Sydney was asleep. She dreamed of a performance in a big stadium where she sang and played bass with a great group being a total success.
Then a crash took her from that wonderful scene and made her sit on her bed scared and pressing the sheet against her body. For a minute she waited in silence to see if she heard anything else, but the house continued in silence.
Gathering her courage, she got out of bed dressed only in her long pink pajama bottoms and the matching tank top she wore to sleep. She looked out into the corridor and thought she heard someone murmuring on the lower floor after looking at the door to her grandmother's room which was closed, (she was again on some college adventure). Instead his father's room was open and the room looked empty. So she thought it would probably be him that was making the noise.
Curious she thought she would go down and see what happened and maybe have a glass of water and go back to bed.
"Fucking cheap glass ..." She heard her father's voice as she approached to the kitchen. "Just worthless."
As soon as she got to the kitchen she found her father kneeling on the floor wearing only his black pajama bottoms, trying to pick up the pieces of glass that were in a puddle of amber liquid.
The smell of whiskey filled her nose when she entered the room and on the table she could see a bottle in the middle that as far as she knew her father only tried on special occasions and should've had more inside of it ...
"Hey Syd!" Sydney heard her father call her name as he noticed she was in the room. Max's eyes were slightly cloudy and his smile was clearly that of someone drunk, something she had only seen in her childhood after the death of her mother. "Did I wake you up? Sorry honey I was having a drink and my glass fell to the ground."
He tried to accompany his words with gestures that exemplified the scene for her, but only managed to make the pieces that he had already collected fall back to the ground splashing more of the Whiskey around and causing the man to curse the glass again:
"Easy dad. I'll pick it up, you sit down." The young woman walked around the puddle and the glass carefully and holding her father under one of her arms helped him to take a seat again.
Then she went in search of what was necessary to clean up all that mess and began to dry the floor and then sweep the pieces of glass. Meanwhile Max watched her in silence intensely.
"Do you know that you look a lot like your mother, Syd?" He questioned her in a melancholy voice.
"What's wrong dad?" questioned the young woman looking at her father sitting half naked and sunk in the thoughts that seemed related to his lost wife.
"I miss her, Syd." A couple of tears slid down her cheeks. "I miss her every day, but on special days like today ..."
The man's voice broke and he began to cry, Syd was quick to stop what she was doing and approached her father and tried to comfort him by hugging him and whispering words of encouragement, struggling to contain her own emotions at the loss of her mother.
After a few minutes Max calmed down, although he continued to hug her, caressing her back. Sydney for her part tried to remember what a special day this was for her parents.
Over the years, she had learned to remember the date when they both met, started dating, got married, etc.
Since her father used to have those bouts of melancholy, she and her grandmother used to spend the day with him supporting each other and remembering their mother.
But at that moment she was unable for her brain to find the importance of that day so she separated a little and looked at the cloudy eyes of her father and asked him:
"What day is today dad? Why is it so important to mom and you?"
"Today is a very important day, Syd." She whispered Max staring into space smiling again. "On a day like today when I was fourteen your mother and I had sex for the first time ..."
That made Syd open her eyes and feel ashamed. Although she did not know if it was because of thinking about her parents having sex, that he had told her so openly or because of both, added to the fact that he had done it being almost the same age as she was now...
"And now I have no one to share my love with Sydney ..." The man began to sob a little more, so Sydney tried to encourage him.
"I love you Dad. And so does Grandma, and we share our love like when mom was alive. It's more, perhaps we love you in a deeper way."
"You don't understand me, Syd." Her father interrupted her, placing a hand on her cheek. "In love there are several levels on how you can share it with others and in romantic love there are levels to share it spiritually by loving the other person. There's having similar tastes, hobbies, abilities and failures, and of course the physical level when you touch with them and make love joining in various ways and sharing happiness and love in a way that I can not share with you ... " His fingers moved and his thumb caressed the soft and beautiful lips of his daughter causing her to experience a chill. "I cannot share that with you since the world would be angry with us although I would love to show you at least in part that love and not a horny boy without experience…"
Syd was frozen in the moment feeling a swirl of sensations inside her that ranged from shame and a little fear to a slight arousal inside her from what her father was saying in a betrayal of her recently discovered hormones.
Probably these were the ones that when they saw that her father seemed to lean towards her, they induced her to lean in too and kiss her father on her lips as they had never done before.
"An inexperienced partner, but very lucky," Max whispered with a sad smile.
"Come on dad, I'll take you to bed" the confused teenager stated putting one of her arms around her shoulders and leading him around the puddle of whiskey and crystals that she thought she would clean up after leaving her father in her room and washing her face with cold water to calm down.
But Max continued talking about how communicating your love and happiness through sex and putting bodies together was so special and how maybe if they did it they wouldn't feel him so deep since they were father and daughter and not two soul mates destined to meet as his wife and him.
"I miss sex with your mother." Suddenly declared the man when they entered the room. "Not only for the connection but for the pleasure and happiness that it brings you. Masturbating is fine, but over time you feel that something is missing, that you lack human contact ..."
"Dad please", Sydney cut him off, leaving him on the bed where he lay talking how that night he would masturbate again just missing his beloved Alisha. "That is not something you should discuss with your daughter ..."
"Masturbating is great, Syd." The man brought his left hand to her crotch and Sydney saw the bulge of his penis marking against her pants before starting to stroke it. "I respect your privacy, you know it, but I think you've never done it and you should. You're of age ..."
Sydney looked at her father touching himself and she bit her lip feeling how the heat of her vagina increased and she seemed to be replacing her fear, nerves and shame. She had secretly seen some penis online with her friends and even some porn but she only felt a bit of arousal and shame when she saw it.
Now that her father spoke to her about pleasure and love united and transmitted in such a special way, she felt something else, the desire to see his penis and perhaps even touch it. She loved her father and if she helped him feel good about contact, perhaps it was her duty at that moment.
"Sharing love, sex and basically your soul physically is the greatest thing in life, Syd." Max added on a sigh and his daughter felt as if he was saying it to respond to her thoughts.
"Okay dad I'll help you tonight." The man opened his eyes and stopped touching her. "It is something that you need and you deserve to feel pleasure and feel good."
"You would make me very happy my beautiful daughter…" Max dropped his head and looked up at the ceiling as his daughter pulled down his pants and boxer shorts.
The girl released the air that she had been holding inside her when she saw her father's penis for the first time. It was long, thick, and his skin was slightly darker than the rest of his skin with the tip exposed.
She slowly reached out her long-fingered hand and grasped it feeling it hot and throbbing in her as her father sighed in pleasure at that very moment. Little by little she began to move her hand as she had learned what boys did in sex education classes and moved his skin with it gently:
"Oh god Syd this is fantastic." Max commented with his eyes closed, breathing faster and faster.
The girl asked him if she was doing it right and in response he grunted affirmatively and stretched out his hand, placed it on her ass and began to massage one of her buttocks with force, making her let out a little cry of pain that immediately turned into small moans of pleasure from her father's touching while she touched him.
She then she began to feel a little what her father was talking about her. The shared pleasure, happiness and love that could only travel that way through contact and sex with another person.
She closed her eyes hearing the man gasp and feeling his hand on her ass and his penis throbbing alive against the palm of her hand:
"Keep it up my love!" Exclaimed her father. "God I love you! I love you!"
"I love you too daddy!" An excited young woman answered.
She was not sure, but it seemed to her that she was close to experiencing an orgasm and it was going to be with her father who she loved and respected.
It was a heavenly experience.
Her hand kept going up and down caressing that member while she watched him move and it seemed wet on the tip of her and she wondered what it would be like to feel it in her body, in her mouth or in her vagina...
But then Max gasped, announcing that he would finish while he grabbed her ass tightly and from her penis began to spurt white semen for a few seconds until he stained the girl's hand and her own body:
"Alisha I love you." He said tiredly with his eyes closed. "I love you…"
He fell silent and gradually his breathing relaxed and became mechanical.
"Dad?" The young woman asked, looking at him.
But it was obvious that her father had fallen asleep.
Confused and excited the girl tried to understand the situation and what she should do. She saw her hand dirty with her fathers' semen and brought it to her nose to smell it and to her mouth to taste it and verify that didn't taste bad.
She left the bed and went to her father's bathroom licking some more semen thinking about what she would do in the next few minutes ...
Wash her hand, go downstairs to clean the kitchen and then go back to her room ... and masturbate.
She needed to do something with the excitement that she felt and her father was right: she was old enough to do it.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note: Here's the first chapter of my new story I hope you liked it. I wanted to talk about the pleasure of sex and how sharing it can transmit love in a special and intense way. I will keep working with this idea a little more in at least one other chapter for this story that I hope you like. As always this chapter has been edited by the phenomenal Laying Low Lady. Go to the profile of her, as she is writing a really intense saga of Sydney to the Max stories in every way right now.