My Elizabeth 11

Written by lbalboa20

 

Near the university is a coffee shop where I wait for Liz sometimes. The cafe has a pleasant ambiance of the kind that usually is felt or experience in rural areas. Jessica and I frequented this coffee house when we’re high school and college students, and Liz practically grew up visiting the place because we had brought her there since she’s a little girl. She has her favorite drinks and pastries in the cafe.

Even though the place has been renovated several times, such changes or makeover, the retouches have never taken away that vague longing feeling for the yesteryears when I’m there. Thus, it’s a great place to either hang out with friends or just to have some coffee while alone with my thoughts.

While different and new polite faces have been serving or working in this small cafe for many years, the place is still owned and ran by the same family that has been here for at least three generations. Thus, the coffee shop has been an icon, and I have been a regular and familiar patron.

Tables, covered by white and red checkered patterned cloths, and rustic metal chairs greet costumers, local or otherwise, before the main entrance. Five to six long, wide wooden steps lead to a small patio before reaching the cafe’s entrance. There are also tables with the same coverings in the balcony and surrounded by simple yet a bit stylish chairs. A cozy sofa set with a center table by the corner is ideal for comfort and relaxation for small groups. The patio is separated from the inside by glass frames and a thick wooden door.

The huge mahogany door, some might have thought, seemed to be intimidating for outsiders, but for us who’s been around the area, the door’s latch is as welcoming as the friendliest handshakes. The inside of the cafe has been refurbished, furniture changed and rearranged, and redecorated for the past years. Even the lighting has been changed a couple of times, too. There was a time that the place was well-lit during the entire store hours.

Yet recently, the management maintained the main dining area dimly lit, which for me, compliments the entire airconditioned, low-ceiling of the inside space. Small half-sphere LED lamps hang from the ceiling, and they fall directly above each table. The tables are not big and are enough size for up to three or four persons, so while the tables are spread apart, their relatively small size gives customers more privacy and intimate conversation.

It’s more than a place to eat and have coffee. People come for various reasons: dating, studying, reading newspapers, friends, and family bonding. And often, I’d go there to pass the time.

When I arrived that afternoon to wait for Liz, I sat on my usual favorite spot, which is close to the wall and counter. Next to me is the refrigerated display case, containing cakes, pieces of bread, sandwiches, etc., just like the one inside a Starbucks. However, cakes and breads are baked in the store, and the pre-made sandwiches are prepared in the in-house kitchen.

On my right is the display case, and on my left side were three tables. Two were still empty, and the other was occupied by a woman, who seemed to be the mother of the young lady sitting with her. I have seen the mom in the cafe a couple of times, for she’s regular, too. We have become familiar with each other, but we only greeted each other with nods and half, yet sincere smiles. Never have I seen her with a husband or a partner, but how could she not be involved with someone? She an attractive and sexy mom, and she’s at least five years younger than me.

About 8 to 10 feet in front of me, slightly on the left, was a supporting white concrete post, rising from the floor to the ceiling. Next to the painted concrete post and about the same distance where I sat was another table.

At first, the table was empty. When I returned from the restroom and passed by the table, I saw a light-pink Parkland backpack on the chair, some folders, a notebook, and a textbook.

As I sat and sipped my coffee while holding a newspaper, I noticed four persons standing in line by the counter, and I quickly assumed that the young lady waiting in line was the owner of the bags and school materials. But, to be fair, it wasn’t only I who noticed her because she caught the attention of some other guys.

Also, while she stood in line, she has a great posture and elegant bearing. She’s chic but not too classy. She about five feet and two inches tall and wearing a blue button-down sleeveless shirt with tiny white dots and a floral pattern. Along with her nice shirt was her black mini-skirt that extended down to her midthighs. Thus, half of her thighs, knees, and legs were on display. She’s wearing ankle-length white socks and white sneakers. Her wavy hair drops on her shoulder, but her headband cleared her hair away from her face. And to honestly describe her face, she’s lovely.

She gracefully stood as she waited in line—feet and knees together, clasping her small purse between her palms and interlocking fingers as she held it in front of her. Her pelvis appeared slightly tilted forward, which gave her a benign lordotic posture and a sexy stance. Her shoulders were down and her chest pointing out.

Other than the slight gloss on her lips, her face was unblemished by cosmetics. When she reached her hand forward to give her payment, her shirt lifted, exposing a little of the fair-colored skin of her waist. Had she been facing in my direction, I would have seen her navel and parts of her flat tummy.

I sat, slightly facing the left, with my legs cross, but my 180 degrees peripheral view covers the table and chair where she sat. I faced my left and crossed my legs because I did not want to extend my legs under the table, or else my feet would reach one of the chairs in front of me.

Incidentally, there were only three chairs on her table, and the one in front of her was the one missing or taken. Hence, as I sipped my coffee, I glanced briefly on the floor underneath her, and I saw the unobstructed view of her shoes and smooth legs. When I returned my eyes to the paper, I wondered what other parts of her under the table were left unhindered.

So suddenly, I became curious and excited. To be not so obvious, I timed my next glance when I again sipped my coffee.

I picked up the cup with my right hand, turned my head towards her direction, and leaned forward towards my table a little bit to pretend that I did not want my coffee getting spilled on me.

While I held my cup in front of my face, my eyes diligently scanned under her table. Her knees were extended but slightly bent, and one foot rested on top of the other ankle. Her shoes appeared new because the soles, albeit dusty, were not worn. After about two to three seconds, I turned again to my left and pretended still reading the paper.

I moved my head slightly side-to-side as I looked on the paper, also pretending that I was reading words and paragraphs. I could not concentrate on reading anyway because my attention was on her. I would reach my cup first with my right hand before I again turned to my right, leaned on to the table, and sipped. And then, I would look under her table.

Later, she pulled her feet a little, so her knees were more flexed, but her ankle still rested on top of the other. I dared not to look to her face so as not to make her cautious of my momentary glance on her legs.

My excitement seemed to heightened my senses. The coffee became more flavorful and its smell more aromatic. The cool air from the aircon brushed over my neck and arm, making me shivered. And from where I was sitting, I could hear the crispy leaves of her book as she turned a page.

Being excited made me a little jumpy, too. So when the waiter (Jimmy) suddenly approached behind me, I was startled.

“Ay sorry sir, nagulat ko kayo.”

“Oh, hi Jimmy. Okay lang. Concentrate kase ako sa binabasa ko.”

“Here’s your clubhouse po.”

“Thank you. Mamya na lang yung fries ulit.”

“Sige, sir. Ipapaluto ko pagdating po ni Liz.”

“Okay sige. Maya maya pa siya darating.

“Pero nag-text na po siya at nag-order ng roast beef sandwich.”

“A ganun ba. Sige, isabay mo na lang yung fries sa sandwich niya.”

“Yes, po.”

To eat my sandwich, I folded the newspaper to show the page that I pretended to be reading and placed the paper on my left side and my sandwich to my right. But each time I bite, I would face forward and down to her legs: several bites and several glances I made as I continued feigning reading.

The paper was just a prop, for I focus more on the time interval between my peeks to make them appear irregular and unpatterned. I’d even pathetically shook my head, pretending to have disbelief on what I was fake-reading.

Nonetheless, such a pitiful scheme seemed to have worked. She crossed her legs and faced a little to her right; as a result, her smooth left thigh was more exposed before my observant eyes. Her skirt was caught on the chair in that position, so her slight turn to the right revealed more of her thigh.

I felt less scared and bolder and held my peeps a little longer as I chewed my food. While chewing, I faked reflecting on some deep thoughts, but my eyes unabashedly feasted on her skin. Then, I dared to look at her face, and her eyes, though not trained on me, spoke of being conscious of my stares. However, she had her earphones, and she tapped her foot, casually listening to music.

Across her table, I, too, pretended to be composed and relaxed. If she suspected that I was ogling her flesh, she seemed indifferent about it; I thought that she couldn’t care less of strangers leering on her.

When she uncrossed her legs and maintained her knees slightly apart, a sudden excitement grew inside me. I tried hard to fix a calm demeanor to mask my malicious intention.

Before I placed my half-eaten sandwich back on the plate, I noticed that without lifting her head and without disengaging her look from her book, her eyes rolled up and caught my stare. Confidence briefly dissipated, so I immediately disconnected from our fleeting eye contact. But instead of turning my head to either side, my eyes instinctively looked under her table.

And to my surprise and delight, she spread her knees further apart even though she might be fully aware of my lecherous spying on her lower body.

Rebecca was the last person I lewdly watched as she sat on the bed inside Jessica’s room when Liz was little. But the excitement caused by the young lady in front of me was more intense because we were in public, and this girl was unknown to me. I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused by her tease because, unlike Rebecca, the girl and I were strangers to each other.

I never expected that flirting—through posture and body language— could happen between unacquainted persons. Consequently, I got aroused and had an erection. My stiffness extended down to the inner side of my right thigh and was trapped inside my trousers.

Because of such heightened excitement, my heart pounded vigorously, and the generated force traveled from my chest to the table, where my elbows firmly leaned on.

The coffee in my cup rippled because of the tremors from the energy caused by my wildly beating chest.

My heart sustained its tachycardic rhythm when she spread her feet and knees more, exposing her inner thighs further. Then, finally, I dared to look up again, but her sight was glued to the table, and she seemed busy reading her book.

Thus, I reserved my assumptions and asked myself, “was she innocently playing with her legs, or did she purposely exhibited herself?

If she’s exposing herself to me, how far could I take the flirting?

Was she inviting me to approach her?

If so, what would I say?

My heightened arousal hampered me, so I could not even move on my chair, much less walk towards her.

But what if she simply inadvertently moved her legs because she’s completely oblivious of me?

I could get in trouble for unjust vexation under the Revised Penal Code or acts of leering and intrusive gazing under the Safe Spaces Act.

Because of this dilemma, I had a mixed feeling of excitement and fear of getting caught and being embarrassed; nevertheless, my dick remained stubbornly stiff. And even if I dared to stand and walk towards her, my erection would have been conspicuous in my lightweight apparel: I wore loose boxers and wool trousers.

While these questions and possibilities were playing in my mind, my body became more incapacitated with lust and nervousness when she lifted her right foot and rested it on the horizontal straight leg brace of the chair on her right side.

With that, her right knee became elevated, and not only the inner part of her right thigh became more revealed, but her white panty was also peeking.

With this wonderful sight, a mix of excitement and dread took over me, and I felt an immense consciousness of my being like when I sucked Liz’s breasts inside her bedroom for the first time while we’re fooling and running around the house.

Or like when Rebecca worked out in her apartment and stuck her butt up in front of me.

Or like when Jessica and I were on the swing set, and I glided my fingers to the center of her outer folds and felt her moist slit for the first time.

Recognizing these past events and thoughts, I hoped that those past events would result in a familiar pattern: that the pursuit could bring a favorable result when sought.

Hence, I presumptuously assumed that the universe was telling me to try my luck. What other signs or gestures should I still wait for before I would act?

I thought of no further prodding required from her, so I decided to make a move. However, even before I start to meditate to calm my nerves and ease my erection, she suddenly stood up and proceeded to the restroom.

It was strange that I felt somewhat relieved when she went to the restroom because her time away from her table had allowed me to reflect more on what to do or not to do. However, since I knew I might say something awkward, I decided to leave her a note instead, and I had to do it quickly while she was in the restroom.

Immediately, I borrowed a pen from Jimmy, and my hand was trembling as he handed me the pen. Then, I took one of my calling cards in my wallet, and while my hand was still shaking in emotion and panic, I scribbled on my card, “Hi! I didn’t want to bother you, but if you’re interested, I’d like to take you to dinner sometime.”

I was ready to stand to drop the note on her table, but she emerged from the hallway where the restrooms are located. As she walked back to her chair, I tried to make eye contact with her. But she just looked on the floor and seemed unmindful of my presence. Because of that, I was discouraged for not getting a tacit approval of my planned approach, an approval which I hoped to get through her inviting glimpses.

Still holding my card, at that time, I had to decide whether to hand it to her or forget about the wild idea. I took a deep breath and thought hard about my options.

But, quite honestly, her moments away from her table and bereft of further positive signs made me reflect and forget about such an idea. Besides, why would a beautiful young girl go out with a stranger of my age? Moreover, she’s fetching, so how could she not be with someone else?

I thought of Liz and felt guilty. She would be upset if she learned that I was checking out other girls. Maybe she wouldn’t feel bad had I merely looked, but to actually consider asking someone out could hurt her feelings even though I thought that our relationship might not even be exclusive, especially when I told her that she’s free to fall in love with another man or girl. Yet still, I thought that I’d better talk to her to be sure if she’d allow me to have a fling.

Liz is the love of my life, and I would never fall in love with another woman, but we have not settled whether or not I could sleep with another girl out of pure lust only. Hence, I decided to leave the girl alone and just enjoy the erotic sight while it lasted.

I looked around to check that nobody would notice me looking at her and resumed my surreptitious glances under her table. I called Jimmy first to take my empty plate and asked him to refill my coffee so that I could have my hand-props, along with the newspaper. When I was fixing my coffee with creamer and sugar, I looked under her table and found her left foot pointed towards me, and her right foot pointed, at an angle, towards her right.

Her left foot synchronously tapped the floor as she listened to her music. I looked at her, and while her sight was on her book, her eyes appeared to sense again that I was staring at her. And when I drop my sight again under her table, she seemed somewhat aware of my indiscreet gazes—she suddenly stopped her foot tapping and moved her left knee a little bit to the side, thus spreading knees.

I stared at her inner thighs and knees for three to five seconds, as my heart started to pump faster again before I looked up once more to check her demeanor. Her eyes were still focused on her book, yet her eyes gave me the impression that she knew that my eyes had been leering on her. Blood rushed and engorged the cavernous cavities in my penis, hence resurging my erection.

To compound my arousal, after she spread her knees more, she lifted her right foot and placed it again on the straight horizontal leg brace of the chair on her right. To my great surprise, she not only exposed her smooth inner thighs further, but her pubic hair also appeared before my indecent eyes.

Gosh! She removed her panty when she went to the restroom.

My eyes widened, and my jaw uncontrollably dropped because of the unexpected treat. Then, my feet stopped fidgeting, and I felt my throat throbbed as if my heart shifted to my neck.

As she maintained her feet positions and kept her knees and thighs spread apart, my eyes were locked on her hairy crotch for six to eight seconds before I looked up again to see her face and check her conduct.

That moment, her glance was no longer on her book, and our eyes made contact again and lasted for several seconds. Her looking at me finally confirmed that she wasn’t unaware of my presence and perversion. It puzzled me, however, that her eyes did not give me that seductive look.

Her face appeared so innocent, and one might genuinely think that she’s not that kind of a girl who would expose herself to strangers. And after about ten seconds during our eye contact, she disconnected her sight and looked at her book.

After such a glance at each other, however, I thought that she could be unaccustomed to exhibiting her private parts in public, especially in front of middle-aged men. But when she looked at me again and bit her lower lip, such circumstance between us might not have been the first time she displayed herself in front of strangers.

I thought that the way she dresses, her pretty looks, and nice body figure had turned so many heads before and caused so many desperate pair of eyes gawked at her. So, maybe, instead of feeling offended, she makes fun of or would tease those who ogled her.

Even so, if that’s indeed the case, I still wondered—whether it’s play or flirt—if she gets aroused exhibiting her delicate parts in front of a stranger.

After all my previous assumptions and miscalculations, her eyes and lip-biting made me sure that her teasing was intentional and probably an invitation. Thus, feeling confident, I decided to approach her, finally.

I looked at the bulge on my pants, shook my head, and smiled about what I was about to do.

Since she gave me a preview of what’s hidden underneath her skirt, maybe she would not mind if I walked towards her with my unabated erection and give her a preview of what’s inside my pants. Feeling positive, I thought maybe she’d like it.

So, I decided to stand and walk to her.

I held the sides of my chair and eased off my weight on it. But right before I moved my chair a little to the rear to give myself some clearance to stand between the chair and the table, the huge mahogany door opened, and Liz appeared by the entrance. I immediately took the load out from my feet and returned my sorry ass back to the chair.

Liz saw me right away, and she greeted me with her loving eyes. She knew exactly where to find me because I was sitting at our favorite table.

At that moment, I felt, as I did before and thereafter, Liz is my greatest love. My feelings for her instantly trumped the lust and excitement that I fleetingly had for the girl on the other table. Yet, I felt some guilt.

From the door, Liz walked towards me. She slung her backpack on her left shoulder, and she had a book in her right hand. To approach me, Liz had to avoid a chair and the other tables closer to the door, so she had to turn a little bit to her left. Also, directly on her path was the table where the girl was sitting.

Yet after she turned to her left, I saw plainly the book that she held with her right arm.

Then, to my surprise, at the same instance—the moment I realized that Liz’s book was similar to that of the girl’s and the moment Liz excitedly greeted her—I finally learned who’s the young lady.

“Hi, Stella!” said my daughter.

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Stella was also surprised upon hearing Liz, and Stella turned her head to face and greet Liz.

“Oh, hi Liza!”

Well, to further add to my surprise, rarely do I hear someone called my daughter “Liza.” Kaya naman kasabay nang paghupa ng aking kalibugan at katigasan ay ang bigla kong pagkagulat nang tawagin ni Stella si Liz nang “Liza.”

Napangiti na din lamang ako.

However, my sudden delight immediately turned to mild panic and uneasiness because I must confess to Liz, or “Liza,” what just happened before Stella could tell my daughter that her daddy was a dirty old voyeur.

I had to, not primarily because my conscience dictated me, but instead, I thought pre-emption—telling her first—might mitigate the gravity of my misdemeanor.

But I could not get an opportunity to talk to Liz first, so I had to watch them continued greeting one another. First, they kissed each other’s cheeks before they hugged.

As I watched them, I noticed that my daughter was wearing plain white shorts that cover only half of her thighs but not too short. She wore a navy-blue pique polo with buttons down to her chest, and the two top buttons were undone; thus, revealing the upper part of her breast bone. She’s wearing her light-blue sneakers with white soles. As usual, even at the end of the day, my daughter is gorgeous, still looking fresh, sporting a ponytail, and without a touch of cosmetics.

After they chatted briefly, Liz grabbed Stella’s hand and led her towards me. I stood up in anticipation of Liz’s introduction of her friend. Liz was so excited that it took her a few seconds before she spoke. Stella even looked at her and smiled as she waited for my daughter to speak.

“Dad, this is Stella. Stella, my dad.”

My body froze at first, but I managed to extend my hand. Yet, Stella held lightly only my fingers, tiptoed, looked up, stretched her neck up, and kissed my cheek.

It was not a cheek kiss, wherein cheeks touched; neither was it a cheek kiss, wherein there’s a space between each other’s cheeks. Instead, Stella’s lips touched my face.

Tumabi ang aking anak sa aking kaliwa at umakbay sa aking bewang. With my left arm, inakbayan ko din si Liz sa balikat. Magkadikit kaming magka-akbay habang itinuloy ang aming usapan.

“Dad, Stella will be staying over the weekend.”

“This weekend?

“Yah, we have a paper to draft.”

“Draft?” Ang ulit kong sinabi dahil medyo nabigla pa din ako sa nangyayari.

“We have to do some readings and research first,” said Liz

The paper is not due po until next week,” added Stella.

“But we need several sources for our bibliography, dad.”

“Sounds a lot of work, so you’ll be studying sa bahay?”

“Kaya ininvite ko si Stella to stay sa atin this weekend para we can work together.”

“You’re welcome to stay anytime,” sabi ko kay Stella pero medyo nailang ako sa kanya.

“Thank you po, tito.”

“Buti naman at magka-group kayo,” maintriga kong tanong.

“Choose your own members kase, dad.”

“Ah, okay. Pinayagan na ba siya ng parents niya?” tanong ko kay Liz.

Subalit si Stella na ang sumagot, “opo, tito!”

“Actually, dad maski hindi na siya mag-paalam kase naka-dorm na siya ngayon.”

I learned later that Stella’s house was about an hour commute to and from their school. At first, I wondered why only that semester she was allowed to stay in a dorm. But eventually, I also learned that her parents were separated, too, and her mom left their house years ago. So Stella stays with her dad and older brother during weekends, semestral and summer breaks, and it was in her dad’s house where she took Liz a couple of times before.

Though Liz has been to Stella’s dad’s house, she’s been there only during the weekends and had never stayed overnight. As Liz reported to me before, pasimpleng tumitingin sa kanya ang dad ni Stella.

“Well, it’s nice kung magpaalam pa din siya baka hanapin siya ng dorm-mate niya.”

Si Stella muli ang sumagot, “Solo ko po yung dorm.”

“Dun sana kami mag-stay dad, kaso nag-suggest ako sa bahay na lang.”

“That’s a good idea, baby…” Napakurot sa bewang ko si Liz at napansin ko ang pigil na tawa ni Stella. Ayaw nga pala kasi ni Liz na tinatawag ko siyang “baby” sa harap ng mga friends niya, lalo na siguro sa harap ng crush niya.

“Dad, dun kami sa basement mag-work ni Stella.”

“She keeps telling me about the basement, tito.”

“I had it renovated for Liza.”

“Yah, dun tayo meron small kitchen dun at fridge,” ang excited na sinabi ni Liz.

Ako naman ang napapigil sa tawa, at kaagad naging defensive si Liz dahil alam niya ang nasa-isip ko.

“Uy, marunong naman akong magluto,” paliwanag niya.

“I mean, no need to worry about cooking, sina Amy ang bahala sa inyo.”

“I’ll help po, tito,” volunteered naman ni Stella.

“Thank you, but ladies, just focus on your work and just have some fun,” advise ko naman sa kanila.

“Okay, dad,” ang pag-sangayon ni Liz sa akin at sinabihan si Stella, “swimming na lang tayo sa Sunday.”

“Sige, palinis ko yung pool kay Roger.”

While the three of us were talking, Yssa entered the cafe. She was still wearing her high school uniform when she approached us.

“Hello po, tito,” and Yssa kissed my cheek and hugged me after she greeted her sister and Stella.

Apparently, Yssa has been acquainted with Stella because they all attend the same school: high school si Yssa at collage sina Liz. Yssa’a class finished earlier that afternoon, but since we will be picking up her dad, she skipped her school service and came along with Liz.

“Oh, san ka nag-stay muna habang hinihintay mo si ate kanina,” tanong ko sa kanya dahil alam kong mas maagang natapos ang class niya.”

“Dun po sa auditorium, may practice pa kasi kami,” paliwanang naman niya since member din pala siya ng choir.

“Congratulations pala,” sabi ko naman since she won her tennis match recently at dahil nga hindi na kami nagkita nang sunduin ko si Liz.

“Thank you, po.” She said very modestly.

Stella excused herself to go to the restroom, and Liz and Yssa went along. I was still uneasy because I wanted to tell Liz everything before Stella would describe what happened. I was paranoid that Stella would tell everything to Liz while they’re in the restroom.

Fortunately, when they all came back from the restroom, nothing was unusual, and the three of them were just talking, and there was no hint of disappointment or anger in Liz’s words or actions. Her eyes were twinkling in excitement for being with Stella, and it’s refreshing because I did not feel jealous but even felt glad for my daughter.

They all walk first, and in front of me, as we exited the cafe, I noticed Stella’s butt. I saw the panty line inside her skirt, so she had worn it while she’s inside one of the cubicles in the restroom.

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I drove the SUV since I was expecting Yssa and Roland to be with us, and though I was still ambivalent about Stella’s presence at that time, Liz was surely happy that Stella was with us.

The three girls sat at the back and left the passenger’s side vacant because it’s easier for Roland to get in and sit at the front passenger seat.

I’m also glad that Liz and Yssa could spend time together. Liz is very close to Yssa, and they have a solid bond to the same extent as Liz’s closeness with Deth.

Deth and Yssa, while they are Liz’s sisters from different mothers, are acquainted and good friends, too. The three of them—Liz, Deth, Yssa—would hang out whenever Deth spends her vacation in my house. In addition, Deth and Yssa are almost of the same age, and their birthdays are only a few months apart because they were both conceived in the same year.

Liz, Stella, and Yssa were busy talking and giggling at the back of the vehicle, but most of the time, they whispered, so I could not hear some parts of their conversation. I thought they’re talking about their crushes, and I found it amusing to watch them now and then through the rear-view mirror. Natatawa na lang ako sa aking loob dahil lahat sila’y kinikilig sa kanilang usapan.

Minsan sa rear-view mirror, mapapatingin din si Liz sa akin. That moment, I was more in a father mode, and I enjoyed watching her having fun with Stella and Yssa. Yssa, though she’d engage in the conversation, she’d listen most of the time, maybe because she’s the youngest. Still, Yssa always has so much fun when she’s in Liz’s company.

In the rear-view mirror, Stella made brief eye contacts with me as well. My panic and paranoia were wholly gone because I trusted that she would not tell Liz what happened in the cafe. And if she would tell Liz, Stella should describe everything to be fair—that she also willingly exposed her naked crotch to me. Having that in mind, I really thought that Stella would just keep everything to herself.

Ngunit nang nakahinto kami sa intersection habang naka red light, napatangin muli ako sa rear-view mirror at nakita kong may ibinibulong si Stella kay Liz at si Liz naman ay nakatingin sa akin na parang nag-iisip ng malalim. Kinakabahan na ako habang nagbubulungan sila.

Nakikidikit at nakikinig din si Yssa at nakatutok ang tenga niya sa pagitan ni Liz at Stella. At tuluyan na akong nabalisa bigla at pinawisan nang malamig nang nasundan ng katahimikan ang kanilang bulungan. Si Liz naman ay muling napatingin sa salamin. Lalo akong nabahala sa kanyang titig sapagkat tila ang nasa-isip niya ay malalim.

Nang mag-green light na at nang napatingin na ako sa kalsada, saktong may itinanong si Yssa, “ate Stella okay lang sa’yo yun?”

“Siya nga ang nagsabi, eh,” ang singit naman ni Liz na may tonong hindi ko maintindihan dahil sa aking pagkabahala.

“Okay lang kaya kay mommy?” tila pabirong tanong ni Yssa kay Liz sa pagtukoy ni Yssa sa mommy Jessica nila.

“Mom doesn’t care,” agad na sagot ni Liz na may bahid ng kaunting inis.

“Uy, idea lang naman. Naisip ko lang,” ang harang ni Stella sa mag-ate.

At that point, I was really lost and had no clue what they were talking about, but I knew I was the topic of their conversation.

After a while, they changed the subject and talked about something else. I still couldn’t wait to talk to Liz about the cafe incident and about their secretive conversation inside the vehicle.

We arrived at the clinic, and Roland was in a wheelchair, which a male nurse was pushing. Along with Roland was her daughter Patricia (Tricia), who accompanied his dad in his treatment. The girls stepped out, and Yssa kissed and hugged his dad at nagmano naman si Liz. Nagmano din si Stella, to show respect.

Yssa always greets me with kisses and hugs, but Liz only takes Roland’s hand to bless. Maybe, Liz grew up somehow resenting Roland, but she has neither shown nor said anything that could be seen as a grudge towards him.

Roland sat next to me at the passenger side, appearing very tired. He’s wearing a mask to protect him from airborne infection because the dialysis has weakened his immune system. Patricia, holding a puke bag, sat behind his dad in case he felt nauseated. Nonetheless, he looked relatively better than the last time Jessica asked me to pick him up.

While on the road, inside the vehicle were conversations interspersed between each and among one another. The mood was benign, and despite our life circumstances, the children get along and enjoy each other’s company.

“Pasensya na sa abala,” ang paumanhin naman ni Roland.

“Okay lang iyon,” sabi ko naman. “Besides, it’s good na mag-bonding ang mag-ate,” dagdag ko pa, referring to Liz and Yssa.

“Oo, nga pala, next week darating yung dalawang gwardia,” ang update naman niya.

He and Jessica also founded a security agency, which Roland headed, and my company engaged their agency’s services.

“Good, walang karelyebo yung sa south tower,” sabi ko naman.

“Okay naman yung mga guards?”

“So far, so good naman.”

“Sinagest talaga ni Jessica na yung mga experienced and i-detail sa inyo.”

“A ganun ba. Very professional nga sila saka very polite,” ang feedback ko naman.

There were long and momentary pauses in our chat at maski nakaharap ako sa kalsada habang nag-mamaneho, na-sensed ko na tila lumalim bigla ang kanyang iniisip at parang may gustong sabihin, subalit pakiramdam ko ay wala kami sa tamang lugar.

“Komusta na pakiramdam mo?” tanong ko na lang sa kanya to fill the conversation.

“Pagod lang, pero mas okay kaysa nung huli,” medyo mahina na niyang sagot dahil sa suot niyang mask.

Along with our conversation, he said with an anxious tone, “Daan ka sa office next week.”

“Okay, sige. Anong araw? At sa isip ko naman ay he wanted to talk business, which is the usual topic in our meetings.

“Anytime na libre ka. Dun lang naman ako sa office.”

“Sige, check ko muna sa secretary kung anong schedule ko tapus contact niya office mo,” ang sabi ko na lang.

During the ride going to Roland’s house, the girls continued chatting and exchanged playful banters. Though it was the first time Stella hangout with Yssa, Liz, and Tricia, it was pretty clear to Stella that the three are very close.

Yssa has good relationships with her stepsiblings: on Jessica’s side and Roland’s side.

“Pa, sama ako kina ate Liz?” Paalam ni Yssa sa tatay niya.

“Okay, just get some clothes pagdating sa bahay,” ang agad na pagpayag ng ama.

“Hiram na lang ako kay, ate.”

“Kayung bahala.” Ang medyo pilit na sagot ni Roland na tila napagod na.

“May damit ka pa sa bahay,” paalala naman ni Liz sa kanyang kapatid.

“Ay oo nga pala.”

“Saka, I bought you some clothes.”

Yssa became excited upon hearing the new clothes. Liz knows that her young sister loves clothes, and Liz often shops for Yssa even without any special occasion.

Though Yssa is younger, she’s almost the same height as Liz. And while Liz’s figure is slender, Yssa’s is petite curvy. However, they borrow and wear some of each other’s clothes.

But between Stella and Liz, it seems both can wear all of each other’s apparel, including panties probably. Halos magka-pareho kasi sila ng height at hubog ng katawan.

When we arrived, Daniella (Roland’s youngest daughter) got out from the garage, pushing a wheelchair for Roland, but he managed to walk towards the gate and to the chair by the front patio.

I got the chance to ask Liz about what they were talking about in the vehicle.

“What were you ladies whispering about?”

“Sabi ni Stella, ireto ka daw sa mommy niya.”

“You met her mom?”

“Interesado?” Ang medyo mataray niyang tanong, na hindi ako sure kung nagbibiro. Kaya naman lalo akong natakot aminin yung nangyari sa coffee shop.

“I meant I thought you were talking about something else?”

“And what could that be?”

“Oh, nothing, Liza” with emphasis sa ‘Liza.’

Natawa ang anak ko kaya alam kong cool lang siya.

As we left, Roland sat on the chair and waved us goodbye, and I could tell that he seemed couldn’t wait to talk to me soon.

Our trip to my house was filled with giggles and light teases. Liz unwrapped the 8-inch roast beef sandwich and shared it with Yssa and Stella. Liz held the bread and let Yssa and Stella bit from it. I found that very sweet. But, of course, it’s sisterly love for Yssa, and I’m quite sure it was something else with Stella.

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At the house, the ladies were excited to have their own time in the basement.

To go down the basement, one must take the steps straight down first, and then, some more steps towards the left will lead to the main basement area. There were small rectangular windows between the wall and the ceiling on the rear side of the basement. The windows open to the backyard where the swimming pool is located. However, the windows are always close for the aircon.

The basement has a restroom with a small shower area. I placed a junior-sized sofa set, so there is a “living room area” but no television. I had custom-made the countertop on the corner, and on it is a microwave, coffeemaker, electric kettle, some mugs, bowls, plates, utensils, but no stove.

Next to the countertop is a refrigerator and cabinets with snacks, such as cookies, instant noodles, chips, chocolates, pretzels, etc. In the de facto “kitchen area,” there’s a four-seat dining table, and there are two study tables as well near the beds.

A wooden double-deck on one side and a twin bed was placed adjacent to the double-deck bed. Thus, there are three sleeping spaces for Liz, Yssa, and Deth, especially when Deth stays in the house during her short visits and holiday and summer vacations. But for that weekend, Stella occupied Deth’s bed.

The basement is practically a small apartment that was primarily reorganized for Liz because when she decided not to leave town for college, I furnished the basement to have her “dorm” in the house. Well, the idea is for her to have her private study and comfort area.

However, she doesn’t stay in the basement alone because she wants to use it with friends or with sisters. Still, the basement is a good place for school works with classmates; that’s why Liz invited Stella to do their project in the house.

Amy and Aida are always excited each time Yssa or Deth (especially when both) is in the house. Deth will be coming soon since it was her turn to stay with us that summer.

That weekend, Amy and Aida were focused on preparing meals or snacks for Yssa, Liz, and Stella as the three of them worked on their assignments, albeit Yssa would be doing her homework.

When we arrived at the house, I let the three girls attend to their plans, and I went straight to my room after I kissed Liz, Yssa, and Stella on the cheek. I took a shower and simply asked Amy to fix me a ham and scramble egg sandwich. I have my own minifridge in my room and had my sandwich as I sat on my recliner while watching the evening news.

Although the girls had planned to do school works, I expected the girls would just be hanging out and chatting that Friday evening since it was the end of the school week, and they’d probably wanted to take a break that night and chill. Besides, they have Saturday and Sunday to work on their tasks.

My assumption was accurate because Liz texted me around 8 p.m., which was about the time they’d finished dinner.

“Dad…”

“Baby?”

“Can we open one of your wines?”

“Sure!” I texted back without hesitation.

“Really?”

“It’s Friday. Take a break.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“But don’t give too much to Yssa.”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

)

“Love you…” I texted again.

“Love you, too.”

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I took a long hot shower, hoping that Liz was me in the bathroom, but I still could not shake off in my mind the public, or “pubic”, show that Stella gave me earlier in the coffee house. So, while in the shower, I could not really tell which between Stella and Liz was causing my erection while I “soap” myself.

After my shower, I put only a boxer and started going over some documents on my desk inside my room. Around 10:30 p.m. Someone knocked on my door. Since I was not decently clothed, I asked, “Liz?”

“Yah, it’s me.” She answered

“Come in.”

When Liz saw me, and realized what I was wearing, she immediately closed the door.

I said, “Hi, baby!” but she just looked at me and walked straight towards the edge of my bed. Her hands reached the mattress, climbed with her knees first, crawled on the bed, and sprawled her body at the center of my bed.

She laid on her belly, leg spread about 45 degrees apart, feet dangled at the edge of the bed, and arms and elbows were extended to her side.

Liz faced the other away, and I watched her back moved as she breathed and relaxed. She must have taken a shower already before they started drinking, and her silky hair rested nicely on the part of her neck, shoulder, and upper back.

Liz was wearing beige shorts whose hem was probably 2 to 3 inches away from the lower curves of her butt cheeks.

I love her cute little butt. When she’s little, I never spanked her ass with my hand or a slipper. Well, she has been a good girl, anyway.

And for those times that she was stubborn or had an occasional tantrum when she’s a little girl, I’d embraced her until she was not upset anymore. Most of those times, she’d fall asleep in my arms, and I’d fatherly admire her lovely face as she dozed off.

Now that’s she has grown, I always like to kiss and nibble her cute little butt.

She’s also wearing a small faded green t-shirt and no trace of bra straps on her back. She must have been ready to sleep, so I wondered why she went to my room and not hanging out with her sister and Stella.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“Yah…” ang medyo pilit niyang sagot at ini-angat ang kamay and gave me a right thumb up as she faced to her left, opposite from me.

You had too much wine?” I asked.

“Just a little tipsy, dad.”

“Okay, aren’t you going to sleep now?”

“Maya maya ng kaunti.”

“How’s Yssa doing?”

“She just took a shower earlier, and she’s reading something in bed.”

“She usually does that until she falls asleep,” which something that I have become familiar with Yssa.

“She had some wine, too, but just one glass.”

“How about Stella?” I asked next.

Liz turned her head towards me, her face covered by her hair, looked at me without a word, then turned her head away again.

“Something wrong?”

I intriguingly asked because of her unusual reaction. She’s usually bubbly when she had something to drink unless they opened another bottle and had too much wine.

But of course, I have known her growing up. When she’s a little girl, Liz would sit next to me on a chair, sofa, or even on the floor when she wanted to talk to me or even “confront” me if I made her upset, or I did not fulfill a promise, like forgetting taking her to the theater to watch a well-anticipated movie, or reneging my promise to travel abroad one time.

However, Liz is a very forgiving and understanding person. She never became temperamental and never had that inflated opinion of self-importance. Her “tampo” to me are brief, and mostly endearing. She’s a strong young lady but has exuded humility. These are some of the many good traits that made me admire her so much.

She did not answer my question but turned her body to face me again where I was seated. Liz then positioned herself in a fetal position and hugged a pillow with her arms and thighs.

Thinking that she wanted to be held, I stood up and lay on the left side of my bed, next to her. She let go of the pillow and replaced me with it. Her left cheek was on my right chest as my right arm embraced her shoulder and back. My hand also reached down to her butt and caressed it softly.

At first, I thought that she might be upset because Stella may have told her what happened in the cafe, but since Liz cuddled with me, it was clear that Stella hasn’t and Liz and I were fine, so far.

Thinking that something else was obviously bothering her, I asked her directly, “Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I think Stella has a boyfriend.” And she said it in a more disappointed tone rather than a sad one.

“What made you said that?”

“When we were having wine and talking, she kind of hinted about having one.”

“That she’s in a relationship?”

“She did not admit it, but our conversation could lead to that conclusion.”

“So, if it was indeed that case, how’d you feel?”

I always respect how she feels and never dismiss anything as petty when it comes to her feelings.

“I don’t know, dad.”

“Feeling blue?”

“Not really. Hmm, maybe a little.” Pahabol na lang niya.

“Of course, that’s normal. And are you jealous?”

“I don’t know…well maybe.”

“That’s fine, too, baby.” At hinila kong payakap nang kaunti ang balikat niya at hinalikan sa ulo.

“What should I do?”

I never really tell Liz what to do or not to do unless it’s strictly parental matters, so I give her options and let her decides based on her capabilities and limitations. But of course, her choices are not always “either/or.”

“Well, you can tell her how you feel but at the risk of ruining your friendship if the feeling is not mutual, considering that you suspect that she has a boyfriend.”

“Okay.” And she waited for what I had to say next.

“Or you can, for now, cherish what you feel about her and enjoy her company.”

“I should not invest more feelings, right?”

“Well, though you’re still young and you will still meet other persons, don’t dismiss your feeling for her outrightly.”

“Why is growing up so hard, sometimes?” And she hugged me more as she asked such a rhetorical question.

Trying not to be condescending, I said, “that’s what adult and real life is all about, honey.” At sabay halik muli sa kanyang ulo.

“I know,” she said as she pressed her right thigh on my tummy.

“Anak…” I said in a loving and fatherly tone.

“Ano iyon itay?” Ang biro naman niya sa entrada ko.

“Disabused yourself of the idea or fanciful notion that we must have everything that we want.”

“Alam ko naman yun, dad.”

“And with people, if you like a person, try not to think that you can only be happy if you have him or her.

“To do so would be very self-centered,” Liz responded with full appreciation of what I’m saying.

“But of course, never sacrifice your worth,” I added.

“So, with Stella, I should not be focusing too much if she likes me also but must enjoy our time together.”

“If that’s what you think would be the best.”

“Yes, dad. That’s better than losing her as a friend.”

“And if your feelings for her make it more difficult for you, always remember that in the end, never love someone who doesn’t love you.”

“And that how I should deal with life’s reality.”

“To a certain extent, baby, but of course, allow yourself to like or even love other people.”

We tightened our embrace, and I kissed her forehead and held my lips on her skin for a while.

“I had few crushes naman before and, maybe, even now.”

“That part of growing up, and it’s good to have crushes.”

“They come and go. Some of them I don’t see anymore.”

“Wala ka bang naka ‘MU’?”

“Walang gustong umamin,” at natawa kaming pareho.

“I’m sure na-totorpe sila.” I thought so because of her beauty.

“Ewan ko sa kanila, Natatakot mabasted.” Ang biro na lang ni Liz.

“If that’s true, then maybe they don’t deserve you, anak.”

“Hindi sila nag-try kase?”

“Yah, but had you ever hoped that someone had pursued courting you?”

“There was this guy last semester, but I think he dropped.”

“Anong nangyari, nanligaw ba sa’yo?”

“At first, but tumigil din.”

“Did you like him?

“He’s cute naman.”

“Were you disappointed?”

“Because he stopped, I never really got to know him better, so he did not stay long enough for me to feel disappointed about him disappearing suddenly.”

“His lost, baby.”

“Thanks, dad. That’s so sweet.”

“Maybe, eventually, may maglakas ng loob.”

“I know naman, but I was never really serious about courtship naman talaga.”

“Until kay Stella?”

“Yes, I was hoping, but of course, I’m not obsessed about her.”

“But if life actually brings you disappointment, it offers many possibilities, too.” My words of encouragement ko naman sa aking anak.

“Ayus lang yun. Ang bata ko pa para magka syota,” biro naman niya.

“Tama, wala munang syota syota,” gatong ko naman at natawa ulit kaming pareho.

“At saka I love you the most, daddy, so I won’t be too preoccupied with my crush or having a relationship.”

“I love you more, Liza.”

I’m her dad, and I love her no matter what and unconditionally. Our dad and daughter relationship is not the typical romantic love affair; the intimacy is founded on blood instinct, which naturally cause care and affection, based on mutual love and lust.

Thus, with me and Liz, no game, no play, and no toxicity and manipulation found in typical relationships. Sa mga sumunod na mga buwan at araw, may mga tampuhan pero walang drama. Mayron kaunting inisan ngunit walang away at bangayan. At kung meron mang hindi pagkakaunawaan paminsan minsan, laging nauuwi sa lambingan at matinding kantutan.

I lifted her chin and kissed her lips tenderly and felt the moistness and tasted the sweetness before I licked and sucked them.

“Hmmm,” we both moaned as our tongues and mouth made licking and sucking sounds.

When we paused and looked at each other, I said, “babe.”

“Ano yon dad?”

“I’m glad we talk about these things.”

“I trust you, dad.” She placed her right arms on my chest and pressed her breasts on me.

After a momentary pause and while I caressed her waist and hip with the back of my right hand, I asked her, “aren’t you going to join Yssa and Stella? Baka hinihintay ka nila.”

“Dito muna ako,” ang malambing niyang sagot habang ginagalaw-galaw niya ang kanyang kanang binti at paa na nakadantay naman sa akin. Habang magkatabi kami sa kama, biglang umilaw ang cellphone ko na nasa night stand because of an incoming text.

I reached for it, but Liz grabbed it, not because she’s suspicious of anything, but simply because my reading glass was on my table. I could just enlarge the fonts, but Liz has been reading my messages for me when I’m not wearing my glasses or driving.

“Dad, text ni Tito Roland about dun sa meeting ninyo.”

Liz read the date and time to give me an idea, though the text itself served as my reminder.

Before she handed me my phone, she looked at my screen: a picture of her and Deth that was taken during one of our stays in our favorite resort.

“I remember this, dad.”

“Me too; we had so much fun.”

“We always have fun.”

“I hope we could spend time all together again,” sabi ko. Dahil nang lalong nagdalaga si Liz at dalagita si Deth, hindi na kami nagbabakasyon kaming apat nina Rebecca, Liz, at Deth. Naging salitan na lamang ang bakasyon ni Liz at Deth, kaya minsan si Liz ang pupunta kina Rebecca.

Liz asked me, “nagsesex pa din ba kayo ni mommy Becca kapag nagabakasyon tayong apat noon?”

“Yes, babe.” I honestly told her.

“Maski noong meron kang girlfriend dito?”

“Alam naman ni mommy Becca mo.”

“Pero sabi ni Deth walang naging karelasyon mommy niya.”

“Ewan natin, pero hindi ko naman pinigilan si mommy Becca mo na mag-asawa.”

Liz knows every detail of my relationship with Rebecca, so Liz stopped wondering why Becca and I never ended together. Besides Jessica’s petition to declare our marriage void never prosper, the court did not grant our annulment. So even if I want to marry Rebecca or any of my past girlfriends, I can’t.

Turning our conversation back to the picture on my phone, “look, we’re so young.” She said excitedly, but when she realized that the picture is on my phone, Liz giggled. “Ay, phone mo nga pala ito.

I just quipped, “you and Deth are still young pa din naman.”

“I meant, mas bata pa kami dito sa picture,” and Liz playfully bumped her forehead on my chin.

“How old were you again in this picture?” Tanong ko na lang maski alam ko.

She thought for a while and said seductively, “My age when my xxxxxxx came out.”

“Oh, I see.” I took a deep breath as I imagined what she just said.

Liz looked at me and teased, “May gusto ka na sa akin noon diba?”

“Guilty!” ang sabi ko kaagad.

“Isa ka talagang maniac na ama,” at sabay kunot sa ilong niyang matangos.

“Nakaka-maniac ka kasi anak,” at sabay hila ko naman sa kanyang ulo para halikan muli sa labi.

“Swerte mo talaga, nakakahalik ka sa anak mo nang ganito,” biro ni Liz sa akin.

“At nahihipuan ko pa,” sabay pisil sa kanyang pwet.

“Pati sa suso,” at muling idiniin ni Liz ang kanyang dibdib sa aking katawan.

“Nadidilaan ko pa pati mga utong.” She looked at me with her half-opened eyes, for it seemed she’s wanted her nipples to be sucked.

“Pati pekpek ko nadilaan mo na din,” ang mahina niyang sambit pagkatapos huminga ng malalim.

“At nakantot ko na rin ang pekpek mo,” at muling haplos sa kanyang pwet.

“Nilabasan mo pa ng tamod, dad.” At medyo idiniin ang balakang sa aking bewang o tagiliran.

“Ang sarap kasing labasan so puki mo, anak.”

“Ramdam ko talaga kapag nilalabasan ka.”

“Gusto mo iyon?”

“Yes, dad. Nakakalibog lalo.”

“Nakakalibog talaga.”

“Ang sarap kase ng pakiramdam kapag nilabasan ka sa akin.”

I looked at her and felt that she wanted to say something more.

“Nakakalibog nga talaga, diba?” Ang tanong ko upang himukin ang kanyang nais sabihin.

“Kapag kase…,” She paused and covered her face on my right chest, feeling a little shy.

I found it lovely and so sweet that she could still be a bit bashful after all we’ve “done” together.

“Ano yun, babe?” ang tanong kong may panlalambing.

“I don’t know, but when you cum inside me…”

Her paused prompted me to ask her, “pag nilalabasan ako sa loob mo?”

She did not look at me when she stated, “kapag nilalabasan ka sa loob ko, lalo akong na-iinlove sa’yo.”

I felt that my heart melted upon hearing what she said. I hugged her tightly and said, “kapag nilalabasan ako sa loob ng puki mo, sukdulan ang pakiramdam ko sa pag-angkin ko sa’yo.”

“Dad, ang pagtanggap ko sa tamod mo ay iyon din ang pagbigay ko sa sarili ko.”

“At lalo din akong na-iinlove sa’yo, anak.”

“Dad, you own my body.”

“I held her cheek and moved my face close to her and whispered, “Damn right, I own you.”

She answered me with a kiss.

“You can have a boyfriend or husband someday, but you still belong to me.”

Then it was Liz who move her face closer to me, “pero dad, hindi mo pa ako lubusang na-angkin.”

I was a little puzzled about what she just said, so I asked, “hindi pa ba?”

“Hindi pa.”

“Bakit?”

She then moved her lips to my right ear and whispered, “Hindi mo pa ako nabubuntis.”

Tama si Liz. Ma-aangkin ng lubusan ang isang babae ay kapag siya ay na-anakan ng lalake.

I held her right hips with my right hand and pressed her to make a space between our cuddling bodies. Then, I slid my hand to her tummy.

“Bibigyan mo ako ng baby?

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Coz I wanna give my whole body to you.”

“Gusto mo talagang anakan kita?

“Na angkin mo na si Jessica at si Rebecca, anakan mo din ako, daddy.”

“Baka hindi ka na makapag-asawa ng iba.”

“Kapag nabuntis mo na ako, iyong iyo na talaga ako, dad.”

“Anak at asawa na kita?”

“Anak na ina-asawa.” Ang sagot ni Liz na magkahalong biro at pagkaseryoso.

“Walang ng sasarap kapag sariling anak,” ang aking nasabi sapagkat ang pinaka bawal ang tunay na masarap at walang kapantay.

Matapos ang aming halik at yakap na mahigpit, napa-isip ang aking anak. Inihiga ang ulo sa aking kanang braso at napatingin sa kisame.

“Meron din kayang ibang mag-daddy na ganito?”

“Sa tingin ko madami, pero syempre pasekreto lang tulad natin.”

“Kase bawal talaga.”

“Pero sobrang sarap, babe.”

“Kaya dad, imposibleng walang iba na nag-eenjoy sa ganitong sarap.”

“You’re right. It’s hard to believe that no one else enjoys incest.”

“You think dad, some of them started early?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before the daughter is xxxxxxxx.”

“Well, hormones could kick in at any xxx.”

“That true, dad.”

“Do you remember the first time you felt horny?”

Liz paused for a while, trying to remember.

“I think when I was xxx.”

“Really?” To my amazement.”

“Yah.”

“How could you say that it was lust.”

“I felt it.”

“How? What kind of feelings?”

“Well, I think I felt it inside my womb…or something like that.”

“What else.”

“On my skin.”

“When you touched?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“xxxxxxx.”

“Where else?”

“My xxxxx.”

“You get xxt?”

“A lot, dad.”

“At xxx?”

“Yes, dad. Marunong na akong malibugan.”

“Would you?”

“What?”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

Hearing her answer, I said, “so there may be other dads and daughters or step-daughters having sex out there.”

“Daddies who fuck their daughter,” Liz said sultrily.

“And daughters who dream of their daddy’s dick.”

“Hmm, horny daughters, dad.” She pressed her body to me as she moaned.

I teased her, “Like you.”

“Like me,” she said with a smile.”

“Besides dads are always horny.”

“And all dads want to fuck their daughter.”

“You think so, babe?”

“I believe so, dad.”

“Well, that’s true between us.”

“I’m glad,” and she hugged me tightly again with her arm and thigh.

I pulled her chin again and kissed her.

“Hmmm,” ang matunog niyang ungol nang ipisil ko ang aking mga labi sa kanya.

Matapos ko siyang halikan at nang mahimasmasan ako sa aking kalibugan, biniro ko naman siya.

“Baka namimiss ka na ni Stella.”

“Miss ko na nga siya,” ang sagot niya ngunit halatang nakikisakay lamang sa sinabi ko.

Ang tunay na pagmamahalan ay malaya sa pag-ibig at kalibugan.

Kaya naman kinunsinti ko pa siya at sinundan ko nang, “Well, I know you have some ‘physical attraction’ sa kanya.”

“Crush ko nga diba,” ang sagot niya na tila nagtataka sa sinabi ko.

“I meant, ‘physically,” with added emphasis.

“Hmmm, well true. Though I think about it sometimes, not that often.”

“But you fantasized her?” Now completely changing our topic.

Liz squinted her eyes and thought for a while before she said, “Yah, but I really don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how?”

“She’s a girl…”

“Obviously…” dugtong ko kaya’t kinurot niya ang tiyan ko.

“Eh, wala naman siyang ganito,” ang bigla, pero magaan na hawak sa umbok sa loob ng boxer ko.”

“Uhmm,” ang bigla ko din na reakson sa kanyang kamay.

“Ay…” ang pagkamangha ni Liz nang ma-realized niya kung gaano na katigas ang ari ko sa oras na iyon.

“Pero diba sabi mo na-aroused ka about the idea of eating her?”

“Hmm…oo,” habang hawak pa din niya ang bukol sa boxer ko.

“Diba sabi mo din na na-aroused ka about the idea that Stella’s eating you?”

“Hmm…yah,” at medyo pumisil ang kamay ni Liz sa aking katigasan.

“Would you kiss her the way we kiss?”

Hindi nagsalita si Liz pero positive naman ang kanyang pagtango. Ipinisil muli niya ang kanyang pisngi’t bibig sa akin na tila nanggigigil sa sabik.

Ang libog na namuo mula sa aming usapan tungkol sa aming pagmamahalan ay nagbigay ng kagalakan sa bagong paksa tungkol sa kahalayan.

“Maybe ma-experienced mo din,” ang udyok ko sa kanya.

“Ang alin?” na medyo may kaunting sabik ang tinig sapagkat alam naman niya ang tinutukoy ko.

“Being physical with her,” sagot ko na lang.

“Seems unlikely naman,” at binitawan ang aking burat at iniyakap ang kanang braso’t kamay sa aking dibdib. Muli naman niyang iginalaw-galaw ang binti at paa na nakadantay sa aking katawan

“It could happen, babe.”

“Maybe,” at halatang kinilig siya at muling idiniin ang pisngi sa dibdib ko.

“Isn’t that sometimes, the two of you hold hands.”

“Like friends, lang naman.”

“Enjoy it.”

“But isn’t that being untruthful to her?”

“Untruthful how?”

“I’m not telling her how I feel.”

“You think that you’re taking advantage of her trust?”

“Yes.”

“In the ideal world, the feelings would have been mutual between the two of you.”

“But this is reality, dad.”

“But does it mean that if the feeling is one-way, the one who holds feelings is not allowed, at least, to be happy being with the other person?”

“So, I would not be lying to her.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, I like it when we sit or stand, and our shoulders touch.”

“You two seem close.”

“Yes, we often hug naman.”

“And kiss sa cheeks?”

“Yah…”

“Would you like to kiss her lips?”

“Yah…” na may kasabay na kaunting nod.

“Taste her tongue and suck it?”

Liz wriggled closer to me and pressed her chest on my side and said, “yah….”

I knew she getting more aroused, so I playfully stoked her.

“Her lips sucking your breast.”

“Ohmm,” and Liz pressed her crotch on the side of my right hip.

“Feel her tongue licks your nipples.”

“Yyahhh, as she grinded her crotch on my side.

“And her slick tongue licks your swollen clit, suck it until you cum.”

“Ohhhmm,” and she further pressed her chest on me and rubbed her groin more.

My right hand and arms pulled her closer to me, but she kept rolling until she ended on top of me. Her crotch was on my belly as she straddled my body. Liz became really aroused, and I felt her groin started pressing on my erection.

I caressed her back and rubbed her butt with my hands as our body heat rapidly turned up. She became more sensual and sucked my tongue, and lightly nibbled my lips with her perfect teeth.

The wine definitely affected her, and she arched her lower back a little, and her left hand reached between our bodies to grab my erection.

Must I tell her about the cafe incident first? I asked myself as we kissed. But my mind countered my planned admission and thought that deathbeds were meant for final confessions.

Should I risk my relationship with Liz was my other counter-argument.

Nonetheless, I also thought that telling her about it could be the key in opening the door that could lead us to a raunchier and more explicit side of our affair.

So, I gently grabbed her left hand, pulled it to the side, and released her from our kiss.

“Honey.”

“Hmm, dad?” na may kaunting timpla ng pagkabitin ang kanyang boses.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Ow, ano yun, dad?”

I first pressed my right palm on her left palm and then interlocked our fingers.

“Wasn’t that Stella and I were at the coffee shop earlier when you arrived.”

“Yes,” said Liz with an affirmative tone.

“And Stella and I weren’t actually acquainted yet until you came and introduced us.”

“That’s the first time you met her,” affirmed naman niya.

“But before you arrived, we’ve been sitting there for a while.”

She then became a little intrigued because I had to interrupt our kissing to tell her about something in the cafe.

“What happened,” Lis asked me to satisfy her growing curiosity.

I thought of describing indirectly what happened, and without an admission, I said, “At the cafe, Stella exposed herself to me,” and said it while I looked at the ceiling.

Liz, being smart as she is, tilted her head, squinted her eyes, frowned her forehead, but her lips were suppressing a smile, inquisitively looked at me and asked directly, “sinilipan mo siya no?”

Though my head was on the pillow, I tilted my head, pouted my lower lip, and shrugged my shoulders.

Her eyes widened not because of disgust but of surprise and amazement, “what?”

“Yah…well.”

She propped herself with her left hand on the bed and her right forearm on my chest, but she still lay on top of me and kept pressing on my erection.

“Anong nakita mo?” ang medyo naghalong excitement at apprehension sa boses niya.

“Yung pubic hair niya.”

“Huh, paano?”

“Ini-angat niya yung paa niya.”

“Well, okay. Pero paano mo nakita yung pubic hair.”

“Nakabukaka siya.”

“Ano yun? Walang siyang panty? Ang tanong niya habang nan-laki ang mga mata.

“Nakita ko nga ang pubic hair niya,” which is not an answer to her question.

“So sinadya niya?” Ang tanong na lamang ni Liz sa unresponsive kong sagot.

“Hmm, ganun na nga.”

“Kase nakatingin ka?”

“Aaaa, medyo.”

“Wala talaga siyang panty? Muli niyang usisa.

“Sa una meron.”

“Nakita mo?

“Yung panty niya?

“Oo, yung panty.”

“Oo, tapos nag-cr siya.”

“Aaa, tinanggal niya.” Singit kaagad niya sa sinasabi ko at napa-iling na lamang na parang hindi makapaniwala.

“Nagulat din ako, eh.”

“Nagulat or,” she paused before continuing her question, “nagustuhan mo?”

“Well…” and I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh my God,” Liz exclaimed, and I anticipated that she’d be upset with me.

But I was surprised that she wasn’t dismayed and said, “Ang landi niya!” ang biglang sambit ng aking anak sa magkahalong pagkabigla at pagkamangha sa kanyang kaibigan.

“Ganun na nga,” and dugtong kong pag-sang ayon at tuwa dahil tila nabaling kay Stella ang atensyon ni Liz.

Subalit, hindi naman pala ako lubusang safe kaya napa “Hoy!” si Liz.

She pressed my nose with her right index finger and feigning disappointment said, “you’re no off the hook yet, mister!”

“I know it’s my fault, too…umupo kasi siya sa harap ko.”

“Kaya mo siya sinilipan?” Balik muli ang atensyon sa akin.

“Ah, napatingin ako syempre.”

“Sa loob ng skirt niya?”

“Aa, hindi…sa paa lang niya muna.”

“Muna?”

“Yung paa niya at tuhod nasa harap ko talaga kase.”

“Kaya tinitignan-tignan mo?”

“Napapatingin naman talaga ako pero…”

“Pero ano?”

“Alam niya na tumitingin ako.”

“Hindi siya nagtakip?”

“Hindi rin siya lumipat ng upuan,” dagdag na paliwanag ko.

“She gave you a show,” Liz said in acknowledging my story.

“She spread her legs, babe.”

“Oh, grabe siya.” Ngunit hindi inis si Liz, at tila nasopresa lamang.

“And she eventually lifted her feet to show her crotch.”

Liz then took a deep breath but not due to exasperation, but more of a yearning. Of course, I could not tell what’s inside Liz’s mind, but her face seemed to show wonder.

Nevertheless, I said, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, dad. I don’t blame you at all.”

“Really.”

“At least now you have an idea why I like her.”

“I guess you would stare at her, too?” Turning the question to her.

“I would, but would she be that daring to expose herself to another girl?”

“It’s possible, babe,” giving her encouragement so that she won’t feel left behind.

“Teka!” at napa-angat siya ng kaunti sa pagkakadapa sa akin na nagdulot naman nang pagdiin ng kanyang balakang sa aking katigasan.

“Ano yun?”

“Na-aroused ka no?”

Umamin na din ako at tumango.

“So would you do to her what you’ve done to me?”

“Sorry honey, but I would be lying if…”

Even before I finished my sentence, Liz placed her left cheek on my upper chest and reached my sides to hug me.

“Hmm, dad,” as she pressed her body on me.

“Kung kayo lang talagang dalawa sa cafe, baka.”

I interrupted her before she finished what she’s saying. Sinabi ko na lang na, “we can only speculate. Besides, she might not go beyond exhibiting herself.”

“Maybe she just like showing herself,” added Liz to satisfy herself with my answer.

“Na-aaroused siya sigurado na mag-paboso,” dugtong ko pa.

“Oh, I knew,” said Liz na parang may na-alala bigla.

“Really? You knew?”

“Somehow.”

“What do you mean?” Ako naman ang na-curious.

“Nabanggit na niya sa akin pero I never realized to how much extent.”

Natawa kaming pareho pagkasabi ko nang, “well, that much.”

“So, you really got aroused?” Liz asked me again but without disdain in her voice.

There’s no point in hiding it from my daughter, so I admitted to her, “Yes, I felt excited.”

“Tinigasan ka?” diretsong tanong niya ngunit hindi naman galit.

I just nodded.

Liz crawled up a bit, so her face was really close to me, “So gusto mo din siyang maka-sex? Ang mahinahon naman na tanong niya sa akin.

“Ah, well…”

“It’s okay dad…tell me.” Her eyes were eager for an answer.

“Ah, ganun na nga.”

I felt her chest and crotch pressed on me, and I’m a little surprised about her body reaction from my admission.

“I guess we like the same girl,” she said tenderly, without a hint of resentment.

“But you have feelings for her, and I only got carried away at the cafe.”

“What you felt was pure lust?” with a hint of fascination in her voice.

“And she meant nothing to me,” I said that in a very assuring voice.

“I believe you.”

“You’re the only one that I love.”

“I know, dad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can’t control who turns you on.”

“That’s true to both of us.”

“I know.”

“We just have to be honest.”

“This is what I like about us, dad.”

“That we’re open, anak?”

“Yah, no secrets.”

“Yes, baby…no secrets.”

I slid my hands from her back and down to her cute butt. “Hmmm,’ she moaned as we resumed our kiss, and I could taste the wine in her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of the touch of her lips and the taste of her tongue. I gently squeezed her ass and pulled her more to me as I lifted and pressed my pelvis on her.

Liz, getting more passionate, wrapped her left arm around my neck and her right arm slid under my left arm. I was surprised that she took more control of our kiss and started to breathe heavily, so I wondered what made her feel so hot.

I lightly sucked her lips before I released our kiss and asked her, “ohh, honey…what’s in your mind?”

“Nothing…” said Liz and immediately kissed my left jaw and my neck just below my left ear.

I moaned, “ahhmm,” because of the mix of pleasure and tickle Liz has caused in kissing my face and neck. I then reached inside her shorts and was amazed to realize that she’s not wearing panty.

My right middle finger slid pass her anus and to her slit, and I was more amazed to feel that my daughter was already very “xxt.”

“Ahhmm,” she groaned when I reached further and pressed and slid my finger between her moistened folds. And while my finger parked at her slippery opening, she raised her head and faced me.

She bit her lip before confessing what’s making her so aroused.

“Dad…”

“What, babe?”

“I’m imagining Stella.”

“Imaging her what?”

Liz didn’t answer but resumed kissing me. I pulled my hand from her short and caressed her back as we kissed torridly. My right hand held her exposed lower back and then slid my hand to her waist, to her side, until my palm covered the base and lower half of her left breast.

Her nipple was so stiff, and when my thumb lightly flicked it side-to-side, my daughter moaned over my mouth, “hmmm,” “hmmm,” “hmmm…”

My left hand grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled it up towards her head, and my right hand let go of her breast and pulled her shirt above her head. She lifted her body and extended her arms so that I could undress her top completely. When her body dropped on my chest, her newly bathed soft skin felt so good on me.

I hugged her, and we continued our kiss.

I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pushed it down to her upper thighs, exposing her buttocks. I tried to pull it down further with my toes, but Liz pulled it as well to free herself from her shorts.

After she got naked, I pushed down my boxer, and Lis pulled it down to help me take it off. She then placed her hair in a ponytail to secure it and be out of our way and so that I could see her pretty face better, too.

My body and groin could feel the heat emanating from the smooth skin of her pelvis and her sparsely hairy crotch. Her thighs felt warm and silky as she straddled and moved on top of me.

I was caught off guard when Liz leaned back, reached her hand behind and held my erection. She gently massaged, squeezed, and made a milking motion around it with her hand. As a result, my dick became so rigid from her hand squeezes.

Her disappointment when she first entered my room was dissipated, and she gave me an eager look as she glided down on my belly towards my dick.

With her knees and left elbow supporting her on the bed, she lowered her right shoulder, and with her right hand, she reached under her tummy. Upon touching my erection again, her fingers held the upper half of my cock and centered it on her waiting cunt.

She pressed her hips back a little until the head of my rigidity slipped between her tiny folds. And though her vagina is small, my penis slid further inside her wet pussy, and Liz made a soft and sultry “ooohhh” sounds as she willingly impaled herself on my rod.

Liz placed her hands on my chest and lifted her upper body up.

She yelped, “uhhgghhm,” the moment she plunged the whole length of my raging manhood insider her teenage girlhood. I never expected that she wanted it deep at the first instance, for we’re just getting started.

I had no complaints, nonetheless.

My baby is a wonderful sight, and I’m in awe as my eyes feasted on her body. Our pelvis touched, and her abs were showing, and at the center is her sexy belly button. Her breasts, crowned by her puffy areolas and small erect nipples, were on a nice display in front of me. Her collar bones added sexiness to her gorgeous neck. Tiny moles also sporadically scattered on her chest and neck, which added more to her sex appeal. Between her pubescent-like breasts was the necklace that I gave her.

While she engulfed my whole length inside her, Liz started to rub and slide her crotch on me. Deeply penetrating the tightest pussy that I helped created is the most incredible feeling. Her pelvis moved forward and back, and I held her waist as she rode my cock. My hands slid down, lightly touching her hips, and I let her control her movements’ pace and force.

“Uhhhmm,” “Uhhmm,” “Uhhmm…” were her moans each time she pressed down and forward.

After a while, her hips started to move slowly as she savored the pleasure from my penis rubbing against her tight vaginal wall.

“Ahhaa,” “oohhhaa,” “hmmhhaa,” “Ahhaa,” “hmmhhaa,” became her quiet yet successive moans.

Because of that incredible sensation on the head of my dick as it brushed inside her love hole, even I was making soft sounds as I breathed out, “ahha,” “hhaa,” “hhaa,” hhaa,” “hhaa…”

“Oh, my God baby…hmm, that feels so good.” I added.

Liz continued her soft moans as I watched her face slowly revealed a built-up ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her nostrils were flaring.

When her pelvis switched gear and moved a little faster, my left hand held her waist, and my right hand held her left arm to support her. And when Liz started to moan louder, I knew and was astounded that she’s nearing orgasm so soon.

However, she did not move any faster and just maintained the motion, and she concentrated on taking my cock deep inside her.

“Oh, my God,” “Oh, my God,” “Oh, my God,” cried Liz as she continued riding my penis.

But in just a few seconds, she again moaned, “Ahh,” “Ahh,” Ahh,” Ahh,” Ahh,” “Ahh…” repeatedly and slowly getting louder.

As she rode my hardness, I felt the smoothness of her thighs and legs rubbing on my sides; I felt the added pressure as her pelvis pressed harder down and forward; I felt, too, the touch of her fingers on my chest.

As her orgasm fueled, I felt more pressure from her fingers, and when Liz flexed her fingers, I felt some sharp sensation from her nails. My daughter looked at me and saw in my face my slight discomfort. But instead of removing her fingers, she flexed her fingers more and dug her nails on my chest.

“Uhmm,” was all I could mutter from the ache on my skin.

I did not mind the discomfort on my chest, knowing that my baby was on the verge of her orgasm. My right hand grabbed her left shoulder, and my left hand remained firmly on her waist to help her maintained momentum.

Liz continued with her pelvic grinds, pressing herself harder and harder on my crotch. Her fingers pressed harder, too. But she just watched my face grimaced as I grunted from the added pain.

As she looked at me, Liz’s moans suddenly became high pitch, “uhhmm!” “uhmm!” “uhmm!” “hhmm…!”

For a short moment, right before her orgasm started, Liz slid her nails on my skin and scratched my chest as she began to climax. I pressed my lips firmly so as not to grunt loudly.

Worried that Yssa or Stella might hear her, I let go of her shoulder, and my right palm muffled her mouth. “Hmmppff,” “hmmpff,” “hmmpffh,” “hmppffhh,” “hmpffhh,” “hhmppff,” “hmmppff…,” were her stifled cries on my palm.

As I held her mouth, she kept grinding and rubbing herself on me while her orgasm intensely electrified her body.

I felt the pressure on my thighs when she pressed her knees and legs on me while her body tensed during her climax. I felt her ass flexed and contract, too, as her bottom sat on top of me.

My left hand caressed her body after her orgasm peaked. I let go of her mouth, and she panted, “ha,” “ha,” “ha,” “ha,” “ha…,” to catch her breath.

Her chest and shoulders were still heaving when I pulled her closer to me. Her left cheek landed on my scraped upper chest and her head snuggled on my neck, under my chin.

She panted a long “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa…” quietly, and my hands were caressing and massaging her body.

When she was a little girl, my baby would crawl on top of me—whether I was in bed or on the couch—after she has gotten tired from playing and running around. She’d placed her head on my chest, and I’d rubbed her back to help her rest. After her mild panting completely subsided, my innocent baby girl would often fall asleep.

Liz would also crawl on top of me when she’s a young teen when she felt tired from doing something, like reading for several hours or cleaning and arranging her room. She’d lay prone, and her upper body would be on top of me and her hips and legs on my side. Liz would place her head on my chest, and I’d embrace her body and kiss her head as she relaxed for a while. After she rested, she’d lift her body off from me, but before I let her go, I would innocently kiss her lips.

Before she completely recovered from her first orgasm, my daughter pushed her bottom down to re-engulf my erection inside her drenched orifice. I was amazed that she wanted to fuck again right away.

As she lifted her upper body from me, she released another soft “uhhmmm” as my shaft slid deeply inside her pussy once more.

Before she restarted, Liz re-arranged her ponytail. After she took some deep breaths, her pelvis resumed its back-and-forth gliding motion. However, she skipped the initial slow-paced and immediately rubbed her crotch on me more aggressively.

“Uhmm, “uhmm,” uhmm,” uhmm…,” as Liz also bounced a little to mix her crotch-grinding with some short but forceful pumpings.

To guide her, I slightly bent my knees and pressed my heels on the bed, and tilted my pelvis forward. My hands were on her buttocks, and my abs worked simultaneously with her short but quick pumps.

My gluts muscles contracted forcefully to thrust my pelvis up and forward to meet her hip’s back and downward push. My bed also conspired in our bestial affair, for its springs gave us an extra push and made my thrusts a little harder.

And as our hips found the rhythm, so as the tempo of the slapping sounds of our pelvis and thighs—”pak,” “pak,” pak,” “pak…,” were the sounds of our skins smacking as we bounced on top of my conniving mattress.

While we bounced and skin-slapped, the smacking sounds of our colliding bodies chorused our cries and moaned: Liz’s “Uhm,” “Hmm,” “Uhm,” Uhm,” “Hmm…,” were partnered with my “Ahha,” “ahha,” “umha,” “ahh,” “ahh,” ahh,” “ahh….”

My ass tightened, and my shoulder shivered as I felt my orgasm slowly building up. To distract myself and avoid prematurely cumming, I focused on something else.

I recalled my un-answered question and asked her again, “you said you’re imagining Stella?”

Slightly reducing her pace, Liz said, “yes, dad.”

“What were you thinking?”

Her half-opened eyes stared at me, and she bit her lower lip in hesitation to answer. But I pressed her to talk, “anong ini-imagine mo kay Stella?”

Because Liz was breathing somewhat heavily, she said in an unsteady voice, “kinakantot siya.”

I immediately remembered that Liz admitted to me that she’d imagine Stella being fucked by her dad and that she would watch them if she could.

“Oh, gusto mong pinapanood na kinakantot siya ng daddy niya?”

Liz was having so much pleasure, so she just nodded in agreement as she pressed her upper and lower lip together.

“You won’t get jealous of her dad?” I asked her again to draw my attention away from my budding orgasm.

With her forehead frowning but due to deep pleasure, Liz just shook her head to express no.

To further distract myself from cumming early, I started to narrate, so she could have a vivid imagination of Stella getting boned.

“Gusto mong makita siyang hinahalikan siya ng daddy niya?”

“Mmhha,” Liz nodded and mumbled in agreement.

“Gusto mong makita siyang hinihipuan?”

She again nodded and inaudibly approved.

“Her breasts getting suck?”

She managed to mutter, along with her fast breathing, “Hmm, yahh.”

“Her pussy getting touched?”

“Hmm…”

“Getting fingered?”

She answered in an almost labored, “Yes.”

For sure, my baby was getting more aroused since my evocative talks might be playing in her mind. Her hip motions were getting faster again, and her facial expression seemed to indicate another forming orgasm.

When she said, “Oh, daddy…,” I knew her orgasm started to build up again.

With my left palm on her waist, I stopped moving my pelvis to allow her concentrate on her another growing tension. When she inhaled forcefully all through her nose, she made a wheezing sound, so I knew she was about to cum again.

Thus, I placed my right palm on her mouth and sealed her lips once more. Her muffled groans, “Hmppff,” “Hmmppff,” “Hmmppff…,” as she emptied her lungs, were accompanied by her continuous pelvic grinding and her heightened climax.

I removed my hand from her mouth, and she began panting again. She rounded her upper back and shoulders and kept catching her breath.

Still exhausted, my darling again collapsed on top of me and appeared unsure whether to roll or drop on my left or right side.

I placed my legs on the back of her legs and wrapped my arms around her—though not too tightly—as she remained on top of me.

In between her exhales and air intakes, while her eyes closed and forehead was pressed on my upper chest, Liz said, “Oh, dad, grabe ang sarrraaapph.”

Biniro ko siya, “Tila hot na hot ka, baby.”

She did not reply but kissed and sucked my chest, planting kiss marks on and around my scratches. Her breathing hasn’t normalized, and her last orgasm still affects her, so I went on to evoke her fantasy.

I bent my knees more, in a slight angle, anchored my heels on the bed, and placed my arms on her upper and midback.

“Gusto mo talaga na mapanood siya habang kinakantot?”

“Yes,” and as she replied, I tilted my pelvis forward, pressed my heels on the bed, flexed my ass and abs to penetrate her deeply.

“Ahhaa,” ang ungol ng aking anak sa aking pag-ulos at sunod sunod na, “Ahh,” “ahh,” “ahh,” “ahh,” “ahh…,” ang kanyang binitawan sa mga magkakarugtong kong mga kadyot.

“Sagad na sagad ang burat ng daddy sa puki ni Stella.”

“Hmm,” “hmmm,” “yes,” “hmm…” ang sagot ni Liz habang pikit ang mga mata na tila ini-imagine niya ito.

“Basang basang ang pekpek niya.”

“Ahh,” “ahh,” “ahh,” “yes, dad…”

“Sobrang sarap na sarap siya habang kinakantot.”

Tuloy lamang ang ungol ni Liz habang nakikinig sa akin, “hmm,” “hmm,” “aahh,” “aahh,” “sarap na sarap talaga siya…” ang dagdag niyang tugon.

I kept thrusting up to fuck my daughter’s creamy pussy, and the bed has done its job in propelling me in my every thrust, thus making each push a little faster.

“Sakmal ng daddy niya ang kanyang mga kamay habang nirarapido ang puki niya.”

“Ahh, “hmm,” “ahh,” “hmm,” binibiyak nang todo ang puki niya,” ang hingal na sagot ni Liz.

“Todo at sagad sagaran para maleksyunan siya,” dugtong ko pa.

“Tatamuran ang puki niyang malandi,” ang gigil na pahabol ng aking anak.

“Ibubuka nang todo para sagad sa sinapupunan.”

“Hmm,” “ahh,” aahh,” “hmm,” “Para mabuntis ang puta,” ang mahayok na banggit ni Liz.

I kept feeding her other ideas on how her dad would debase Stella, and said, “hawak siya sa pisngi habang kinakantot ang kanyang bibig.”

Liz got carried away and said, “isaksak and burat sa bibig.”

“Putukan ng tamod sa lalamunan,” ang sabi ko to finish her sentence.

“Ipalunok sa kanya lahat,” na ang pagkasabi ni Liz ay tila nauhaw din ang kanyang lalamunan.

“Pagsasabayin siya. . .,” which I suddenly suggested, and I did not expect that Liz would like.

“Hahalikan siya sa labi ng isa,” ang agad na lumabas na ideya mula sa aking anak

“Sinususo ng isa pang lalake ang utong niya,” dagdag ko pa.

“Sabay nilang i-suck ang mga utong niya,” at nasundan ng “hmmm,” na halinghing habang sanakmal ni Liz ang kanyang mga suso. Parang ini-magined niya ang pagsuso sa mga utong ni Stella.

“Isa sa kanan, isa sa kaliwa,” ang pahiwatig ko pa.

“Finiginger siya ng isa,” sabay diin naman ni Liz nang kanyang balakang sa aking ari sa kanyang pagbanggit.

Sa aming pantasya ay tila lalong nang-gigil si Liz at nasarapan sa aking mga ulos. She placed her legs under my thighs until her heels almost reached my upper inner thighs. I hugged her closer to me, so her face on my chest. I continued rocking my body as my heels pushed on the bed, and the bed sprang and pushed back my hips up to continue fucking my baby girl harder.

“Hmm,” “hmm,” hmm,” “hmm…” were her sustained cries, and my shoves never falter even as we talked.

Pakiramdam ko ay malapit na din akong labasan, ngunit nais ko pang tumagal, kaya muli kong pinaantig ang aming malaswang usapan.

“Ang isa kakainin ang pekpek niya.”

“Habang tsinutsupa niya ang isa,” ang dugtong ni Liz na aking kaunting kinagulat.

“Kakantutin siya sa puki,” ang tuloy ko na lamang sinabi.

“Isang burat sa bibig niya.” Ang sabi kaagad ni Liz na lalo akong napaisip kung saan at paano siya nagkaroon ng ganung ideya.

“Nakatuwad siyang kakantutin sa puki.”

“At kinakantot sa bibig,” giit muli na aking anak na lalo namang nagpalibog sa akin nang marinig ko ito mula sa kanya.

“Ganyan mo siyang gustong makitang kinakantot?”

“Yes, dad.”

“Spit roast?” At nakuha agad ni Liz and ibig sabihin.

“Bagay sa kanya,” na may halong libog at galak sa sagot niya.

“Magugustuhan niya iyon,” ang may kagalakan ko ding sinabi.

“Napakalibog niya,” at sabay diin nang kanyang balakang sa akin.

Lalo akong ginanahan kaya bumulong ako kay Liz nang, “ganun dapat sa babaeng malibog.”

“Hmmm,” ang tanging ungol lamang ni Liz habang muling idiniin ang puki sa aking burat.

Napa-isip talaga ako dahil meron siyang ganung klaseng mga ideya sa ganung bagay kaya tila nawala na din muli ang aking inhibisyon at bigla kong naitanong, habang naglalabas masok ang aking tigas na tigas na ari sa kanya, “gusto mo din iyon, anak?”

Napapikit lamang si Liz at muling napa, “hmmm” na lang sa aking tanong.

Lalo pa akong nalibugan sa kanyang reaksyon kaya hinawakan ko ang mga pisngi ni Liz at hinila papunta sa aking mukha. I kissed her passionately, and we made smacking sounds with our lips as lust kept brewing inside us. After that question, I felt her kisses tensed and more aggressive.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked her to gauge her reaction.

“I feel so good, dad.”

When my hips briefly paused, she raised her body up and again placed her hands on my chest. My baby started to ride me again and began to bounce on top of me. She lifted herself by pressing her hands on my chest. Flexing her gluts and hamstrings, Liz’s pelvis moved up and down in an almost straight pattern to pump my hardness. In this manner, I felt so much pleasure as my dick rubbed against her narrow vaginal wall.

Because of her almost bouncy pumps, my dick sometimes momentarily slid out from her slippery pussy. When I grabbed my erection to guide it back to her slit, I felt so much of her creamy juice covering around my stiff shaft.

After I got inside her again, my daughter resumed bouncing on my cock. However, that seemed not to penetrate her deeper, so she started pushing her hips down and then forward again. In doing so, her hips moved again in a graceful fluid motion.

It felt so good that her tight pussy engulfed almost the entire length of my erection as she continued to pump and grind it in a vacuum-like suction. As before, it’s equally pleasurable for her to squeeze my dick each time she pulled back.

“Oohhmm, “oohhmm,” “oohhmm,” “oohhmm…,” were her constant moans each time she pushed down and forward and burying my erection deeper into her young vagina. Her moans were accompanied by the sticky and slurping sounds of our sexes rubbing; and in no time, I felt her juice dripped and trickled past my balls and then to my ass.

Fully realizing that our talks made her very horny, I continued feeding into our fantasy.

“Papatong si Stela katulad nito,” referring to our position.

“Yes, dad. At may subo din siyang burat,” na halatang gusto ni Liz na pagtulungan talaga si Stella.

“Or pupwesto ang isa sa pwetan niya,” sabay yakap ko kay Liz upang umangat ang butt niya.

“Tapos ano, dad?” Na may bahid ng antisipasyon sa kanyang boses.

“Ipapasok ng isa ang burat sa pwet ni Stella.”

“Isa pa pekpek at isa sa pwet?” Ang may kagalakan na tanong ni Liz.

“Double penetration, anak,” bulong ko sa kanya.

“Oh, shit!” sambit kaagad ni Liz at lalong nasabik ang bata sa sinabi kong double penetration.

“Magugustuhan niya iyon,” ang tuloy kong sinabi.

“Ganun dapat sa babaeng malibog,” ang may pagka-gigil na sinabi ni Liz.

“Siguradong malibog siya,” na may katiyakan kong sinabi.

“Malibog ang nagpapaboso,” ang wika ni Liz dahil nga sa ginawa ni Stella sa coffee shop.

“Pareho kayong malibog,” ang malaswa kong muling bulong sa kanya.

“Uhmmm,” and tanging sagot lamang ni Liz habang pikit ang mata.

“Malibog ka din, anak.” Muli kong bulong.

“Uhmmm,” na ungol ang muling reaksyon ni Liz.

Dahil sa kanyang reaksyon, muli akong tinablan ng matinding libog kaya nasabi ko na, “dapat ka din ma-doblehan, anak.”

Pagkatapos ng aking sinabi, wala siyang salitang sagot subalit mag-kakasunod na “Ahh, “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh…,” ang mga tugon na ungol nang kanyang bilisan ang pag-pump sa aking ari.

When her chest rested on top of me, my baby pumped my dick harder—lifting her pelvis then ramming it down. My arms were on her back, and her forearms were on top of my arms, just above my elbows.

Liz’s left temple touched my right cheek, so I felt her warm and rapid breath on my neck.

She kept moaning, “hhaa,” hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa…” again in a high pitch, which I did not bother to cover her mouth anymore and let her moaned and talked.

“Ohh, daddy!” “Shit!” “Shit!” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” Ahh,” “Ahh…”

Still wanting to maintain her excitement, I kept feeding words to make her happy and horny.

“You want to watch Stella getting fuck roughly?”

“Yes, daddy!” “Yes!” “Hmm,” Hmmm,” “Ohhmm,” Ohhmm…”

“Getting fuck by two guys.”

“Yes, two guys fucking her.”

“One is grabbing her ass and the other holding her face.”

“Yes, daddy. Spit roast that bitch!”

“One dick on her pussy.”

“One on her ass,” Liz finished my statement.

And I asked her again, “you want to watch her daddy fuck her?”

Before she said anything, Liz, again, picked up the pace of her pumps, and the closer intervals of the slapping sounds of our crotches and inner thighs indicated that she’s trying to reach her next orgasm. So, her moans changed into panting, “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa,” “hhaa…”

In between her gasp of air, and while she appeared to be in profound concentration, Liz answered me in a low voice, “you,” and then she continued panting.

“You?” I asked in an inquisitive and rather confuse tone.

“Yes, you,” Liz replied.

“Me?”

“And Stella,” Liz added.

“You want to watch me?

“Yes.”

“You want to watch Stella?”

“Yes.”

“You want to watch Stella and me?”

“Yes.”

“Watch me and Stella have sex?”

“Yes.”

“Watch me fuck Stella?”

As her hip movement kept its rhythm, Liz said, “Oh, yyyess, daddy!

And in another high-pitched and almost wheezing, “Uhmm,” “Uhmmm,” “Uhhmm,” “Uhhmm,” she affirmed the idea with her words and moans.

Her left upper cheek and temple were on my chin, so my voice wasn’t drowned by her moans, and I spoke very close to her ear.

I rephrased and asked, “You want to watch her being fuck by me?

Another, “uhhmm.”

“You want to watch us fuck?”

She gave me another moan, “uhhmm, dad.”

“You want me to fuck her dog style and pull her hair, baby?”

“Uhhmm, like a bitch.”

It seemed that my young daughter has slowly opened her mind to other ideas beyond incest. I was astonished by my daughter’s obscene fantasy since I never knew that she entertained the idea that I’m free to have sex with another girl the way I gave her permission to consider having a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

At that moment, I felt a mixture of excitement and slight apprehension about the possibility of expanding our taboo. I love my daughter, and I desire her so much. We discussed allowing her to date others or having a shared relationship with another person. But her open fantasy of me with another girl was unexpected.

The idea of her sharing her and having a relationship or a husband someday did not really make me feel jealous or aroused because she belongs to me, at ipapahiram ko lamang siya. However, watching a man fucks her is the idea that makes my heart aches and my dick throbs at the same time.

Like in the car, in the heat of lust and passion, my mind would intractably suggest watching her having sex with another older man: Her innocent eyes look up at the man, and he sees the awe on my daughter’s lovely face as she wondered how such a long and matured dick is giving her so much pleasure.

Such idea made me very horny; however, I kept on my suggestive talks about Stella.

“You want me to fuck her hard?”

“Uhhmm, pound her pussy hard.”

“Cum where?”

“Uhhm, ahhaa, anywhere you want.”

“On her pretty face?”

“Uhhmm…”

“On her breasts?

“Uhhmm…”

“On her belly?

“Uhhmm…”

“Sa loob niya?”

“Uhhmm…”

“Angkinin ko din siya?”

“Uhhmm, dad.”

“I would love to cum inside her pussy,” I whispered seductively to Liz.

“Cum inside her,” said my baby between her almost harsh gasping.

“Make her pregnant?”

“Oh, yes, daddy.”

“Fuck her when she’s pregnant?”

“Uhhmm…”

“Suck her swollen nipples?”

“Yahh, suck them.”

“Fuck her when her tummy is big?”

“Uhhmm…”

“Fuck her pregnant and swollen cunt?”

“Oh, yes, yes, dad.”

“Babuyin ko ang puki niya, anak?”

To my next surprise, Liz added, “pagsabayan nyo siya.”

“Oh, yes baby,” was my instant but not well-thought reply.

“With her dad” was her follow-up words as part of her fantasy.

“Pagsabayin namin siya ng daddy niya?”

“Oh, yes dad, yes,” and she sounded that she really like the idea.

“Ako sa puki ni Stella, sa bibig ang daddy niya?”

“Yes, yes, uhmmm.”

“At dodoblehin namin siya ng daddy niya?”

“Doblehin nyo siya.”

“Kantutin namin siya sa puki at pwet.”

“Oh, daddy!” “Yes!” “Yes!” “Oh, yes!” “Oh yes!” were her instantaneous replies.

Our fantasy about Stella was really arousing, especially learning that my daughter has those kinds of perverted thoughts.

It also seemed that Liz was almost close to orgasm since she started pressing her crotch and rubbing it harder on me.

After a moment, I realized what else that she wanted to fantasize—Liz suddenly paused her movement and said, “roll me over, dad.”

I obliged her request. Without pulling my erection from my daughter’s pussy, I hugged her, and my legs braced her as well; then, I rolled her to the side until I was on top of her.

My baby pressed her face on my chest, kissed, and sucked my torn skin. She pushed her pelvis forward and lifted her legs to allow me to penetrate her deeper. Her knees were pointing up to the ceiling, and her feet were up in the air.

“Oh, Liz you pussy feels so good,” as I began thrusting my hips to fuck my baby girl.

“You want to kiss Stella?” asked Liz

“Yes, baby,” and Liz placed her hands behind my neck, lifted her head, and kissed me.

“You want to suck her nipples?”

“Yes,” and Liz held the back of my head and pulled me until my mouth reached and sealed her left nipple and sucked it. “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Hmmm…,” were her moans as I sucked and flicked her nipple with my tongue.”

“You want to fuck Stella?”

Thinking that we’re still in our fantasy, I released her nipple and said, “I want to fuck her so bad.”

Liz pulled my neck and head and kissed me again. Then, she hugged me tightly.

After she buried her face under my chest, she said, “call me Stella.”

“Baby?”

“Imagine you’re fucking her.”

“But…”

“Close your eyes and think that I’m Stella.”

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

After she said that, my lust heightened, and my thrusts became stronger.

Between her cries of “Aahh!” “Aahh!” “Aahh…,” Liz said, “Say her name, dad.”

I embraced my daughter as her face was under my upper chest. Liz further lifted her thighs and placed her heels behind me to receive my cock deeper.

I grunted, “hha,” “hha,” “hha,” “hha…” as I forced my push because of my increased arousal.

“Oh, Stella…Stella…hmmm,” I moaned when I imagined that she’s the one under me.”

Though in a roleplay, Liz was not pretending when she said, “Oh, ang sarap.”

“Ang sarap ng puki mo Stella.”

“Sige pa.”

“Stella, ang sarap mong kinakantot.”

“Kantot pa, sige.”

“Oh, shit tang ina.”

“Kantutin po pa ko, kantot pa.”

“Ohh,” “Stella,” “Ohh,” “Stella, “Ohh,” Stella,” were my unabated cries and words as I replayed in my mind what happened in the cafe.

“Oh, Stella nakakagigil ang ganda mo.”

“Uhhm, idiin mo pa sige.”

“Ang sexy mo.”

“Angkinin mo ako.”

“Ang sarap ng mga labi mo,” at siniil ko ng halik si Liz.

“Yes, sige pa,” ang kanya namang udyok nang maghiwalay ang aming mga labi.

“Stella nakakalibog kang bata ka.”

“Sige, kantot pa,” tuluyang sinalubong nang bewang ni Liz ang aking mga ulos.

“Ang sarap mong bata ka.”

“Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” Ahh,” ang tugon sa aking pang-gigigil.

“Stella, pakantot kang babae ka.”

“Oo, kaya kantutin mo lang ako,” at lalo pang ibinuka ang kanyang mga hita.

“Tang ina mo Stella, ang sarap mo parausan.”

“Pagsawaan mo ako ako,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh…”

“Hindi ako magsasawang kantutin ka.”

“Oh, tang ina ang sarap mong kumantot.”

“A-araw arawin ko ang puki mo.”

“Sino ang mas gusto mo, ako o si Liza?”

“Ikaw, Stella.”

“Sinong mas masarap?”

“Ikaw Stella.”

“Sino ang mas gusto mong kantutin?”

“Ikaw Stella.”

“Sino mas mahal mo?”

“Ikaw Stella.”

“Mahal din kita.”

“Oh, I love you, Stella.”

I lifted my chest and reached for her lips, and I felt the passion in her tight kiss and the burning desire to be held and loved.

She released the tight grip on my lips and whispered, “I love you so much.”

Not sure if she was still under the trance of our fantasy, but I was certain that I could not hold it any longer.

“Shit, lalabasan na ako.”

“Sige iputok mo na.”

“Sa puki mo, Stella.”

“Iputok mo sa puki ko,” “hmm,” “hmm,” “hmmm…”

“Oh God malapit na.”

“Shit, sige. Sige labasan ka sa puki ko.”

“Oh, Stella,” “Stella,” “Stella,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Ahh….”

And as I kept going, she said, “I’m gonna cum.” “I’m gonna cum.” She then tightened her embrace and sucked the base of my neck—to muffle herself— as her orgasm engulfed her.

“Hmmpff,” “hmmpff,”

“Ohh,” “ohh,” “ohh,” “Shit!” “Shit! “Shit!” “Oh, fucking God!” “Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Oh my God…,” were my unbashful cries.

In no time, my intense lust and arousal brought me to my orgasm too, so I hugged her body tightly as well and kept my hips pounding her cunt. Gradually, I felt as if my balls were being pulled and lightly squeezed; then, quickly, my balls emptied loads of semen into my pipe then into her eager pussy.

As I cum, I did not pause my hips and kept on thrusting as I ejaculated. “Ah,” “Ah,” “Ah,” “Shit!” “Shit!” “Shit” “Ahh,” “Ahh,” “Oh, Stella! “Stella!” “Stella!” “Stella…,” were my cries, and I did not even try to lower my voice.

Upon feeling the warm semen spurting inside her, she said, “Ohh, God,” “Ohh,” “Ohh, “Ohh,” “Ohh…,” And while she felt and accepted the warm strings of semen spurting in inside her, she pulled me towards her.

Because of her excitement, she could not resist not sucking my skin. I felt the pressure of her lips on my sore chest, but I kept fucking her until she received the very last gush of my semen.

“Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Ohh…,” were my grunts as I milked my dick up to the last drop.

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After I finished, I lifted my body and looked at her glowing her face. Liz, though exhausted, gave me a smile that showed her satisfaction, which made me very happy to see her fulfilled. We looked at each other for few seconds as we smiled.

Albeit our newfound role-playing, it felt so good and tender every time I cum inside my own daughter’s pussy. It has been an extraordinary experience, and I felt so ecstatic while ejaculating inside her.

Liz and I were panting and were so drunk from desire. I could not resist not kissing her after a fantastic orgasm, so I locked her lips with mine and kissed her so passionately. We both moaned, “hmmm,” as we pressed our lips and reached for each other’s tongue.

After I rolled over and dropped on her left side, she immediately snuggled to me. I hugged her and caressed her sweaty body. Her face was still flushed, though her breathing had tempered. She has that after-orgasm glow on her face that made me feel infatuated with her even more.

My favorite thing to do after sex is to cuddle with Liz while both of us are sweaty and slowly sobering from our lust. I had an ex-girlfriend before, and right after I pulled out, she’d immediately go the bathroom and either wash or shower.

But not with Liz. We snuggle and won’t let go of each other. Either in her room or mine, the room is filled with the aroma of our sweat, her juice, and cum that oozed from her pussy. The after-sex scent, sweats, and fluid on the bedsheet lasted for a while until taken for laundry. That’s how Amy and Aida first suspected that I’m fucking my Elizabeth.

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Minutes had passed as we lay in my bed, cuddling and kissing. After a while, Liz placed her right thighs and legs over me again, like how she hugs a pillow. Her right arms were on my chest, but she was biting her right thumb’s nail as if thinking something.

I asked, “what’s in your mind,” and Liz looked at me with her lips drawn in a half-smile.

“How are you?” I asked.

She pulled me with her right arm and pressed her right thigh and leg on me and rested her left cheek on my chest, and said nothing for a while. She looked at me for a second and looked away again. While trying to figure out what’s in her mind, I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

After a couple of minutes, I realized that she’s seemed conscious and shy after she had gotten sobber from the wine, lust, and orgasm.

“Is everything fine?” I asked her again.

“Yah,” she answered me in a tone that actually meant, ‘maybe.’

“What’s wrong?” I pressed her to talk.

“Well, are you okay with what I fantasized about?”

“About Stella and me?” To make her feel at ease, I also said, “we’re just roleplaying, aren’t we?”

“But like jokes, it was half-true.”

I was surprised, “Oh, really? You would let it happen?”

“I don’t know, but it’s so hot to think about it?”

Trying to ascertain the extent of her desire, “Is it like craving your favorite food?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like when you’re hungry, all you can think is your favorite food, and most certainly, you’ll have it and eat it.”

“Hmm, it could be like that?”

“So, about the fantasy, could it be that it’s all you can think?

“Ahh, yah.”

“Would you certainly allow it if it could happen?”

“Maybe not certainly but more likely.”

“Like the food, would you feel guilty after?”

“Maybe unlikely, dad.”

Liz lifted herself from my side, placed her right arm and hand on my chest, and looked at me. A trace of concern wiped the erstwhile shyness off her face, so I told her, “It’s just between you and me,”

“I know dad, and I feel comfortable with you naman…pero.”

“Pero ano?”

“Wala lang,” and tangi niyang sagot.

I should have felt a little awkward, too, but since she climaxed from our role-playing, I knew she really liked the idea and was really into our dirty talks; thus, I felt comfortable about what just happened and guaranteed her that it was alright.

“Besides, some couple roleplays, too.”

Liz looked at me and seemed to wait for more answers. To make her feel more at ease, I said, “I role-played before with my exes.”

“Really?”

I just nodded, but in my mind, Liz doesn’t know what happened in our first house wherein more than role-playing happened.

“Ganun na nga siguro, dad.”

“Yes, baby. Couples share and engage in fantasy, sometimes.”

“Sabagay, it’s exciting pala.”

“It could be healthy for us?”

“How so?”

“Some people in a relationship have fantasy but could not do it.”

“They can’t do it?”

“Yah, because they’re afraid and not sure if their partners would like it.”

“Couples are already intimate and still would not open up with their partners?”

“Not all couples are like us?”

“Should they tell their partners and be mature about it?”

“I guess it’s a case by case situation, anak.”

“Ikaw dad, ano pa mga fantasy mo?”

To be safe and not to spill everything to her, I replied, “I guess the one that we just had.”

Liz gave me a real-world, if not a complete, mature response, “It’s normal to be physically attracted to others while in love with someone else.”

“And you know that I love you, babe?”

“I never doubted that, dad.”

But she pressed me the question, “Pero ano pa nga?”

I could tell her something ordinary like sex in public, which we already did in the car, but the fantasy she’s asking to know more could be those at par with the one with Stella; but of course, something that might not be more than our incest.

So, while still keeping the details to myself, I said, “Hmm, years back, I used to be jealous when your mom started her affair.

Liz was very young back then when it first started, but she’s a very smart girl and still remember some events.

“I remember that tito Roland was in our house when you’re there, too.”

“Pero you’re too young and did not know what’s really happening at first.”

At around age five, a child still did not know what sex is and the concept of infidelity and affairs.

“Yah, because I thought tito Roland was just a friend.”

“We did not tell you until you have grown.”

“I kinda figure it out myself.”

“I supposed because you later noticed that things changed between your mom and me.”

“Actually, dad, at first I thought you’re the one who cheated.”

I lifted my head off the pillow because I was surprised to hear her say that.

“Huh? Was all I could mutter.

“Well, diba we were spending time with mommy Rebecca.”

I understood what she might have perceived and had a different interpretation when she’s a kid.

“We did not really want you, Deth, and Yssa to worry about what happened with us, so you understand that we kept our issues among us,” which I pertained to me, Becca, Jess, and Roland.

“When I was growing up and started to put pieces of stuff together, I kinda get what happened.”

“I’m sorry if somehow, you were burdened by our circumstances.”

“It’s okay because you all set aside your difference for me, Deth, and Yssa, and that might have really helped us adjusted and accepted things the way they are.”

“Did your mom said something about what happened then?”

“Not really.”

“So, you figured everything as you grow up?”

“Parts of it I realized when I was growing up.”

“And some parts?” I curiously asked.

“From what I heard and saw when I was little.”

“Oh, what do you mean?”

“Well, dad, at first what I heard and noticed have no meaning to me, but when they made sense later, then I understood everything.”

“I see. But you heard stuff?”

“Several, but too many to remember, but it was you and mommy Rebecca that I had spent most times.”

“So, you thought I was cheating your mom.”

“At first, yah.”

“I’m sorry if you were hurt.”

“I wasn’t really hurt because I love mommy Rebecca, too, and at that time, I thought having two moms was fantastic.”

“But when you realized all about the affairs, I guess you may have felt terrible.”

“Hmm, not really.”

Throughout the years, I witnessed that Liz never showed any resentment towards Jess, Becca, and me. It was only with Roland that Liz had never shown warmth. And I understood that from what Liz told me next.

“I’m glad, but how come?”

“Maybe because I have outgrown it, and I thought our situations were typical.”

“You said, you saw something, too.”

“Hmm, the usual. Mom and Roland being sweet, the same way you and mommy Becca were sweet.”

“Of course, you’ve seen that.”

“But…”

“What sugar?”

“I heard and seen other stuff, too.”

I got an idea of what she’s talking about what happened in the house where we used to live together; it’s hard to hide the affections and intimacy there.

Yet my automatic response was, “like what.”

“Let me just say that I may not be sleeping at all sometimes.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Or sometimes I wake up.”

I caressed her forehead and cleared some of her hair off her face as I listened.

“I heard mom and tito in your bedroom in our first house.”

“So, you remember that.”

“I was three when you bought me my dollhouse, and that I still remember when you gave it to me.

“And you were around five when all those issues happened.”

“I was five when tito Roland came to our house, so I remember it well.”

“That made sense.”

“I also heard when you and mom talked in grandpa’s house.”

“When was that?”

“Yung birthday ni Tricia.”

“Which ones,” I tried to recall.

“The one when mom told you that she’s pregnant.”

“Oh, you were awake?”

“Yes, dad.”

“But you did not get up.”

“Nagising na lang ako and I thought that you and mom were just getting ready to go to bed.”

“Becca was there, too.”

“Yah, I heard you two talked after mom left the room.”

“Everything?”

“I could not tell, but what I heard made me realized that she cared about me and you, and that’s why I love mommy Rebecca so much and never disliked her for anything that happened.”

It was very surreal that Liz and I were talking and somehow reminiscing about the turmoil times in the past.

“That’s why you’re fine when Becca and I were spending time together.”

“And with me.”

“I know. The three of us.”

“The three of us before Deth is born,” Liz added.

“We spend a lot of time, the three of us together.”

“Dad…”

“Yes?”

“I was awake too when you and mommy Becca first made love.”

I was again surprised at what Liz revealed, “At the resort?”

“Yes, dad.”

“But you’re on the floor, wasn’t you?”

“Yes, so I did not see anything.”

When Liz said that, I felt relieved.

But not for long when she said, “but I caught mom and tito Roland.”

I would not detail what Liz had witnessed because she’s too young when she watched them.

But I asked what she felt, “Did you feel jealous for me?”

“I really don’t know what to feel and what was it that I saw. Only when I understood and learned about it later that everything made sense about what they were doing.”

“And what about Becca and I was doing,” I joked.

“Ganun din. Only later I figured that what you’re doing was sex.”

“I appreciate that we’re talking about this, baby.”

“Me, too dad. And I guess this what couples should do.”

“Being open, right?”

“It’s really impossible to completely honest, though.”

“True, especially with mostly mundane things,” I agreed.

“So, I won’t rush or pressure you to tell me everything, dad.”

“I wouldn’t pressure you too babe.”

She then remembered what I said, “you said kanina that you used to be jealous when mom and Roland started their affairs?”

“Yes, I was.”

Because I said those words in the context of our conversation, which was about having fantasies, and when she asked me “‘Pero ano pa nga?'”

Hence, she asked more about it.

“What do you mean you used to be jealous?”

“At first, I was jealous and hurt when I learned about the affair.”

“I know you’re sad when I heard you and mom talked about the pregnancy.”

“But later on, I wasn’t jealous anymore.”

“So, you did not care.”

“I stop caring eventually, but not very soon during the start of their relationship.”

“Okay, later on you did not care. But no longer jealous very soon?

“A little jealous, but not much.”

“If you became not jealous sooner, what happened?”

“Let me say I heard them, too.”

It was Liz who became suddenly surprised, “You caught them?”

“I did no caught them because when I suspected and confronted your mom, she admitted.”

“So, they were having sex in the house while you were around?”

“Yes.”

“How come you did not do anything?”

“I don’t know.”

My daughter embraced me even though those things happened very long ago.

“I’m sorry, dad.”

“Thanks hon, but all is well now.”

“You must be really hurt when you heard them.”

“At first.”

“Must have been hard.”

“It was kinda mixed feelings.”

“Mixed?”

Then I confessed

“I started to like it.”

Liz again lifted her head and shoulders to face me. She’s amazed but appeared not fully surprised anymore. Nevertheless, she seemed eager to hear more.

“You listened to them when they were having sex.”

“Our first house wasn’t that big and, I guess I heard them the same way you heard them.”

“Where were you in the house.”

“Sometimes I would smoke at the laundry area.”

“But you can’t hear them from there?”

“I could hear them when I would stay in your room sometimes or when I lay on the couch in our living room.”

“When you say you started to like it, what do you mean?”

Liz seemed to want to hear it from me, so I admitted, “I get aroused.”

“Oh my God!” Liz said but with a smile.”

“Yes, babe. I know it’s weird.”

“But not more unusual than what we have.”

“True, it’s unconventional, but it might have happened to others also.”

“I read about that and seen it in porn.”

I was not surprised when Liz talked about porn. Besides, Jess and I watched “bold” when we first started dating, and Jess’s parents (Liz’s grandparents) owns bold movies, which were the ones that Jessica would sometimes watch with her female classmates or friends.

“That’s what I felt, then.”

“So, you get aroused hearing them having sex?”

“Ganun na nga.”

“What do you do when you hear them and get aroused?” She asked me with a sultry grin.

Thus, I told her what she wanted to hear, “I masturbated.”

Napasinghap ang aking anak sa pag-amin ko at napansin ko ang kaunting kasabikan sa kanyang mukha.

“Nagjajakol ka habang nagkakantutan sila?” Pabulong na tanong ni Liz at sabay himas niya sa semi-erect kong sandata.

“Oo”

“Nalilibugan kang marinig na kinakantot ni tito Roland si mommy ko?”

“Yes,” at sabay kami ni Liz na napayakap nang mahigpit sa bawat isa habang hawak ng isa niyang kamay ang ari ko.

“Lagi kang nagjajakol kapag naririnig mo silang nagkakantutan?” at tuloy ang himas ni Liz sa titi kong nagsimulang muling manigas.

“And just like you, I saw them, too.”

“You caught them?”

“They allowed me to watch.”

“Pinanood mo sila?” Binilisan bahagya ng aking anak ang pag-jakol sa titi ko.

“Yes, babe.”

Liz spat on her palm and massaged the head of my penis. It felt so good with her soft skin, and her hand appeared small with my full erection.

“Pinanood mong kinakantot ni Roland si mommy ko?”

“Uhmm, yes.” Habang muling hinimas ni Liz ang ulo at kahabaan ng ari ko.”

“Pinanood mong sarap na sarap si mommy habang kinakantot siya ni Roland?” Ang malaswa na tanong ng aking dalaga.

“Ohh,” “Ohh,” “Hmm,” “Yes.”

Nasasarapan ako sa pag-jakol sa akin ng bata kong anak.

“Pinanood mong naglabas-masok ang tarugo ni Roland sa puki ni Jessica?”

“Uhhm,” “Uhhm” “Uhhm,” “Oo, kitang kita ko.” Pikit kong sabi habang ninanamnam ko ang malambot na palad ni Liz sa aking batuta.

“Nakita mong nasasarapan si Jessica?”

“Yes, sarap na sarap siya.” “Ohh,” Ohh,” at “Ahh! Ahh!” Ahh! Ng muling himasin ni Liz ang ulo ng ari ko.

“Nakita mong binibiyak ni Roland ang puki ng asawa mo?”

“Oo, sagad sagaran.” At nang muling gatasin ni Liz ang katawan ng katigasan ko ay napahalinghing uli ako, “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Hmmm,” “Oh, babe.”

“Libog na libog ka ng tamurin ni Roland ang puki ng asawa mo?”

“Libog na libog,” ang sagot ko naman habang napasakmal ang aking kaliwang kamay sa kobre kama at napayakap pa nang mahigpit ang aking kanang braso kay Liz dahil sa sarap na dulot ng kanyang kamay.

“Gustong gusto mo nang buntisin ni Roland ang asawa mo?”

“Yes, yes,” “Ohh,” “Ohh,” Ohh,” “Ohh…,” were my cries as Liz lathered the head of my dick with her spit and my precum.

Past emotions and lust engulfed me, and it was so clear to me that my daughter intentionally incited such feelings. Those past feelings, a mix of passion and pent-up desires, took over my reasons and control. As a result, my right hand that embraced my daughter slid up to her neck then to her hair.

I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her hair, causing her head to extend. But her eyes were trained on me. She might have been a little sadistic to me when she scratched my chest, so it’s seemed fair to be a little rough on her, too, especially she intended to evoke dormant desires.

But even as I held her hair and stared at her eyes intensely, my baby kept stroking my rigid shaft.

“Hmm,” “Hmm,” “Hmm…,” were my moans as her hand kept jacking me off.

As she looked at me, I noticed that she’s waiting at that moment when I was about to come. Lust was also beaming from her eyes, and when she felt that I’m getting closer, she asked, “remember when I was trying on shoes at the mall?”

I recalled it as well as the man who stared at her, “Yes.”

My hand was still firmly holding her hair when she said, “I unhook my bra for him.”

That’s it.

I pulled her hair down, making her head turned and faced my erection. Her body followed when I pushed her head down. And at the moment her lips sealed the upper third of my dick, I let go of her hair and completely let my arms fell on the sides.

My feet and ankle muscles tensed so hard when Liz started sucking me. “Ahh!” “Ahh!” “Ahh!” “Ahh!” were my wild cries as my toes curled strongly, close to having a spasm.

Her tongue felt like silk on the head of my penis, and the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she blew me took me right away to an insane mind-blowing orgasm.

“Ohh!” “Ohh! “Ohh, shit!” “Ohh, shit!” “Ahh!” “Ahh!” “I’m cumming, baby!”

My daughter just kept on sucking me without a pause, so I almost shouted when I ejaculated into her mouth. Liz and I knew that what made my orgasm more intense was the mixed past craving that she evoked and the hand and blow job she gave me.

After I finished erupting inside her mouth, Liz released my dick and crawled up on top of me. I haven’t fully regained my normal breathing when she positioned her closed mouth to my lips.

I knew right away what she wanted to do.

I received her mouth with my lips, and we started kissing. As we sucked and licked each other’s lips, my semen dribbled into my mouth.

Liz was moaning, “hmmm,” “hmmm,” “hmmm,” as she passed my sperms to my lips. Mixed with her sweet saliva, we cumkissed, shared and we swallowed my semen.

My Elizabeth is my best lover.

(Belated happy birthday to my baby Jae)