Chapter 1 - Discovery
(mf)
by Art Martin
In this 6 part story, Eric, a single dad has a problem, his horny young teen daughter is sexually promiscuous. What to do?
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I was devastated by the untimely death of my wife, Kate. She had been complaining of headaches and when they became unbearable, she finally went to see a doctor about them. After a battery of tests over a two week period, the diagnosis was in, brain cancer. When chemo didn't work, there wasn't anything to do, but to make her comfortable. That meant painkillers, massive doses of painkillers while her condition rapidly worsened. After about two months, it was all over and she was finally at peace, leaving me and our nine year old daughter, Cassie, to grieve and to pick up the pieces.
Thinking back, I don't recall Cassie being so touchie-feelie before Kate's death. But afterwards... It was innocent enough. She began laying her hands on me and stroking me with her fingers. Mostly it was on my shoulders or my back, but sometimes if I wasn't wearing a shirt, she'd stroke my bare chest. Now this didn't just happen all of a sudden or anything, but gradually, so gradual that I didn't realize that what she was doing might be bordering upon... inappropriate. But by then, I couldn't very well tell her to keep her hands to herself. The touches were loving and truth be told, I loved it.
By the time Cassie was twelve and beginning to physically mature, it was a regular feature for me to be lounging about in the evening on the sofa in just my boxer shorts and letting her all but feel me up. She loved to play with my navel and seemed to get a charge at making my nipples stiffen. Mind you, there was no touching of my genitals, just my face, chest, back, legs, and tummy.
Cassie was an early bloomer. She began puberty early and before she had turned twelve, she had taken on curves. She was definitely something of an anomaly in her fifth grade class, being the only girl not flat chested. I noticed, but then I was buying her new larger bras every other month it seemed. We had a talk about how and why her body was changing and what to expect when she started menstruating. With her shoulder length curly chestnut color hair and sparkling light blue eyes, she was a pretty girl and a looker, but then I was and still am prejudiced. We also talked a little about boys, but not in any great detail. I certainly didn't conduct a show-and-tell session with her!
On her thirteenth birthday, we had a party at the house with all her middle-school friends. That's when I noticed that she liked to lay on the hands with guys. Nothing untoward happened, probably because the guys her age were clueless, but I knew that sooner rather than latter, the guys would see that as a positive sexual signal and act upon it accordingly. I told myself that I would talk to her about it in more detail and hoped that she wouldn't become sexually active for a few more years. I did talk to her, but she just looked at me as if she didn't understand what I was talking about.
Now, life as a single dad is tough. I not only had to look after her and the house, but make a living as well. Nothing new to single moms, that's for sure, but it was tough nonetheless. My work schedule at the local community college where I taught computer skills, required me to teach some of my classes at night. In my case, Tuesday and Thursday nights. On those nights, I wouldn't get home until well after nine PM. Cassie, who assumed the duty of cooking for us, would always have my dinner ready when I got home. Her grades were excellent and whenever I called home to check up on her, she was there, so I wasn't particularly worried about what she might be up to. Maybe I should have been.
Of course when I realized there was a problem, it was too late to do anything about it. That realization came on a Tuesday night. A dump truck or something ran into the main transformer serving the college and the power went out. With no hope of restoring electricity before the morning, all classes were dismissed. So I head home, fat, dumb and happy. Into the house I go unannounced to find my thirteen year old daughter naked underneath a naked boy who was pumping away. Well, that was a revelation! The kid, grabbed his clothes and made a hasty retreat out the back patio doors, leaving Cassie to face me alone.
I'm proud to say I kept my cool, saying nothing while she lay there naked for a few moments before scurrying off to her room. I gave her a few minutes to get something on (and let my erection recede) before I walked into her room without knocking. She was dressed, sitting on her bed, her eyes watery.
"Who was that boy?" I calmly asked.
"Troy," she whispered.
"Do I know Troy?"
"I don't think so."
"He looks older than your other friends."
"He is. He's in the eighth grade."
"Eight grade... I see..." There was a long pause as I searched for the right words. "Have you been doing this with Troy for very long."
"Not really," she replied.
"How long?"
"Once or twice."
"Once or twice? You're not sure how many times you've had sex with Troy?"
She hesitated and then said, "No, sir."
"Are you in love with him?"
"No! Not really."
"He's not your boyfriend? You just have sex with him."
"Sort of."
"What do mean, sort of?"
"He's kind of a jerk. But... I don't know, Daddy...
"Are you mad at me, Daddy?"
"I, uh, you... you're awfully young to be having sex with boys. You need to be careful. You don't want to catch something... and, uh, you should be careful of your reputation."
She then laughed and said, "I guess I just like it." She didn't have to explain what the "it" was.
"So... is Troy the only boy you, uh, do it with?" As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't as Cassie was always honest with me, telling the truth about matters large and small.
"No," she simply said.
I'd heard all that I needed to hear for the moment, and I needed to think, so I got up and left her room. Heading directly to my stash of hard liquor, I selected a good scotch, poured me one and downed it. As usual, this really did me no good, and no harm either, but it helped dull the senses.
The burn hadn't fully abated when I heard her from behind ask me, "Are you hungry, Daddy? I made spaghetti and meat sauce for tonight. Would you like some?" The question kind of surprised me as it was so... normal, like everything was still like it was yesterday. In a way it was. She was fucking boys and I was clueless. Not about sex per se, I had always expected that, but if I had understood her correctly, she was promiscuous. There's a word for girls like that, a word I refused to apply to my sweet Cassie, and thus clueless as to how to address the matter at hand.
While I stood there with my mind chasing its own tail, Cassie put dinner on the table. She always waited for me to get home before she ate, and tonight was no exception.
It was surreal, sitting across from her and asking her all the mundane questions I usually asked... how was school today... how did you do on your math test... have you finished your homework? It was only toward the end that I asked her something important.
"Cassie, have you started your periods?" This was by no means the first time I had broached the subject.
She looked up at me with her big light blue eyes smiling and replied, "No, Daddy. I'm safe."
"When you do, you tell me. I'll take you to see Doctor Jones and have him put you on birth control. There's no excuse for leaving you unprotected. Neither of us wants you to get pregnant, or at least I don't."
"I don't want that either, Daddy. I'm too young."
"Yes, you are too young! You're too young to..."
I stopped short of saying what was obvious and instead finished with, "No more boys in the house when I'm not here! This stops today!" As if I could stop it.
We didn't talk about "it" the rest of the evening, but the next day, after I thought about it some, I did ask some pointed and intelligent questions, such as, 'Do you suck dick?' though I didn't phrase it so indelicately. She answered truthfully.
"Some of the girls at school think it's gross, but they don't know what they're talking about," she informed me.
"Then you enjoy giving oral sex?"
"Yes, I do, Daddy. The girls all say I'm a slut for doing it, but I don't care. It's fun!"
Then she tells me the first time she sucked a boy was two years ago, during a sleepover at her friend, Sophie's, house. She and Sophie had been friends for years and still are. Seems Sophie put her up to sucking off Sophie's little brother on some silly bet. Lucky little bastard has been getting regular blowjobs from his big sister's friend ever since. Damn! Cassie was only eleven and sucking an even younger boy? Where were Sophie's parents?
Over the next several days, I puzzled and puzzled over what to do. I didn't want to make a mess of things, so every day I'd just ask Cassie a question or two that she'd answer in a straightforward manner. I'd take these answers and think on them without comment for a day or so as I formulated a brilliant plan. Along the way I learned that she'd had sex with quite a number of boys. It seemed that my work schedule was public knowledge and that lots of boys knew that Cassie was a pretty girl who couldn't or wouldn't say no.
It was something of a relief when she told me that she'd started having her first period. This much of the plan I knew, to get her on birth control ASAP. With that done, I felt a whole lot better knowing she wouldn't be preggo before the summer break began. As for the promiscuity, I hadn't a clue as to what to do... so much for a brilliant plan. I did decide that maybe it wasn't such a good idea for me to lie around practically nude at night and let her all but feel me up, lest a daughterly hand wound up on my cock. I hated to give that up, but I wasn't so sure that I would resist such a move.
I did make a plan of sorts Normally, I'd teach a course or two during the summer term for the extra money, but that just didn't seem that important at the moment. What I needed to do was to remove Cassie from her circle of friends and boyfriends and give her lots of quality time with her old man. I couldn't very well watch her when I was off working, so I decided to act on a dream I'd had for many years, that is, buy a travel trailer and tour the country for an entire summer. The deadline for contracting for the summer teaching position was rapidly approaching and I knew I had to make a decision fast.
As luck would have it, I saw an ad in the local newspaper for a used trailer and a towing vehicle at a price I could afford. I called the number immediately and went out to see the rig. From the price quoted in the paper, I was expecting something rather rough. To my surprise, the trailer and diesel pickup both appeared to be almost new. The lady who was selling them said that her husband had bought them three years ago after he retired and that they had traveled all over the country in them. But then he died of a heart attack. She also said she couldn't drive the truck, much less pull a trailer with it, so she decided to just sell them and use the cash for something else. I bought the rig on the spot.
Happily, Cassie was excited about hitting the road and seeing the country. We made several weekend test runs to various state parks to gain experience in maneuvering the rig and setting up the trailer. It was a bitch at first, but by and by I gained confidence, as well as skill.
Then when classes were out for the summer, we packed up and headed off. Towing a trailer in flat lands on an interstate highway is one thing, towing a trailer on narrow, twisting mountain roads is altogether another matter entirely, but I managed.
To be continued...
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