I stand up and hug her. “I want you to be who you are. You don’t have to hide anything with me.”
“I love you, Dad”
“I love you too.”
“Can we get back to dinner,” Sam asks.
“Sure.”
We sit back down, Sam still completely naked, and have dinner like the many times we have before. After a while I almost forget she is naked with a butt plug in her ass. Once in a while I glance at her body and one time she catches me. She just smiles.
“I am not going to be weirded out by you looking at me, just so you know. I don’t expect you to never look at me again.”
I just give an awkward half smile and don’t say anything.
“I’m not stupid. I am a naked girl sitting right next to a man, albeit my dad. I know you will look. It’s just how it is. I am not ashamed of my body and not embarrassed at all. I feel like I am in great shape and take care of myself. This is not for you. It’s for me.”
“That you are,” I say. Realizing how that may have sounded I follow up. “Not that it matters, but yes, I agree.”
“If you were naked I would look at you too.”
If I was naked I think to myself. Does she want me to be naked? Why is this arousing me more?
“Well, we can just leave that to you as it what’s you want. I very much like being clothed in front of my daughter.”
“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of either. You’re in great shape.”
“Well, thank you, but this is your thing, not mine.”
“Ok Dad. Just saying.”
After dinner we clear the table and bring the dishes to the kitchen. Sam will usually help me with clearing off plates, rinsing, or loading the dishwasher. Just this time she is doing it completely naked. I start to get aroused again. I am trying to not be, but then think to myself what am I going to do, never be aroused one time with my beautiful naked daughter walking around all the time? I will just let it happen. I will try to feel less guilt over time. After cleanup she asks if I want to watch a movie.
“Sure. Anything in mind?”
“You pick,” Sam says.
“I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”
Sam heads upstairs. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. I decide to look for and play The Hangover, a movie we both love and watch a lot.
Sam comes back down the stairs, still naked. Not sure why I was surprised. She sees The Hangover ready to go.
“Awesome! I haven’t seen this in a while. Good pick.”
It hits me. When we watch movies Sam will usually sit right next to me, and even most of the time have her head on my shoulder or get cuddled up next to me. I wonder to myself what will happen here. This time she sits on the other end of the sectional by herself, cross legged. I am both kind of relieved and somewhat sad. Does this mean things are going to change between us? Are we not going to be as close as we were because of this? I get a little sad thinking I will be a little more distant with my little girl.
I get up and turn off the lights. We start the movie. After a few minutes I catch her glace over at me. I just give a smile. After a few more minutes another look.
“Everything ok,” I ask her.
“Yeah. It’s just that usually when we watch a movie we cuddle up closer. I know we can’t do that anymore because I am naked and your daughter. Just makes me a little sad. I was hoping nothing would change.”
Before I say this next sentence I really think about it, and what it means. “It doesn’t have to.”
“Really,” she asks excitedly.
“Really. If you want to come sit next to me that would be ok. Why change our habits? You said you are not embarrassed and don’t feel like it’s a big deal. I can try to do the same.”
She immediately stands up, walks over, and sits down right next to me, shoulder to shoulder. She lays her head on my shoulder, looks up at me with her beautiful green eyes and smiles.
“Thanks Dad.”
“I love you Sam.”
“Love you too.”
After a while she starts shifting. “Is everything ok,” I ask.
“I’m just a little cold, but it’s fine.”
I notice her nipples are a lot harder than they were earlier. I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and cover us in it.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Wouldn’t want you to be cold.”
I realize this means I won’t get to look at her body, but also am partially relieved. It’s an odd feeling of disappointment and arousal. After a while of watching the movie I can swear I feel her moving a little bit. Probably just scratching an itch. It continues.
“Everything ok,” I ask.
“Yeah. Sorry, just had an itch.”
When she looks at me her face seems flusher than before. After a few minutes I notice it again, but this time not as much. Is she…touching herself under the blanket? This makes me hard as a rock. Luckily she is not near my lap and looking away from me. I shift to not make it as obvious. Is my daughter masturbating right next to me on this couch while leaning against me? I think to myself no way. Has to be something else or I am imagining it. After a while she lets out a sigh then what seems like a fake cough. Did she just orgasm and try to cover it up?
For the rest of the movie I am not even paying attention. I am just thinking about what happened, and all that happened earlier. I am in a complete daze. Is this what life will be like from now on? Is that ok? Is it ok if I think about my naked daughter masturbating and get turned on? After a while the movie ends and Sam says she’s tired and going to head to bed. We stand up and she gives me the biggest hug.