"Think she'll find a lover?" the girl said teasingly. "I bet she will."

"Debby, don't say such things," he rasped.

"Why not? I'm old enough," she replied. "I'm old enough for lots of things, Daddy."

Incestuous images danced in his fevered mind. Frank shook his head, to clear those disturbing fantasies away – and, doing so, rubbed against her plump tits. He turned to stare at the girl as she hovered behind him. She held his gaze, her own gaze searching and speculative.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" she asked, her voice husky.

"What – what do you mean?" he asked carefully.

"Well…" She hesitated and had the grace to blush slightly. "I mean, you gonna jerk off, or what?"

Frank's mouth dropped wide open. It didn't surprise him that his daughter should know about such things. After all, she was a very sexy girl who had plenty of dates and probably had some sexual experience, herself. Frank had often wondered about that, in fact – and fantasized. Sometimes, while fucking his wife, he even pretended that it was his daughter he was shoving the cockmeat to and, although he always felt a little bit guilty afterwards, those incestuous musings certainly made for an exciting climax.

But to have the girl come right out and ask him a question like that was a different matter, shocking and sordid – and very, very stimulating.

"Oh, come on, Daddy – I wasn't born yesterday," Debby said, amused at his discomfort.

Frank started to reprimand and admonish the girl, his jaw set tightly and his expression stern. But his resolve wavered. His cock was set a lot tighter than his jaw and the thought of discussing sexual matters with the girl was intriguing. It was harmless, he assured himself, rationalizing cleverly. Mere words weren't the same as acts and, anyhow, a father certainly had the right to talk about the birds and the bees with his nubile young daughter.