Family Lessons 2

Cindy came home crying. She had had a particularly bad day because her boyfriend Jeff had broken off with her, or rather, she had caught him in a lie about not going out with another girl. It wasn’t that Cindy minded him having other girls, it was just the lying. She couldn’t stand the deception, and Jeff was mostly interested in himself anyway, never paying attention to Cindy’s wants.

Maybe it was for the best, but still, it was her last year of high school and all the boys her age seemed so childish. She hoped the college boys would be more mature, maybe enough so she could call them college men, but somehow she doubted it. Maybe an older man was what she needed.

Her eyes were still red from crying when Jamey got home from work. Sara had to work late on Wednesdays and Brad had gone out to play basketball with some friends, so the house was empty when Cindy got home. She was dabbing at her eyes on the sofa when Jamey walked in, loosening his tie.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, flinging the tie loose and removing his jacket. “Another tough day with Jeff?”

“Oh, Daddy,” she said. “He’s such a jerk. All he cares about is himself.”

“There, that’s okay,” Jamey said, sitting down beside his daughter and putting an arm around her shoulder. “All men are jerks sometimes.”

Cindy cried softly onto her father’s shoulder for a few minutes while he stroked her silky strawberry blonde hair. “Not you, Daddy,” she said. “You’re never a jerk. Always kind and loving and warm.” She cuddled closer to him and he felt her breast brush against his chest, sending a spasm of electricity through his body.

“Yes, even me, I’m afraid,” he said, as he slipped his hand from her shoulder to under her arm, feeling the edge of her other breast just under his fingertips.

“But you wouldn’t ever lie to me, would you? I mean that’s more important than fooling around isn’t it–lying about it?” She pulled back a little to look up into Jamey’s strong gray eyes, and his hand trailed down her back, feeling the outline of her bra.

“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t lie to you. I love you way too much. But you’re young and beautiful and smart and it won’t be long before you have another boyfriend.”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” she said, “or is that just a Dad thing?”

“Well, stand up and let’s have a look,” he said.

Cindy bounced up and spun around for her father’s inspection. Her curly hair fanned out softly as she spun, and then she straightened it back into place and smoothed her tight top across her firm, high breasts. So much like her mother’s, Jamey thought. Deliciously firm, tasty, and sensitive to his touch. She wriggled her hips a little, sending flutters down her short skirt and raising it seductively as she turned and swished her butt at him, her long legs flashing brightly.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, batting her eyes playfully.

“Oh, yes, honey, you are very definitely beautiful. Come and sit with me.” He beckoned with his open arms and Cindy plopped down in his lap, putting her arms around his neck.

“I just wish the guys I met were more like, well, like you,” she said snuggling her head into the hollow of his throat and pressing both breasts against her father’s chest.

Jamey looked at his daughter as she lay against him, and felt her butt wriggle more firmly into his lap.