The next day at school, the rest of the Daddy’s Girls could sense something was different with Beth. She was exuberantly bouncy, but seemed stiff somehow. She had a faraway look in her eye, and more than once had to be called out to snap out of her reverie. Ordinarily, the Girls would read these signs to sense that something was wrong. However, the smile never left her face. They let it rest until lunch.

They met at their normal gathering place, the large Oak tree off near the edge of the school property. Here, they sat in a circle, eating lunch and catching up.

Laurie noticed that Elizabeth kept shifting in her seat, unable to sit still. “Beth,” she asked between bites, “What gives? Ants in your pants?” 

The other girls laughed, and Beth turned bright red. “No,” she replied, eyes downcast.

“Something you want to talk about?” Becky asked between bites of her sandwich.

“No, I’m good.” Beth took another bite of her sandwich, avoiding eye contact with the other girls. 

The Circle had rules. If you wanted to talk about ANYTHING, you could; no judgment, no repercussions. Conversely, if you didn’t want to talk, no pressure. 

“You remind me of… who was that? Veronica something… She sat next to me on the bus on that overnight field trip to the Natural History museum, remember?” Stacey asked.

“Yeah… Ronnie. I remember that trip.” Laurie replied. “She was walking funny, had a glazed look in her eye. Fidgety.”

Rebecca spoke up. “I know her! And I know why!” She leaned into the circle. “She lost her virginity on that trip.”

Stacey chimed in. “So it's true! It was one of the college chaperones, wasn’t it? The tall blonde one?" 

"I think so," Becky replied. "Man, she wanted SOOO badly to tell everyone, but knew she had to keep quiet until we got back.” 

"Lucky girl!" Laurie added.

“Well, they’re still an item. He’s taking her to Prom this year.” Becky added, “And she still walks a little funny from time to time.”

“At least we know that’s not why Beth’s been acting so weird.” Laurie looked at her and winked. Beth stared back at her, though, which took her aback. “Right, Lizzie?”

Beth looked away and went back to eating in silence. She felt a hand on each knee and looked up to see the concerned looks from the rest of her Girls. 

“Beth…” Stacey whispered. “We’re in the Circle.”

The time had come. Up until today, this was a judgment-free zone. Even when they were talking about their thoughts and, frankly, fantasies, this was crossing a line. All that could end with what she was about to say.

She put down her sandwich and placed a hand on each of the hands on her knees. 

“Okay,” she replied with a sigh, thinking ’here goes nothing.’ Deep breath. “I fucked my dad last night.”

“No way!”

“Shut up!”

“You lucky bitch!” They all turned to look at Laurie for that last comment. 

“Well, she is,” Laurie continued. “Ever since we talked about it the other day, all I’ve been thinking about jumping my dad’s bones. A LOT.” Nods all around. “So I stand by my initial statement. You. Lucky. Bitch.”

Stacey squeezed Beth’s knee. “Spill. We have fifteen minutes left for lunch, so don’t you DARE leave out ANY details.”

Fourteen minutes later, they were all flushed, and horny, and extremely jealous.

“So…” Beth asked, “Be honest; am I a terrible person? I wanted it so bad and I… I dragged him into it, and… and… and all I can think of is how I can’t wait to get home and do it AGAIN. So tell me the truth; am I a monster?”

The girls looked at each other, before replying in unison. “You lucky bitch!”

“You guys are kidding me.”

“Bitch, Please!” Laurie said. “I’ve been having the same thoughts about my dad, and I am definitely jealous that you got with your dad before I could get with mine.”

“She’s right,” Stacey added. “I’ve been thinking about all the dads, especially mine. Every time he smiles at me now, I wonder, ‘Is he thinking what I’m thinking?’”

“Mmm. Me, too,” Becky chimed in. “I heard my dad in the shower this morning… and all I could think about was joining him.” More nods. “I had to stop myself from just walking in on him in the bathroom.”

“Shit!” Laurie piped in. “Last night, I was walking around in a tight camisole and my lace panties, hoping something would happen.” Smiles and more nods. 

“So?” Beth asked. 

“Well, he definitely noticed, that’s for sure.”

“How do you know? Did he say something?”

“Not exactly. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, and I noticed he kept re-reading the same two pages of his book, for, like, an hour, until he got up, said he was going to make it an early night, and went to his room.”

The lunch buzzer chose that moment to ring. As the girls cleaned up their things to make their way inside, Stacey said to Laurie, “So you still didn’t say how you KNOW he noticed you.”

“Easy. After a few minutes, I snuck up to his door and heard him grunting and moaning, and I just knew he was jerking off!”

“Well,” Beth opined, “That’s circumstantial at best.” 

“Really?” Laurie exclaimed. “Well, after a minute or so, where I could swear I heard him call my name and he let out one loud groan, so he must have orgasmed.”

Becky asked, “You just let him go at it? Didn’t you want to go in and help him out?” 

“My hand was on the doorknob the whole time.” Laurie sighed. “I heard him moaning, but I… I just couldn’t open the door.”

“Wow,” Beth replied. “I don’t believe it. YOU chickened out.”

Laurie smacked her arm. “I’ll say it again; you lucky bitch. I’m gonna try again tonight. You’ll see.” 

Beth smiled. Once Laurie got her competitive streak going, there was no stopping her. If Beth was a monster, she definitely wasn’t the only one.

“WAIT!” before they walked into the school, Becky said, “Remember; what is shared in The Circle can never leave The Circle.” 

Beth replied, “Amen.”

*****

Now that she knew Beth had succeeded in seducing her father, Laurie was more determined than ever to get her dad in bed. Later that evening, after dinner, Laurie put her plan in motion. 

Ever since her Mom died, Laurie kept a box of mementos in her closet. Little things; birthday cards, photos, her favorite tea mug. One day, a couple of months ago, she was rummaging through her dad’s closet, looking for a birthday present of hers that she just knew he had hidden somewhere, when she discovered that her dad also kept a box of mementos of his deceased wife. This box held more personal items, such as her wedding veil, a framed picture of her in a bikini on their honeymoon, a bottle of her favorite perfume, and several intimates, including a red satin and lace babydoll nightie. 

She remembered trying it on that day, in the privacy of her own bedroom, and even then, Laurie knew the nightie did look good on her. She also instinctively knew that her mother had used that very outfit to seduce her father, and was instantly turned on by the thought. 

Tonight, as she put on the babydoll and the skimpy satin panties, tied like a string bikini, Laurie was struck by the realization that finding that nightie was the moment she started having romantic feelings for her dad. She knew her breasts filled out the lace-trimmed satin cups nicely, and that this outfit would be key to getting her dad to fuck her.

Not willing to play the game with only one ace in her hand, however, she decided to stack the deck. She added a dab of her mom’s perfume to her neck and cleavage, and then pulled an oversized t-shirt on top. 

One more detail: On her way out into the living room, Laurie turned up the thermostat a notch, smiling with the satisfaction of knowing she did all she could do to prime the pump, so to speak. 

She confidently walked into the living room, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV, then sat down right next to her dad on the couch, pulling a blanket over both their laps, and snuggling in close. 

Laurie flipped through the channels with the remote, stopping wherever she found something interesting, but she was too wound up to concentrate on anything. Her dad, meanwhile, just focused on trying to read the book in his hands. 

Just as she planned, it quickly got very warm under the blanket. She pushed off the blanket, stood up, and began peeling off the oversized sleeper shirt. 

“Uh… Laurie?” Paul weakly objected, pushing down the secret thrill he experienced as he saw his beautiful daughter undressing before him. 

“I’m so hot, Daddy. Besides, I have a nightie on underneath.” With that, she peeled the shirt off, exposing the lacy, satiny, treasure beneath, as well as quite a bit of perfect teenage butt-cheek. 

Paul was mesmerized, shocked by what he was witnessing. It was as if a spell had been cast. His sweet, innocent, daughter was instantly transformed into the most beautiful, desirable, and sexy woman alive. His penis, loose inside his sleep shorts, now rose to full-staff, in salute to the gorgeous creature before him. 

Laurie appeared to not notice, and resumed her place on the couch alongside him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, curling her legs underneath her on the couch. 

Absentmindedly, or so she tried to make it appear, she let her hand rest on his thigh, then started rubbing him gently. She had settled on a suspense thriller on the TV, hoping it would cover her illicit intent. Every time the music peaked, she squeezed his leg, and pressed her teenage breast tighter to his side.

His senses were reeling from inundation with sensory excitations; from the smooth skin of her thigh against his, the softly yielding flesh of her tender young breast against his side, and this intoxicating aroma.

It didn’t escape Laurie’s attention that once again, Paul was having trouble reading his book, flipping back to reread the same two pages over and over. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

He was caught off guard. “What?”

“Your book. You seem to be really concentrating on it.”

“It’s… it is good, but I just want to make sure I understand…” He looked over at her and realized he was staring down her perfect cleavage. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and he could clearly see her nipple was erect beneath the wispy silk.

“Where…” Paul cleared his throat. “Where did you get that…?” 

Laurie looked up into his eyes and noticed his gaze was on her chest. Her heart leapt, enjoying the secret thrill that her outfit had rattled her dad. 

Paul cleared his throat. “That nightgown?”

“I found it.” She bit her lip, coyly smiling up at him. “I… think it was Mom’s. It was in a box in your closet.”

“You found it… as in, you were snooping around.”

“Maybe… I found it a while ago.” She broke away from his gaze and rested her cheek against his side. “I… I just wanted to see what it looked like on m… and it felt so soft. I just felt like wearing it, okay?” She took a deep breath. Now or never!

She sat up on the couch, dropping the blanket to her lap, thrusting her chest out in the process. Paul was transported back to a time where another beautiful woman had presented herself to him in this manner. Same outfit, same perfume, same stunning blue eyes. The only difference was back then, it was Laurie’s mother, and Paul remembered the night vividly, because that was the night they made Laurie.

“Sooo… How do I look, Dad?” Laurie lifted her arms over her head, shimmying to an imaginary beat, and raised up on her knees, moving her hips around, and up and down.

Paul was frozen. In his mind, she was subtly mimicking riding a hard dick. 

“See, Daddy? The fabric just glides over my skin, like it’s made of air! It’s so soft!” Her nipples were poking out against the satin cups. They looked so hard that they were threatening to cut holes in the diaphanous fabric.

“I… You… it looks beautiful on you.” Paul swallowed hard, as he realized he was virtually drooling at the sexy sight. “I can’t believe you found that. It… it was your mom’s favorite…” And mine, he didn’t add.

“Tell me more, Daddy. Do you remember the first time she wore it for you?”

“Yes… yes, I do.” She looked so much like her mother in that moment, he felt like he was transported back in time.

[to be continued]
{All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. This fantasy is pure fiction, intended for entertainment purposes only. Enjoy!}