My daughter Annie2

Annie was not a woman to argue with. She was very bright. She
could have majored in anything in college and done well. When she
had her mind made up, she could move mountains. I had resigned
myself to the fact that my daughter was going to call the shots. It
was actually okay, because I didn’t have to explain our actions to
anyone in the world. The only other living relatives I had were
three sisters, and they all lived miles away and never visited. And
if they did, Annie was cool enough to make an adjustment to our
sleeping arrangements. Yet I was haunted with my old values of
right and wrong.

While Annie nursed Eve, I made reservations. Moving her “things”
into my bedroom was kind of a joke anyway. She already was using
my bathroom and had all her stuff in there. She had been using her
mother’s closet, so except for her body being next to me in bed, she
was already moved into my room. I stood there in my one button
suit, calling a nice restaurant while my daughter was sitting nude
on the couch nursing Eve. Actually Eve had more clothes on than
either of the adults did. When she finished feeding Eve, Annie
handed her to me and told me to change her diaper and get
her ready while she got ready.

I undid Eve’s wet diaper and looked at her in all her purity and
innocence. I looked at that tiny slit and thought to myself how
that would someday be a great attraction to some man. But now
it was a source of inconvenience for the adults around her. I
chuckled as I powdered her bottom and wrapped her up tightly
in a dry diaper. “Do you understand what’s happening here Eve?
I’m not sure I do. If you do ever find out and you probably will,
please understand and love me and your mother. We love you
so very much.”

Dinner was wonderful. Annie and I talked from our hearts. We
talked about so many things. I would sit back and just marvel
a the intelligence of my daughter. Tears started in my eyes.

“What’s wrong Daddy?”

“A few months ago I felt so alone. And now I have everything.
I’ve seen the looks of the men who walk by. They notice what
a beauty you are. But none of them knows just how bright you
are. You could have been anything in this world. I guess I’m just
the luckiest man in the world. You’re everything a man could
want. And you love me.”

“Wow. For once I’m speechless. How can I possibly respond?”
she grabbed my hand and with a gentle squeeze she said, “Father,
your wrong. We are so lucky to have each other.” (When I heard
her use the term ‘Father’ I knew this was from her heart.)

Our dinner went very well. And as we drove home, Annie couldn’t
have sat closer to me unless she sat on my lap to drive. We put Eve
down for the night in the crib which I moved in with us and got
ready for bed ourselves. I have always been one who believed that
pajamas were to be used only in case of a fire. Annie was the same
way.

She laid on the top of the covers and asked me to rub some oil and
cocoa butter on her small stretch marks. An unfair price women
pay to give life. I did this with great relish, and love for her.
And soon this which would be a nightly routine became a labor
of love for me.

She went into the bathroom and I heard her pee. Even the sound
of a woman peeing had been missing in my life. That hissing
sound as the amber fluid rushes past her inner and outer lips is
so distinctive. I laid there and listened to it like it was music.

Annie crawled into bed with me and immediately embraced me. Her
young smooth body with that youthful soft skin felt so nice. Our
relationship to each other soon became a non issue. We didn’t
immediately jump on each other, but instead we talked.

Annie started with, “Mother and I used to talk a lot about sex
after I went to college. She used to tell everything about the
sexual relations the two of you enjoyed.”

“Everything!?”

“Yes Daddy, everything.”

I snorted at the idea. Marty wouldn’t give away all our little
fun things. Annie just got some things, not everything. “Annie
I doubt she said too much.”

Annie started to giggle, “well let’s see. She said you were kinky.
The two of you used to play pee games in the shower. You used
to love to hear her pee. That’s why I left the door open. I knew
you liked to hear it.”

“Groan”

“You hate to come first. You had to know that Mother had an
orgasm before you tried to have one. She told me how she would
sometimes fake hers just to have you cum first.”

“She never did. I would have known she was acting.”

“She did that because she used to love to then have you masturbate
her with your fingers getting your cum all over your fingers and
rubbing her clit with it. It was a real turn on for her because she
knew you really didn’t care to do it, but she could get you horny
enough.”

“She did, did she? And…”

“She said that the most exciting about sex with you was that it
was fun. She said you made sex play and not just sex.”

“Well that’s true. I have always felt it was such a pleasure
that it had to be fun. I never use the word ‘fuck’ when it comes
to sex because it sounds like something you’re doing to someone
and not with. I don’t always use the term ‘love making’ because
it sounds like you’re having to work at it. I love the concept of
fore play, because sex isn’t serious, it’s play. Victorian wives
made it work, making babies makes it work, but it was given to
us to have fun with. To play.”

“That’s what I have always wanted. To get enjoyment from sex
to make it fun.”

“It is fun Annie. Didn’t we have fun this afternoon? Was there any
work involved? And don’t get exercise confused with work.”

“It was wonderful! I have never enjoyed it so much in my life.”

“It was wonderful because it didn’t have a purpose to it. We just
got caught up with each other. We played.”

“Mother used to say that she was so inexperienced about sex before
the two of you were married. She didn’t know if your cock was
bigger than normal or smaller.