Jonathon Black - The family Man

“Oh? Well, that seems to me a pretty strange way to go about it. Are you sure it isn't your problem that you're worried about?”

“Dan, please don't! Not in front of the girl. You'll give her the wrong idea about everything. Let me see you alone for a minute.”

His eyes were hard and icy as he glared at her. “I don't think we have anything to say to each other, Brenda. Why don't you just put your clothes on and leave.”

Even the woman's voluptuous body couldn't still the resentment that boiled inside him. She had violated his trust and lied to him. Performing a lesbian act with his daughter was more than he could stand, and his coolness was like a dark cloud hanging in the room.

“Daddy,” Jo said meekly, “I wish you would talk to her. This was kinda my fault too, and she was only trying to help.”

Dan felt a dead calm creep over him as he scanned the lush contours of their bodies, one a virgin nymph whose tender pussy had never been penetrated by a stiff prick, the other a woman who had admittedly participated in every sexual experience possible for an adult female to indulge in. It slowly dawned on him that it was only natural for Jo to seek out a friendly woman who knew the score and who would be able to teach her the ramifications of sex.

“All right,” Dan said finally, seeing little to be gained by not permitting at least an explanation, “let's go in the living room, Brenda. Jo, you stay here. I may want to chat with you later.”

The brunette gathered up her things, and after giving the girl a consoling smile, followed Dan down the hall and into the front room. She dropped her clothes on the couch, then went to her purse for cigarettes and lit one when she sat down. “Why don't we have a drink, Dan? I'm sure we could both use one.”

He nodded mutely, glancing at the dark nipples protruding from her immense breasts and the pink curl-fringed slash between her tantalizing thighs before turning toward the kitchen. Returning with two glasses, he handed her one then took a seat directly across from her where he could have a clear view to all her bounteous endowments.

“Okay, Brenda, I'm waiting to hear what you have to say.”

She leaned back with her legs splayed, counting on her more than abundant charms to aid her argument. Taking a moment, she chose her words carefully, realizing this was no time to start a rift between them. “Darling, you've got one very upset little girl on your hands, whether you know it or not. I don't know about Peg, but Jo's in a blue funk. She told me what you two did, and she simply can't understand it. It makes sense, because evidently no one has bothered to sit her down and tell her the facts of life.”

Chagrin made Dan's face flush, and he was at a loss as to how to reply. It wasn't easy to admit anal fornication, with your own daughter, even to someone as close as Brenda. This was something he hadn't expected, and he was momentarily confused as he groped for an explanation, knowing full well that mere was none.

“I know how you must feel, Dan, or at least a little bit of it anyway. Believe it or not, I was once in the same boat that Jo's in now.”

“You were?”

“That's right. It was my dad, too. I was only thirteen when he started horsing around with my tits and cunny, and a few months later he went all the way and fucked me.”

“Christ! You mean he took your cherry?”

Brenda nodded. “And you know something? I'm not a bit sorry that he did. At least he knew what he was doing, and I didn't go through half the grief that other girls did with fumbling kids. Oh, sure, I was scared when it happened, but afterward I realized that it wasn't bad at all.”

“Am I following you correctly?” Dan asked dubiously. “Are you saying I should screw the girls in order to break them in properly?”

“Well, you've certainly started in that direction, haven't you? As I said, I have no idea what you've done to Peggy, but Jo is certainly in a dilemma. I don't think it's because she didn't like it so much. She just doesn't know why you'd want to do those kind of things to her.” The brunette set her glass on the table next to her and looked across at him frankly. “Why don't you use your knowledge and go all the way, Dan? Wouldn't it be better than having some young boy frighten them out of their wits?”

“That's impossible,” he said, snorting with disgust. “I'd be even more of a sonofabitch than I already am. My God, we're talking about incest, not some childish game we could play.”

The woman sighed and lit another cigarette. “Of course, it's up to you, but I know from my experience and other girl's that your lovely daughters are going to discover sex one way or the other, and the way they're built, you're going to have problems if you don't keep it in the family.”

Dan crossed his legs and shook his head, unsure and mystified as he watched Brenda rise and begin dressing. He still couldn't believe there was any moral justification in performing sexual acts with his girls for the sole purpose of educating them, no matter what he had already done.

“You say you know other women mat had that type of experience with their fathers?”

“Quite a few, Dan,” she replied, zipping up her skirt while she stepped into her shoes. “It's not quite as unusual as you may think, though most girls won't admit it openly. There's still a social stigma to incest that keeps hanging on.”

“And you still maintain I should have sex acts with them to overcome their ignorance?”

“I truly do, Dan.” She picked up her purse and cigarette, then moved over in front of him, her dark eyes warm and sincere. “You're not still mad at me, are you? I was only trying to help out.”

“No, I guess not. It's going to take me a while to digest all this, though.”

Brenda bent over to plant a kiss on his lips. “It didn't hurt me, honey. If it hadn't been for my dad, I might never have known how fantastic sex can be. Look, I've got to run, now. Think about what I said. I'll call you after a while and see what's happened. If you don't do anything else, at least talk to them and see what they think.”

“We'll see.” He walked her to the door and held it open.

“'Bye, dear. And good luck.”

“Thanks. I'll need it.”

Dan watched her go down the walk, and saw why he hadn't noticed her car earlier. She was driving a different one, probably because of the sale she'd made to Carpenter. He shook his head at her seemingly irresponsible spending, walked over to finish his drink, then returned to Jo's room. The girl was still sitting on the bed naked, thumbing through a magazine that she put aside when he entered.

“I don't know what to make of all this, baby,” he said, sitting down next to her, “but I must admit I'm a little disappointed over what you did. Why on earth did you tell Brenda about us, then come in here with her?”

“You're disappointed in me?” the girl asked evenly, trying to suppress the sudden fury she felt. “What about what you did, and what you made me do? God, I'm so uptight I'm almost sick! All I wanted Brenda to do was talk to me! Jeez, Dad, I didn't think she'd go as far as she did! It surprised me, too!”

“Easy, now. Take it easy. Let's approach this like intelligent people. I'm very sorry for what happened, Jo. I mean that. I'd give anything if it hadn't. It was something I couldn't control.”

Jo turned sideways and looked at him beseechingly. “But why, Dad? Just tell me why, that's all. I don't get it. Nobody's ever told me about things like that. God, if I knew, I'd feel a lot better. Is it so hard to talk about? Is it too dirty to tell me?”

Expelling a deep breath, Dan rubbed his forehead. This was far beyond his realm, but he was trapped. After what he had put her through, Jo deserved to be told about it, no matter how badly he botched it up.