Between Sisters

It's been just me and my daughter for the last four years now, ever since she dropped off Beth, my daughter, on her first day of high school. Really, it's been the absolute worst time for a single dad to be navigating the complexities of puberty with a daughter, all while dealing with everything else that comes with it. Any how we somehow got through it
Dating has been a really challenging experience for me, particularly when it comes to the sexual aspect.
I was making a concerted effort to ensure that Beth wouldn't be there for the planned evening, with the intention of having the night be completely free of worry about being seen or heard.
I'm really hoping for a positive outcome if things end up going well. I genuinely thought I had been doing a pretty good job shielding Beth from things like that within our home.
We had this tradition in our family where every other Friday, Beth and I would always make sure to spend the day and evening for family time together. We decided to order this new movie and do pizza for dinner. We were dressed for bed. I had boxers on, and Beth had similar type of shorts on and a tank top. During the movie She said, "Daddy, I need to come clean about something."
I asked her, "What is it, honey?" Beth continued to elaborate on the situation by recounting that just the day before, her friends had called to cancel on her at the very last minute.She then explained that she really tried very hard to arrange alternative plans, but unfortunately, everyone she contacted was already engaged in their own activities or they simply didn't answer her calls.
She then went on to say, after hearing you arrive, that she simply decided she wouldn't bother leaving her room for the rest of the night.
I interrupted to say, "That's fine, sweetheart. You've adapted and kept your promises to me, and honestly, that's all that truly matters."
She spoke quite loudly, stating firmly, "No, Daddy, I didn't do that. The reason I had to leave my room was because I really needed to use the bathroom. It was so quiet that I initially thought you had already gone to bed." She continued, "It took a little while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness when I first stepped out."
Following that, Beth continued her story, stating that as she walked past the living room, she noticed a low, moaning sound coming from inside. She went on to explain that she then turned her attention towards where she thought the sound was originating from.Beth told me that at first I could see someone sitting in the chair that I believed was you. She then elaborated on the situation by adding, "Following that, I noticed some movement in your lap. It was gently going up and down, and once my eyes had fully adjusted, I was able to clearly distinguish a young woman with red hair, and she bore a resemblance to me, kneeling in front of you."
Despite her being older and having a good understanding of sex mechanics, as a virgin, she still had a lot of questions.
And they were flying out of her mouth. I stopped her, telling her, "Slow down, I have to process all this and get it into perspective." Then I told her, "I need a few in the kitchen by myself," then added, "Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
I went to the kitchen poured me a shot and grabbed a beer while trying to explain my actions looking like a jerk in my daughter's 👁️. I wrestled with myself, trying to decide whether to just be straightforward and honest with her or to come up with something more elaborate to tell her. Ultimately, I settled on being completely honest, but it was crucial to be blunt without making her feel like it was her fault.
This is precisely the last feeling I wanted her to experience. She's already deeply blaming herself for her mom leaving us.
I called out to Beth, saying, "Beth, would you please come in here?" I then continued to say, "I really need to talk to you about this matter."
I simply told her that as a man, sometimes I really need to feel a woman's touch and to have a sexual relationship, even if only for one night. She asked, saying, "That didn't look like normal sex. What was she doing, Daddy?"and added I know why she was here.
I understand why she was here and I'm totally fine with that but how was you having sex with you in the chair and her on the floor.
Okay well I'm just going to say it, She was sucking my Dick I gave her a hundred dollars to do that for me.
Beth then turned to me and asked, "So, why exactly did you choose to hire a girl who looks somewhat similar to me to perform that task for you, Daddy?" We were laying on the couch I was on my back proposal up with pillows and Beth was on her back between my legs with her head supposed by my chest. Beth. She would randomly ask me about what she had seen and about my choice of who I had do it.
She finally asked, "Daddy, was it her all the time?" I answered, "Yes, Beth. I just sent it up to have her show up every two weeks."
She asked, "Did you think of me when she sucked it for you, Daddy?" I told Beth, "Yes, when I look at her, it makes me think of you." Then Beth asked, "Did you watch her suck it?" I replied, Well yes I did. So you'd watch her thinking of me while she sucked it. I told her Yes when I would watch her. Then she asked if I needed another beer and asked if she could have another one.
She returned to me and informed me that learning this particular skill could potentially prove to be very beneficial to learn.
I exclaimed, "WHAT?!" I paused briefly, and then continued speaking in a more calm and measured tone, asking, "What do you mean by that, sweetheart?"
I told Daddy about it by saying something along the lines of, "I'm actually quite interested in giving it a try. And given that you seem to really like it, I was thinking perhaps you might be able to offer some guidance on how to do it, and maybe even practice with me." I exclaimed, "You're my daughter, and that other woman isn't." Adding, "And I don't think she has a lot of clients."
Beth replied, "You obviously like thinking about me while she sucks it for you, so I think you'd really love it if the real me was doing it to you, Daddy."Beth settled back down between my legs on the couch once more, but this time, she turned to face me, lying on her belly.I mentioned to her that she'd miss the movie, saying like that. Beth giggled and told me, "I wanted to lay like this to imagine what it'd be like if I was sucking it right now, Daddy."
She giggled again, and then she looked up at me and said, "Daddy, I saw it move!" And then, as though wanting to see it more clearly, she added, "Can I see it, Daddy, please?" Finally, she asked if she could lay her head down on it to see if she could feel it move.
Without an answer, she laid her head down on my growing cock. Then she placed her hand under her cheek. I felt her hand resting directly on my cock ck, and her fingers draped around it. As she moved her hand, she noticed with startling clarity that it was actually growing. She turned to me and asked, with a question in her voice, "Daddy, why is it getting bigger?" I was truly astonished by what was happening, but the words just seemed to flow effortlessly from my mouth as I replied, "Because you are making it feel good, sweetheart."
Beth pleaded with me, her voice filled with earnestness, saying, "Please, Daddy," and pausing briefly before continuing her request. "O please, can I watch it grow bigger? Please, pretty please, with a kiss? This is my first time." I replied to her with a little plea, saying, "Pretty please with a kiss, huh?"
With a wide, genuine smile, she reached over and took hold of the waistband of my boxer shorts. I remained completely still, but I clearly communicated my refusal by simply stating that I had not said yes. Beth responded quickly, pointing out that I hadn't explicitly stated no either. Then, without hesitation, she pulled my shorts down, completely removing them out of her way.
She giggled as it grew them all of a sudden, Beth said. "Oh, I almost forgot," then lowered her head and said, "It's a kiss!" She planted a long kiss at the very bottom of the shaft, which made it twitch.
Beth held my cock in her hand, carefully examining it from all angles, even shifting it from one hand to the other.
Holding my cock close to her mouth, she kissed its head repeatedly, which caused it to twitch and grow even more.
As Beth pulled my cock closer to her mouth, she looked up at her me and asked, "What exactly am I supposed to do? Should I just put it in my mouth and suck on it?"
Acknowledging her by saying, "As you carefully take it in and out of your mouth, making sure to firmly hold it snuggly in your lips."
Beth asked me, saying, "Like this, Daddy," as she took it into her mouth, letting it glide softly deep into her mouth and then back up to her lips, contouring every inch of my cock.The feeling was so intense that it sent a wave of pure tingling pleasure throughout my entire body.
Beth stopped long enough to ask, Am I doing it right Daddy as she softly kissed the shaft then the very tip before taking me deeply into her mouth.
A low moan escaped my throat as I fought to find the words to say yes, and then I finally managed to say, "I'm going to come, Beth." I added, "Oh God, I'm coming. Oh God, here it comes."
I warned Beth one more quick time saying, "I'm coming in your mouth!" And finished with saying, "Oh yes!" As I gave a long, hard exploding stream of come into my daughter's mouth, she took all three blasts before I had stopped.
Beth was sporting a mischievous grin on her face as she held out her hand, requesting a hundred dollars and noting that tips would be appreciated. Then she burst out laughing, telling me, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist, Daddy."

I made sure to inform Beth of my decision by directly stating, "I feel it's important for me to let her know personally that I will no longer be requiring her services." I then added a further statement, "If you are certain about wanting to take on that role yourself.".
She immediately responded with, “Oh yes, Daddy,” followed by “and more,” and added, “You don’t have to stop seeing her,” emphasizing that her point was simply that you no longer need to pay someone else to handle those types of things for you, Daddy.
Then she let me know that she really needs to give something serious thought before she's ready to talk about it with me.