A.N.: This is an AU in which Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley got married after the war, but they had only one daughter, Lily Luna Potter. James and Albus don't exist. Due to Lily being his only child and a daughter at that, Harry has a special soft spot for his little angel. A family is what he had always wanted, right?


HARRY I

SUNDAY MORNING

Fresh out of the shower, I used a washcloth to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror, wondering if I could still make eye contact with my own reflection. What had transpired over roughly the last 36 hours would change my life forever. And not just mine. There could be no going back. Could I live with myself? Could I continue doing what I had just done?

As I began to ponder this existential line of thought, I felt a pair of soft slender hands graze along my naked midsection from behind. One hand reached up along my still-wet chest; the other reached lower and gently circled its slender fingers around the shaft of my long, flaccid penis. I looked down and watched that little hand, and my penis began to thicken once again.

Could I live with myself? Yes.

Then I felt the girl press her moist naked body against me from behind. I caught her reflection as she peeked around, her hair still as wet as mine from the shower we'd just shared.

My daughter smiled at my reflection, and I smiled back.

Could I continue doing what I had just done? Yes.

But I should back up, and start from the beginning...

LAST MONDAY

Very shortly after my daughter Lily had turned 18, my wife Ginny and I began discussing how we needed to have certain "parental conversations" with our only child. Yes, it seemed a little late in the game considering our daughter was already well into her teens, but we justified our procrastination by the fact that Lily had been home-schooled throughout her childhood years, and then had attended a prestigious all-girls wizarding school at the Salem Witches Institute in the MACUSA, widely regarded as the best magical institution for witches. With close monitoring and "protection" from the pressure of being the daughter of The Slayer of Voldemort, we had turned out an extremely bright and very capable young woman. Intellectually and in terms of magical capability, she was light-years beyond any other woman twice her age. But in the "ways of the world", she was shockingly innocent.

My wife Ginny had attended every one of our daughter's gynaecological examinations over the years at Salem, and she was 100% sure Lily was still a virgin. And we had very good reason to believe that Lily had never so much as kissed a boy let alone done anything remotely sexual with one. You may think, that we kept a short leash on Lily during her home-schooling and school years, but the fact was that we actually gave her as much freedom and privacy as we could. We simply didn't want to subject her to the pressure that she would have endured at Hogwarts due to my title. And Lily has always been open and honest and quite close to us. Never had there ever so much as a hint of rebellion or otherwise typical teenage resistance toward either Ginny or me. But now Lily was 18. She had been accepted into the D7 in MACUSA, and reality was setting in: our little girl would be moving out soon.

"Harry," my wife said as we were getting ready for bed for the night, "We still need to cover a few things with Lily before she's off to the US."

"Like what?" I asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about, as if that might prevent the inevitable.

I had just finished brushing my teeth and was stripping down for bed. I always sleep nude. My wife was wearing her typical "pyjamas" of just panties and an old soft t-shirt. She was sitting up in bed, looking up at me from the book she was reading. I enjoyed the domesticated view. I loved my wife very much, and at 42 she was still quite beautiful. While she no longer had the thinner 22-year body I had married, she kept in pretty good shape and still had large glorious breasts, which I still enjoyed staring at when I couldn't feel them.

"Oh Harry," she giggled, blushing. "This is an important topic. I can't have it with you standing there completely naked! Get into bed." I grinned and slid under the covers beside her. She closed the cover of her book after inserting a bookmark and continued, "We need to talk to Lily about what to expect in the US. In the real world."

"Like what?" I asked again. I kind of knew what she was talking about, of course, but I knew I could no longer be childishly naïve.

"You know...like boys...sex...and drinking."

I grimaced. "You don't think she's aware of those things, my dear?"

"Of course I know she's aware of those things, darling! But, well, I feel obligated to give her a very specific and serious talk about it." She sighed, then continued. "I'm realizing that we kept her from facing the reality of such temptations with the education we've given her. When she starts up work she'll suddenly be surrounded by literally thousands of people her age and above, many of them being boys and men! The novelty of that, plus the ease of getting booze after work, may overwhelm her."

I reached up and stroked my wife's hair. "Lily's been very easygoing and trustworthy all these years, honey. I don't think you're giving her enough credit. I'm sure all we have to do is discuss this over dinner tomorrow, remind her that the next phase of her schooling will be much different, full of temptations, but that we love and trust her to make the right decisions. She will respect that."

Ginny looked down for a moment, then back up at me. "We do fully trust her, Harry, and I'm sure she knows that already. But think about how we behaved in our time post-war. After we started working, how many times did we go out with Ron, Hermione and the others for drinks, wizarding or muggle?"

"And look how we turned out," I insisted, lightheartedly. "You're one of the top Quidditch Editors in Europe, and I'm the head of the Department of Mysteries! There is no reason to think that Lily will be any less successful in Department Seven, and we can't be so naïve as to think she'll never be curious about tasting alcohol or doing one of those disgusting firewhiskey shots or kissing a boy!"

Ginny thought about this, absently nodding a little to my logic. But she still had her mind completely set on something. She said, "I acknowledge that Lily will experience this. And we can assume that she's very curious about it. But I think we can de-mystify it a little before she moves out. We need to sit her down and give her a lecture about the risks and dangers of sex...and drinking or even drugs."

I chuckled, "You want to give our daughter the "Birds and the Bees" speech?" It seemed a little silly now that Lily was 18.

But Ginny was quite serious: "Yes. The Birds and the Bees...and Booze." I raised my eyebrows, and she continued. "It's the Twenty-First Century, and she's 18, so I'm not suggesting we need to get as basic as explaining what a penis and a vagina are for. But we need to ensure that she's fully aware of the finer details of sex, especially unprotected sex, in the real world."

"Okay," was all I could really say at the moment. It was weird to think about how that conversation would go. And oddly enough, I felt my penis stir just a bit. Well, I was now thinking about sex, and it had been a few days since my wife and I had last made love. So, I was naturally becoming aroused. However, it was a good thing Ginny had asked me to get into bed before discussing this. I didn't want her to think I was getting an erection caused by a theoretical sex-talk with my own daughter...

"...so she can get it out of her system."

I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" I'd zoned out for a moment, not realizing Ginny was still talking.

"I said, I think we should go ahead and let her try drinking. Here at home. In a controlled environment so she can get it out of her system."

"Really?"

"Sure. Let her have a firewhiskey, some wine. Hell, make her one of your martinis if you'd like. If she wants to know what it's like to get drunk, she should do it here, where we can keep an eye on her."

I laughed. "That would be hilarious."

Ginny couldn't help but smile as well. "It would be amusing to see our prim little straight-laced daughter get tipsy. But in a way, I almost want her to get really drunk, so she can get sick, wake up with a lousy hangover, then decide that such stupidity is actually no fun!"

I shrugged eventual agreement. "I suppose it would be fun to kick back and sip a martini with Lily in the den. Like a rite of passage for her."

"Good," Ginny said. "You can do that this Friday."

"Why then?"

"Well, it's a Friday night, so the two of you can sleep your hangovers off all weekend."

"I suppose that makes sense—wait," I looked at her. "What do you mean 'you?' Shouldn't there be a 'we' in that?"

"Harry, you know I have to cover the league final in Italy this weekend."

"Why don't we just wait until we can all be together?"

"Because I know I would just cry my eyes out watching Lily get drunk. I'd be a party-pooper."

It was my turn to sigh. But I supposed it would be an interesting way to bond with my daughter. So I nodded. "Okay, I guess."

Ginny smiled. "Oh good. Then go ahead and have the sex talk, too."

"Excuse me?"

"You know I'd break down trying to do that as well." Indeed, Ginny's eyes were already welling up. "It just breaks my heart knowing our little girl is growing up and will soon be dating boys."

I thought about it for a minute. Having a drink with my daughter and discussing intercourse with her. My dick jumped a little, and I gave an embarrassed cough.

"Baby," I grunted, "Um...I really think you should be present for that particular conversation."

"Oh, you'll be fine, honey." She lightly bumped my shoulder with her first. "You know Lily's always been a daddy's girl. She'll listen to you, whereas she'd probably get shy and just roll her eyes at me. Besides, I have to do the hardest thing of all."

"Which is?"

"Tomorrow I'm taking Lily to fill her prescription for the Potion at Mungos."

Again, my dick twitched. Why was it doing that?

I stammered, "Why the hell would she need that?!"

My wife said, "Insurance." When I just stared at her, she said, "I trust our daughter to make good decisions. But again...I know what we did. You just make sure you give her a well-detailed speech about sex. And go ahead and let her raid your fancy little bar in the den. Get the mystique and the allure out of her head, and I know it'll have an impact."

With that, she leaned in and gave me a light kiss. "You're a good father, Harry. You'll take good care of our daughter."

Our conversation was now concluded. She kissed me again, and I kissed back. A moment later she was slipping out of her panties and t-shirt. She was pleasantly surprised at how rock-hard I was when she climbed on top of me, and probably a little disappointed at how quickly I came inside her just a few minutes later. But for some reason, I was just incredibly, inexplicably aroused that night...

FRIDAY

Earlier in the afternoon, Ginny made her good-byes to catch her portkey to Barcelona. She'd be returning Sunday evening. Lily may have been a daddy's girl, but of course, she loved her mother very much and did not like the idea of not having all three of us together for the weekend. I had two ways to cheer her up. First, I was preparing one of my speciality dishes for our dinner that evening: roasted rack of lamb. Second, I was ready to offer her a drink.

"Lily, honey," I called from across the house, "can you join me in the den?"

"Sure, Daddy," I heard her muffled voice from her bedroom.

When she came in she was predictably wearing her favourite outfit for a night-in: soft short shorts, and a cotton tank top. For some reason, I was suddenly realizing that she rarely bothered to wear a bra around the house, and tonight was no exception. For some reason, I was also noticing that, like her mother, Lily had developed some very sizable and well-rounded breasts.

It was time for a drink.

"What's up, Daddy?" Lily asked. "Dinner smells good. Lamb?"

"Yep."

She giggled. "Awesome! You know how much I love your lamb!" She even bounced a little on the balls of her feet, causing her breasts to—

Yes, definitely time for a drink, my good friend!

"Honey," I said, "You know how Daddy likes to occasionally enjoy a traditional cocktail before dinner?"

"Of course."

"How would you like one too?"

Her eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Sure," I said. "It's about time you try it since I know you'll be tempted to in the US, especially after a hectic day of work. I know I used to when I started here in the DoM."

"Oh, Daddy!"

"No, no, don't deny it. You know it's true. And, really, it's okay, honey. But your mom and I thought it would be best for you to try it—to experiment—to satisfy your curiosity in a safe environment. What?"

She was giggling again. "MOM said I could drink?"

Her amusement was catching and I grinned. "Yes, believe it or not." Ginny was a wonderful woman but a bit on the conservative side, fairly mild-mannered, so I realized it was quite a shock for Lily to hear that her straight-laced mother was cool with her drinking.

I started fixing a classic gin martini, fairly dry. I did the whole dance: shaking it, straining it into a frozen martini glass, then adding three olives. Although Lily had seen me make myself a drink any number of times, she was suddenly enraptured by what I was doing. It took on an all-new level of interest for her now that she'd be able to have a drink too.

I held my glass to my lips and took a sip. "Ahh, the nectar of the gods." I gestured her with the glass. "Want one?"

"Sure!"

I was about to make a second martini, but I had a sudden thought. "Lily, why don't you take a sip of mine first. See if you like it."

"Okay." It was cute to see her pad over to me in her bare feet then stand on her tippy toes as if she had to drink it from my taller level. I lowered the glass a bit and she reached up, holding her hand over mine to guide the glass. She took a good sip.

And proceeded to gag and cough and back away quickly. "Yuck! Oh god, Daddy! How can you DRINK that?!"

"One sip at a time," I quipped with a grin. My hunch was correct: a straight gin martini is definitely NOT a beginner's drink. "Let me make you something sweeter and a little milder. I promise you'll like it."

She scrunched up her face at me for a bit, her beautiful nose still itching a bit from the blow of 94-proof Bombay Sapphire. But a moment later she smiled again and nodded. I brought out the ingredients for a classic Cosmopolitan. While I substituted the vodka with classic old Ogden's finest, a hard alcohol, it would be much sweeter and milder than my own drink, and since it came in a martini glass my daughter and I could still have our more or less matching cocktails together.

I garnished her Cosmo with a very thin slice of orange and handed it to her. Lily took a very, very tiny tentative sip...then another...then a much larger sip. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with astonishment. "That's amazing, Daddy! It's really, really good!"

"Awesome," I said, trying to sound cool like my daughter.

She emulated me in return: "Nectar of the gods!"

It was all so amusing, and I was quite tickled to be offering my little girl her first real drink. I raised my glass and she instinctively raised hers. "Cheers!" we both said simultaneously.

We moved to the couch and kicked back side by side, sipping our cocktails and bantering over the sounds of The Weird Sisters piping through the house's integrated sounds system. Mostly we discussed her pending move to the US at the end of the summer, what life would be like, whether she should trade in her duplex for an apartment (No!), and how Mom and I would cope without her. I liked how this conversation was going because it would make it easier to carefully work toward the Birds and the Bees, or at least I hoped it would.

We finished our cocktails about the time dinner was ready to be served up. Lily was particularly giddy and giggly after just one drink, but of course, this was only the beginning. As we sat in the dining room for dinner, I opened a nice bottle of Cristom "Mt. Jefferson Cuvée Willamette Valley" pinot noir, pouring a glass for each of us.

"Really, Daddy?" she asked, watching me pour.

"Might as well, kiddo," I said. "You enjoyed your first pre-dinner cocktail. Only fitting that you enjoy a fine wine with your meal."

"Then by all means," she replied, doing her best impression of a character from Downton Abby, the muggle show she liked, and taking her glass.

I raised mine for another toast. "Here's to my beautiful daughter, Lily. Yesterday a fresh graduate from Salem's, today Daddy's even more beautiful D7 member!"

Lily blushed, and her eyes got a little moist, but she returned my toast, keeping her glass up. "Oh, Daddy, how could a girl ask for a better father. I love you!"

"I love you too, angel."

We clinked glasses again and proceeded with our meal. The lamb was delicious if I do say so myself, and the sides of roasted zucchini and red creamer potatoes with rosemary complemented the main dish superbly. It was all washed down freely with another couple of glasses of wine. By the time the dishes were cleared and thrown into the machine, we also had an empty bottle on our hands. That translated to about two very full glasses of wine each. For me, that's pretty routine and absorbable. For Lily, it had her cheerful and chatty at an almost nonstop pace. To my relief, I could already tell she was going to be one of those cheerful and perpetually happy drunks, not a sulking brood like some people can get. Interestingly enough, Lily's mannerisms and speech patterns seemed to be reverting slightly, like when she was a much younger and even more affectionate girl of 13 or 14.

When the table was cleared Lily asked what we were going to watch on TV, a routine go-to on any other regular Friday night. However, tonight I had my mission so I suggested we retreat back into the den where the couch was actually more comfortable than the one in the living room, but more importantly that's also where the bar was.

I strolled over to the bar, and Lily hopped on the couch, tucking her legs under her rump and watching me with a particular glow. I knew she was quite buzzed, but beyond that, she seemed to be looking at me in a whole new light. Her look was open, direct, and what I could only describe as dreamy. I leaned against the bar and returned her gaze. I could not help but realize that my little 18-year-old daughter was unbelievably beautiful, and I found the innocence of her youth as intoxicating as the drinks we'd been consuming.

"Lily," I managed to say, "I want to have a little talk with you. It's...well, it's definitely a grown-up talk, so if you don't mind, I'm going to have myself a little after-dinner drink."

She smiled. "This is all so sophisticated, Daddy. First a pre-dinner cocktail, then wine with dinner, and now an after-dinner drink!"

I grinned at her observation as I poured myself a couple of fingers of Glenfiddich 18, "neat." I glanced up at her and said, "You've gone this far, ready to go the distance?"

"Sure!"

I got a second glass and dropped a couple of ice cubes into it. If any of my friends saw me pour pricey 18-year-old single-malt scotch over ice rather than serving it neat they'd probably slap me in the face, but straight whiskey of any kind is rather potent to one who hasn't acquired the taste for it, so I made this sacrifice for Lily's portion.

I walked it over to her and said, "This is 18-year-old scotch, fitting for my 18-year-old girl."

Lily giggled again, causing prominent parts of her to jiggle. Why was I suddenly obsessed with looking at my own daughter's breasts? I suppose it was a byproduct of the anxiousness I was feeling about the "speech" I was going to be giving to her shortly. I now had no choice but to view my daughter as a sexual creature, a grown woman who could now have intercourse. I could close my eyes and instantly recall my cute little Lily as an innocent 13-year-old, running into the house screaming for Daddy to fix her scraped knee. Someday she would be screaming in ecstasy because a man's penis would be inside her...

"...but I can get used to it."

I blinked and refocused on her. "What?"

"I said, it's got kind of a funny taste, but I think I can get used to it." As if to prove it, she took another sip of her scotch.

I nodded in approval then went to sit next to her on the couch. As I sat, Lily seemed to lean away from me slightly, but it was only so she could untuck her legs and drape them over mine. She leaned back on a pillow and watched me, waiting to hear what I wanted to talk about. I glanced down at my glass to gather my thoughts. In a moment the glass moved out of focus as Lily's legs came into clarity. They were smooth and shapely, and I felt their warmth against my thighs through my jeans. Instinctively, as a caring father, I put one hand on her knee. It was as if I was touching my daughter for the very first time. Like I was touching a young, beautiful and sexy young woman for the first time.

I took another sip of scotch and said, "Lily, you know that now life will be unlike anything you've ever experienced, right?"

"Of course, Daddy."

"That's one of the reasons we're giving you permission to drink tonight. And just you know, we can continue to drink until we both get nice and drunk."

She chuckled, "I think I'm halfway there already."

"Me too," I admitted. "But the point is, it's our way of helping you get one curiosity out of your system. No matter what kinds of rules of prohibition you might think of imposing on yourself, there is always booze time post work. You'll go to a party and before you know it perfect strangers are shoving drinks in your hand left and right. You'll be tempted to fit in, to show that you can live a little..."

Lily leaned forward a little and place her hand over mine that was still on her knee. "Daddy, you don't have to worry about that, I promise. I intend to have fun in the US, but I have no interest in going crazy like that."

"Good," I said. "But...but there are other things we're worried about."

"Like what?"

I patted her knee and took another sip. "Well, between homeschooling and an all-girls magical academy, you...haven't really been around boys all that much."

Lily frowned. "Boys...I've heard of those creatures." When I glanced at her she broke out in a huge grin. "Jeez, Daddy, I think I can handle being in a place with both girls and boys now!"

"It's not the guys in the D7 your mother and I are worried about, Lily. It's the guys outside in the—well, in whatever social activities you do outside of work."

"What are you trying to say?" she asked. "I'm not supposed to interact with boys at all?"

"No, of course not," I said. "You can obviously interact with boys; it's just that your 'interactions' with them are likely to lead to activities other than conversation."

"Like what?" she asked simply. I looked at her. She studied my face for a moment, then her own took on a look of surprise and then mirth. She gave a quick giggle and said, "Oh my god, Daddy, are you trying to give me the Sex Talk?"

"Well..."

She laughed openly and straightened, swinging her legs from my lap, barely giving me time to clear them with my glass. As if suddenly a seasoned drinker, Lily gulped down the last of her scotch, set her glass down on the coffee table, then swung the other direction, into me, clutching my arm and side and stifling her giggles between my shoulder and the couch.

Her amusement was contagious, and I found myself grinning, but I managed to clear my throat and say, "Honey, I'm serious."

She looked up at me and wiped away a tear from her eye, still coming down from her giggles. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but this is just so cute."

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, it's so cute watching you try to work up the courage to talk to me about that. Mom must have put you up to this, you poor thing."

I shrugged, taking another sip. "Would you rather be having this conversation with your mom?"

"Oh no," Lily insisted. "She'd be taking this way, way too seriously, and she'd probably just want to scare me with the threat of STDs or something."

"Well," I said, "that is part of what we should be discussing."

Lily's growing inebriation seemed to be causing her to exaggerate her emotions and movement. With sort of a sideways jump, she scooted her body directly next to mine so we were sitting side-by-side, touching shoulders, hips and legs, completely to one side of the couch. She reached up and turned my head toward her by the chin. She was giving me a teasingly serious look, but it was hard for her to keep down her grin.

"Daddy," she said, trying to sound serious though her eyes still twinkled with mirth. "I seriously hope you don't think that by now I know everything about the 'Birds and the Bees.' You can't possibly be worried that I know nothing about how babies are made or what the dangers of promiscuous sex are!"

"Well—"

"I may have been homeschooled, Daddy, but I didn't grow up in a cave!"

We looked at each other and both broke out into open laughter at the absurdity of it all. I leaned forward a bit and kissed her forehead. I said, "Okay, I don't think we need to have a full-on biological lesson about the mechanics of mating. Obviously. But I guess you should look at this as an opportunity to ask your old man anything else you might be curious about when it comes to sex."

"Like what?" she asked. I suppose she was looking for context.

"Maybe you have questions about sexuality in general? Maybe you're curious about what boys think about when it comes to this sort of stuff. Maybe there's something about sex you've always wanted to know but couldn't find in books, or online."

"Hmm..." She frowned in conversation, glancing down at the drink in my hand. She reached out and took the glass, then she surprised me by tilting it back and swallowing the last gulp of scotch I had in it. She screwed her face up a little, surprised no doubt that my straight whiskey was more potent than her previous iced-down version. I chuckled at her, then took the glass and set it aside.

"Don't make fun," she said. Her buzz was clearly kicking in. Her words sounded just a bit thicker. "You said I can get drunk, and I plan to!"

Smiling, I said, "And I won't stop you."

"But only on one condition," she said.

"Name it."

"You get drunk with me!" We both laughed. "I'm serious! If you get to see what a fool I become when drunk, I get to see it in you too!"

"Don't move," I said. Playfully, she actually froze in place as I got up, grabbed the bottle of Glenfiddich then sat back in my original spot next to her. I refilled both of our glasses with straight scotch, handed her a glass, and as we clinked I said, "Here's to being foolish." After a couple of sips, I put my free arm around her. She leaned further into me, resting her head on my shoulder when not sipping her drink. We were silent for a few more minutes, and I began to wonder if my poor daughter had already overdone it. Was she about to pass out?

But she said, "You really will answer any question I ask? No matter how graphic?"

"That's the deal," I said.

"Hmm..." She pondered again. "Then let's jump right into the deep end." She took another sip then said, "Do boys really get 'blue balls?'"

I took my own moment to take a sip. It was a graphic question, yes, but certainly something I could handle. I resolved myself to remain as neutral and objective as possible. If I acted any other way I was afraid she'd shy away from asking further questions.

With a perfectly calm tone, I said, "That phenomenon does exist, yes."

"I read that boys get blue balls if they've been sexually stimulated for a long time but haven't been able to, you know..."

"You can say the word," I encouraged.

"Cum."

I glanced at her. I don't know why I was expecting her to say something more like "climax" or even "ejaculate." But the slang of "cum" would work just fine.

I said, "It can become very uncomfortable for a boy if steady sexual stimulation takes place for a long time without him being able to release...to cum."

"Does it really hurt?"

"It can be very uncomfortable, but it's never really as bad as a boy might make it out to be. It's just accentuated by his eagerness to cum."

"So would it be mean to do that to a boy? I mean, if I end up making out with a boy for a long time, and there's a lot of heavy petting, but I don't want to go all the way, is it mean to stop?"

"Absolutely not. You should never go further than you want. The boy will probably beg you to help him or something, but he'll get over it in a few minutes if you insist on stopping."

"Help him...you mean jerk him off? Give him a blowjob?"

I swallowed and realized my mouth was getting very dry. I cleared my throat and said, "That might be something the boy asks for, but again, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. And this sort of gets into the heart of the 'Sex Talk" I wanted to give you. The boy may try every trick in the book to convince you to pleasure him, but you don't have to do it."

"Unless I want to," she said simply.

"Unless you want to," I confirmed since that was quite true.

"I suppose if I liked the boy, but didn't want to go all the way with him, I would do it. Give him a hand job, I guess."

"That would be very generous of you," I said, "but if you want to make it clear that you're not ready for the next step, better to let him calm down on his own."

She giggled. "Since he would probably just run home and masturbate," she said.

I snorted. "Very likely."

"Do guys really masturbate as often as most reports say?"

"That would have to be a yes."

"How often do you masturbate, Daddy?"

I nearly dropped my glass. I carefully set it aside and looked at her. She glanced up at me.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but you said I could ask you anything."

"I did, pumpkin, and you can. I was just surprised that the question was about me personally, not in general."

"Oh, I see." She paused. "So, does that mean you won't answer it?"

I tried to maintain my neutral tone. "Yes, I'll answer it, honey." I actually had to think about it for a moment. "I'd say I probably do it a few times a month, maybe slightly more often."

"Really? I read that lots of guys jerk off several times per week!"

"That's probably true in general, but I'm fortunate enough to be married to a woman who meets my sexual needs."

Lily turned slightly to look at me again. As she did so her elbow leaned down on my thigh. It seemed to be only then that I sensed my penis was not entirely flaccid.

She asked, "You have lots of sex with Mom?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"About two or three times a week."

"Wow. Is that a regular amount?"

"Actually, I'd say that's pretty frequent for a couple who's been married as long as your mother and me. We both enjoy sex very much."

"So why do you still masturbate?"

I smiled at her. "Because it feels good."

"You'd rather use your hand than Mom's body?"

"I didn't say I prefer my hand, only that it feels good. Sometimes I'm in the mood and Mom's not around...so, I have a little fun with myself."

"Will you masturbate this weekend since Mom's not here to take care of you?"

For some reason, thinking about when I could next masturbate got the blood rushing, and I felt an erection really coming on. I was worried my daughter would feel it if her elbow moved slightly in the wrong direction. What would she think about her father having an erection at this precise moment? It was a scary thought.

I maintained my policy of perfect honesty and said, "Yes, I'm sure I will masturbate."

Lily lifted her elbow off of my thigh, which was good because it had been dangerously close to the stiffness in my crotch. But she did this only so that she could lean back and rest her head on my lap.

"Sorry, Daddy, I'm getting a little dizzy from the booze."

I swallowed, mouth dry again, and tried not to react as she got comfortable. She had been sitting on my right, so as she laid down on my lap her body was now lying perpendicularly to me, and her right ear was now closer to my crotch as her elbow had been.

"It's okay, my dear," I said, hearing the thickness now in my own voice.

Picking right back up where she'd left off, she asked, "Do boys think it's weird if girls masturbate too?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good, because I like to masturbate."

"That's good," I found myself saying automatically. "It's healthy. It's normal."

Looking up at me, she said, "I'm glad you think so, Daddy."

Gently, I reached out and stroked a lock of her soft crimson hair from her face. She smiled at me.

She asked, "Do you think you will masturbate when you go to bed tonight?

"Probably."

"I probably will too." Then she giggled. "How funny is that image: you and me both going to bed and masturbating!"

My cock throbbed and I wasn't sure if she'd felt it.

"That would indeed be funny," I managed to say.

She giggled some more. "We could leave our doors open, not apply any silencing charms, and see who could cum the loudest!"

I laughed. "What would the neighbours think?"

"I would just shout, 'Don't be alarmed! It's just two people masturbating because it's healthy and natural!"

"You little smartass!" I chided mockingly, and without thinking I reached down to her belly and started tickling her, something I hadn't done since she was a very young girl. Lily immediately began squealing and squirming, and as I tickled her I could very clearly feel the back of her head pressing back against my erection. Because of the sudden movement and the fact that my daughter was now clearly drunk, I don't think she really knew what was bumping up against her head, but in any case, it was short-lived because she began "fighting" back, launching a major tickling counter-offensive.

The tickling became epic and we were all over the couch before tumbling onto the floor. The whole time she was still teasing about who would be the better masturbator: "I bet I can cum louder than you, Daddy!" And she started doing her best recreation of Meg Ryan from When Harry Met Sally.

Never one to give up on a challenge I shouted back, "I'll cum like a goddamned animal! I'll blow a hole in the ceiling!" I began bellowing and howling in my own pathetic attempt of an exaggerated orgasm.

As we rolled around the floor the tickling continued. We were both red in the face, tears streaming, mock orgasms being verbalized at the top of our lungs. At one point I sat up on my knees and raised my hands like claws, indicating I was going in for the Double-Sided Rib Tickle Attack. Lily screamed in mock horror and curled up into a defensive ball as my hands came down. I had expected that my hands would collide with her back, but at the last second she twisted the other way, and in the very next second my two hands were very firmly clutching my own daughter's sizable breasts.

We froze.

I stared at her. She stared at me.

To my amazement, however, Lily in her drunken haze seemed to consider this all still part of the game. She burst out laughing and said, "Oh, yeah? Two can play at that game!" And with that, she freed one of her own hands and very firmly and directly gripped my crotch, catching much of my shaft in her little hand.

We froze again. And not just because of a surprise this time. It was because I was fully erect.

And she knew it.

The laughter and the giggling died instantly. The room became very quiet save for Frank Sinatra very ironically crooning the lyric "Why don't you take all of me" over the sound system.

Still gripping me, Lily whispered, "Daddy...you're...you're hard."

I gulped, and I felt like my stomach was turning inside-out. We had gone too far.

"Lily," I stammered," honey...I'm sorry."

"Are you hard because of...because of me?"

I looked into her beautiful innocent face. "It's the situation, I guess," I said in a weak voice. "I mean...lots of sex talk..." I trailed off, pathetically unable to think of anything else to say.

Lily broke her gaze from mine only to review our current situation. Amazingly, I was still gripping her breasts. She was still gripping my crotch.

I saw her lips start moving, but I couldn't hear her.

"What is it, honey?" I asked.

Her whisper got just a little louder, barely audible: "I want to see it."

"See what, honey?"

She answered by giving my cock a distinct squeeze. I felt my eyes go wide, my jaw slacken until I was staring at her open-mouthed.

"May I see it?" she asked, more directly this time.

Every fibre of logic in my brain fired up in full Red Alert, telling me as a father to get up and walk out of this room right now. Right goddamned now. But there was also the little boy, the little boy with blue balls who was desperate to cum.

"Do you know what you're asking?" I said, gaining a degree of authority back in my voice.

She didn't hesitate: "Yes."

I straightened up again, and only as I did this did I finally release my grip from Lily's breasts. They swayed and wiggled back into a resting position, still pert and sizable despite her being on her back. Lily let out a little sigh as I released my grip.

I was on my knees again. I straightened a little more and Lily's grip on my crotch went away. She stared at me, and I stared at her. It was if our minds were locked together, melding into a commitment that would change the very scope of our existence together. I almost didn't even register my own hands reaching for my belt. It came off smoothly, and I was unbuttoned in the next instant. It was at the sound of my zipper that my daughter finally broke her gaze from my face and toward my crotch.

I pushed my jeans down a little, revealing my black brief underwear, clearly bulging with my engorged cock. Here I paused one more time. There was still a point, right now, to back away. She still hadn't seen anything.

"Please," she whispered.

Oh, Merlin...

I put my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and began to pull down...down and a little further until now very clearly before my own daughter I had just exposed the purple head of my stiff penis. Lily never took her eyes off it, and I moved my own gaze from her face to her chest. Her large breasts, hardened nipples clearly defined under the soft cotton, were moving up and down faster as her breathing quickened.

I continued to pull down, down a little further, and a moment later I could feel the slightly cool air of the room making contact with the full shaft of my erect cock, as well as the full swollen roundness of my testicles. I dropped my hands to give my girl full visual access from the thing that had helped conceive her 18 years ago.

"Oh my god," she said softly. "It's wonderful, Daddy!"

It was at this point, my good friend, that I lost all lingering sense of control, and I was suddenly on top of my daughter, clutching her tightly and crushing my mouth to hers. Despite her inexperience and virginity at any form of lovemaking, her instincts as a woman took over, and for several minutes we made out like two of the horniest most desperate lovers in the world. It took only a few minutes for Lily to figure out how we could best intertwine our tongues, and as I clutched and kneaded her breasts for the second time I felt her hands roam lower down on me. With my pants and underwear down around the middle of my thighs, she had unfettered access to my ass, cock and balls, and she explored vivaciously.

The whole time, in those brief half-seconds where our mouths were not closed around each other, I could hear her gasp, "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!"

Ever eager to have my way with this girl, complete animal instincts taking over, I leaned up again, gripped the edges of her flimsy tank-top, and ripped it into two large shreds. My girl's young breasts seem to explode from under the material, and with only the slightest pause to take in their massive beauty, a perky 34B by my estimation, I dove in with my mouth, taking her hard nipples between my teeth and drawing yelps of astonished pleasure from Lily.

Despite never having done anything like this before I could feel Lily desperately trying to match my physical passion with her own. She finally got another solid grip on the shaft of my penis and begin to stroke quickly, clumsily, no doubt trying to mimic what she'd seen in a pornographic Internet video or book. I was so worked up that it felt like the heat from my cock would burn her tender little palms, but I managed to allow her to experiment with masturbating me for a little while.

When I lifted myself up yet again, Lily sighed with disappointment that I was no longer stimulating her breasts, both of which were shiny with my saliva. But there was something I now craved even more than those glorious mounds, and I was going to have it. I quickly stood and shucked off my pants and briefs completely. Towering fully naked over my daughter, I watched as she pulled a lingering shred of her shirt away from her shoulder, then reached down and tucked her thumbs into her little shorts. Having expected that I was going to have to tear those shorts off as well, here was innocent Lily doing it for me, swooping off her shorts and panties in one move.

There was only the slightest sudden moment of hesitation and shyness as she gently cupped her hands over her mound. I kneeled back down and gently pulled at her wrists. There was no resistance, and I was now gazing hungrily at the fully shaved and perfectly smooth vagina of my teenaged daughter.

We exchanged glances. She knew immediately what I intended to do, and as a gesture of permission, she parted her knees. I paused only long enough to give her a very loving look, then dove down between her legs with my face. I'm quite convinced that Lily was already in orgasm the moment my lips and tongue first got around her swollen clitoris. It would be the first of many orgasms as I absolutely devoured her perfect pussy.

If it was going to be me who would introduce this beautiful creature to sex, I was determined to make it as pleasurable and as long-lasting as possible for both of us. I carefully and meticulously brought my daughter to the brink and back at least half a dozen times before her second, third, and even fourth orgasm. As I clutched her body I could feel a fresh warm film of sweat on her skin as she writhed, mewled, yelped and screamed with each climax. And when she might be thinking it couldn't get any better, I began tentatively probing her pulsating pussy with my fingers.

I brought her to another couple of climaxes before I finally began probing carefully around the area of her hymen with my finger. It was only partially intact, a further indicator that she did indeed enjoy masturbation given she didn't like brooms unlike her parents, perhaps even using a toy of some kind when she did it.

But I wanted to give this young woman more than a toy now. I wanted to give her me.

With as much patience as I could muster, I very gently and slowly began to dial back my ministrations on Lily's vagina. I didn't want to just suddenly stop and break the current we had flowing between us. Gently, gently, I eased back, and her writhing settled somewhat. I began to lighten up with my mouth and tongue to the point where I was now just planting small gentle kisses on her pink swollen labia.

Finally, I lifted myself once more and began crawling up along her body, planting light kisses along the way. When my face was even with hers she surprised me by reaching up and pulling me toward her. It was either through innocence or lack of concern, but when Lily tasted my tongue again she was tasting the remnants of her own juices and she didn't mind one bit. This caused my raging cock to pulse against her thigh, and with that pulse, Lily's eyes opened again.

She stared at me at point-blank range. While matching her stare, emerald locking with emerald, and watching for any signs of doubt, I lifted my hips, centring on her. Again with no hesitation, only pure affection, Lily opened her legs, and this time instead of my mouth meeting her pussy, it was the head of my cock coming into contact with her opening.

We paused, drinking in the moment. And then, as if we were still in the midst of the discussion, I heard her say...

"Show me, Daddy. Show me what it feels like."

We were aligned perfectly, and between the copious amounts of orgasmic fluid from her pussy and the steady ooze of pre-cum from my cock, our flesh was lubed up perfectly for Lily's journey into womanhood. She gave a little gasp as the head of my penis popped just inside, and I hesitated. I knew my cock was of considerable length, a good few inches longer than the average man's penis, and this young virgin was going to have to take all of me for the first time.

I continued to push. Deeper, slowly...deeper. Then back out again slightly...then back in again gently...working it very carefully deeper each time.

When I was still just partially inside her I felt what I had been expecting, the resistance of her hymen. Even at this partial penetration, I felt like Lily had a small fist inside her pussy, squeezing me hard; it was so incredibly tight inside her. But I kept going.

We locked gazes again. Each of us wanted to be watching each other when the moment happened, and it did. With another sudden almost-popping sensation I felt the head of my penis break through her, and as my little Lily cried out in a combination of pain and ecstasy, I leaned down and kissed her, mentally willing her body to relax and absorb my girth, stretch to my size, receive my length...

I let several moments go by. Her whimpering died down and I experimentally probed further, deeper into a vagina that only seconds ago had been virginal. Now it was filling with the incestuous cock of the man who had helped conceive it, and I didn't care. I was making this young woman mine, period.

My earlier session of oral sex had really helped prepare Lily for this. Having peaked in orgasm several times, her body was flooding with the endorphins necessary to dull some of the pain of first-time intercourse. (The alcohol was certainly helping too!) She was also very relaxed and seemed quite mentally accepting of what was going on, and who was doing it to her, and this all helped her body take in more and more of me until I finally felt the tip of my penis come into contact with her cervix. It seemed as if I still had another inch or so to go before all of my cock was in her, but for now, for this first time, it would have to do.

I moved out a little. I moved in a little. Out, and in. I began a steady rhythm.

I began making love to my daughter.

Lily closed her eyes and let the new sensation of sex wash over her. I felt her hands lightly grazing my naked hips, feeling the movement of my body back and forth against her. She kept one foot squarely on the carpet but sort of half-hooked the other around the back of my knee, and I wondered if that would become her standard way of receiving a man's body.

For my part, I tried to focus on not pounding her too hard. I had pretty much been on the edge of climax since the moment I entered her, but I'd had just enough booze myself to provide enough self-control to make it as perfect as possible for my new lover. I also didn't want to overdo it. This poor girl was going to be sore later no matter what, and the longer I remained inside her this first time, the worse it might be. There was a part of me that wanted this to continue for the rest of the weekend, hell, forever and ever if possible, so it was important to pace things.

So I began to speed up my movement a little, content finally on bringing on my own desperately needed orgasm. As it was Lily's first experience at intercourse I knew it was highly unlikely she would be able to cum like this. And since I'd already stimulated her to climax several times with my mouth, I felt no real selfishness on using her body for my own pleasure now.

I sped up further. Lily opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby," I said softly. "Are you in pain?"

"Just a little," she said, "But it feels amazing too."

"Are you sure? Should I slow down?"

I was going to have to pull out of her to ejaculate anyway. Perhaps I was pushing things too far. Perhaps I should just pull out now—

"No, Daddy," she said. Her calling me "Daddy" while I was inside her actually brought me closer to the edge. "It's okay," she continued. "You're wonderful."

"Thank you, baby. You're utterly amazing."

I continued moving. I continued making love with my daughter. I was getting closer and could feel my heart begin racing.

Apparently Lily could feel it too. "Are you going to cum, Daddy?"

"Very soon, yes, my girl."

"This is so beautiful, Daddy. I can't wait to feel you cum."

"Oh, Lily," I exclaimed, "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Daddy! Please cum for me."

I began thrusting very quickly now, and probably a little too hard, but I was getting very close, and I could only hope my poor little girl could take it until I pulled out and came. I began thinking about her breasts again, which were currently crushed against my chest, and I knew that when I came I wanted it to be all over those perfect globes.

"Daddy's gonna cum soon, baby," I grunted. "Get ready."

She was grunting right along with me. I felt the first tell-tale tightness in my balls, both of which were eager to spew a good solid load. It was already bad enough that I had certainly deposited a lot of pre-ejaculate into Lily's pussy. But the risk of pregnancy would of course increase by quite literally the tens of millions if I actually ejaculated inside her.

"Close, baby, close!" I warned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Do it, Daddy, let yourself go!" With that, she suddenly clasped both of her heels behind my thighs, pulling me even tighter against her.

"Baby, I—"

"Yes, Daddy, cum inside me! I can't wait to feel it!"

I was beyond logic now, beyond sense. My own daughter was begging me to cum inside her. And I was too far gone, too far at the moment, to deny my baby girl what she wanted.

"I'm cumming!" I roared.

"Yes, yes, Daddy! And I'm...oh my god, I'm CUMMING TOO!"

"Oh god, baby!" I cried desperately as with one final powerful thrust I bottomed out against my daughter's cervix and absolutely exploded inside her.

"Daddy, I'm CUMMING!"

She screamed into my ear as I groaned like a dying animal into her neck, and together daddy and daughter climaxed with astonishing timing. As I felt a torrent of semen blast through my shaft, I could also feel her vaginal walls contract even tighter as her once-virginal body instinctively milked the life-creating seed from my body. We held each other tightly, and the throbbing and ripples of orgasm continued to wrack us. It seemed to take several full minutes for the sensation to subside. Throughout it, I was absolutely flooding her, and I could feel the warmth of my own sperm as it oozed out from her tight opening still gripping and quivering around my penetrating shaft.

Finally, we managed to pull our heads apart a little so we could kiss. It was a natural, deep and loving kiss. A kiss of lovers. Of new special lovers.

"My sweet girl," I whispered. My head was spinning.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered back, still panting. "I didn't know...I had no idea it could be so good."

"It was magical," I said. I had never felt so complete and fulfilled with orgasm in all my life. Even when I conceived this very girl beneath me it had only been one of a thousand nights of otherwise routine pleasure with my wife. But now, at this moment, I felt powerful, perfect. As illogical and taboo as it was, it also seemed absolutely fitting that I, as this girl's father, was the one to introduce her to the art of lovemaking. And I had ejaculated inside her, filled her with my seed, claimed her as my woman.

"What was that, darling?" I asked, realizing she'd been whispering again.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but...it's beginning to hurt a little again. You're so...big."

"Oh, my poor thing, I'm sorry!" I lifted myself to my elbows and began to ease back. It seemed like my cock, still fairly hard, was only barely able to come back out the way it had gone in, she was so unbelievably tight.

We both let out distinct exclamations of disappointment when the last couple inches of my cock finally slid out. I sat back on my haunches and looked down at her. Already my semen was beginning to ooze out of her; I had clearly filled this virgin to capacity. I was able to find one of those shreds of her tank top and bring it to her swollen womanhood, helping to catch some of it before it reached the carpet. Lily extended her hand and took over the duty of holding the rag to her pussy. It got soaked very quickly. At one point she lifted the rag to see what our mixed fluids looked like. Not surprisingly, there was a little blood mixed in with my semen, but it did not appear to bother Lily at all.

I was simply astonished at how suddenly, openly and willingly she had accepted her introduction to sex. And this was on top of the fact that she'd just given up her virginity to her own father!

Suddenly exhausted, I sat back on my butt and leaned against the front of the couch, still quite naked, my legs spread out in front of me. I took in the sight of my equally naked daughter. She was still on her back, but she was propped partially up on one elbow while she "mopped" at her pussy with a second shred of the shirt. The way she was angled, her legs were pointed my way, and I brushed against one of her smooth legs with my toe. She glanced at me and smiled. I then noticed that I was in reach of the coffee table with the bottle of scotch and our two glasses. I poured myself a finger of the fine brown fluid and sipped, resuming my gaze at my new lover.

Lily suddenly blushed, as if only just now becoming aware that she was naked in the living room with her father, never mind the hot round of sex that had just occurred. Still holding the rag to her pussy, she sat up and shuffled over until she was sitting next to me, matching almost my exact position up against the couch, both of our nude butts on the carpet.

She looked at my cock. It was more on the flaccid side now, but still quite impressive as it rested along my thigh. "I can't believe that fit inside of me!"

"Same here," I said, taking a sip and grazing her upper thigh with my free hand. She responded by leaning over and kissing my shoulder (in this seated position my upper body was much taller than hers).

"Is sex always this messy?" she asked.

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Her tone was right back to the cheerfully curious tone it was when this conversation had first begun.

"There will be less blood," I said, trying to also resume my original role of the night.

"I figured that," she said, looking down at moist crotch, "but your cum. There was a lot of it, Daddy!"

"I was pretty worked up, baby," I admitted. "Sometimes there's not as much cum. Sometimes most of it stays inside you. Just sort of depends on the situation and position. But in general, sex is usually pretty gooey for the girl when the man finishes inside her."

"You definitely got me gooey!"

I grinned. "If we use a condom most of the mess stays in that, so definitely less gooey."

With a start, I realized that I'd just phrased that last statement such that an implication of future sexual activity with my daughter was assumed on my part. But the assumption did seem to be mutual, because Lily's unhesitant response was: "I don't mind you cumming inside me, Daddy. If that's how good sex feels, then it's totally worth it!"

God, I loved this girl! But a certain degree of fatherly logic kicked in.

"Lily," I said, trying to sound serious despite being totally nude, "it's nice that you don't mind me—wouldn't mind a man—cumming inside you, but you have to realize that if you intend to start dating guys in the US, and become sexually active with them, sex with a condom is definitely a must. You never know who that guy's been with, no matter what he claims!"

"I know, Daddy. Even if I wanted to sleep with another guy, which I don't, I wouldn't be as free with him as I am with you. I know I can totally trust you, right Daddy?"

"Of course, baby," I said. I know that sounds unbelievable, but it's true. Yes, I had just had sex with my own daughter, but to my credit, Lily was the first person I'd slept with other than my wife since we'd gotten together. Over 20 years with the same woman, I'd say that was a rare feat these days.

Coming back to my senses, I lectured Lily a little more. "There's another issue we have to deal with, my dear. Be sure you stay on the Potion even if you use condoms with other guys that you may have sex with in the future. They've been known to break and...what?"

She was looking at me funny. She said, "Um...I'm not on the Potion, Daddy."

I blinked at her, and with each blink burned on to the back of my eyelids was the image of my cock ejaculating inside her unprotected womb.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not on the Potion."

"But I thought Mom took—"

"Our appointment got bumped because my OBGYN had to perform an emergency C-section on some woman." I stared at her. She continued. "Mom said we'd take care of that after she got back."

"Baby," I said, "Do you realize what we've done?"

Lily glanced down, blushing again. When she looked up her eyes were misted. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I wanted to feel it. You looked like you were having so much pleasure, I didn't want you to stop. Please don't be mad at me."

"Oh, Lily..."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she repeated. "I just...it's just that it was my first time, and I wanted to experience every aspect of it as naturally as I could. It would have seemed unnatural for you to have pulled out of me."

Even in her desperate pleading excuse, I found pure eroticism at the moment. My penis actually flexed a little, which Lily noticed, and I hugged her naked body to mine.

"It's okay, baby. Really. I'm glad I got to cum inside you for your first time. It felt amazing."

She sobbed a little in her relief that I wasn't mad. It was surreal. I had practically fucked my own daughter, taking her virginity, and here she was concerned that I was upset with her!

"You know," she said, her voice somewhat muffled in my chest, "I know how the Morning After Potion works. Don't we have two or three days for it to still be retroactively effective?"

I pulled back a little starting at her in astonishment. But she was grinning.

"What are you trying to say, Lily?"

"Well, I'm just saying that as long as we go get that Plan B thing by Monday, we can do it as much as we want all weekend long until Mom gets home."

"Lily, I..." I stammered, and my cock became erect almost instantly.

"And you know what else that means, Daddy?" she asked.

With a hoarse voice, I whispered, "What, baby?"

"It means you can cum inside me as much as you'd like!"