Adventures with my Daughter

Adventures with my Daughter. Author: Jetadore. The story is including Fiction, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Romance Genres. This is the first part of my series – “Adventures with my Daughter”. It is a work of fiction and contains no events that actually took place between an adult and an adolescent in this reality.

Adventures with my Daughter – Part 1

Author: Jetador

Part One: We become lovers

As with most sexual relationships, the one with my daughter developed over time. We have always been close but grew closer following her mother’s leaving us when Pammy turned six. This was a traumatic time for her, just as she was entering school and beginning to understand some of what it means to be a young lady and not the tomboy she had been to that point. While she had her happy days, she also became more introspective and quiet following her mother’s departure. I truly missed the reckless little sprite she’d been and hoped that she would get back some of that energy some day.

I am an older dad having married Pammy’s mother when I was already 30. At 44 I am fairly athletic and keep in good shape. Keeping up with Pammy has me running her all over the place, but we also enjoy outdoors activities like hiking and canoeing. I had the snip-snip operation in my early 30s when having another child with my wife was no longer an option. Lovemaking was more passionate with her for a time, but she eventually traded me in for a young executive she met on a business trip and so it goes.

Pammy and I live in a medium-sized town in the Midwest and have connections to the community like most people. We are a bit more private than some, but we do get out and have a good time whenever we like. I work at an insurance company and do well enough to provide us with a comfortable lifestyle. Pammy goes to school, is in Girl Scouts, and is an excellent gymnast. She has won several competitions but doesn’t imagine that she’ll go on much beyond high school. She accesses the on-line world, but she is more the reader than the social networker. I check her laptop’s history from time to time and haven’t found anything worrisome.

At the age of 14, she is willowy and athletic, about 5’2”. She runs from place to place rather than strolling like most girls her age and often leaps over the last several stairs to the floor below. She has longish brown hair, dark, sparkling eyes, and a smile that would turn a monk to devilry. She is just starting to develop the curves that will define her as an adult but her firm body is a joy to regard.

I have been doing just that for awhile now, regarding her body. At first, I was just checking her as she grew from childhood to adolescence. Making sure she was healthy and on the watch for injuries from her practices. She has always dressed in loose clothing around the house: shorts, an old t-shirt, a loose sweatshirt.

Even at school she dresses as though she were lounging around the house. It is only at gymnastic sessions that she dons tight, body-hugging leotards and it was at a recent practice that I began to notice that my darling girl was changing in ways that have become a source of confusing and contradictory thoughts for me.

Pammy’s breasts had begun to mound and fill out. I noticed that afternoon as she pushed through her routines that her nipples stood out against the fabric of her clothing. The effort of spinning and vaulting and leaping all around the practice floor was causing her young body to respond in ways she might not be aware of yet.

But I became very aware as I watched her and my body responded in a way that I found disconcerting, to say the least. I finally had to force myself to look away from her as my eyes had become glued to her sinuous curves. It seemed like it was time to consider certain layers of clothing to protect her from other’s stares, and my own. I mentally reviewed which female in her life might be able to give her that advice. And wondered if I was up to it myself.

In the car on the way home, Pammy seemed a little preoccupied. I thought that she might be thinking about her routines or an up-coming event. She kept glancing over at me and finally asked me if she could ask me a question. She usually just blurts out whatever is on her mind so I knew this was a big one.

– Daddy?

– Sure, honey. What’s up?

– Well, Daddy. I was just wondering something.

– Yes? What are you wondering about, sweetie?

– Well, I saw you looking at me during practice.

– Yeah, I was, Pammy. So?

– It was more like you were staring, not just looking? Was something wrong?

Yes, something was wrong. At least in my mind. How could I explain without scaring her?

– Well, Pammy. Don’t get upset, but I was just noticing that your body is beginning to change. And, I don’t know, I got to thinking that my little girl wasn’t so little anymore. I worry about you in so many ways, that you might get hurt or that someone else will hurt you. I’m trying to make sure that you’re okay and, well, that your …

There was a longish silence on both our parts and I was afraid that Pammy was upset and even grossed out by my observing her so closely. Finally,

– That my what, Daddy?

– That your body is growing normally. This is new territory for me, sweetie, and I don’t want to miss anything that I’m supposed to take care of.

My beautiful daughter looked at me intently for a time and then leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder. This was not what I expected but then, this was my daughter who often

surprised me with her reactions and antics. Pammy sighed softly and set her hand on my arm as I drove.

– Daddy, I love you. Thanks for keeping tabs on me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

– And I don’t know what I’d do without you, honey.

We drove to the house and went in for dinner.

Over the next couple of weeks, I noticed a change in Pammy around the house. A lot less bouncing and jumping and sliding across the floor. I’d catch her staring at me from time to time and even, not sure if I was right, checking me out. While we watched TV, she’d sit across from me on the couch and her gaze would wander over towards me where I sat in my recliner.

Pammy had always worn loose clothing around the house but now her choices seemed to go to shorter and tighter tops and bottoms. When I looked at her, I could more clearly make out those curves I’d seen that day at the gym. She moved more slowly, but she also moved in ways that highlighted those curves: bending over at the fridge produced panty lines across her firm behind, leaning back at the sink tightened the fabric across her budding breasts, knees up near her face on the couch outlined her … My goodness! I was staring again. And Pammy seemed to be orchestrating my gazes.

All of this came to a head one Friday evening when a sudden storm blew up the coast and gymnastics practice was canceled. No one dared go out onto the roads and so we settled in for a night of board games. Pammy had already changed into her leotard for practice and decided to leave it on. I didn’t think much about it at the time as I was busy getting out the games, making popcorn and pouring drinks.

We sat down on the couch and started playing and chatting about our day, mine at work, hers at school. Pammy told me that a lot of the girls in her grade were beginning to date, but that she wasn’t really interested. Too much talk about clothes, and makeup and school dances. She was, however, wanting to know something about what went on when the kids went outside during the dances. They always came back in looking a bit disheveled. She had also heard some other talk about kissing and touching and seemed curious about what that might be like.

So, I cautiously launched into a rambling description of what did go on and how I wanted her to wait until she was ready and found the right guy and …

– Daddy. I think I’ve found the right guy.

I mentally went over all the boys I had seen her talking or walking with at home and out in public. A couple went into my “destroy on sight” file, three didn’t seem worth the bother, but one came up as a concern. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried about any of the boys her own age because what came next sent all of that data spinning out of my head.

– You have, Pammy? What’s he like?

– Well, he’s very handsome. He’s tall and pretty athletic. He makes me laugh and really likes me. I spend a lot of time with him and wish I could be with him more.

I still didn’t have a clue and became more worried as it seemed I had missed this mysterious beau entirely.

– Can you tell me who he is, sweetie? Or is it a secret?

Pammy turned towards me on the couch, the game forgotten, the popcorn going cold. She looked right into my eyes and reached out to hold my hands in her strong little ones. What a beautiful girl I had for a daughter!

– No, Daddy, I can tell you.

She paused, licked her lips (I noticed now how full her lips had become) and what she said next hit me like a ton of bricks.

– It’s you, Daddy. You’re the right guy for me.

Pause.

– That’s really sweet, Pammy, but I was asking about your boyfriend. The one who makes you laugh, the one you want to spend more time with.

She laughed and said it again.

– It’s you, Daddy. You’re the one I want to be with all the time. You’re the one who makes me laugh. There isn’t any silly boy, just you. I love just you.

I didn’t know what to say. Here was the love of my life, an expression taking on a very different meaning from two minutes before, telling me that she thought of me as her boyfriend? How had this happened? And then I thought about the conversation after that gym practice and the way she had been posing around the house in tighter than usual clothing. And I got it! She really did think of me as her boyfriend, or something else entirely.

We had the talk. The one where I try to convince her, half-heartedly, that she couldn’t love me “in that way”. She smiled and shook her head at all the right places and just when I thought I had convinced her about her folly, she pulled herself up against me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me in a way that I hadn’t been kissed since my first girlfriend back in 6th grade. And, after a moment, after that first delicious moment of contact, I kissed her back.