her mom.

We've been best friends since I was in third grade and she was in second. We rode the same bus then and lived just a block apart. We were sisters even though we were only children. My dad became her dad, too, kind of.

Her mom is very, very strict. You would think being a single mom with a powerful job at the biggest bank in town she would be a little more relaxed in letting Shelley grow up. But instead she put a lot of rules in place, and Shelley follows them to a "T." She's definitely what you would call a good girl. That's probably the only difference between us.

No, I'm not a bad girl, but I'm not one to follow stupid rules. My parents are very lax, except when it comes to the swimming pool. Then dad's like a dictator. But that's about it. Like I said, I'm really a good girl with a lot of freedom, and I'm very responsible with that freedom, too. I don't smoke, I only drank vodka once, yuck, and have only French-kissed boys. OK, I did feel John Trebill's penis once in his mom's Volvo. It was hard and scary, and I made him take me home. I'll admit I was very excited when it happened, but I got very afraid what might have happened next. So, like I said, I'm still a good girl.

But I guess with the way I act people think I've got some experience with boys and stuff. That's probably what started it all that afternoon in my room. Shelley and I were reading magazines one summer afternoon in my room. I was reading Glamour and Shelley found an old Cosmo in the stand in our TV room. I'm sure it was one of mom's from a long time ago, or something Aunt Terri left.

As she was reading she kept asking me questions about boys. Sometimes I didn't have a clue as to some of the answers (French tickler?) but I gave it my best guess, and it was usually a silly answer.

But then her questions started to stray from the magazine article and got personal. No, not personal about me, but about Dad! She asked how old he was, what's his favorite stuff like fruit or TV shows, and just general stuff. But then she started wondering about what did he sleep in? Is he a romantic? Does he like candlelight and stuff? Is he passionate?

I have to say that I was getting uncomfortable with the questions and kind of made a joke like "wow, you want to marry him? I think he's taken last time I checked." She didn't chuckle. Not once. I watched her flipping pages and asking questions, and that's when I knew she was doing more thinking than reading. At first, I thought she was reading a quiz or something, but she was really thinking up these things to ask.

"Shel, what do you have on your mind? Spill it, girl." I had to get serious with her.

She hemmed and hawed, but finally rolled over on her side and braced her head with her hand, elbow on the bed and kind of let it spill out.

"I think I'm scared of sex," she blurted out. " You know, I don't really know anything about it, and I don't have anybody that will teach me the right thing. This stupid magazine thinks I should already know what to do. But the fact is that I don't know the first thing about it! Actually, I only know half. My half. I know my vagina, and my g-thing or g-spot, and stuff like that. But I've never even seen a penis. Have you?"

"Well, yeah, duh!," I mocked her.

"I'm not talking Terry Billingham when you changed his diaper," she corrected.

"OK, then no, but I felt one," it blurted out without me even thinking.

"YOU DID!" she mock-whispered in a low voice quickly sitting up on the bed. "Who in the world, when?"

"You gotta promise you will never breathe this to a soul, or I'll tell about how you thought you had to circumcise your puppy," I knew that last one would get her because she really thought that a newborn male puppy had to be circumcised like little boys.

"Oh, I promise. I swear, I'll never tell anyone. Who did you feel up, and don't tell me it was a baby or I'll freak," she squealed.

"No it wasn't. And it's not at all what you think happened. It was John T in the Regency Square parking lot. We had gone to see 'The Doors,' and I felt like I was on fire. I even made the first move by leaning over the console and grabbing his head to kiss him. He tried to feel me up under my shirt but I stopped him by putting his hand in his lap. Then I started rubbing his hand while we were kissing and I just kinda rubbed his leg too. Except it wasn't just his leg I felt but a big old lump that just appeared there."

"What did it feel like? What did he say? What did he do? Did you see it? What did it look like?" Shel sounded like she was going to hyperventilate.

"No, I didn't see it. I pulled my hand back right away! It was hot was all I remembered. Hot and hard. I just broke off the kiss and sat back in my seat. Then I asked him to take me home. He didn't even say anything, just started the car and took me home," I got kind of teary eyed remembering.

"It that when you guys broke up?" she asked.

"No, not then, but we never talked about what happened, and it never happened again."

"See, I never felt one or touched one or seen one. I feel like such a prude or a baby. I never even seen a picture," she cried.

"Oh, they can't take pictures of guys, at least not when they're hard. It's against the law I think," I offered.

"I would just like to see one period; I don't care of it's hard or soft," she whined.

"Girl, if a guy shows you his thing there's only one thing on his mind. And if it's there for you to see you can believe that he's aiming to do something with it. So you just can't ask a guy to show you his thing. He's going to want to show you what he can do with it. Are you ready for that?" I asked her.

"No," she cried, "I don't want to do anything with it. I just want to know what it looks like so when I'm ready to do it I'll know what to do, or at least know what it might be able to do. Do you understand?" She sounded exasperated.

"Shelley, darling, I do understand, and I feel just like you do sometimes, but I am not going to ask a guy to see what his weenie looks like just so I'll know. I think I would like to see one, too, but not anybody I know. That's all you need is for some asshole at school to spread it around that you asked him to pull down his pants."

"I know, I know, Leese, and that's why I want to see somebody that I can trust. Somebody that would help and not expect me to put out. Somebody who could actually teach me about the facts of life and the parts of a man, but just teach. Somebody like your Dad."

There was like a red veil covering my eyes for a split second, because I know I got dizzy and felt like all the air had gotten sucked out of the room.

I literally screamed at her, "SHELLEY MARIE GRAHAM, you are out of your mind! How dare you even mention my Dad when talking about sex. That is just so wrong, and yucky, too. You are one twisted sister, thinking about an old man like that. How in the world did you ever get an idea like that? Do you have a crush on him or something?"

I was so mad I couldn't even think straight.

"Damn, Lisa," she looked at me in shock. "You don't have to go ballistic or anything. I didn't say I was going to fuck your Dad. I just said if I knew somebody sweet like him to just show me the facts of life. Not boink my brains out. You don't even realize that your Dad is not only one of the sweetest men in the whole wide world but he's sexy as hell. He's got a hard body and a killer smile. Don't tell me you never looked at him in the swimming pool like that."

"Hell, no," I shot back. "He's my Dad, for heaven's sakes. I can't look at him like that." But I was now, and she was right. I always loved being on my Dad's arm. At my 15th birthday he and I went out to eat alone, and I made believe that everyone thought that he was dating a younger woman and I was seeing an older man. Yes, I finally confessed my fantasies, but I never once thought to carry through or even had any sexual thoughts about him. And now my best friend just planted them in my head.

"You check out my Dad in the swimming pool?" I half-joked.

"Well... sometimes. I mean, I don't go swimming just to check him out, but when he's there and when he's wearing that tan suit, you... you can just kind of see the outline, you know?"

I threw my pillow at her. "SHEL! Stop it! That's gross!"

I thought she was joking. But her silence made me think she wasn't. She had been checking out my Dad. Gross!

"That's all I'm saying," she sighed as she returned to looking at her magazine and left me to stare off in space... thinking.

"But it's just not right, Shelley. He's a married man, and it's probably not even legal..."

"I said I didn't want to do anything with him, Lisa," she snipped. "I just said I think that somebody like him would be very understanding about the whole situation. And he would probably know just what to say and do. I mean, would it be even a death sentence if somebody just asked him?"

Ask him? Ask him what? To expose himself to Shelley? To do a striptease or teach a class or both? I had no idea or intention of asking him to do anything like that.

"I just don't think it's even a good idea to even talk to him about it." And I bounced back into my bed and let the matter die.

After about ten minutes of dreadful silence Shelley slammed her magazine shut and said "I'm going home now. I'll call you later. Bye." And she walked quickly out of my room.

Now I felt bad, like I hurt her feelings or belittled her feelings. I really didn't mean to do it, but now I couldn't get my mind off of what she was saying. I knew what she wanted to accomplish, and I honestly didn't have an answer for her. And I wasn't going to ask my own father for help.

It was hard going to sleep that evening. Even after she and I talked on the phone, never mentioning the subject once, it was all I could think about - helping Shelley, asking Daddy. How could I help her? What would I ask him? I even pictured in my mind my Daddy pulling down his pants in front of her. It was horrible.

I should have called to cancel swimming lessons the next day because I didn't have my mind on training the little kids. So I was happy when the last one left at noon. Daddy allowed me to make some extra money by teaching lessons in our pool. I was saving up for a car, and he knew I was very serious, so cancelling the lessons would have certainly made him start asking questions, and I don't think I could give him a straight answer. Or even scarier maybe I would tell him the truth.

"Hey ya," Shelley intoned as she walked through the front door after one knock.

"Hey ya," I answered from the kitchen where I was putting up the last of the peanut butter fixings.

"Want some?" I offered the jar before putting it into the cabinet.

"I'm good," she said taking a barstool at the counter. "Oh hey, Mr. T."

"I pity the fool..." I heard behind me and was somewhat startled.

"Daddy," I piped, "what are you doing here?" I asked for no reason. Daddy's a real estate broker, and Mom's one of the agents. He sometime passes by the house when he's arranging a caravan or showing or something. That lame line he uses from the A-Team never gets old to him. I never saw the show but he claims it's a classic.

"Hey Sweet Buns," he breezed through the kitchen, "just getting some juice before heading back out."

He always called me sweet buns when I'm in my Speedos because my butt cheeks pooch out. He used to slap them when I was younger, but he quit doing that a couple of years ago. I saw him grab a glass and head to the fridge. I just stared as he poured himself a glass of OJ and drink it down. Shelley was right. He is a very handsome man.

That's when I saw her doing the very same thing: staring at my Dad!

"Shelley, you're drooling," I whispered teasingly.

"What? Huh?" she mindlessly looked back at me.

"You want me to ask him, huh?" I whispered back.

"Ask him what?" she stared at me with a puzzled look. "Oh that!" she brightened. Then she sighed "yeah."

"Don't be silly," I said. "Let's go."

And we went into my room where I changed out of my suit. Shelley and I were never shy around each other having basically grown up together. But for some reason, today I felt a little self-conscious getting undressed with her there. But I didn't let on and quickly got into my shorts and a t-shirt.

"You been thinking about Daddy a lot," I asked kind of off the cuff.

"No, not really, why?" she replied as if not having a clue about what I was saying.

"Because of yesterday. When you said all that about him. Do you still want to see him without clothes?" I asked.

"Shel, I think you're the one obsessed. Yeah, I would want to see him, but only if he would show me what stuff really means, and not just to do me or anything," she sniped.

I felt kind of angry when she said "do me" like she wanted to have an affair with my own Dad. But I realized that she was honestly asking for help. And I think that's when I made up my mind I was going to help her. She didn't have a father who she could rely on, but then I thought that I wouldn't ask my father about such things anyway. But maybe she doesn't know that. Maybe what she's asking is a good thing. In fact, right then and there I agreed that it was a good thing. Something that has to happen to help Shelley with her problem. Who knows, it could help a lot of people.

Now, the trick was, how to ask.

I didn't do it the next day, or the next. But Thursday evening Daddy was watching TV in the den and Mom was reading in her room. They rarely ever spent the evening together any more, and I felt sad about that. But that's when a most brilliant idea hit me! Maybe connecting Shelley and Daddy together would help them both! Shelley would learn what she needed to learn and Daddy would learn that he's still a very desirable man, despite what Mom feels. This might be even better for him than Shelley. It would give him a big ego boost for sure. Oh, now I was determined. I was on a mission; this was a win-win situation; it was impossible to fail.

"WHAT?" boomed across the house as my father literally bounced out of his chair to face me on the sofa. "You want me to do what now, exactly?" He stared at me with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Well," I reasoned "I mean, in ancient cultures it was kind of common, you know, and like in other cultures the father would... um.. deflower the daughter... or young girls before the wedding..."

"This is 1991 and far from ancient times, Lisa. And our culture has very strict laws about such things. Who in the world would put an idea like that in your head? Sometimes I wonder about you and I get very concerned!"

Dad was angry. Very angry. I felt like a little mouse about to get stepped on as I cowered in front of him. I thought he was going to smack me with his hand.

"Shelley and I were talking the other day," I continued, "and she thought up the idea. I'm sorry it made you angry, Daddy. I really didn't think it was a terrible idea." I was almost crying.

Daddy saw my teary eyes and gently sat down beside me holding my hand.

"Darling, listen. Look at me," he took my chin in his hands. "It IS a terrible idea. And it's illegal. For a grown man to expose himself to an underage child, well, I could be thrown in jail for a long time. It's called indecent exposure or even statutory rape. It's also very unhealthy for the child, too. Listen, Darling. I know you meant well, but if you're a good friend to Shelley then you have to convince her that this is not right. There will be a time when every young woman meets her intended. The most beautiful thing about a relationship is when you learn these things together. Do you understand this, Lisa?"

He looked straight into my eyes with all seriousness.

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded my head meekly. I still thought my idea was perfect, but it was perfectly clear that it wasn't going to see the light of day. My Dad had seen to that.

Or so I thought.

Shelley and I never mentioned it again to each other the next day. She came over after lessons like normal. We bummed around the house for a bit. Since Mom was home for the afternoon I asked if I could drive to the mall. Shelley was babysitting that evening and wanted to get some magazines. The Perkins baby was seven-months and would be sleeping most of the time. So Shelley wanted something to do.

Cruising the magazine racks at Waldenbooks was always a kick. We'd point out the sexy covers like Muscle or whatever, and say how one day our boobs would be that big and we'd get a hunk like that. And then we'd both scream "Ugh" and stick our tongues out. Truthfully, neither of us wanted huge jugs, just something bigger than now, and we sure didn't want a muscle man.

Then I did something brave that day and went over to the naughty section where I found a Playgirl magazine. I whispered for Shel to come see. She saw a man's penis for the very first time that day. Truthfully, it was my first real penis, too. Well, as real as I'll get, I'm sure. It just kind of lay over on the guy's leg. He was a hunk, and to tell you the truth, I was more interested in his legs and butt than his penis. But at least I was satisfied that I finally saw one.

We hurriedly put the magazine back in case someone caught us. I was about to say something to Shelley about her quest was over, but we never talked about it again.

"You put gas in the car," my father asked as I walked into the kitchen from the garage. He wasn't even looking in my direction, so I knew he wasn't serious.

"No, you didn't leave money for gas," I quipped, knowing this would get him started.

"What? Since when..." he turned and saw me smiling and then he smiled back.

"Need help with dinner?" I asked, not really wanting to offer but since I was already there.

"Nope, lasagna's in the oven. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes." He sounded in control, right where he loves to be.

I began to set the table while Dad was chopping salad stuff.

"Lisa, about what Shelley asked yesterday..." he rested his arms on the counter across from me demanding my attention. "I was serious when I said how much trouble we could be in... I mean legal trouble. You know?"

I stopped what I was doing and stood there with napkins in my hand. I nodded my head meekly.

He continued, "and it could be very damaging to her psyche if she were not prepared. Even if this were done in a very academic environment, with all of the best intentions, things could still go very wrong... very, very wrong. Do you understand?"

Again I nodded, but inwardly I was getting a little excited because he sounded like he had been thinking about it. So maybe part of my plan would work after all. At least he knew he was attractive to a young girl. So even if Shelley didn't get her wish, Dad got an ego stroke.

"I'm not saying it would be the end of the world or even be devastating, but it's just not the right thing to do. Maybe, if every condition were just perfect it could be a good thing.. a healthy thing, even. But things would have to be perfect. And there's just no way to guarantee that. I'm not trying to be mean, or dismiss her wanting to learn, but there are better ways and better times. OK?"

"It's OK, Daddy. I know what you're saying, and you're right. I know it's impossible, and I'm sorry I even..."

"No, I didn't say it was impossible. Just not very probable." He interrupted. "And don't be sorry you asked. You'll never learn if you don't ask. And I shouldn't have bitten your head off when you did ask." And he finished with the salad bowls and went off to do something else.

My outlook started to brighten up a bit. Is Daddy softening up? Could the show be a go?

"Hey ya, what's up? Why the phone call?" Shelley asked almost bursting through the front door later that evening.

"Hey ya, come on, I gotta something to tell you," I answered leading her to my room.

I shut the bedroom door and swung around placing both hands in front of me, palms up and said, "I think Daddy is getting the picture. I think if I let him think about it some more that he might do it."

"Do what," Shelley asked with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"SHEL! Do that thing you talked about the other day, you know, real sex education!" I yelped.

"NO WAY! NO WAY!," Shelley bounced from the bed grabbing my arms. "Your Dad would never... I mean there's no way he would do that. I didn't think he would do that! I mean, I don't know if I would have even said anything out loud if I knew that he even might..." Shelley was breathless.

"Now wait, Dearie," I stopped her. "I didn't say he would, I said he might. So don't get your hopes up."

But I could tell that I lost her. She was staring at the ceiling daydreaming; daydreaming about what I don't think I really wanted to know.

Now, how can I push Daddy over the edge? The answer came the next evening and without a single push.

"Lisa?" I heard my father call from the other side of my bedroom door after dinner.

"Come in, Daddy, it's open," I sang out for him.

He opened the door slowly and peaked around finally kind of slowly coming into the room with an almost apologetic look on his face. He slowly closed the door behind him and stood in front with one hand on the doorknob behind him.

"Lisa, if I were to do what Shelley asked me to do...," he began.

I looked at him with my head cocked somewhat sideways and a questioning look in my eyes as if I didn't understand what he was talking about.

"You know," he continued "the, uh, lessons... er life lesson... about men...."

"Oh yeah, yes, uh huh," I shook my head in recognition.

"Well," he stuttered "if I would do that there would have to be some very strict rules."

"Like what?" I asked meekly.

He grew sterner. "Like absolutely no touching. All clothes stay on, except for well... and, uh, this must be strictly confidential. Not a word to be breathed at school or to any parent, oh my, what am I saying..."

He was losing resolve, so I had to act fast. I jumped up and stood in front of him.

"No, Daddy, I completely understand, and so does Shel. This is strictly educational and for just for learning."

"And, Lisa. While emotions and, uh, desires can be quite high, involuntary actions cannot be avoided, so ...."

"Nature takes its course?" I added.

"What?" he stumbled. "Oh, uh yes nature, well, I mean natural reactions and such are part of the teaching process, and this has to be as realistic as possible."

I just now realized that Daddy was going to do it. He was going to expose himself to Shelley! He was going to show her what a penis looked like and explain it to her. But then I thought about what I would do. I mean, where would I be? Would I be in the room with them? Would I have to see? Did I want to see? Everything inside me screamed YES, but I didn't know how that would work with Daddy.

As if he read my mind he asked, "Will Shelley and I be alone or will you be in the room?"

YES! YES! YES! I screamed in my mind, but I responded "I don't know. Should I be? Just so you two are not alone? I mean, I guess I should, but what do you think?"

He shuffled a foot, "I think you should probably be there, too. As a safeguard."

Holy shit! My mind was reeling now! The good news was that I was going to see a real live penis, but the bad news is that it is my Dad's.

"When do you want to do this?" I asked.

"The sooner the better," he responded. "I'm already taking tomorrow afternoon off. If your mother's not home we can come here in your room and get it over with."

He made is sound like a medical procedure he was dreading.

Mom! How can I get Mom out of the house for a couple of hours? Oh yeah, I had a plan.

"Shelley, you gotta come over.. NOW!" I whispered into the phone.

"Lisa, it's after 9 o'clock. Mom's would kill me if she came home and found I was out after nine," Shel whined into the phone.

"Well I'm coming over there! We have to talk. It's big!" I tried to make it as dramatic as I could.

I was at her front door in 20 seconds.

"Hey ya," I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom.

"Are you going crazy?" Shelley looked at me with a pissed off expression.

"Yeah, you might go crazy when I tell you!" And I related the conversation with Dad just a few minutes before. She was speechless! She got so wired up that she became scared. Really scared. The reality of the situation was almost overpowering, and Shelley wanted to back out.

I had to give her a pep talk, and that boosted her confidence. But when I told her that I would be in the room she became a bit peeved.

"Why do you have to be in here, too," she sniped.

"Because he told me to," I quipped. "It's kind of a safeguard thing, but it's strictly between you two. Anyway, I think it will be a very interesting lesson for both of us. A good shared experience."

And I told her my plan for the afternoon. She agreed and left quickly.

I'm sure she got as much sleep that evening as I did. When I heard the coffee cups clicking in the kitchen I pulled on my robe and stumbled in.

Dad had already left for the office and Mom was finishing her bagel with a cup of coffee. I warmed up a bun and sat with her as she read the paper.

"Mom," I started, "Shelley and I wanted to go swimming this afternoon and wanted to know If you would be home and maybe come in the pool with us."

I stared and waited for the inevitable response.

"No Dear," she answered, not even looking up from her paper, "Your father will be home this afternoon, so maybe you can ask him then. I've got five showings with a client this afternoon so I won't be back till dinner. Your Dad is making his pork chops."

I watched her fold the paper and put her dishes in the dishwasher. Yep, my plan worked perfectly.

Well, I guess Shelley slept in this morning because I thought she would have been over by now. So I took the time to clean and straighten my room.

Both Mom and Dad came home for lunch. Mom ate her Lean Cuisine at the table and Dad had a sandwich over the sink. I came into the kitchen in my swimsuit and cover-up, and in front of Mom I asked, "Dad, if you're going to be home this afternoon can Shelley and I go swimming?"

"Yeah, sure," he said between bites.

"Wanna come in with us?" I sang.

"Maybe. Gotta see if I got clean trunks," he muffled into his sandwich.

"Your tan ones are in the dresser," Mom reminded him. Thanks, Mom! Now I got those tan trunks on my mind.

"OK, I'm out of here. Remember, I'm bringing Davis to look at those five houses. I probably won't be back before 5:30, so page me if you want me to pick up something on the way home," Mom said to Dad as she walked out the door.

Dad looked at me and asked, "When is Shelley coming over?"

"I'll call her and she can be over in a bit," I answered.

"OK, let's meet at two," Dad said nervously and went to his room.

I started getting this twisted feeling in my stomach now. All these grand plans and fantasy ideas, and now they're about to be real in less than an hour! I didn't think I would make it that far, and thought I might barf.

"Hey ya!" Shelley bounced in through the front door at that instance and my heart lept.

"Hey ya, Girl," I swung around to tell her hi. "You did your hair?" I asked incredulously. "And you put on makeup? What do you think you're going to do, Shel?"

I had to admit, she looked fantastic! Like she was five years older. But what was the point? What was she trying to prove?

"I just wanted to look good for your Dad, Lees," she replied. "This IS kind of a special occasion, right? And your Dad's really going the limit for me, so the least I could do was look decent."

I didn't have an argument, but it looked as if she were going to the prom or something.

We went into my room to prepare and talk things out about what was going to happen.

Shelley sat on my bed, and that's when I saw them! The front of her cover-up came open a bit, and let's just say, I was quite surprised.

"YOU GOT BOOBS? Shelley, how did you get those boobs, Girl?" I couldn't believe my eyes, but she had a killer cleavage going on, and I think it's something I would have noticed before, like yesterday.

"It's a push-up," she calmly replied. "See it squeezes them from the bottom." She opened her robe to show me how it worked.

"But you're still a B?" I asked.

"Yes, silly, it doesn't change anything. But it makes them look like a C, don't you think?" She stood, admiring herself in my full-length.

"Do you think it would do the same for mine?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said. "Wanna try it on?"

I unsnapped my top as she did hers and she handed it over. It certainly was a snug fit, but it made my chest look every bit as big. Boy, I have to get one of these.

"When did you get it?"

"Just this morning. I told Mom I needed a new suit, so Aunt Grace took me to Ronnie's."

I was so jealous. I wanted these boobs and was trying to figure out how I could get Mom to spring for a new suit.

Just at that moment my bedroom door flung open and my Dad popped his head in saying "Did I hear Shelley already?"

But when he looked in the room and saw Shelley sitting on my bed, topless, and me cupping my breasts under the new push-up top, his face turned bright red and he tried to stammer some sort of apology.

"Oh, uh, sorry, girls, I didn't know you were dressing, I'm sorry..." he quickly left leaving the door a bit open.

I popped the top off of me handing it to Shelley as I grabbed mine from the bed.

"We gotta get dressed, here put it on." And I ran for the door yanking my top on calling for Dad.

"Daddy, it's ok. We're finished, you can come in," I hollered into the hall.

The first thing I noticed when Daddy walked into the room was that he was wearing his denim robe. The second thing I noticed almost immediately was that it was sticking out in the front like a tent. I assumed that Daddy was excited about what he saw just a few seconds earlier.

"Why are you girls in your swimsuits?" he asked kind of dumbfounded as he stared at Shelley's cleavage.

"We were supposed to be going swimming, remember?" I told him.

"Oh yes, well, ok, so are you... uh... ready?" he swallowed.

Shelley just shook her head up and down and she sat on the edge of my bed near the door. I sat back in bed up on the headboard to sort of stay out of the way. I could see everything just as good from where I was, but I wanted Shel to have front row seats, although I would have traded with her in a heartbeat.

I think I could speak for both Shel and myself when I said that our hearts were beating a mile a minute looking at the protrusion in front of his robe. I was so intent on keeping my eyes pasted right there that I didn't even notice when Daddy asked if she was ready.

"Uh huh," was all I heard from Shelley.

Without any ceremony Dad untied his robe and opened it up letting it drop from his shoulders to the floor. I don't know if I expected him to do a striptease or something, or at least have more than one article of clothing to remove, but the sudden apparition of his penis made my head swoon.

Two things surprised me: one, he had a huge erection that looked like it was throbbing, and two, it was red and purple on the end. Oh, and it was really huge. That Playgirl picture did not prepare either of us for what we were now seeing.

I looked at this long appendage kind of bouncing before us and followed it to the patch of hair surrounding it. I saw the trail of hair leading up over his stomach to his chest and up to my Dad's face. He kept his eyes away from me but watched Shelley's face as she stared in awe.

"I didn't know it was so big and long," Shelley's voice broke the stifling silence in the room. "I thought they were like a finger or something. And I thought they were softer."

She never took her eyes off of his shaft. Daddy stepped out of his robe on the floor and walked a little closer to Shelley. He penis wagged and bounced as he moved. My stomach bounced with it.

He put his hand on the base of his thing and like a teacher began to explain to Shelley. I learned along with her.

"Uh, this is what a penis looks like," he began. I wanted to giggle at the obvious, but I didn't want to get him upset or stop the lesson.

"This part here is called a glans. This is the shaft, and here are ..."

"The testes?" interrupted Shelley.

"Yes, well, they're called testicles, actually. It's where sperm is produced." He continued.

"And it comes out here?" Shelley pointed to a little hole, really kind of a slit in the top. She almost touched it and I almost cried out, but she didn't.

"Yes, the sperm comes out here, but it's really semen. It's a fluid that has sperm in it. And it flows through the urethra."

"Can I see your testes again?" Shelley asked.

Daddy pushed his penis straight up so that we both got a good view of the sack holding his balls. They were huge and hairy, too. I looked at his stiff penis sticking straight up pointing to his chest. It went past his belly button, and that's when I thought about him putting that thing in Mom's vagina. I began to get a twitch in my vagina just thinking about it. I didn't know if that would be a pleasant sensation at all, and was beginning to wonder if I would ever have sex. I mean, it was a wide around as my wrist, and I know I'd have a lot of growing to do before I was ready for something that size. But still I felt that itch down there and I wanted desperately to scratch. Instead I just watched.

"Is it hard a lot?" Shelley continued questioning.

"Well, no, not a lot. I mean not now. When I was younger I would have more frequent erections... uh, getting hard. But now not as much. Only when it's excited..." he stopped short realizing that he probably shouldn't have gone there.

"Like excited how?" I blurted, not meaning to join in the conversation, but I just had to know.

"Well," he searched for words, "I didn't think you girls would be dressed like you are, and like I said, natural reactions occur and you can't prevent them. Sometimes sights, sounds and even smells arouse a male and he achieves an erection. Looking at pretty girls, like yourselves, can even make old men like me excited."

"So it's like a muscle that gets hard?"

"No, actually, it's just a big sponge that fills with blood. It fills with so much blood that it becomes hard like this."

"Oh, that's why it's red and purple, huh? Can you make him soft?" Shelley asked innocently.

Daddy chuckled, "No, I don't think that's going to happen right now. I'm in kind of a strange situation here and it's got me pretty much excited." He let his penis drop and it bounced up and down and pointed straight out. I heard Shelley giggle and I wanted to as well.

Hearing her giggle must have made it bounce even more, and I couldn't help myself so I giggled, too. I could see it start to throb. I sort of felt sorry for Daddy standing there, completely exposed, putting on a show for these two kids, who knew no more about sex than before.

So Shelley asked, "How do you have sex?"

The question was pretty damn straightforward, but it seemed like the proper atmosphere for it.

Daddy was flustered and working hard to keep his exposure.

"Well, a woman becomes excited, you see, and she experiences something similar to an erection in that the blood flows around her vagina and it swells a bit. Then she produces lubrication which helps the penis penetrate the vagina. So the man inserts his erection into the woman and they have intercourse. Then the man will ejaculate his semen into the woman."

It all sounded so clinical, so Shelley asked, "How long does it take?"

"How long does what take?" Dad replied.

"Sex. How long does it take to have sex?"

"Well, it's not really a matter of time. It's an experience. When two people are in love they share this wonderful experience with each other so it could last for very long, or it could be very short, especially if you're not experienced. Your first time might be over very quickly. But you'll learn to make it last with the right partner.

I think we were both getting over the novelty of having our first penis displayed in front of us, so Shelley's questioning became bolder.

"I know sperm makes babies, but how do you keep from having babies after sex?"

I knew that Shelley knew the answer to that. We learned that in freshman health. But I guess she wanted to hear the truth from Daddy. Actually, I did, too. Our health teacher was such a joke that we really didn't learn a heck of a whole lot in the class anyway.

"Well, there's all kind of birth control from withdrawing the penis before ejaculation to having surgery to remove reproductive organs. Withdrawal never works, condoms are sometimes just as bad, but there's medicine that will prevent sperm from penetrating the egg. That's pretty effective."

"Birth control pills?" Shelley asked.

"Yes, that's the most common method."

"And rubbers don't work?" I winced when I heard her say 'rubbers' and wondered what Dad would say.

"Right, rubbers used to be the only thing, but they can break or leak, and then you have all that semen to worry about getting rid of."

"How much comes out?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know. I never measured, but sometimes there's a lot, and sometimes not."

"Can you show us some?"

"NO! I mean, no I can't make it come out on command. The male has to be almost overexcited to ejaculate."

"But you can ejaculate without putting it inside of a girl, right?"

"Oh yes, a man can stimulate himself with his hand or other things and make himself cum, I mean, ejaculate."

It was strange to hear Daddy say cum. I hear the boys say that in school all the time. I hear what they call things like dick, cock, balls, and stuff, and cumming in a pussy, or with a blow job....

"And sometimes a man and woman don't have penetration or vaginal penetration. There are other ways to pleasure each other; there's oral sex and anal sex. But both of those are kind of extreme sex acts."

"Can I touch yours?"

The silence was deafening. Dad looked at me then at Shel, and I yelled "NO! He said there was to be no toucing."

"It's OK, Lisa," I heard Dad say. "It is a part of learning, but just touch gently, ok? And just right here," he pointed to the top of his shaft.

At that very moment I had a hundred things running through my mind. I wanted to touch it, too, but I didn't want to touch my Dad's. I didn't want to touch anyone else's either except for my Dad's. I also felt sad that Shelley's Dad wasn't living anymore because I could have touched his. I thought how lucky she was to touch my Dad's penis, but I wasn't going to.

She reached out and placed two fingers along the top of his stiff penis and gently glided them back and forth. Dad shuddered a bit and tried to remain still, but he kept bending at his knees. I could have sworn that his penis had gotten larger, but I think it was just Shel's small hand next to it that made it look bigger.

She started to rub near his head, and I heard Dad kind of hum and catch his breath.

She moved her finger on the underside and said "It feels kind of soft and hard at the same time. There's something coming out. Is that water?"

Through gritted teeth I heard Dad say, "No, that's a lubricant, too. The man can produce a lubricant that aids in penetration...."

I think Dad really wanted to stop her, but he could barely move and his speech was shaky. His lips were kind of trembling.

Then Shelley did a no-no. Completely disobeying Daddy, she wrapped her other hand underneath Daddy's penis just below the head and squeezed it gently.

Daddy groaned, "uh, Shelley, oh..."

She ignored him and then began to pull back on the skin. I saw it first, a small white blob appeared briefly at the slit and then blew forward in almost a stream! Daddy groaned real loud and said "oh shit!"

Shelley let him go almost immediately as that first white stream hit her on her shoulder and she screamed as if she had been hit by a bullet!

Daddy quickly placed one hand in front of his penis head and grabbed the shaft with the other. The white stuff shot into his hand as he cupped it in front. I saw him jerk the other hand back and forth and more kept shooting out. He was moaning and groaning and almost falling over. He was bent forward at the knees, and I couldn't see everything that was going on, but Shelley got a better view than me.

"Oh, girls, I am so sorry that this happened, so sorry," he began to apologize. "I didn't not mean for this to happen, this was the last thing I wanted to have happen in front of you. I'm so sorry, let me go get something to clean you up and clean up this mess."

More sperm spilled from his penis as he was talking. I could barely hear what he was saying I was so stunned; no, I was so shocked! I could not believe that my father actually ejaculated in front of us. Even though I was so shocked I was so turned on I didn't want to say a word because I knew I was going to say something that I would regret for the rest of my life.

Shelley was giggling up a storm and shaking her hand with her fingers wide apart trying to get the sperm off. I just watched Daddy's penis still kind of hard and swinging around like crazy while he was grabbing for his robe to wipe sperm off my bed, Shelley's shoulder and her hand. Man, there was sperm everywhere and the smell was not really bad, but it smelled sexy, kinda musky.

"It's OK, Mr. T. I'm all right. Don't worry about it, it's my fault. I wasn't supposed to touch," Shelley babbled as she pretended to look around her but actually keeping her eyes on Daddy's shaft the whole time. I know because I was watching, too.

"OK, I'm gonna... go wash up," Daddy loosely wrapped his messy robe around him and started to leave.

"Wait!" shouted Shelley.

I jerked my head up and looked at her wide-eyed. What could she possibly want, I wondered.

"I want to see what it looks like not hard," Shelley said boldly.

"Well, it's not really soft and it's... it's kind of sticky," Daddy sort of laughed.

But he opened his robe wide and thrust it forward. I think he was finally getting comfortable.

It wasn't soft, but it wasn't sticking straight out either. It was kind of half hard, but the part of the head that I could see poking out of the skin was wet and shiny.

"Do your testes get smaller, too? I mean now that they're empty," Shelley asked.

Daddy laughed out loud. Yep, he was more comfortable and more in the dad-mode.

"No, they don't get smaller, and they're really not empty." He held his penis up to show us his sack again. If anything it looked like his balls were lower than before. I guess they relaxed or something.

"What happened to the glans?" Shel wondered.

"Oh, it's still here. It's just kinda covered," Dad explained.

And then he did an amazing thing. He pulled back the skin and the head poked out again. It was kind of funny, like a turtle or something. I didn't know they hid like that, but then, this was the first real kinda soft penis I had ever seen. Especially the first in real life.

"Well," he kind of chuckled, "I guess you got more of a lesson than I intended, and probably more than you wanted to know or see."

"No," Shelley commented, "it was good to see it. I mean REALLY good! But why was it so hot? I mean, when it touched my shoulder the sperm was hot."

"It's not really hot, just body temperature. I'm sorry some got on you. Again, I'm so sorry," Daddy said in all earnest.

"Mr. T, stop saying you're sorry. It's fine. I'm glad you did," Shelly smiled.

Dad smiled back.

When there was total silence in the room, Dad became uncomfortable again.

"Well, I gotta go shower. You guys OK?" Dad looked at us with a Daddy look. It looked so out of place because his robe was still open and his penis was drooping lower and lower.

"Yeah, I'm ok, Daddy," I replied.

He grabbed the front of his robe and walked out the door closing it slowly behind him.

"OH... MY... GOD!!!" Shelley breathed hoarsely. She had both arms pushed down on the bed beneath her crotch and she squeezed her legs together. "Can you believe that? Can you even believe that?"

"That was kind of embarrassing. I felt sorry for Daddy. He really didn't mean to do that, you know."

"I know that! But I'm so glad he did. That was awesome! I didn't even do anything either. He just... went off! That was so cool! I wanna do that again!"

She was so excited I thought she would blow up.

"I don't think he would ever do that again. I mean, not in front of us." I offered.

"So, does he really put that in your Mom and shoots into her like that?" she wondered.

"SHELLEY!!!" I screamed. "You're talking about my MOM and DAD! For heavens sakes! I don't want to think about something like that... But yeah, I guess he does."

"Ooooooo" Shelley squeezed her legs together tighter "I wonder what it feels like? It's got to hurt, I mean, it's so big. And I wonder what that stuff feels like coming out inside of you. It was really hot, you know, when it hit my shoulder."

Now I was beginning to get jealous again because Shelley had not only got to feel my Dad's penis, but she got to feel his sperm too. I really, really wanted to touch it. I really wanted him to show it to me, and only me. But I realize this was probably the right way to do it.

Shelley and I went swimming later. Daddy did not come with us. But after we dried off and changed we went into the kitchen where he was making pork chops. And he was whistling! In fact, he looked happy as a clam, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened.

"Shelley, are you staying for dinner?" he glanced over at her sitting at the bar.

I was kind of shocked that he acted so... so normal.

"Sure, Mr. T. I love it when you cook," Shel piped back.

Even she was acting normal too! Was I the only crazy one? Was I the only one affected by what happened this afternoon?

Nope. Shelley elbowed me and nodded toward Daddy's crotch. I guess I never really noticed before, but the old tan trunks he was wearing really outlined his bulge. And he was hard. We both giggled.

"Something funny?" he asked not really looking at us.

"Nope, just girl stuff," I answered.

Shelley spent the night, and we were lying in bed in the dark just talking about stuff, boys mostly. Not really about sex or anything that had happened earlier, just about relationships and stuff. Suddenly Shelley shushed me, and we lay real still.

"What's that noise?" she whispered.

I listened closely and could hear a heavy thump, thump, thump echoing through the walls. I had only heard it a few times before and only guessed at what it was then. Now I knew. Mom and Dad were having sex! And they sure were noisy!

"Well, I guess Daddy was right," I said. "They really weren't empty, huh?"

And we giggled for the rest of the evening until we fell asleep.

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� 2015 by Lance Vargas. Notes were taken from a diary found in 1994 and transcribed by L. Vargas.

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READERS' COMMENTS

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I like taboo stories. Showing Shelley was amazing! Thanks for sharing your stories!!

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This has got to be one of the hottest stories I have read.For a story without any real sex in it I found it superb.congrat,s and thanks.Boobster

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Diferent. Exceptionally well written very nice reading. I shall have to check more of your writings

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Hi Lance - I really enjoyed Showing Shelley - it reminded me of the fun I used to have with my sister and her friends when they came for a sleepover. As the younger sister (I was 11 at the time) I was always considered 'too young' to join in their fun but once I showed them what I knew (learned from one of MY friends) they were all very eager to include me. We never had the chance to see a real live adult but we did have fun experimenting and exploring each other's bodies. I'm looking forward to reading more of your stories.
Love
Kathryn xx

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Very good story. My oldest daughter was seduced when she was twelve, and she taught the other children. Nothing like this came up in my life, and I have no idea how I would have handled it if it had.

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I enjoyed it very much. I do hope you do a follow up. like Shelley asks him to show her what sex is like

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