Gift of Moving On

Chapter 6 - Christmas Eve

The drive back into town was uncharacteristically quiet. Mentally, my mind obsessed, replaying my daughter toying with herself in the very passenger seat in which she now sits. I visualized taking her from behind, barely unable to even get to the door. I recalled how fucking hot she looked in her lingerie she put on for me last night. I ran back, frame by frame, Lexi's steaming hot fantasy that we just acted out this morning.

"Gonna go back home or are you straight to your last minute shopping escapade after you drop me at the Salon?" Lexi asks, breaking the silence as we roll up to the traffic light on the outskirts of town.

"I think I'm going to try to get it all done this morning, which would be WAY earlier than normal for me," I joke.

"Just don't overthink it when you're shopping. You usually spend hours trying to figure out the perfect gifts.

"If you see something to buy, just buy it - no second thoughts.

"Besides, you will want to be quick. I have a short day today since it is Christmas Eve. If you get done in time, maybe I can share another of my fantasies with you. I have an entire book of them." Lexi says with a seductive smile.

"A book?"

"Yes, a book. Maybe I'll show it to you tonight," Lexi says as we roll up to her salon.

After unbuckling, Lexi leans in to kiss me goodbye. My heart skips a beat, longing for more than a mere 'normal' father-daughter have a great day exchange as I watch my insanely hot daughter walk into the salon before driving away for my Christmas shopping.

Clueless as usual, I roam through the stores, hoping the proper gift is going to jump out at me, trip me even. Somehow, every year I regret not straight asking the girls what they want/need for Christmas. I always make this so much more difficult than I need to. As the girls got older, the main gift has always been money. Then I buy something small, yet meaningful - from the heart. The problem, which I maintain I created myself, is that I have no idea, not even a clue as to what I'm going to get. Not even a short list...

To be fair, I even complicate selecting the cards that I put the money in. Just as I'm doing right now, I examine each one - critiquing them, looking them over as if I'm picking out a new car. I go through this process despite knowing full well I'm going to buy one that has simple 'Merry Christmas' messaging on the outside and is blank on the inside - leaving plenty of room to write my own thing, because Hallmark will never exactly capture my words better than I will. Plus, they don't exactly have any "You're both an amazing daughter and amazing in the sack" cards or anything along those lines, now do they?

As I stare mindlessly and needlessly at the Christmas cards, a familiar voice comes to the rescue.

"Those ones over there," I hear (on delay) my daughter Izzy say as she points to the blank 'money' cards.

"Oh, hi Izzy," I respond, shocked yet grateful to see her.

"How did you know I'd be here?"

"I checked your location. I was nearby, as I stayed with my friends after last night, and I figured you would appreciate a hand!"

"Appreciate a hand, I do!"

"So look, just get these ones. And then am I correct in thinking you haven't picked out gifts yet?"

"Right on the money!"

"Okay... So for me, I could use a new bike for when it gets warmer. Maybe an e-bike? Does that help?"

"Immensely," I respond.

"And for your sister?"

"She'd most appreciate new clippers for work and a subscription to the new car wash place that just opened up."

"You're a lifesaver, Iz... What would I ever do without you?"

"You'd manage somehow. Though it would surely take you all day," she jokes.

"At least! Let's go pick out your bike if you have time."

"I have time. You're my ride home...

"Oh yea, I forgot. Dad, can I ride home with you after you're done shopping?"

"Haha, of course. As long as you don't mind going to lunch after we finish shopping."

"I don't mind at all!"

We get my shopping done, fighting through traffic and crowds, more traffic and more people. After a 45 minute wait, which we spent standing in the bar area of the restaurant, and a few drinks we finally got seated. Starving, we order our food and another round of drinks on the server's first approach before turning the conversation to 'current household events' while speaking in 'code.'

"So, Iz... I've been thinking about what you and I talked about regarding a certain someone and whether or not they have strong feelings towards me," I begin.

"Upon further review, I think you might be right."

"So you also think she is in love with you?"

"I do... But I'm not sure why... Or even where this all came from..."

"Like, how did it start... Did I unknowingly do something to make it happen... I have a lot of questions I need answered."

"Well, there's an even more important one. How do you feel about her?"

"I mean... I love her. Obviously... Am I 'in love' with her? I don't know...

"Certainly, I'm infatuated - to be fair...

"But to say 'in love', I honestly don't know..."

"It sounds like you need to talk to her, which I'm certain you've not yet done," Izzy proposes.

"It is not that easy, Iz... It should be, but it isn't.

"There are some 'people,' recently, where conversation comes easy. Where feelings can be shared and discussed.

"And there are others where it isn't so easy. Distractions sometimes ummm... Get in the way. Change of topics even," I say as Izzy laughs.

"It would probably be an easier conversation if it is had across the table from each other rather than on top of one another."

"You're probably right," I tell her.

"I guess the other issue is that I feel like I should tell her she is not currently the 'only one,'" I add.

"I mean, not that I am holding out for that other person, so to speak... No offense intended."

"None taken, I totally get what you mean."

"But I feel like I'm holding back or not being completely honest if we have THAT conversation...

"And maybe, in the back of my mind that might be one of the reasons I let myself get distracted. Maybe I'm afraid of opening up to her, being honest... And based on what that 'other person' and I spoke about, maybe I'm a bit afraid of how she'd react if she found out about said 'other person'?

"And also, I'm not so sure that the 'other person' would appreciate my telling her about us," I add.

"Wanna know what I think?"

"I do..."

"I think that if you know you share the same feelings with her that she has for you, you have to tell her that you do AND that there was 'someone else'...

"If you do not share the same feelings, then there's no need to mention the 'someone else.'

"But either way, you need to put your feelings out there for her or it is unfair.

"By the way, that 'someone else' supports you... and supports her no matter what.

"AND... That someone else really enjoyed bonding with you the way they did and wouldn't change that for the world," Izzy adds, smiling.

"I really enjoyed it as well and wouldn't change it either."

"So it is settled then, you'll talk to her... Across the table, no distractions... And soon, correct?"

"I think I have to."

"Good," Izzy responds as our food arrives.

We scarf down our food, settle the tab, and head for home - after stopping for wrapping paper, which Izzy thankfully reminded me I needed.

"Iz, you don't feel like I'd be choosing her over you or anything like that, do you?" I ask, somewhat awkwardly.

"Not at all.

"I... We... We were never an option. What we did was between us... And as I've said before, it enhanced our conversation. Made each of us feel better or more connected. It was never about her... Or a choice or option. It was about enhancing what we were experiencing and sharing in that moment. Nothing more," Izzy adds, reassuring me.

"With that in mind, considering you might feel for her, you and I probably should not go in that direction anymore - at least not alone."

"I get it. I agree... I just didn't want you to think I was..."

"Look, I don't think anything, so don't worry... I wouldn't change what we did for the world," Izzy says, smiling.

And then we hugged... I'd be lying if I said this hug was merely a hug. For starters, the hug was not just wrapping arms around one another in a fatherly embrace. It may have started that way, but it accelerated into more of a full body hug.

Izzy leaned in, I put my arm around her. She wrapped both her arms around me. I adjusted to do the same, both of us squeezing one another. Then we both kinda 'timbered' on the couch, tipped over, half laying, facing one another while embracing, feet still on the floor - neither of us letting go.

Then I started rubbing her back overtop her shirt as I squeezed her tight against me. With her head in the crook of my neck, Izzy let out a soft moan in response as she brought one leg from the floor, laying it overtop my hip.

Next thing I know, my hand sneaks underneath her shirt, rubbing her bare back as we hug. Somehow, my shirt ends up unbuttoned, her bra unfastened, my pants around my ankles, her sweats around her right foot. One arm supporting her arched back, the other leaving a print on her pale, bare thigh. My cock buried deep inside, and my head in her chest, voice echoing as I explode.

"Well, so much for no more," I laugh while still buried inside.

"To be fair, we said 'should not'. We did not say 'would not'," Izzy rationalizes as she too laughs.

"That we did..."

"Besides, it felt right at the moment."

That it did, Iz... That it did..."

"We'd better get ourselves sorted. Lexi's going to be home soon. They close early because it is Christmas Eve," Izzy tells me as she wiggles her way off my cock.

"Izzy... Hold on. I need to be honest with you about something," I say as I pull my daughter back in toward me.

"Lexi aside, I don't think I'm strong enough to stop 'this' right now."

"Dad..."

"Hold on, let me finish," I say, cutting my daughter off.

"I'm not sure how things are going to go between Lexi and I...

"There's a whole lot that if I'm honest with myself, I am not sure of...

"But here are some things I am absolutely 100% certain on...

"First, I love you both - deeply. You're both my daughters.

"Second, while uncertain if I'm 'in love' with your sister, I cannot deny I'm drawn to her. Obviously, I've developed a deep sexual attraction to her that I'm just not able to resist.

"And if I'm fair in my assessment, I probably don't want to resist it either.

"But then, there's you...

"With you, Izzy... There's obviously an attraction that is sexual in nature."

Izzy laughs somewhat uncomfortably as she listens on, still in my arms, neither of us dressed from the waist down.

"With you, Iz... There is a deep mental, intellectual, emotional connection...

"Izzy, all of this is happening so, so fast.

"In a matter of a few weeks, a few days even, my outlook on life has completely changed - so I'm still processing all of this...

"There's a lot I truly don't know...

"But one of the things I do know, Iz...

"As strong as that sexual attraction is for your sister, know that the intimate mental attraction towards you is just as strong...

"And I guarantee that unless you tell me otherwise or stop me, I'm helpless... I'm not able to keep my hands off of you," I tell her as we pull each other into a hungry, desperate kiss.

With our hands all over one another's bodies, my daughter makes her way into my lap, finding her Daddy's cock, burying it deep inside. In our brief history, subsequent rounds have been more marathon-like in their pace, this was different. This was a sprint with Izzy moving at a pace suggesting she is making a run at the course record - working her hips feverishly back and forth, her arms around my head for leveredge, my hands on her hips, our tongues intertwined as we race to the finish line.

As we cool down from our race of sorts, a compromise is proposed.

"How about we just be honest about this," I propose.

"We make no promises while you're on break...

"After that, I'll sort it out with Lexi...

"But right now, I know I can't give either of you up...

"And I don't think you want to give this up right now either... Deal?"

"I can live with that, I guess," Izzy replies.

"But now, we really need to get it together," she adds as she dismounts.

With no real grounds to disagree, we get ourselves situated and I head to the shower. Izzy pops in to use the bathroom before she lays down for an afternoon nap.

As she playfully declines my invitation to join me in said shower, my phone dings. A text from Lexi, Izzy tells me. I ask her to read it to me. She does, in her Lexi voice...

"Hey lover OMW home

"Hey lover OMW home

"Wanna play out another part of my book?".

"Wanna play out another part of my book?".

"Her book?" Izzy questions, breaking character.

"She claims there is a book she wrote, fantasizing..." I respond, popping my head out of the shower.

A ding cuts my explanation off.

"I would love that. Can't wait!" Izzy says, speaking into my phone, disabling the mic and hitting send before I can even say a word.

My phone dings immediately in response.

"Give me 15 and then come to my room."

"Give me 15 and then come to my room."

"Thumbs up," Izzy says as the phone dings.

"Iz, come on!" I say as I splash water from the shower in her direction.

"Dad, seriously... Like you were going to say no."

"Well..."

"I'd bet you're hard just thinking about it," Izzy says as she playfully peaks in the shower.

"I knew it!" she exclaims, laughing at having spied my raging hardon.

I grab at Izzy, pulling her nearly in the shower with me, getting her shirt and hair wet as we playfully wrestle, laughing before playtime makes way for a kiss.

"Guess I know what I'll be doing instead of napping," Izzy says, breaking the kiss just as my hand soaked the front of her shirt.

"Oh, what's that?"

"I'll be listening in through the thin ass wall," Izzy teases as she flashes me and quickly exits the bathroom, stealing my towel in the process.

I finish up my shower, turning the water off to drip dry while calling for a towel.

I hear Izzy shout, "Lexi, can you bring loudmouth a towel? I'm trying to nap."

Before another drop of water can hit the shower floor, in walks Lexi - towel in hand, smiling.

"Hot towel?" she jokes, offering me the towel.

"Thanks, Lexi," I say as I reach for the towel before she playfully pulls it back.

"More like hot Dad," she says, playfully before handing me the towel.

"I'd stay and dry you off, but I need to get ready," Lexi says as she looks me up and down.

"Give me a few and meet me in my room. Don't bother dressing, just wear the towel," she instructs, smiling as she cops a quick feel down below before heading to her room.

I dry myself off, gathering my clothes and taking care of them before heading to Lexi's room. Lexi's door is slightly open. I walk in to see her sitting at her vanity, back facing me.

"I'll be done here in a second. Sit on my bed," Izzy says to me.

"Sure thing," I reply as I close the door, taking a seat at the foot of my daughter's bed.

"So, do you remember the last gymnastics competition I had my senior year?"

"I do."

"Okay, good... I imagine then you'd remember we had a conversation where I had a ridiculous request as a graduation present. You responded in such a way that you unknowingly made me feel really good about myself. And then you gave me my usual post-competition rubdown.

"Do you remember all that, including my request and your response?"

"I do," I said with a smile.

"Good, because in my little book, I reimagined that day - though in the book, things were a bit more X rated than rated G like they actually were.

"So, we're going to redo that day the way I described it in my little book."

"I'm in," I reply.

"OKEE... Here we go!

"Hey Dad, you know how you told me to start thinking of a graduation present?" Lexi says, play-acting in a whiny voice.

"I do recall telling you that, Lex. Have you decided on one?"

"Kind of... But more like 2 rather than one."

"What do you mean?"

"I was hoping that I could get boobs for my graduation present."

"Wait, you were hoping to get what?" I ask, acting shocked, playing along with our little redo.

"I want boobs... You know, a boob job!"

"Lexi, where is this coming from?" I ask as I stand up, just as I recall doing in the original.

"Can't I just want them?"

"Sure, you can... But I suspect this has to be coming from somewhere. So tell me where and we can talk about it and decide together whether it makes sense to consider a 'boob job' for your graduation present."

"Some of the other girls in the competition from the other team give me shit, telling me I'm flat chested, calling me 'No Tits.' One of the girls, the one I beat out, even asked me why I wasn't competing in the Boys division. It is just frustrating and I'm sick of it," Lexi explains, pretending to be flustered, head buried in her hands as she sits at her vanity.

"Hey, hey, hey..." I say to Lexi as I approach her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Lex, I'm sorry the girls are giving you shit. They were likely talking shit and trying to get you off your game. It was cruel, and unfair of them to do... And what they were saying is far from the truth."

"How can you say that it was far from the truth, Dad? There's nothing there. I'm flat, look!" Lexi exclaims as she stands up, faces me and pulls her fleece belly t-shirt up, exposing her white competition leotard before she takes the shirt completely off - shamefully holding it over her chest.

"Lexi, I want you to turn around and look in the mirror. Actually, let's look in the mirror together," I tell her as I guide my daughter by the shoulders, spinning her so that she is facing the mirror while I stand just behind.

"Can I borrow this for a second," I ask, as I tug on her shirt.

"I guess," she concedes as she hands me her shirt, crossing her arms to hide her chest.

"Lexi, you're beautiful exactly the way you are," I tell her as I plant a comforting kiss on top of her head.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. You're perfect."

"I'm not," Lexi quickly replies.

"You are, but you wouldn't see that right now as you're not looking, are you?

"Look at yourself, Lexi."

"Fine!" she says as she reluctantly raises her head while I begin rubbing her shoulders.

"You gonna stay tense while I rub you, Lex? Kinda defeats the purpose, don't you think?" I rhetorically ask, prompting my daughter to slowly uncross her arms.

"Plus, I need the oil. Hand it to me?"

"Now that we're getting you nice and relaxed, I'm going to tell you what I see," I tell her as I put the oil on my hands, and begin rubbing her shoulders while we look in the mirror, trying to recall my exact wording from what I told her a few years ago in the hotel.

"I see a beautiful, passionate, kind, perfect young woman in that mirror."

"With no tits," Lexi quickly adds.

"We must be looking at different mirrors, Lexi. That is not at all what I'm seeing," I tell her as I continue rubbing her shoulders.

"I don't even need to buy a bra, it is such a waste of money that's how flat I am."

"Lexi, you're not at all flat."

"I am! Most of the girls are at least B's, some are C's.

"The other girls, people talk about them having a nice rack or huge tits or whatever.

"I'm just an A. Nothing there. Zero... Flat..."

"Lexi, I wouldn't at all say that."

"Because you're my Dad!"

"Wrong..."

"Well then if you weren't my Dad and you saw me, what would you call them if not flat, not that anyone would notice next to Tits Magee from the other team?"

"Lexi, if I were to make an objective observation about your breasts, which you definitely have... Now keep in mind, they're never going to hit 'Tits Magee' status, but they'll also never sag like hers will the minute she leaves gymnastics.