We were in a restaurant having a family night, Charlotte was sitting opposite me at the table, the boys were keeping themselves occupied, Pearl was texting a friend. I looked up and into my daughter’s face. She locked her eyes on mine and I felt a shock of electricity shiver down my spine and settle in my loins; I could read her thoughts. It struck me right in the balls; she had invited the intimacy, made her wishes clear, but now it was up to me to take the lead, after all, I was her father, it is natural that I teach her; she challenged me to action with her eyes. I knew in that one glance, whatever happened, it was up to me, she wouldn’t be the aggressor. My daughter saw that her unspoken message had been received, she smiled softly, her eyes flickered, then she looked away to be sure her mother hadn’t seen the exchange. The sensual rush I felt was similar to the first plunge down a steep rollercoaster, my prick was swollen through dinner.
Once I understood how the game was to be played, I waited for an opportunity to get my daughter alone with her dildo. Days later Pearl was going to a baby shower; the twins were invited to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which meant the house would be empty of distractors. I went to see my daughter as she was getting ready to leave. She had put on light makeup, wore a red mid-thigh length skirt over black leggings, and was searching in her closet for a sweater when I came in, “Charlotte, got a moment?”
As she turned to me my eyes riveted to her breasts, she wore only a light yellow bra covered with ‘Forget me Not’ flowers. Not fucking likely. Her long light brown ponytail swished across her back, “Yeah, what’s up?” She ***********ed a sweater and held it up, partially covering her tits while facing me, she didn’t seem embarrassed.
“Are you going somewhere important?”
She stepped away from the closet to watch her reflection put the sweater on in a mirror, “Uh, not really, me and Mallory are going to hang out with Joan and Joyce.”
She shrugged the sweater on then pulled it to fit her body, “Why don’t you stay home tonight, your mom and brothers will be gone?” Damn it, I couldn’t get my eyes off her tits.
Charlotte stopped moving, she stared at me, her face scorched red, she shuddered a breath, paused, then said quietly, “Okay, I guess I can.” She shivered once, then added, “I’ll call Mallory.” I had to leave the room before she saw my reaction to her answer.
An hour later it was just me and my provocative daughter in the house, we had at least four hours alone. My cock didn’t believe that what I was about to do with my girl was educational, not sexual; I hated to disappoint him, but he wouldn’t be involved, I wouldn’t let him. After the goodbyes were said and the door closed, I went looking for Charlotte. She was in her room, sitting at her vanity looking at nothing; that she was nervous was apparent, she was visibly shaking. I sat on the end of her bed and invited her to sit next to me. She sat carefully, looking like a rabbit about to bolt from a fox. Her eyes met mine, I tried to calm her, “You look nice tonight, very much a woman, very pretty.”
Referring to her as a woman had the effect I was hoping for, her eyes softened slightly, she offered me a minimal smile, took a calming breath, and mumbled, “Thanks.”
We both knew why I was there so there was no sense in hinting or trying to ease into the situation, “Where’s your toy?” Charlotte laid back on the bed and reached over her head then put a hand under a pillow as I admired the soft, youthful thighs tantalizing me from under the short skirt. She retrieved the dildo then sat back up, again she was red-faced, “You keep it handy, your mom does too.”
“She does?”
“I’d guess that a lot of women keep these close, they are convenient when they don’t have a husband or manfriend. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” She shook her head; I could see she was relaxing, “Well, I can always hope it stays that way, but I have to be pragmatic, one day soon some kid is going to kick your heart into high gear, you should be ready when that happens.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to go to bed with him and not be worried about ‘first-time’ trauma.”
“I don’t know dad, I’m not thinking like that, most of the boys I know are full-blown retards.”
I laughed, “That will change sweetheart, that will change. Hand me that.”
My daughter fingered her dildo for a couple of seconds making the final commitment, then handed it to me. I made a production of inspecting it, length, girth, and fake balls. “Have you seen a real penis yet?” She shook her head, “There are two conditions for a prick, flaccid, or limp, and erect. This is an imitation of an erection, a stiff penis. This is nature’s way of making sure the man can penetrate the woman and deliver the goods, a stiff one.” I used the terms man and woman instead of boy and girl to make Charlotte feel more adult, more ready for what was about to happen, “A limp penis is just that, and is only good for emptying the bladder.”
Charlotte looked from her toy to my eyes, “I never saw one for real, but Mallory and I sometimes look on the internet, there are some that look very big when they are hard. The women that go to bed with them guys must be big too because I don’t think something like that would fit in someone my size.”
I snickered at her naivety, but since she opened that door, “Would you show me? What you look at?”
She hesitated only a moment, then got up to retrieve her laptop. In less than a minute I was sitting with my daughter, on her bed, looking at internet porn. Despite my ‘no sex with my daughter’ intentions, the man who wasn’t her father was beginning to take a serious interest in the intimacy she and I were developing. Charlotte spent several minutes showing me different pictures of men in various stages of dress and arousal. In that time, I explained to her that size wasn’t truly a factor unless the guy was hung like a fucking horse, I used those words, ‘hung like a fucking horse’. When I did, she shot her eyes up to mine as she smiled marginally, our reticence to be direct was breaking down; I said it, she wasn’t repulsed. I’m not hung like a horse but just then I sure as hell was hard as a rock.
Our conversation soon dropped from polite to base; penis, and erection became cock, boner, or hard-on; vagina became pussy, slit, or cunt; we agreed on ‘nads, nuts, and balls, then sex became bang, fuck, and screw. After about 30 minutes of internet browsing and breaking down language barriers, I asked my daughter, “Are you ready to let me show you what you can do with your dildo?” Direct, to the point. She didn’t answer, but stood from the bed, put her laptop on the desk then turned to me; again, she was nervous, her anxiety had returned to body shaking levels, “Take off your leggings Charlotte, then lie back, lie on the bed, put your head on a pillow and try to relax.”
She looked hesitant, “Daddy, when you found my thing, did you see me too?”
“Yes, you were nude and lying on the blankets, not under, I got a good long look at you.”