Katie's always been a “daddy's girl,” but since she returned from college her love has become a lot more…physical. Her father is a passionate man who still has the libido of a teenager, but her mother just isn't interested. Maybe if Katie can make her father horny enough, she'll have him all to herself. As Katie tempts her father at every turn, will Dale give in to his forbidden desire?
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She took the water with a murmur of gratitude. “Dad, do you know Vanessa Linares?”
“Actually, I did know a girl named Vanessa Linares,” he said, trying to be vague. His daughter glowered at him.
“I know when you're lying, Daddy.”
“Oh?” he said.
“Mmhm,” she murmured from her next sip. “Don't pretend.”
“Not pretending,” he told her. “I just highly doubt that your Vanessa Linares and my Vanessa Linares are the same people.”
“Well she's definitely your Vanessa Linares and she's my Social Policy professor.”
If Dale had been drinking the water he would have spat it out in classic cinematic fashion. Katie went on, “We're really close. Sometimes we go for drinks at the bar on campus and she asked me about my last name.” Katie grinned like a cheshire cat. “She remembers you very fondly.”
Dale was pleased. “You don't say.”
“Yeah.” Katie drifted off again. Her eyes kept flicking from his face to his chest as if he wasn't watching her watch him.
Suddenly he understood. “You and Vanessa drink together?”
Katie smiled into her now empty glass. “Sometimes, yeah. She told me some stories about you.”
Dale was inexplicably nervous. And probably explicably turned on. “Oh?” he tried to feign nonchalance.
Katie giggled at him again. “I told you I know when you're lying. You want to know what she said.”
“I know what we did.”
“Well I know a little about that too.”
Dale laughed. But what she said next stopped him cold.
“Dad, do you and mom have sex?”
«Katie, I don't know what—"
“Come ON, Dad.” She strode to him and let him catch her as she threw her arms over him. She was sleepy, staring up at him. “Don't pretend I'm too young to hear the truth.”
“Well,” he said. How did one proceed in this conversation? “Well,” he said again. And finally, “No, Katie, your mother and I don't really have sex that much anymore.”
Katie stared up at him with something akin to sympathy and something very much like loneliness. “Vanessa said you kind of had a reputation at college.”
«What kind of repu—"
“She said you had sex. A lot.” Katie smirked. “And that you were very…gifted.”
Dale's head swam. He became intensely aware of his daughter's breasts pressed against his chest. She continued, “And I was thinking about that. I kind of couldn't stop because, um, you're my dad? But, I was thinking how I never thought of you that way. Mostly because,” she looked at him intensely, “I don't think I ever heard you having sex. With mom.”
“Katie, I don't think this is appropriate.”
“OK,” she said. “So you and mom don't have sex?”
“But you used to have a lot of sex back in the day.”
«It wasn't 'back in the day'—"
“And now you just don't have sex at all?”
“That sounds like it really sucks, Dad.”
He stared down at his daughter. Her eyes flitted over his, over his cheeks, over his nose, his ears. Her face was flushed. Suddenly he felt her heart beating on his ribcage; he felt his own heart pounding.
“I love you,” she said to him.
“I love you, too, honey.”
“Uh huh,” she breathed up at him. “I'm sorry you don't have sex anymore.”
“I said it sucks. Does it suck?” She pronounced the word in a very deliberate way. He started to say something but she reached down and grabbed him in a place—the exact place—that was eternally off-limits. “Does it suck, Daddy?”