Daddy is the Best, Part 2

I went to sleep that night secure in the knowledge that I was no longer a little girl but had graduated to a full fledged woman. I was no longer a virgin, thanks to my Daddy, and I had received much more than a sore pussy. I now knew what it felt like to make love with a guy and with that knowledge I would have the confidence to meet my young life head on with no fears.

Well, I might be exaggerating just a little but during the remaining weeks of school, everybody would ask me what was so different about me. I would walk with my head up and look straight ahead knowing what my Daddy had taught me how to make love with the most wonderful man in the whole world, my Daddy. And with that knowledge, I was determined to go forth and experiment with my new found gifts.

I began walking right up to the cutest guys in my class and boldly start flirting with them. I soon discovered that all I was doing was scaring them all off and pissing off all the other girls to boot, so that didn’t work. Then I tried playing it real coy and shy. All that that accomplished was that I was stupid and all alone, so that didn’t work either. So I decided to once again take my problem to my Daddy.

I waited until that night, after I thought my sister Kelly had gone to her room, and went down to the family room where he generally watched TV. But when I got there, he was no where to be found. I checked in the kitchen and in his office down stairs but no Daddy. So I went to his bedroom to see if he was all right. I was just about to knock on his door when I heard a too familiar noise coming from inside.

I carefully turned the door knob and slowly swung the door open an inch or two to see what my Daddy was doing. I saw him laying there but who was under his naked body. Who was Daddy making love with? I was in shock; I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. My Daddy was doing it to somebody else and he was loving every moment of it.

I should have closed the door and ran to my room. It wasn’t any business of mine what my Daddy was doing, he’s a grown man, but he is really putting it to her, whoever she is. I didn’t hear anyone come in so who can it be. It’s just Kelly and me in here and I know isn’t Kelly, or is it? I looked again but couldn’t see who was under my Daddy’s thrashing body. All I could see was the ladies knees sticking straight up in the air and they, they, they looked awfully familiar. I had seen them before. It was Kelly! What’s she doing making love with my Daddy?

I must have gasped or made a noise loud enough to stop my Daddy in mid hump because he turned to see me staring right at him and Kelly. “OH SHIT!” he said real loud and rolled off of my sister as he tried to hide himself from my eyes. My look must have told him volumes and then I slammed the door and ran up to my room.

I was mortified by the fact that I felt betrayed by both of them and that I had been caught spying on my Daddy. I burst into tears and buried my face in my pillow and wished I could pull the world over my head and never see the light of day ever again. I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry any more tears so I just lay there waiting for my world to come crashing down all around me. I wished that I could have died that very night.

I was brought out of my self pity by a soft little knock at my door. “Go away!” I responded.

In a second there was another knock followed by my sister’s voice saying, “Sis, can I come in?”

“No, go away I said!” I repeated.

“I can’t do that Sis. I’m going to come in whether you want me to or not, so you might as well say yes,” she sounded determined.

The door opened but I didn’t turn to see my sister’s entrance into the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and cleared her throat. It took two times of clearing before she started to speak. “Sis, I know you must hate me and I don’t blame you if you do. I didn’t mean for it to happen this time, I really didn’t. I went to Dad’s room to tell him that I thought it was neat about you and him. You know, how he taught you and everything. Well, he said that he really didn’t want to do it because you were so young and everything but I told him that you were a changed girl since that evening. Well he gave me a hug and then a kiss and, well you know what a kisser he is, and then one thing led to another and, well, we did it. It was so great to be with him again until you came in and saw us. Well, that ended that, and I guess that I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that you saw us. But I’m not sorry that we did it.”

Her confession took a second to sink in and when it did, I realized that she had admitted that it wasn’t the first time they had been together like that. They had made love before and she wasn’t sorry about making love to Daddy.

“You’ve been with him before?” I asked tentatively. “When? How long ago?”

“Oh, it was right after Mom died, maybe a couple of months or so. I was walking down the hall to the downstairs bathroom when I heard something coming from his room. The door was closed and as I listened at the door, I suddenly heard him crying. I opened the door to see if he was hurt and he told me that he was. His heart yearned for Mom and that he missed her so much. I went to him and he started kissing me and hugging me and before you knew it, we had our clothes off and he taught me all about loving a guy, just like he taught you the other night.”

I looked on with a blank look on my face. I remembered what he said about teaching someone else about sex and, what did he say, something about it not turning out so well. Did he mean taking Kelly’s virginity?

“How long did it last, I mean you two doing it together,” I inquired.

“Oh about three months I think,” she responded.

“What caused it to end?” I asked, even though I knew it was none of my business.

“I thought that I got pregnant,” she said in an almost matter of fact way.

My eyes must have bulged out of my head when I heard this so she added hurriedly, “But I wasn’t, I was only late.