Ellie

Author's Note:

-This series was inspired by one of my favorite authors, UAlbanyGirl518, and her character Michelle.

- This series is fictional and all characters are over 18.

Ellie

Steve walked in through the garage door to find Tammy and Ellie in the kitchen, prepping for dinner. "Wow. It already smells good and you guys haven't even started cooking," he said as he set his briefcase down in the hallway.

Tammy walked over and put her arms around his neck to give him a quick kiss, her petite frame pressing against his muscular body, "Hi sweetie. How was your day?"

"It was fine for a Wednesday, how was your day?"

Ellie walked up as her Mom released her husband, "Mom and I went shopping."

Ellie gave her Dad a one armed hug, briefly pressing her firm petite body against his. At 22 years old, Daddy's little girl was now a stunningly attractive woman, and a woman that liked to show off her body in tight fitting clothes.

Steve untied his black wingtips and placed them by the door, then telling the ladies that he was going to change before dinner. Tammy told him not to take too long as dinner would be ready soon.

Steve returned, wearing his usual athletic shorts and T-shirt that he liked to relax in every evening and sat down at the table. Tammy plated the salmon and veggie dinner while Ellie poured water for the three of them as they sat down to eat.

"So what were you guys shopping for today?"

"I told Ellie I'd help her start finding outfits to wear to work," Tammy offered.

"That's a little bit early, isn't it? You don't start for what, three and a half months, right Ellie?"

Ellie had just graduated with an accounting degree and was hired by one of the big 4 accounting firms that she had interned with. The company had a standard to push off start dates until after labor day in order to let their new hires study for and take the CPA exam.

Steve was very proud of his little girl. She loved math, just like he did, and he always hoped she would follow in his footsteps and be an engineer like him, but being the independent woman she was, she chose her own path and that was business accounting.

"Monday after Labor Day is my first day. And it's never too early to go shopping Daddy. Mom and I had a fun day."

Ellie and Tammy told Steve about their shopping trip. Ellie described the two outfits she bought, seeking Dad's approval that they would be appropriate in the workplace. Steve then asked Tammy what she had bought.

"Ellie helped me pick out something special to wear for you."

"Really?," his eyes perked up, "When do I get to see that."

"If you're good, maybe tonight," she said, "I have a long haul tomorrow."

Tammy always tried to have a fun night with Steve before she had a flight that required her to layover. It started years ago when she was a junior flight attendant, and spent many days away, wanting Steve to remember just how much she loved and desired him.

Now that she was a senior flight attendant, she was away less often, usually selecting turns, one day trips there and back, or long hauls to Europe. But she still insisted they were intimate before she went away.

As Steve pictured Tammy in a new piece of lingerie, he asked, "So where are you flying tomorrow?"

"Frankfurt. Ellie will have to cook for you for the next couple of days."

"So we're ordering out?," Steve said jokingly.

Ellie fake laughed with him, "Nooooo... but maybe I cook tomorrow and then we order pizza on Friday."

As she spoke, Steve suddenly realized the low cut tank top that Ellie was wearing, straining over her lacy black bra as it held her full breasts against her body. He quickly tried to focus on her face, then looked at Tammy.

He was a virile, carnal, intense man. He knew it. Tammy knew it, and loved it. He noticed attractive women, they often provided a spark in his mind, but he never had any intention or desire to be with anyone besides Tammy, the woman who was his everything.

It was a conscious battle for Steve at times. He would sometimes see how attractive and alluring Ellie had become and it would take his mind and his conscience a few milliseconds to scream to him that he was her father and a father shouldn't check out his daughter.

He always shook it off before there were any other thoughts.

That evening when Steve and Tammy went to bed, as Steve sat up against the headboard, he asked Tammy if he had been good enough to see her model what she had purchased. She teased him, saying she wasn't sure, before emerging from the master bathroom wearing her new lingerie, a black babydoll set.

Tammy climbed onto the bed and straddled Steve's hips over the sheet that covered him. His large hands reached out and grabbed her hips, holding her tiny frame.

"You're amazing," he paused as he looked her over in only the light of the TV playing behind her. Tammy loved how Steve always desired her. She loved how his hands possessed her. And she loved how excited he always was for her.

Tammy's mother was always open and candid with her, just like Tammy was now with Ellie, and her mother always told her the key to a long and happy marriage was to make sure her man was never hungry, whether in the kitchen or in bed.

And Tammy took that to heart. She wanted to be everything for Steve, because he was everything she could have ever wanted, especially in bed. Tammy wanted every time to be fun, to be exciting, to be memorable, to be special. She wanted him to know how much she desired him.

So whether it was lingerie, or spontaneity, or erotic role play, or sexual variations, she always intended their encounters to be more than a physical act, it was a connection, it was a dance.

Sometimes that dance was slow and passionate, sometimes it was aggressive and physical, but they each focused on each other and together they had a robust sex life that had matured possibly into one that was more exciting than when they first met in college.

Steve had always felt that Tammy worshipped him and he always ensured she knew how incredible she made him feel. He loved the feel of her small body in his large hands, he loved to hold her hips, to feel how firm and in shape she kept herself. But what he loved most was her spirit, her energy and desire.

As she straddled him in her new lingerie, sitting inches in front of his face, they kissed and touched each other, her hands grazing his bare chest, his hands gliding up, to feel the fullness of her breasts.

She ground her hips slowly against his, feeling his manhood come to life and slowly grow and become rigid beneath her. They weren't silent as they playfully explored each other, laughing and flirting as their night progressed.

Steve eventually removed Tammy's top and she climbed off of his lap and turned around and got on all fours, her behind now staring at him. He leaned forward and pulled her panties over her hips and off her legs. He gently played with her folds, sliding his fingers through her wetness, building her arousal.

"Don't make me wait. And don't be gentle."

Tammy often enjoyed rough sex. She loved feeling his physical presence against her delicate stature, to feel his hands control her, to feel taken, to feel him pound her, and that's what she wanted tonight and Steve was happy to oblige.

She lowered her shoulders to the bed and waited to feel the incredible sensation of how he filled and stretched her. Steve was very well endowed, and he never failed to not only please her, but to give her an excitement that seemed new every time.

Tammy was usually very vocal and tonight was no different. She moaned and begged him to 'take me' and 'fuck me hard,' telling him how big he was. It never took him long to make her climax, and when she did her body trembled as she cried out and moaned and then drifted into heavy breathing before pressing back against him.

Steve had a good amount of stamina, but he found the visual of her small body in his hands, her head pressed into the bed, her dyed blonde hair, sticking to her sweaty neck and shoulders, laying around her head incredibly exciting. And as he watched his erection disappear repeatedly into her body, he suddenly felt the tension build in his pelvis and thrust forcefully into her one last time, pinning her to the bed as he orgasmed.

Tammy waited for him to soften and slide out of her before she moved. Steve kissed her neck as he pulled away and she rolled over and pulled his large frame on top of her and kissed him back.

Eventually they shifted to lay on their pillows, Steve on his back. Tammy on her side cuddled in his arms pressed against him. Steve picked up her new black panty and held it up, "Ellie helped you pick these out?"

"You should have seen what she bought."

"I don't need to think about that Tam."

Tammy lifted up her head and supported it on her hand, "Why not Steve? She's a woman now. I know she's your little girl, but she's a grown up confident sexual woman."

"I don't need to be reminded," he said.

"You like having her home don't you?," Tammy said in a cynical tone with a smirk.

"Yeah, it's good to have her back," he said before pausing and asking, "Wait, what are you insinuating?"

Tammy smiled, "I'm not insinuating anything. I see how you catch yourself when you look at her. You've never been shy about noticing women that you find attractive. I think it's funny watching you stop yourself."

Steve tried to steer the conversation, "Isn't it odd having her help you pick out lingerie for me?"

"Why? I'm as open with her about us as she is with me about her sex life."

Steve knew that Tammy was open and candid with Ellie. They talked all the time and he seldom asked about those conversations, knowing that Tammy was shaping his little girl into a strong, confident woman.

The question went unanswered as Steve pulled Tammy tight and kissed her before they fell asleep, naked, in each other's arms. In the morning, Steve quietly showered and dressed before kissing her goodbye and quietly heading to work.

When Tammy woke up she showered and dressed in her flight attendant uniform, grabbing her carry on, and heading to the kitchen to find Ellie making coffee.

They exchanged good mornings before Ellie smiled and asked, "Fun night, huh?"

Tammy smiled, "It was." She poured a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table with her daughter, "Was I that loud? Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I wish someone would make me feel that way."

"Your father is very special," Tammy told her.

"What did you guys do?"

"We knitted. What kind of question is that Ellie? We obviously had sex."

"I know that Mom. I want to know what happened that made you so loud."

"The biggest reason I was so loud was that I forgot we weren't empty nesters anymore," she said, tapping Ellie's hand.

"You don't have to tell me, but I want to know what he does that makes you feel that good. Is it just his size or does he do something special or what?"

"Oh God Ellie, I don't know that I have the time," Tammy paused, "Your father certainly has size. And stamina, he can go forever. But he is a wonderful lover. He makes me his. He takes me. He makes me want to be his. His every touch makes me feel special, makes me want to make it special for him."

"I don't think I've ever had that," Ellie said, her mind racing with images of her parents having sex, the sound of her Mother's voice replaying in her head.

Tammy told her someday she would get to experience that feeling and then stood up and hugged Ellie, "I'm sorry, I have to go, can't be late. Take care of your father while I'm gone. See you Saturday."

Ellie spent the day doing her laundry and studying, or at least trying to study, for the CPA exam, with the lingering thought of her parents, the sound of her parents in her head. After lunch, the distraction became too much for her and she laid back in her bed and slid her hand into her panties, imagining the experience of something so special.

After her self served climax, Ellie focused on the dinner she promised she would make. She remembered a spicy marinated chicken dish that her Mom would make from time to time and decided she would cook that for Dad. With the chicken marinating, she decided to finally take a shower.

She dressed as she always did when she was hanging around the house, a pair of spandex shorts, and a shirt that fit snugly across her breasts.

When Steve came home he found Ellie in the laundry room, folding her last load of laundry. He stuck his head in the room to say hello on his way to put his briefcase in the office, and noticed all of her bras and panties in piles on the counter. It was a collection of satin and lace, noticing the thongs and racy material and he had to stop himself from imagining how they barely covered his daughter's skin.

"I'm going to go change," he told her.

"Ok Daddy, I'll start the grill as soon as I finish here."

Sarah cooked the chicken on the grill along with asparagus and fingerling potatoes. She was really proud of the meal she served and Steve thought she did a really good job. Afterwards Steve insisted on cleaning up and doing the dishes since Ellie put so much effort into making dinner.

Steve generally used Tammy's time away as a chance to catch up on bills and also get ahead at work, and that was his intention tonight. But as he excused himself, Ellie seemed disappointed and told him she was bored from being alone all day and was hoping they could hang out.

Ellie put the Braves game on TV and Steve joined her, sitting in his normal spot at the end of the couch. Ellie sat at the other end, her legs pulled back beneath her, as they watched the early season game and talked like they always had.

Steve was close to all three of his kids, and while he worked hard and he worked a lot, he always prioritized being a part of their lives over everything else. But as close as he was with his twin boys, Ellie was his little girl. He was always there for her and they had a different, special bond.

Ellie loved to talk, she couldn't stand silence. And she especially loved to talk with her parents. With her Mom, Ellie shared and discussed everything related to being a woman, makeup, clothing, relationships, sex. With her Dad, they talked about sports, classes, and now, what life in the professional world would be like.

As they talked, neither could help noticing the other. Steve tried not to look at Ellie's alluring body and full breasts. Ellie kept thinking about Tammy's description of Steve, looking at his hands, thinking of them holding her, possessing her. And whenever Steve stood up she would try to catch a glimpse of the outline of his size.

Steve went to bed after the sixth inning of the game, knowing he had to go to work early in the morning. Ellie watched the end of the game before heading to her room, climbing into the twin bed she had slept in every night at home since before high school.

She laid in bed and wondered if it was right to be thinking about her Dad, thinking about him physically, trying to see what made him so special. But she also knew that she caught him occasionally stealing glances of her and told herself that it was only natural for both of them.

As she curled up in bed, she continued to think about him, no longer as her father, but as a man, and she imagined his manhood, thinking about the hints about his physical prowess that Tammy had dropped throughout the years.

The next day Steve recalled that when Tammy was flying, he and Ellie would go to a pizza place called Antonio's after some of her softball games when he coached her. They hadn't been there in years.

He texted her, "Antonio's tonight?"

Her phone always at her side, she immediately replied, "The old pizza place?"

He gave the thumbs up to her reply, quietly proud that he was so adept at messaging.

Ellie was kind of excited about it as she replied and Steve told her that he would be home around 5 to change before they went out.

Still thinking about her Dad more as a man than a parent, Ellie showered and did her makeup, before standing naked in front of her dresser trying to pick out what to wear. She chose a deep blue bra and matching thong, over which she wore a short miniskirt and a deep v neck T-shirt. She liked how the shirt showed the upper portion of her breasts and how the outline of the bra could be subtly seen.

Steve got home as promised and quickly changed into some golf shorts and a short sleeve shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked at Ellie and wanted to comment about how she was dressed, but had learned long ago from Tammy not to say anything.

They had fun at the restaurant. The pizza wasn't bad, but certainly not as good as they remembered it. They talked about all the years of softball they spent together, Steve had started coaching Ellie when she was 9. They talked about all the weekend tournaments they had driven too, the memorable wins and losses, and where many of Ellie's teammates had ended up.

It was a beautiful warm night so when they got home, Ellie suggested they sit out on the back deck. She grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and before bringing them outside, she deftly removed her bra from under her shirt, leaving it on the kitchen table.

Ellie walked outside as her Dad was lighting the citronella candles handing a beer to him. He immediately noticed her breasts, her nipples poking through the thin material of the cotton shirt. He felt a stir in his pelvis, a response she was hoping for.

He had to say something, he couldn't help himself as she sat down directly across from him, "A little relaxed aren't we?"

"Bras aren't the most comfortable thing to wear Dad," she paused, "And mom always takes hers off."

"Your mother takes hers off after she's had to wear it for sixteen hours of flying."

"Does it make you uncomfortable Daddy," she asked with a flirtatious tone.

"No, not uncomfortable, but I'm your father and I shouldn't notice my daughter."

"Well, I'm not offended if you notice me," she said, using her fingers to make air quotes as she said 'notice'.

They each had several beers as they enjoyed the evening, staying up until nearly midnight. Steve did his best not to stare at his daughter, or notice how the shirt clung to the outline of her full breasts. Or how her nipples at times would be noticeably erect.

Ellie drank in how uncomfortable her Dad was, and she enjoyed noticing his bulge, the light from the candles and the shadows they cast allowing her at times to gauge his size, recognizing that it was as impressive as she imagined, if not more so. She enjoyed teasing him, and decided at that moment that she would continue.

The next morning Steve got up and dressed to head to the gym. He usually enjoyed lifting and tried to get a workout in at least three times a week. When he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, he found Ellie was already up and having a bowl of cereal.

"Where are you going so early Daddy?"

"Gym, I should be back in about an hour and a half."

"Can I join you? I haven't worked since I left school."

"Sure. But it's not a big gym like the rec center."

"I'll go change," Ellie said as she drank the milk from the cereal bowl and placed it in the sink. 10 minutes later she emerged, her long black hair in a ponytail, wearing a gray tank over a black sports bra with black spandex shorts and a drawstring bag in her hands.

They worked out separately at the gym, but as Steve rested between sets, he would occasionally let his eyes wander to see Ellie as she worked out, allowing his eyes to linger as she did her squats.

Ellie was very aware of all the eyes on her, it was something she was accustomed to, something she actually liked, the desires of others validating the hard work she put in to make herself look as good as she did.

When Steve was done lifting, he walked over and got on a treadmill to jog on an incline for 30 minutes. As he felt his heartbeat increase, he watched as Ellie walked over to a stair climber machine directly in front of him and continued her exercise.

He tried to look everywhere, anywhere but at her, anywhere but at his daughter. And when he found he couldn't, he tried to focus simply on her ponytail as it swayed rhythmicly with her every step. But he found himself fixated on her behind, just now realizing she was wearing scrunch butt spandex shorts that highlighted each globe of her ass.

As he looked he could tell how in shape she was, he could see the firmness in her behind, how toned her thighs were, how slender her waist was. And when he felt a spark of arousal, it came with a sense of guilt and a memory of just how good Tammy looked when they were younger.

When his 30 minutes were up, Steve got off the treadmill, soaked in sweat and went to his gym bag to grab his towel before walking to refill his water bottle. Ellie watched him, looking at his very defined muscles as the shirt clung to his sweaty body. For the first time, rather than a playful excitement from teasing him, she felt an arousal in her core as she looked at the man who was also her father.

Tammy returned home early in the afternoon. Steve took a break from cutting the grass to carry Tammy's bag in while asking how her rotation was and, as always, she said it was fine. Tammy was seldom bothered by passengers or delays, finding that being easy going left her feeling better, more optimistic.

Ellie came out of her room and hugged her Mom.

"Did you cook for your Dad?"

Ellie smiled, "I did. And he liked it."

Tammy told the pair that she would tell them about Frankfurt and that she wanted to hear about what they had done, but first she needed to nap just like she always did after a long haul flight. With that she hugged Ellie and kissed Steve and disappeared down the hallway.

That night, as soon as Tammy joined him in bed, Steve rolled on his side and pulled Tammy close to him. He quickly had her tank top and shorts that she usually wore to sleep off of her body as his hands explored just how incredibly beautiful his wife felt.

With minimal foreplay, he moved between her thighs and was quickly inside his wife. Tammy loved when Steve took control and she gazed up at his broad shoulders as he watched her react to his every thrust and then succumb to her waves of pleasure, coaxing out all of the sexual tension that had built up inside of him.

Afterwards as she laid in his arms, she smiled, "Well that was fun."

"It's been building up in me since you left. I really needed you."

It didn't take long for Tammy to notice a shift in the dynamic between Ellie and Steve. She found it very interesting and rather than ask about it, decided simply to watch the interactions unfold and see where it all led.

She noted how Ellie was dressing more boldly, shirts were a bit tighter, necklines that showed more of her chest, skirts with a higher hemline, and tighter shorts that often revealed her pantyline. And while Steve had been catching himself whenever he stole a glance of his daughter, now he seemed to be taking an extra second to look over the assets she was flaunting in front of him.

But she also noticed the conflict in her husband as he reacted to the subtle flirtatious shift in Ellie's behavior. The two of them had always been close and had spent so much time together, they had their own stories, they teased one another, joked with one another and whenever they could, they did everything together.

Tammy noticed how Ellie would smile at him when she would catch him looking at her, how she would lean in closer to her father, steal touches of him. She also saw how Steve would become tense whenever Ellie pushed a little too far and, knowing Steve better than he knew himself, she knew he was trying to ensure he didn't have any physical reaction to her advances.

Tammy wasn't bothered or disturbed as she quietly observed. She was as open minded as she was easy going and she knew how strong her bond was with her husband and how he not only wouldn't keep anything from her, but he would come to her when he decided he needed to.

She also felt strongly that Ellie needed space to develop and explore and grow. She had spent considerable time with her daughter, being open and candid, sharing with her and shaping her, and she felt her daughter was now a confident independent, albeit very sexual, woman.

Unconcerned and very intrigued, Tammy watched her husband and daughter.

And Tammy didn't mind the benefits either, as she was the recipient of the sexual tension Ellie would cause to build in her husband. She felt an added energy, a more lustful drive when they were in bed together.

That Friday evening, Tammy and Steve had an incredible night in bed together, Steve proudly making his wife climax, twice, in different positions before spasming within her. Tammy collapsed in his arms, their bodies sweaty and exhausted, Tammy knowing that she wasn't as quiet as she should have been.

In the morning, Steve and Tammy were sitting at the kitchen table, having coffee, when Ellie joined them. Tammy immediately concluded that Ellie had heard their raucous affair last night by the way she was dressed. Ellie was wearing only a worn large T-shirt that barely covered the bottom of her behind over her braless breasts, and hot pink panties that were very visible whenever she moved.

Tammy watched Ellie and then Steve, allowing her hand to rest on his thigh and gently rub it. She quickly felt his cock begin to stir as she watched him try not to stare at his very sexual daughter. Ellie sat at the table, cross-legged in her chair, leaning back so her breasts were as visible as possible.

"Did you guys sleep well?," she asked.

Steve quickly replied, "Yeah. I was exhausted."

"I bet," she said with a knowing smirk.

Steve adjusted himself before excusing himself to head to the gym. He asked Ellie if she wanted to join him and she declined, telling him that she had been going during the week.

He quickly left the house, leaving Tammy and Ellie together in the kitchen.

Tammy and Ellie talked about going shopping and other things before Ellie asked her Mom, "Tell me what it was like when you first met Dad."

Tammy wondered what Ellie was interested in, but as she always was with Ellie, she was very open. She explained how they met freshman year in college, at the student center, on the first day back from Christmas break. She talked about how kind he was, how protective he was, how patient he was, all the things Ellie knew of him as her father as well.

"Did you know right away that he was the one? Did you think about him all the time?"

"That was a long time ago Ellie, but yeah, pretty quickly I just had this content feeling that I wanted to be his."

"Did you have sex right away?"

Tammy tried to think if they had ever had this conversation but couldn't remember discussing their early relationship, "Actually no. I think I was ready earlier, but your Dad never pushed it, he waited until I told him I was wanted too. It was right before spring break."

"And?"

"We had sex Ellie. He didn't turn me down if that's what you're asking."

"No," she leaned forward, her erect nipples noticeable to Tammy, "How was it? Was it awkward, was it rushed, was it passionate, or was it just incredible?"

"It was perfect Ellie. I knew I'd never find anyone better."

"And it's been that perfect ever since."

Tammy told her they had their challenges, but they always went through them together. She talked about how she got pregnant with Ellie's brothers when she was a junior in college, how she took a break from school while Steve finished and got his engineering degree, and the struggles they had as young parents of twin boys with one income.

Ellie simply listened, she had heard the story before, and couldn't imagine or really understand the challenges, but she knew her Mom slept every night comfortably in the strong protective arms of her Dad.

"You were so lucky to have Dad."

Tammy shook her head, "I am very thankful for all that we are, but never forget what I've told you, when you find that someone special, you have to do all that you can to be their everything."

Ellie wanted to ask Tammy what exactly she did for her husband in bed, but she refrained.

Tammy asked, "So it's my turn to ask a question. I've noticed that you've enjoyed making your father uncomfortable."

Ellie smiled, "Well, I noticed him looking so I thought I'd give him something to look at, tease him a little."

Tammy rolled her eyes, "A little? And I know that you know any heterosexual man would look at you. Especially without a bra," she paused. "Your father is a red blooded man."

"Sounded like you enjoyed that last night."

"I will admit that he's had a little more drive lately."

"You're welcome Mom," Ellie said jokingly.

The rest of the weekend was quiet, Ellie and Tammy spent Saturday shopping, Steve got ahead on design reviews for work. Sunday, Steve and Ellie worked in the yard and Tammy cleaned inside.

When Tammy cuddled up against her husband Sunday night, he wrapped his arm around her and finally asked, "Do you know what's gotten into Ellie?"

Tammy propped her head up on her hand, "Yeah, I noticed too. I have a feeling it's my fault."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, remember when I wore the new baby doll?"

"The one you let her help you pick out?"

Tammy playfully smacked her husband's chest, "That had nothing to do with it. But if you remember, we had a lot of fun and you made me be pretty loud."

"Oh, you being loud is my fault?"

"Of course it is," Tammy said as she gave him a quick kiss, "But she heard us. She heard me. And the next morning she asked what it is that we do, that you do to me, that makes me that excited."

"And what did you tell her?"

"The truth. I always tell her the truth. But I think it flipped a switch in her."

"And so now what, she wants to sleep with me?"

"Well I don't think I'd go that far. I think it's a couple of things. I think she's never felt that kind of pleasure with any of the boyfriends she's ever had sex with. But I also think she's just now seeing you as a man instead of as a father. Every girl goes through a Daddy phase, and I thought she went through that in high school, but maybe it's happening now."

"Well last weekend was uncomfortable and I'm hoping this doesn't last long. It's hard not to look at her."

"What happened last weekend?"

"Well one night she didn't wear a bra and then when we went to the gym, she kept working out in front of me. She kept telling me that it was ok if I looked at her, that she liked it."

"Hmmm," Tammy sighed, "Well it doesn't help that she doesn't have a boyfriend right now either. Although I didn't like the last one that she broke up with."

"Are you going to talk to her?"

"I don't think that's the right way to handle it. I think she's got to figure this out on her own," Tammy paused. "Plus I like how worked up you get, and I especially like when you relieve your stress with me."

"It's all about you Tammy, isn't it."

She gave Steve a big kiss and they both closed their eyes to fall asleep.

Ellie loved the attention, but she also recognized that her Dad was trying not to notice her revealing clothing and rather than bring them closer, she felt it might have been having an opposite effect. She decided early in the week to stop making him feel uncomfortable with what she was wearing and to lean into how close they had always been.

Ellie found that as she eased up on her efforts to tease him, he allowed her to be closer, and that was what she really wanted, what she had always had, the ability to be his little girl, by his side. It was just now, a part of her wanted to be more than his little girl.

Ellie found a balance. She still dressed in the short tight fitting shorts and T-shirts that strained against her chest, but she made sure she always had a bra on and that she wasn't too revealing. And rather than flirtatiously touching her father, she found working next to him with chores or curling up on the couch next to him to relax provided closer and more natural encounters

One night, as Ellie looked for her panties after providing herself pleasure, she began to analyze her desires. She thought about how she just finished climaxing to the thought of her father's strong hands holding her firmly, and not just having sex with her, but claiming her.

She felt a sense of guilt, not only because of the taboo nature of the thought, but because she was fantasizing about the man that was her closest friend's husband. She could rationalize the taboo nature as just fantasy, but she couldn't escape the sense of betrayal her real desires brought her.

But she also couldn't extinguish the desire. As soon as she told herself it was just a fantasy to feel her father's touch, that one day she would find someone that would give her the experience that her mother was able to feel, her thoughts drifted back to how close they were and how it wasn't a reach to take that next step.

She told herself how irrational it was to think she would ever take action to make her fantasy come true, but in the same thought, she wondered if her father would ever make an advance and how she would react. And as she began to drift off to sleep, she thought about the opportunities that were there, the times her Mom was traveling, the times they could be alone.

Over the next two weeks, Tammy didn't have any long haul flights, her seniority giving her the benefit of only having to work turns, one day flights to Los Angeles and back without layovers, long days but she got to sleep in her bed with her husband.

Tammy continued to watch the interactions between Ellie and her husband. She was happy that Ellie was dressing in a less revealing manner, but she was also acutely aware of how close her daughter was constantly to Steve. She wondered if this was still the innocent relationship they had or if there was another motive at work in her daughter's head, even if it was subconsciously.

But at the same time, Tammy still enjoyed the benefits of her daughter's actions and the increased libido of the man who provided her so much excitement and pleasure in bed.

One evening as they sat together and watched Netflix, Steve in his normal place at the end of the couch, Tammy curled up on the love seat, and Ellie sitting in the middle of the couch, Tammy watched as Ellie leaned closer to her Dad. It wasn't an intentional move to cuddle up to him, just an adjustment that brought her closer.

That, in itself, wasn't the issue. But Steve's hand, that had been stretched out along the back of the couch, eventually came down and held Ellie's shoulder, rubbing it and pulling her closer before he realized what he was doing and released her, then standing up and getting a drink.

That night in bed, after Steve had fallen asleep, Tammy wondered what was in her husband's head, was he reacting to her instinctively, was he subconsciously sending her signals, or was it something more. But she knew he was being pulled in.

Tammy had prided herself in giving Ellie the space and time to experience and grow, and to build confidence. But she was also very perceptive and intuitive, having a keen sense to hear the words, read the inferences and sense the body language of those around her to truly know what was going on.

For the first time she was mildly concerned about the relationship of Ellie and Steve. She laid awake going through scenarios, thinking about the outcomes and collateral affects, and how she would manage them and keep her family together.

While she seldom felt she should intervene and draw lines, she decided that she was going to talk to each of them before she left in two days for her next flight rotation to Paris, needing to ensure she put guardrails in place until she returned.

The next morning, Steve left for work, and when Ellie got home from the gym, Tammy decided to talk to her. After Ellie showered, she joined Tammy in the kitchen where her Mom was trying to figure out what to make for dinner. They talked about the gym before Tammy finally asked, "Do you have any plans while I'm gone in Paris?"

"No. Not really, probably just hang out with Dad. I'll cook for him like last time and take care of him."

"I know he appreciates that," Tammy said as Ellie smiled. But then she continued, "When you say take care of him, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean Mom?"

"Well, you haven't exactly been subtle about teasing or enticing your Dad, and I know you have been very interested in how good he is in bed. I'm just not sure how far this is all going to go."

Ellie blushed with embarrassment, "Do you think I'm trying to sleep with him?"

"I don't know Ellie. I don't think you intend to, but I also know that if you push too far, you might not be able to stop, he might not be able to stop."

Tammy stopped leaning against the counter and sat down at the table with Ellie, "I think you're playing with fire Ellie. I don't want you to get burned."

Ellie didn't know what to say, but in an attempt to dismantle Tammy's accusations she looked at her Mom and said, "And do you really think he would actually sleep with me?"

Tammy snickered, "I knew you had thought about it."

She collected her thoughts and continued, "Ellie, I think every girl goes through a phase where they think their Dad is so masculine, so attractive, and your Dad is all of that, and it's normal to have fantasies and to imagine that when you're alone in bed, you know, taking care of yourself."

She continued, "But if you were to ever act on that or push him too far and get him to act on his desires, I mean it's not something you can undo. It'll change you, and him, forever. It'll change the three of us. So you need to think about not just the immediate pleasure, but think about the consequences and maybe tone everything down."

Ellie listened to her Mom, wondering how she knew, how she knew what she was thinking and what she was feeling. And although she told her Mom everything, she couldn't have this discussion. She felt a sense of guilt and embarrassment, but she also had a desire that she wasn't ready to deny, a desire she didn't know if she was going to act on, and because of that, there was no need to acknowledge it.

That night, Steve sat up against the headboard in bed, waiting for Tammy to join him, looking forward to the sex he knew was part of their routine. Tammy emerged from the bathroom in a blue silk nightie and crawled onto the bed next to him. He put his arm around her as she leaned against him.

"Paris?," Steve asked.

"Yeah. The weather is supposed to be beautiful. I can't wait to spend the day shopping."

"I figured you would. Maybe you can find something sexy to wear for me."

"To go out or in bed?," she said as she smiled and rubbed his chest.

"Both," he pulled her in and kissed her.

Tammy shifted and slid onto his lap as she always liked to, she liked being close, her petite frame letting her look directly into his eyes when she sat on his lap.

"Ellie said she'll take care of you while I'm gone."

"I'm sure she will," Steve answered, his hands sliding up and down Tammy's sides from her hips to just beneath her breasts, unaware of what Tammy was implying.

"You two have certainly been closer than normal lately."

Steve leaned in to kiss Tammy, not really wanting to have this conversation right this minute, more focused on the sexual pleasure straddling his lap. Tammy leaned into his kiss, feeling his length beginning to grow rigid beneath her.

Tammy slowly moved in gentle circles against him, rubbing her warmth against his, feeling her own excitement grow.

"She certainly excites you, doesn't she?"

"Why are we talking about this now," Steve whispered between kisses, his hand on Tammy's back, pulling her breasts against his chest.

"It's ok Steve. I see what she does to you whether you realize it or not," she leaned in and kissed him while wrapping her arms around his neck. "Whether you want to admit it or not."

Tammy stopped for a moment and just stared in his eyes, smiling. "I like how she gets you worked up. I like the energy it gives you."

"I always have this energy for you, Tammy."

She laughed. "Yes you do," she said as she began to grind against him. "I just want to make sure that you use all this energy with me and only me."

"Tammy, I would never."

"I know you believe that," she said as she slid back and reached into his shorts to wrap her hands around him. "But she's an attractive girl, and she has desires, and you have needs."

"I don't understand why she is doing this Tammy. She does make it hard sometimes."

"Does she make this hard?," Tammy joked as she slowly began to stroke Steve's erection, kissing him"

"No," he said in between kisses, his hands feeling Tammy's breasts, "She hasn't touched me."

Tammy paused again, "I think she gets a physical reaction from you and I think you know that too."

"Maybe," Steve half heartedly admitted.

She kissed him, "That's ok. I just want you to realize that I am your only outlet. I am always here for you. I will do whatever I need to help you. But you can't cross that line. It's a line you can never go back over."

Steve was startled from his amorous mood, "Ellie I would never."

"Ellie?"

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Tammy. I meant I would never with Ellie."

Tammy didn't dwell on his slip of the tongue, "I know Steve, but you have to admit she's in your head."

"No," he paused, "You're right. She is, but I wouldn't act on it."

"I just want you to realize how difficult she might be willing to make that and I want you to know you can always come to me, call me, whatever, and I will help you."

"Will you help me like this?," he said, pulling Tammy close.

Soon he had the blue silk pulled off of Tammy's petite frame, exposing her small but full breasts that he teased and played with before she repositioned herself, removing her panties, sinking down onto his shaft.

As Tammy's hips rose and fell along her husband's thick shaft, as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm, as she moaned loudly in passion, she told Steve, "It's ok if you're thinking about her," pushing him nearly instantly over the edge.

As she felt him spasm and pulse within her, she succumbed to her own climax, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her mind and body.

Tammy laid on top of Steve, his arms holding her sweaty body, both of them thinking about what just occurred.

"Why did you say that?"

"I don't know Steve. I guess this has all gotten into my head as well," she paused. "Are you mad?"

He hugged her tightly and kissed her. "How could I ever be mad with you?," he said playfully.

They slept in each other's arms, Tammy enjoying the possessive grip of her husband, pressing her body into his. Ellie laid in her bed across the hall, biting her lip as her hand brought her to her own climax as she thought about the sounds she had just listened to from the master suite.

The next day, Steve quietly showered and left for work before anyone else in the house was awake. Tammy spent the morning getting ready for her flight, but the afternoon was different for Tammy, the easy going, open minded wife and mother filled with anxiety, feeling as though things would be very different when she returned home.

Ellie hung out with her Mom, waiting for her to leave, doing her best to be as normal as she possibly could in order to not raise any concerns, all while she thought about spending time with just her Dad. Her thoughts were all over the board, thinking about the closeness they shared because she was his little girl, thinking about how she teased him the last time Tammy left, thinking about pushing everything forward even though she was conflicted by feelings that she shouldn't.

When Steve came home he found Ellie on the couch studying for the CPA exam. She got up and gave him a hug before asking if he wanted her to cook the salmon and vegetables that Tammy had prepared for them.

Steve changed into shorts and a T-shirt, it was an incredibly hot and humid day, and joined his daughter outside as she cooked on the grill. He watched as she moved, drawn to her tight grey shorts, looking at how they tightly held the round globes of her ass, looking at how they fit like a second skin as they covered the folds between her thighs.

Ellie decided they would have dinner outside, so they sat at the patio table and ate together. As she asked about his day, he couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts, the white low cut tank barely covering the pink bra that pushed her breasts into his view.

Ellie noticed his lingering stare, she noticed how he lost his thoughts during their conversations and she loved that he was flustered. When they finished eating, she got up to take everything inside, brushing her breasts against him as she took his plate.

When she returned, she sat down again across from him and the next time she caught him looking, she asked, "Do you want me to take my bra off Daddy?"

He was startled by the escalation, his mind racing as he looked at her, feeling the heat, not of the warm humid day, but of his arousal and embarrassment rushing to his face, and groin. He stammered out. "No Ellie, you don't need to do that."

She leaned forward and reached behind her back, undoing the clasps, relaxing the hold the bra had on her breasts, "It's ok Daddy, I want to. It's more comfortable and it'll be easier for you to look."

She quickly slid the straps off her arms and pulled the pink Victoria Secret bra from beneath her shirt, setting it on the table between them. He stared quietly at the woman that was his little girl, her breasts pressing through the thin material of her tank, her nipples and areoles clearly visible. It was if he could sense how firm they felt as their fullness peaked out of the top.

Ellie was quiet for a moment, allowing her father time to look at her. Steve felt his member stir, feeling the blood rushing to his pelvis, feeling his manhood becoming heavier, thicker, straighter. Ellie watched as he tried to subtly adjust in his chair across from her, feeling an excitement within her knowing the response she was eliciting from him.

She knew that Daddy was finally looking at her not as his little girl but as a woman

She also knew that she had to make the situation comfortable for him or the realization and guilt would make him retreat. She quickly began a conversation, talking about her studies for the CPA before transitioning and asking him for advice about her professional career.

Steve settled in and talked with Ellie, his mind working to concentrate on the conversation, helping to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he wanted to do with her if he wasn't married, if she wasn't his daughter.

They sat for several hours, but eventually it became late and Steve said he had to go to bed since he had a busy day at work the next day. Ellie followed him into the house and into the light of the kitchen where her breasts, which were just hidden in the darkness, now stood proudly in front of him.

Ellie hugged him, and he felt her breasts press into his abdomen, telling him to go to bed, telling him that she was going to clean up the dishes and then lay down herself. Steve kissed the forehead of his little girl and walked to his room.

As Steve laid in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Ellie, about what a woman she had become, imagining what she would look like naked. But then he would stop and tell himself that isn't what he should be thinking.

She simply took her bra off to relax. It was nothing more. She only acknowledged his glances to make them ok, so things wouldn't be awkward between them. She did nothing else sexual, she had a conversation and then hugged her Dad goodnight.

Ellie laid in bed, incredibly aroused by the fact that her Dad had finally noticed her as a woman, and that she had noticed when he felt a sexual desire for her. But as her finger slid into her panties, she began the complicated discussion in her head about what was next.

This all excited her, it was a sexual thrill. He was the most masculine sexy man she knew. And she knew about his legendary sexual prowess from her Mom, often hearing the evidence in her moans and cries of pleasure.

But she also thought about the relationship they had, how close they were, how much they had shared as she grew up, all the special memories. She tried to rationalize her desires, telling herself that they were so close, that if she took this next step, if they took this next step, it would only make them closer.

She couldn't stop wanting it, and she couldn't stop thinking about how everything seemed to say that relationship would be wrong. She wanted him to want it, if he wanted it, then that would validate her desires. She fell asleep imagining his arms wrapped around her.

The next day at work, Steve's cell buzzed just as he walked into his office, it was Tammy.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, "Miss me?"

"Of course I do. Especially in bed. I hate sleeping without you next to me."

"How's Paris?"

"It's beautiful here. I had lunch with the girls at that cafe I love and we've been shopping all day."

"That's good. I'm just sitting down in my office."

"I thought so. I didn't want to call too early. It's afternoon here. Hey, the reason I called was to ask how last night was. How was Ellie?"

"It was fine Tammy. I was good."

"You were good? You make it seem like she was teasing you."

"No. Actually it was a good night. She cooked the salmon you prepared, which was very good by the way, and we sat outside all night. The only thing was she took her bra off while we were out there."

"Well they aren't the most comfortable piece of clothing. I take mine off in the evening sometimes."

"I know, it was really more about the fact that her white tank top didn't hide as much as it should have."

"And?"

"Well I'm not going to lie to you, yes I looked and she has nice...," Steve stopped himself.

"I know she has nice tits Steve. Nicer than mine. She must have gotten them from your side of the family."

"Yours are all I need dear."

"Just remember that Steve. I'm glad she wasn't over the top. Maybe this is running its course. You just have to remember, I know she's 22, but she's obviously still somewhat immature. You don't know what she's thinking. You have to be the adult."

"I know Tammy."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to lecture. She worries me, and we would figure it out, but if you cross that line, you can't uncross it. It would just change everything."

"Tammy, don't worry about it. She really was pretty good last night. We really just sat and talked. She didn't flirt or anything like that."

They said their 'I love you's' and 'goodbyes' before hanging up. While Tammy was relieved that Ellie didn't push Steve, she also knew by what he said that he was starting to really think about her as a woman, an attractive sexual woman, and that worried her more than Ellie's teasing and flirting.

When Steve returned home, he found Ellie in the kitchen working on meal prep for the two of them, happy that she got to take on the role of taking care of her father. She was wearing a black cropped tank that exposed her midriff and a short pleated matching skirt. She said hello and told him to change, while she started cooking.

Ellie didn't really have a plan for the evening, other than she wanted her father to once again see her as a woman rather than his little girl, wanting to see the desire once again in his eyes. As she cooked she made sure the straps of her crimson bra were visible next to the tank on her shoulders.

Ellie cooked and they ate indoors, the threat of nearby thunderstorms keeping them from the patio. After dinner, Ellie did the dishes while Steve sat at the kitchen table and watched, hoping to see a little more, wanting her to bend forward just a little more, his thoughts wandering to places he knew they shouldn't.

But he caught himself and when they reclined to the living room, he sat in the oversized chair that Tammy generally sat in, rather than on the couch. Ellie was disappointed that she couldn't curl up next to him, but wasn't deterred.

Ellie knew her Dad's day had been long and that he was worn out. She asked about it and grabbed him beers when he needed them as they watched TV and talked. She sat alone on the couch but made sure he noticed her, allowing her skirt to ride up, inviting him to look.

The need in Ellie for her Dad's attention grew, especially as he didn't seem to be reacting to her this evening as he had yesterday. She wondered if she should have pushed things further yesterday, she wondered what she could do tonight.

When the show they were watching ended, Steve told his little girl that it was about time for him to head to bed as he had a long day of tough budget discussions waiting for him tomorrow.

"Have one more beer Daddy. Sit up with me. I'm not ready for bed yet."

"Are you going to have one with me?"

She agreed and got up and grabbed the two bottles from the refrigerator. When she returned, she handed him the beer and then impulsively slid onto his lap, straddling his bare thigh and facing him.

Steve was overwhelmed with thoughts, desires and sensations. Ellie's full breasts were directly in front of his face, but what he noticed more was the feeling of the skin of her warm thighs against his and the heat of her core separated from his by only the thin material of her satin panties.

She took a drink of her beer before setting it down on the table and then placing a hand on her father's chest as she looked at his face. Her hand traced down his chest, feeling how muscular he was as he sat there still drinking in the sensation of her warmth against his leg.

She took his beer from his hand and set it down, then guided his hands to her hips. "It's ok Daddy. I want to feel you hold me."

He wasn't in a place where he could stop himself, still convincing himself that this was happening. His hands gripped her hips, then sliding back and finally feeling how firm and small her hips and ass were.

He held her closely and tightly and it was everything that she had imagined and wanted, to feel his possessive touch, to feel that she was his. She wanted to be his and her arousal built as she felt her core become slick with moisture.

She guided his hands up to her breasts and he held them first, feeling their fullness, feeling how firm they were, then kneading them through her top and bra, tracing the outline of her erect nipples.

Ellie adjusted herself to straddle both of her father's thighs and she then held his right hand before pulling it slowly down her body and, while looking into his eyes, bringing it between her thighs.

As his fingers slid across the outside of her satin panties, he immediately felt the heat of her arousal. He noticed her skin was completely bare beneath the material and when his fingers applied just a slight amount of pressure, he felt how wet she was.

His hand slid back and forth, and she let out a gasp, the thrill of his touch electrifying her core. As he slowly stroked her, she desperately wanted his hand to dive beneath the material of her panties.

She also desperately wanted to touch him, to feel his arousal, to know and touch his size. She gently released his wrist and slid her hands to his now semi erect member, feeling it through his shorts. She was amazed at its thickness, its length, and how alive it made her feel.

But as she touched him, all Steve could hear was Tammy, reminding him how immature Ellie was, how he couldn't take advantage of her, how he had to be the adult and make the right decisions. He withdrew his hands and grabbed hers.

"Ellie we can't. I can't. We shouldn't."

"But Daddy, it's ok. I'm ok with it. You aren't doing anything wrong. It's what I want."

Steve told her it was wrong and as much as he thought she was amazing, he knew he shouldn't. He told her that he should go to bed and then gently lifted her off his lap, adjusting his erection and quickly walking down the hall and up the stairs.

Ellie sat on the chair alone, knowing what he said was right. But she was so close, and so aroused. She thought about everything her mother had told her about how her Dad made her feel. She thought about how when Tammy and Steve had started dating, he waited until Tammy told him she wanted him, she thought about her mother's warnings, he was a red blooded man and could give in.

And the thrill of the thought, knowing what she wanted and needed, knowing it wasn't right, but not caring, knowing they were alone. And like so many other experiences they shared, this could be theirs and only theirs.

Ellie walked nervously up the stairs and down the hallway to the door across from hers, the door to her parents' master suite. She knocked on the door and opened it to find her father shirtless sitting up in bed watching TV.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

"I should be apologizing to you Ellie. I shouldn't have put you in that situation."

She sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, "You didn't Daddy. I did. And I want to be in that situation. I still want to. I want to be here with you."

"Ellie, we shouldn't, we can't."

"We can't? Or you don't want to? I want to. If you tell me you don't want to, I'll leave. But if you want me to stay, it's ok, it's just us. And I want to stay."

Her hand rested on his thigh. If he would have said he didn't want to, it all would have likely ended. Ellie would have gone back to her room and realized it was the right decision and that what she wanted wasn't accepted, was taboo, that a father and daughter are supposed to have a sacred protective and supportive relationship, not a torrid sexual relationship.

But her Dad didn't say anything.

Instead he pulled her closer. He had no resistance left, all he felt was desire. He didn't hear Tammy's voice. He didn't hear his conscience. All he heard was that she wanted to stay.

They didn't kiss. They simply started to touch each other's bodies. His hands held her arms, gliding up and down, they felt so big and rough, yet his touch was gentle. She leaned in and her hand touched his chest, his muscles very defined, her petite hand so light and delicate.

He gently lifted her to join him on the bed, once again she straddled his lap and they looked at one another, her hands naturally resting on his shoulders. She slid forward until she felt his hardness beneath her, pressing herself down, needing to feel its presence against her.

She was filled with desire but what most consumed her was what her Mom had told her about her Dad's hands, how she felt their control, how they possessed her and cared for her, how they made her feel like she was his.

His hands were on her hips, they didn't grip her, they just firmly held her against him. Slowly they slid down and under the hem of her skirt, sliding against the skin of her thighs, and back over her bare round globes exposed by her thong.

To feel her body excited him. She was beautiful, but to touch that beauty, to feel her young fit body, was thrilling for him. His body physically responded, his member growing more rigid by the moment beneath her, pressing up to meet the weight of her body.

Ellie enjoyed the touch of her Dad's hands as she allowed him to feel her and explore. She gently caressed him as she gave herself to him, patiently following his lead. She had pushed him here, but now she wanted only to be taken where he wanted to go.

She felt his hand slide up, over her hips and then under the bottom of her tank, peeling it gently over her head, revealing her large breasts covered only by a thin crimson bra. His hands caressed them, kneading them, playing with them. She loved how he took them, she loved how she felt that he wanted them.

A hand slid behind her back and unclasped the bra, allowing her breasts to slightly relax as the bra slid away from her body. Ellie quickly removed the bra from her arms and watched her Daddy's face as he looked over her full breasts.

Steve paused for a moment, his hands holding his little girl's rib cage just below her breasts, looking at her, at her full round breasts, how they hung against her chest, the pink areoles that encircled her erect nipples.

He gently felt their weight and then his thumbs grazed over the firm tips of her nipples before he leaned forward and took them into his mouth. He gently kissed them and then sucked on them, playfully, very gently biting them.

Ellie's hand held his head and pressed against him, tilting her head back as she felt the electric sensations race from her breasts to between her legs. Whether it was the thrill of the encounter or his technique, the intimacy of his lips on her breasts was driving her crazy.

She had been passive, allowing her father to have her, but the arousal had grown to a point that she was driven to seek more. She reached down, almost scrambling to find the top of his boxers, pulling them down as she slightly lifted her hips to allow her to grip his erection.

Her hand felt so small to him as its warmth met his heat. She gently wrapped her fingers beneath it, pulling it into her grip. She felt how thick it was. Her fingers barely surrounding it, slowly stroking up and down, feeling how pronounced the head was, feeling how rigid and strong it was.

Ellie was by no means promiscuous in college, but she enjoyed sex, and she had her number of different experiences with different men. None were as well endowed as what she held in her hands and all she could now think about was how it was going to feel within her.

She felt her father's hands sliding along her skirt and she guided it to the closure in the back, undoing the hook and eye clasp to expose the zipper. His hand gently tugged the zipper down its short travel and the skirt relaxed around her hips.

She hated that she had to separate from him, to leave the comfort of his grip, to release his firm member, but she moved to the side and slid her skirt off of her legs and then slid her thumbs under the material of her thong.

"Not yet," her father told her as he slid his boxers off and pulled her back to him.

She stretched her knee over his hips and rested her shaved folds against his thick member as it hovered over his groin, the material of the crimson thong the only barrier between them. She began to slowly and subtly grind herself against him and he couldn't help think how similarly she acted to Tammy.

He pulled her tightly into his groin, gently thrusting his thick member along the length of her lips, feeling the satin panty tease his sensitive erection. Then he gently lifted her and his hand slid against her, his finger now pressing the material between her folds, soaking her wetness into them, stroking her with her thong.

She desperately wanted more. She was on the edge of an orgasm just from the taboo erotic moment, the anticipation of what was to come, the expectation of the pleasure that awaited her.

With each slide of his finger, he pressed deeper into her folds, getting closer to her clitoris, reaching further into her entrance, knowingly pushing her anticipation into desperation.

Ellie closed her eyes and held her father's neck tightly. "Please Daddy," she whispered.

"Tell me what you want Ellie."

"I want you. I want you inside me. I want you to take me."

"The first time only happens once. Tell me how you want that to happen."

It was hard for her to think, let alone talk. She felt moans escaping her lips as his finger felt like it was going to push her over the edge, shove her over the cliff into the ocean of a climax. But she remembered what her mother had told her about the feeling of his large hands holding her hips, owning her.

She gasped and shuddered as his finger lingered on her clit, she was so close, even she hadn't made herself feel like this.

"I want you to be behind me," she paused as she took a deep breath trying to stay on the edge and not succumb, not yet. "I want to feel your hands hold me," she said in an almost incomprehensible sigh.

He slid his hand out from beneath her, "Can you be vocal for me Ellie? I want you to tell me if you're ok, how you feel. I want to know what you want, whatever you want. I want this to be as special as it can be for you, for us."

She opened her eyes briefly, "Yes Daddy."

His hands gently lifted her from his lap and she turned away onto all fours, looking back at him as he moved on his knees to get in position behind her. She gazed at his masculinity in the light of the TV, his broad shoulders, his muscular chest and legs, his manhood rigidly pointing out from his body, his large testicles hanging between his thighs.

He looked at her petite frame, her unblemished skin, taught against her firm body, her breasts hanging below. He looked at her perfect curves, her behind giving way to her slim waist and her thin shoulders, her eyes gazing back at him, waiting for him.

She felt his hands touch her ass and then glide up to the hip band of her thong, not lingering, but slipping beneath and then pulling her panty over her hip, peeling the thong away from her moist swollen vulva and down her thighs. She moved her knees to help him remove the thong and then parted her knees and thighs, offering herself to her Dad.

She felt him as he got close, as his hand slid along and between her lips, finally feeling his direct touch. She moaned as she arched back, allowed his fingers to help unfold her, preparing her.

He pulled his hand away and as much as she wanted its touch, she knew what she wanted more. She felt him move and then experienced the strong possessive grip of his large hands on her small hips. She felt his rigid erection lean against her, between the globes of her behind, gently sliding back and forth.

He looked down at the contrast of their bodies, his proud erection hovering above her, projecting the depth it would probe into her small body, his hands engulfing her waist and hips. He reached forward and cupped her breast for a moment before pulling back and then guiding his cock to slide up and down her wetness, lubricating his round head before lining himself up.

"Ready Ellie?"

"Yes Daddy."

He gently pressed forward and felt her tight walls grip his member. She felt the incredible sensation of his girth fill and stretch her as he slowly penetrated her, stimulating her in ways she had never felt before. As he pressed forward, she felt him deeper in her than anyone had ever been and she felt a fullness and pressure that she could only describe as an intense connection between her father and her.

As she felt his hips press into her ass she moaned.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

She couldn't believe he was asking, "You make me feel incredible Daddy."

She lowered her shoulders to the mattress, pressing her face and breasts into it, arching her back and pressing back against him. She wanted to give him everything. She wanted him to take everything.

And he did. She felt his hands hold her, guide her, control her, own her, as he started off gently moving within her, gliding nearly all the way out each time before pressing all the way back in. His hands held her firmly in place as each thrust filled her and claimed every part of her being.

Her eyes were closed and she felt a genuine pleasure as he caressed her walls with his member. She felt the definition of his head as it slid within her, and she felt the void he created and then filled with each thrust, breathing and sweating, as her body raced with arousal.

After a brief period of gentle slow strokes, he increased his pace and the force of his thrusts, still ensuring each stroke was long and full length. Ellie loved the sensation, she loved the firmness of his hips pushing into her, feeling him probe and push as deep as she could handle.

She began to moan and her breathing quickened, she felt herself racing towards the climax that she was so near since she first felt him. She began to talk, asking him to fuck her, telling Daddy how good she felt, moaning out to her God.

As she thought about his tight hold of her hips, as she felt him thrust deep into her womb, she stopped fighting her pleasure and allowed the waves to crash over her soul, her legs trembling, her body spasming, her voice screaming between gasps of air, her mind immersed in a pleasure more complete than she had ever felt.

He held her against his hips, remaining completely buried in her, feeling the spasms of her core grip his member, watching his little girl and her desperate breaths of air. He was proud to have given her this experience.

It took her longer than Tammy to come back from the place of euphoria that she disappeared to but when her breathing came back to a normal heavy rhythm, he asked if she wanted him to continue.

She smiled a huge smile, her eyes slowly opening. "Oh my God Daddy. I can't believe you did that to me," she paused for a couple of minutes, still breathing heavily. "Did you cum?"

"Not yet. Can I keep going?"

She pressed back and excitedly asked, "Can we change? Are you ok with that?"

He grinned, "Of course. We can do whatever you want Ellie. I told you that."

She leaned forward, begrudgingly sliding off of him, quickly rolling onto her back and pulling her knees up and spreading them as far apart and to the side as she could.

He moved between her ankles, looking down at her, thighs parted wide. Exposing her vulnerable, bare vulva, lips splayed, wanting more. Her abdomen was smooth and her full breasts rested on her.

He leaned forward, placing an arm on either side of her shoulders, hovering over her as she guided his head to her entrance. He once again pressed in and began to thrust, watching her face as he returned to the pace and force that made her climax.

Ellie's arousal was recovering and escalating once again following her climax as she watched her father's dominating presence over her and felt him repeatedly fill her and stretch her, the new sensation of his body meeting her hips. She watched his desire in his face, watched his member disappear between her thighs and into her and she felt even more connected, more that she was his.

He watched her breasts, larger than Tammy's, sway on her chest below him with each thrust. He watched his little girl writhe in reaction to his movements as she quickly built towards a second orgasm. His was nearing as well, he could feel the tension building in his groin, his erection becoming just a bit more rigid.

They were both covered in sweat as she began short high pitched moans and squeaky screams, every muscle in her body contracting in anticipation of the explosion that was building in her core. She began to repeat, "Please Daddy, Please," her head turning from side to side.

Steve concentrated, needing to hold off, needing to keep his pace, needing to give this to his daughter. When she finally succumbed, his pleasure from watching her delayed his own climax for a moment or two. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled her spasming, moaning body up against his, and he pressed as deeply as he could into her as he lowered her body onto the bed. He began to pulse and spasm within the velvet grip of his daughter.

As her waves of passion came off of their peak she suddenly recognized the feeling of her father's orgasm. She felt the intense sensations of him pulsing and twitching against her stretched walls and the rush of his warm fluids flooding her womb.

She held him tightly, focusing on all the sensations, his erection seeming to get thicker as it contracted before pulsing its fluid inside her. She felt his testicles on her behind as her legs were wrapped around his back pulling him in, her father's sweaty body pressed against hers, his comforting weight, his protective hold.

When he finished, they remained locked together in each other's arms. Steve began to look in Ellie's eyes and she had an urge to kiss him, suddenly reaching up and pulling him into a kiss. He kissed her back, their tongues dancing.

She felt his rigidity begin to subside, she felt the stretch within her relax, she felt their mixture of fluids, and she felt him try to pull away.

"Not yet Daddy."

He remained in her arms, feeling himself soften inside her. She savored the moment, their closeness, their connection, the incredible experience they just had.

And although she was young, she had experienced enough to know that she would be chasing this feeling for the rest of her life.

She released her legs from around him and he slowly pulled out, rolling next to her, staring at the ceiling. Ellie rolled on her side next to him, bringing her hand to his chest, tracing lines and circles across it, needing to remain close to him as his hand found her waist and pulled her against his.

His postcoital conscience began to enter his thoughts, reminding him of all the consequences of his actions, and like the engineer he was, he began to process them one by one in his mind.

Ellie still basked in the glow of her pleasure, still overwhelmed by the thought of all the intense sensations she experienced, the new connection she now shared with her father, and the journey they were now on.

As she watched him stare at the ceiling, she knew he was thinking about what all this now meant. "Not now Daddy."

Coming back from his thoughts of his marriage, he asked, "What? What do you mean, Ellie?"

"Don't think about everything else right now. Think about this, there is so much good to think about. How incredible that was, how fun it was. Think about us, think about how you made me feel. I've never felt anything like that. The pleasure was so intense. Twice. And feeling you in me, it's never been like that. I can't stop thinking about it."

He stared at her and slid his hand up to the small of her back pressing her into him, feeling her breasts press against him, bringing his thoughts back to the moment as she slid her thigh over his, asking him, "Was it that way for you?"

He stopped wondering about the consequences and started thinking about how his little girl made him feel, "Ellie, I can't begin to describe how you made me feel. But I know, I will never, never forget this."

They laid there for a while until they finally got up and then got back in bed together to sleep. Steve laid on his back, Ellie on her side pressing her naked body against her Dad, his arm under her head, his hand engulfing the firm globe of her ass, pulling her into him. She fell asleep feeling that she was his.

Steve woke up in the middle of the night, Ellie still beside him, her hand laying on his chest as she quietly slept. He looked at her and remembered how he looked in on her each night when she slept, and he wondered if he had betrayed her trust in him as a parent. He thought about Tammy, his marriage, feeling guilty that he hadn't heeded her warning, that he had been unfaithful to his wife, wondering if she already knew, wondering what he would say.

In the morning Steve was drawn out of his sleep by the delicate touch of his daughter slowly stroking his morning erection. All of the promises that he had made to himself in the middle of the night, that their encounter was going to be the only one, were quickly being undone.

As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he looked at Ellie and gently caressed her back, "Shouldn't you still be asleep?"

"Good morning Daddy."

He yawned and stretched his arms, "You know I have to go to work."

She lifted her head to look at him and smiled, "You might be late."

In a half-hearted effort to do what his conscience was telling him was the right thing, he said in a broken voice, "Ellie, we really shouldn't, we really should talk about what we did."

Ellie kept stroking for a minute before pausing and then moving her body up his and kissing him, "Daddy, it can't be undone. It was special. It is special. And I don't think you really want me to stop anyway."

He didn't answer her as she slid on top of him under the sheets, finding his erection with her hand, playing with its head in her palm. Then she sat up, straddling him, looking down at his face. Although he didn't smile, she could see the happiness in his awakening eyes.

His hands instinctively moved to her naked hips, holding her as they slid up her abdomen to her incredible breasts. He couldn't stop looking at how perfect she looked, her youthful fit body perched above him. He felt her warmth, her heat, her energy, her arousal pressed against him.

She leaned forward and adjusted her position before holding her Dad's erection and guiding it between her legs, sliding it through the moisture of her lips and then nestling it in her entrance. She slowly sank down over the tip, once again allowing it to complete her.

She slowly sank all the way down onto him, her core gripping him while he stretched her once again as his member pressed deep into her womb. She closed her eyes as the overwhelming thrill raced through her body.

She put her hands on top of her father's which held her hips firmly, "Oh my God Daddy. You make me feel so wonderful. I love this. I love you."

"I love you too, Ellie," the statement causing him to have a moment of clarity and acknowledge that the woman he was with was his little girl.

Ellie began to ride her father's shaft, rotating her hips as she traveled up and down its length. It was a very different sensation for Steve, the way Ellie rotated her hips throughout her motion was very different from the way Tammy would ride his member. It was skilled. It was different. It was new. And very exciting.

"God Ellie, that feels so good."

She smiled as she watched his face, slowing down to take her time to travel along his erection, exaggerating the movement of her hips, "Do you like that?"

"It's incredible El,"

"You make me feel incredible Daddy."

He held her hips and played with her breasts as she rode him, varying her speed and movements. She quickly raced to a place where her own pleasure became so intense that she had difficulty focusing on her rhythm, concentrating to stay on that edge.

She began to sense that he was approaching his climax, as his hands gripped and felt her ass, his hips began to thrust to meet hers and he began to say her name and close his eyes. She grabbed one of his hands and brought it up to her breast, arching her back to press her chest into its grip before allowing her body to take those final steps to the edge, rising and lowering a few more times before bracing herself, letting go and climaxing.

The sensation of her core spasming around him and the sight of his daughter trembling with pleasure pushed Steve to orgasm as well, every muscle in his pelvis and groin seemingly contracting and pulsing in unison. His hands held her tightly, pulling her down onto his hips, pressing up into her, needing to have all of her.

When they both finished, she slowly moved up and down his still hard erection several times with a smile across her face, very proud that she was able to do this for the man that gave her so much happiness. She then leaned forward and laid her sweaty body on top of his, still breathing heavily, his arms wrapping around and holding her.

After a long period of silence, simply enjoying the closeness of each other, Steve asked his daughter, "Are you going back to sleep?"

"Probably after you leave for work. Unless you can stay home."

"No, I have to get up. I can't be very late. I have some important meetings this morning."

Ellie moved off of her father's body and sat up in bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Steve sat up and embraced her, then kissed her forehead before he got out of bed and she watched his naked body as he walked around the bed where he paused, and then sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Ellie, we do need to talk about this. I mean, your mother's going to be home tonight."

"I know Daddy. Go shower and get ready for work. I'll make you coffee."

Steve got up and showered while Ellie walked to her room and grabbed a large T-shirt to pull over her naked body. She went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, leaning against the counter while still feeling the warmth and joy of her connection and thinking about what was next.

Before she knew it, the coffee was done and her father was walking into the kitchen, dressed in his tie for work. She quickly filled his travel mug and set it on the table in front of him as he sat down.

"Your Mom is supposed to be home around dinner. I think she lands at 5. Hopefully I'll be home early. I have to make sure the bedroom is clean."

"I'll take care of the bedroom Dad," Ellie told him, "Does that mean we aren't saying anything to her?"

"I don't know Ellie. I don't know what to do. I've never kept anything from her."

"She knows everything. If you don't tell her, she'll figure it out. She probably already knows, knowing her."

"Yeah," he paused, his mind racing, "I need to think this through. How would I even tell her?"

Steve thanked Ellie for the coffee and hugged her before he slipped out the garage door and headed to work. Ellie turned off the coffee pot and walked upstairs, climbing back into the master bed rather than her own, falling contently to sleep.

When Ellie woke up, she laid in bed and thought about the incredible time she'd just spent with her Dad in this bed, how their relationship had changed, how different she felt about him, how special he made her feel. But she also thought about her mother, wondering what this all meant. She had a special bond with her Mom and she felt some guilt for pushing her father when Tammy had told her to be careful. She felt some anxiety that their relationship would be forever damaged. And then in a weird way, she wondered if it might bring them closer, having something, rather someone, they now shared.

Never did she think this was a one time encounter, rather her mind worked to understand how it would now fit into the fabric of their lives.

Steve drove to work processing what had happened in his life since he left the corporate office yesterday. While he couldn't stop thinking about how incredible the sex was, how beautiful and sexual his daughter was, he also couldn't stop thinking about just that, he had sex with his daughter.

As he walked into the building, took the elevator up to his floor and walked through the rows of cubicles to his office, he became fixated, wondering what his life would be like if everyone knew what he had done.

He sat down in his office and pulled out materials to prepare for a budget meeting his team had with his director, but as he paged through the power point, all he could think about was Tammy's return.

As he worried, he told himself that what happened with Ellie was a one time encounter. It had to be, it shouldn't continue. He thought if he explained it to Ellie, if she understood, maybe he wouldn't need to tell Tammy.

But he knew how perceptive Tammy was, how intuitive she was, and he told himself that it would be difficult to keep this from her. He also knew how close Ellie was with her Mom and knew even if Tammy didn't recognize what had happened, Ellie would eventually share it with her. Regardless of Tammy's intuition, or Ellie's bond with her, Steve also knew he had always been honest with her.

While he thought about how to tell her, how she would react, and the myriad of consequences, his phone rang. It was Tammy.

He paused and then answered, "Hey Tammy, I thought you'd be in the air by now."

"Me too. There was weather here but we're getting ready to get on board," she paused, "So how was your night? Everything ok between you and Ellie."

He paused, "Yeah. Why?"

Tammy had been uneasy since she had left, "Steve, you know why. Did something happen?"

"Everything is fine Tammy."

When he didn't answer her question directly, when he deferred and didn't tell her that nothing happened, it confirmed for her the apprehension that had been weighing on her.

She decided not to push the issue. She thought it would be better if she prepared herself to deal with what had transpired, to think about what she would say, and how to move forward.

"Ok dear. I just wanted to check. I can't wait to get home to you."

"I can't wait to see you too. When do you think you'll be home?"

"I'll text when I land but I think it'll be closer to 10 when I get home."

"Ok. Safe flight. Love you."

"I love you too Steve," she said and hung up. She wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt. She felt a little numb, but mostly had a sense of being overwhelmed, recognizing that everything was now going to be different, and she had to shoulder the burden and help her family through this.

Ellie slept until just before lunch and when she woke up, she still felt a bliss from her new connection with her father. She sat on the master bed for only a few minutes before showering and getting dressed, wearing navy shorts and a white blouse.

She grabbed her bra, along with her skirt and top from the floor of the master bedroom and then stripped the sheets, putting them in the washing machine and starting the cycle. She pulled a different set out of the hall closet and made the bed perfectly, never realizing that her crimson thong was at her feet, under the bed next to Tammy's nightstand.

Ellie's thoughts were filled with the feeling of connection and intimacy that she felt with her father now, and no matter how much she tried to think about anything else, she always came back to him.

Steve got home later than he expected, especially for a Friday, but there were a few issues at work that he needed to address before the weekend began. When he walked in, Ellie was in the kitchen getting everything ready for dinner.

She immediately set down the knife she was using and turned to give him a hug and a kiss, "How was your day?" She felt a different sense of taking care of him now, a sense of pride that she had spent her day for him.

Steve was tired and weary from a day consumed with anxiety and worry. He was a man that could weather just about any storm, always able to focus on the important, always able to quickly formulate a plan, always ensuring he protected his family.

But now none of that was clear in his mind. He felt as though he had to choose between his wife and his daughter. He didn't know if he should end this with Ellie, if he should tell Tammy, let alone how, and he didn't see a path where no one was hurt.

But it wasn't like him to share his own personal struggles, so he simply answered his daughter, "It was fine, I'm glad it's the weekend."

She smiled, "And to see me?"

"Yes El, and to see you."

He looked and saw three place settings at the table, "I'm sorry Ellie, I should have texted. Mom's flight was delayed. She won't be here for dinner."

Ellie released her arms from around him, "Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah, she called this morning right after I got to work."

"And?," she paused, "Did you talk? About us?"

Steve sat down at the table and Ellie got him a beer and sat with him as he collected his thoughts.

He took a drink, "No. I didn't think that was something you tell someone on the phone."

"That's probably true. But did she ask?"

"She did."

"Well then she knows," Ellie grabbed his hand, "You know that right?"

She was simply confirming the thoughts he had in his head and he told her, "You're probably right."

Then he asked, "Ellie, what are we going to do?"

She looked at him wondering exactly what he was talking about when he continued, "We both know what I did was wrong."

She quickly cut him off, "What we did Daddy. What we did. You and me. I made that choice too. And I don't think it was wrong."

And then he asked the question, "Was last night and this morning, was that just that time? Was that something we just did that time and we move on?"

If she told him yes, and his mind hoped she would, it was limited to one night, and it would make repairing things with Tammy much easier as well as living with himself. But it would also crush a desire that he was now trying desperately not to acknowledge.

With an almost shocked look on her face, she asked, "Is that what you want?"

"I feel like that's what we should do."

She looked in his eyes and gripped his hand, "It's not what I want Daddy. I know no one thinks it's acceptable but no one knows and I don't care. Please tell me..."

He cut her off, "I'm not going to lie and say I don't want it too. It's just going to be so complicated and I'm worried about you and your Mom."

He saw an expression of relief on her face, "That's why we need to tell her Dad."

"I know. I'm not sure how."

"We will figure it out Dad. Have another beer and I'll cook. We can talk about it after you eat."

Ellie stood up and gave him a gentle reassuring kiss. Steve stood as well and headed upstairs trying to sort out the path that he had chosen. He walked in the master bedroom and noticed how crisp the bed looked, perfectly made. He changed out of his work clothes, returning to the kitchen, grabbing two beers before walking outside to join Ellie while she cooked.

He handed her a beer and watched her cook as he sat at the patio table, no longer trying to steal glances, rather admiring her body, and she very much enjoyed his attention. At times he was able to forget about the consequences of his actions, he could simply immerse himself in his desires, but it was never long before the weight of his decisions raced back to the forefront of his mind.

After dinner, Ellie and her father sat outside and talked about their situation, about Tammy, about how she would react. Steve told Ellie that he would talk to Tammy, but he didn't know when, and he was only going to explain to her what had happened without discussing any plans moving forward. Ellie agreed, but added that if her Mom directly asked her, she was going to be honest as well.

They spent the rest of the evening discussing less heavy topics, Steve's job, Ellie's CPA exam, baseball, the weather, until Tammy texted just after 9 to tell Steve that she had landed.

When Tammy finally got to her car, she felt a mixture of stress and resolve, worried primarily about the dynamic between her and Steve, wondering if his taste of a younger version of herself would weaken their bond or worse, lessen his desire for her.

But she also had a resolve to handle this, to ensure their family remained strong. She felt it was her matriarchal duty as a wife and a mother to handle problems and situations, to deal with the hurt, and to help heal and grow her family. And that's what she was going to do.

When she walked in with her carry on, she saw Ellie and Steve on the back patio. She grabbed a round of beers and walked outside to join them, giving each of them a kiss and a hug before sitting down next to Steve in her flight attendant dress.

They sat in collective denial, each of them trying to seem as though nothing had changed, wondering what the other was thinking, hoping the indiscretions wouldn't be brought up. Ellie asked Tammy about her trip, Steve asked what she bought when she went shopping.

When they finished their beers, Tammy sat up, "I love sitting out here at night, but I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to change and then just crawl in bed."

She stood up and kissed Steve who said he was right behind her and then Ellie who said she would clean up the empties and lock the back door.

Once Tammy walked inside, Steve looked at Ellie, "That went well right?"

"Yeah, but don't let that fool you Daddy, she's an expert at acting like she doesn't know anything."

"No, I'm not assuming anything. I know I have to tell her but at least it doesn't seem like it's tonight."

Steve stood up, feeling a sense of reprieve that he had seemingly avoided the conversation for the night. He kissed Ellie goodnight, a kiss that was now more than a simple peck, while her hand lingered on his hip.

When Tammy entered her bedroom, she immediately noticed the bed. Just the fact that it was made was out of the ordinary, Steve never made the bed, but it was made so well, she knew Ellie had to have done it with extra care.

She unpacked her travel bag and removed her makeup before changing into her cream camisole and short set. Steve walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. She loved his embrace, she loved feeling him pull her petite body into his muscular frame. It was comforting and that was what she needed, to be his.

As Steve brushed his teeth, Tammy went to get in bed and as she pulled the cover back, she realized something was under her toes. When she looked, she found the small ball of material of Ellie's crimson thong just under the edge of her bed. She felt hurt for a moment, betrayed by her husband and daughter, but then gathered herself, her selfless disposition reminding her that she had to be strong to get the family through this.

She crawled into bed, recognizing the sheets had been changed, her mind racing as she hadn't considered that her daughter would have slept with her husband in their bed. Her thoughts were interrupted as Steve sat down on the bed, turning on the TV before laying down next to her.

She curled up next to Steve and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against him.

"I missed you," she said quietly.

"I missed you too Tammy."

"I'm sure Ellie took care of you," Tammy said in a benign tone. But the question was calculated and it startled Steve, immediately feeling apprehension, preparing himself for the consequence of his actions.

He simply answered, "Yes she did."

Tammy propped her head up on her elbow, "I know how she took care of you Steve."

He didn't know how to answer, did he come clean or did he play along?

"What do you mean?"

"Steve, I know you gave in," her hand moving to his chest.

He felt a combination of guilt from what he had done, relief that it was out in the open, and fear of what lay ahead. "I'm sorry Tammy. I'm really sorry."

"I am too Steve. I shouldn't have let it go as far as I did. I should have put my foot down with her. I shouldn't have left you alone with her."

"It's not her fault. It's mine. You said I was the adult. I knew that and yet I gave in. I'm really sorry Tammy. I wish I had been stronger."

"I know Steve, but now it's done. It's not like we can pretend it didn't happen. We have to deal with it now. We'll figure it out."

Steve was surprised at her reaction. He didn't expect it and wondered if she was in shock. "Are you ok Tammy? I know I must have hurt you, I feel horrible about that."

"I don't know how I feel, Steve. I mean I'm upset, this is a big deal, my husband is having sex with my daughter. It's a lot to deal with. But this is what I need to know. Now that you've slept with her, does that change how you feel about me?"

Surprised by the question, wondering how she now felt about him, he quickly answered, "No Tammy, absolutely not. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you. I feel so guilty for what I've done to us."

He pulled her more tightly against him, he wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure if he should. She desperately wanted to believe it was true, and hoped it was true. As they laid there silently, Steve felt a need to tell her that he loved her and then promised he wouldn't let it happen again.

"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, surprising him.

"What?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. If she feels like I felt after I first had sex with you, I mean, it's probably all she can think about. I know all of this is wrong, you do too, and it should have never happened, but it did. If I tell her, if we tell her, that it was a mistake and it can't happen again, it will devastate her."

Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing from his wife. He had potentially expected threats of divorce and now she was going to accept the taboo relationship.

Tammy sat up and crossed her legs, looking at Steve, talking quietly, "If this ends, she will be obsessed with flirting with you and jealous of me. You will always look at her and think about last night, and how she felt in your hands and you will start to compare our sex to that. And I will always wonder if you want her more than me and my trust of you will be gone whenever I'm not with you. It'll destroy us."

Steve sat up against the headboard, "So what are you saying?"

"I don't know really. I can't believe my mind is here but I think it's the only solution. There will have to be rules, I'm not competing with her, and she's not your wife. I haven't figured it out because we have to figure it out together. You and me. And probably her too."

Steve reached out and held her hand, "How did you know?"

"I knew it was going to happen before I even left. I had a feeling. That's why I blame myself. But when you didn't answer me this morning when I asked if anything had happened, that's when I was pretty certain."

"Sorry. I didn't think having the conversation on the phone was right, and I couldn't lie, but I also wasn't ready to say anything."

"I know you can't lie to me. I also know you don't make the bed or change the sheets," Tammy paused, "And I found your daughter's thong under the bed."

Embarrassed, Steve apologized.

"Let's get some sleep, we have a challenging day ahead of us."

Tammy laid back down next to her husband and he pulled her tightly to his body. They both fell asleep knowing their lives had been changed forever.

To be continued...