“I don't understand,” Jamie said, fixing me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a lock of her wavy blond hair.
“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.
“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.
“Really? Why not?”
“I don't know. Just nervous, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in the movies and stuff, but I'm just not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”
“Tongue kissing can be very nice. It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with the lips closed, so it's not something you should really do in public or with someone you don't like a lot,” I replied.
“Tongue kissing is the same thing as French kissing, right?” Jamie asked.
“Yes.”
“I don't know how to do that. Will you show me how to French kiss?”
“Oh honey, I don't know ....”
“Dad, come on! I really want to know, and you said you would help me,” she whined.
I sat there looking at my lovely blond daughter, so much more a woman than a c***d now, so pretty, so desirable, her full, soft lips looking moist and ready, her big blue eyes looking worried, and her breast pressing against my arm. I really did want to kiss her, and not like a father should. “You realize, honey, that this is something fathers and daughters don't normally do.”
“Okay.”
“This must remain strictly between us. You can't tell Melody or Kiersten or anyone about this,” I said.
/> “I won't. Now please, Dad, teach me how to kiss.”
I was sweating. A big part of me wanted to run from the room, but a part of me that was getting bigger wanted me to stay right there.
“Not a word,” I said as I stroked my fingertips along Jamie's jaw.
“I swear,” she said, her gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes.
“Okay, follow my lead,” I said, lowering my lips to hers.
The first kiss wasn't much more than our usual pecks on the lips that we exchanged from time to time. I held it longer than usual, but I was doing all I could to exercise some restraint. When I pulled back, she said, “That was nice.”
“It was,” I agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.
This time, my hand went to her shoulder to pull her in a little closer. Still with our lips closed, we kissed a few times. Her hand strayed up to caress my hair. Oh dear lord, what am I getting myself into?
“Relax your lips,” I breathed, as I allowed just the tip of my tongue to touch them. I could feel a slight shiver run through her body as my tongue first tasted hers.
I pulled back to look at her again. “How was that?” I asked.
“I want to do it some more,” she murmured, placing her lush lips against my mouth. This time, it was her tongue that darted tentatively against mine.
When we broke apart, I saw that the worried look in her beautiful eyes had been replaced by one of pleasure. We pulled each other together, and I sucked her lower lip between mine. I felt her breath quicken with my gentle suction, and when I released her, she let out a sigh.
As we kissed again, her tongue parted my lips, and reflexively, I gently sucked on the tip of it, pulling it into my mouth. When I did that, I heard a soft moan come from her, and both her hands gently held my head in place. We enjoyed this kiss for a while, our tongues dancing softly against each other.
I looked carefully at my daughter. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes were wide and sparkling, and her pouty lips stayed slightly parted. My cock was like a steel rod.
“Now my nipples are hard,” she breathed. “Look.”
I did. She pulled her top tight against herself, answering my question about a bra, and allowing me to see the pebbles under her shirt. They looked wonderful