Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 3

Chapter 3

I woke up a little later than usual the next morning.

Sabine had already gone to school, and when I walked into the living room I could see that Sylvia had gone as well, but she left a note. It read simply, "Call me. PLEASE!"

I chuckled as I wadded it up, and threw it in the trash.

I had bent over backward to try to please that woman, and she'd given me very little besides grief, but I spend one night treating her like a whore, and now all of a sudden she's all about me.

Didn't that just take the fucking biscuit.

I made some coffee, and sat down to have a serious think about this situation.

It seemed to me that things were spinning rapidly out of control, and I had no idea how to handle it.

I felt that I should confront Sabine about her voyeuristic tendencies, but how?

She couldn't even talk to me about accidently seeing my erection, so a conversation about her spying on me as I face fucked Sylvia was simply out of the question.

And what about Sylvia?

Did I really want to get into a relationship with that bitch, again?

No, I didn't, not really, but on the other hand, fucking Sylvia might be my best bet for keeping my hands off of my daughter.

The whole thing was making my head hurt, and besides, it was time to go to work.

So once again, I decided the best course of action was to do nothing.

Sabine got out of school for summer break, and we started spending a lot of time at the pool.

When the new owners had purchased ...

... our building they had thought it would be just smashing to install a pool on the roof.

A great idea, but most of the tenets were older people, and so other than Mr. Smiths' early morning constitutionals, Sabine, and I were the only one's at the pool most of the summer.

Sabine had this really ugly bathing suit. A one piece number that did not flatter her at all, so one day as we were about to go out too the pool, I pulled this up on the Internet.

"So what do you think of this sweetie?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Jesus dad." she exclaimed, looking disgusted. "Does it come with the collar?"

"No Sabine." I said, rolling my eyes.

I really shouldn't have been surprised.

If she could have gotten her hands on one of those nineteenth century bathing costumes that covered ones whole body, she probably would have worn it.

For a girl her age she was strangely prudish.

"So you wouldn't wear something like that?" I asked innocently.

She rolled her eyes, and said, "I don't know. I mean it's so, indecent looking."

"I think that you're forgetting that I wash your underwear." I quipped.

"Yeah, I try to forget." she said sarcastically. "Thanks for reminding me dad."

"The point is," I said with a sigh. "That I know your tastes. Now you look at this, and tell me that you don't think it's cute." I demanded.

"Well, Okay, yes its cute." she admitted, but then quickly added, "To wear under my clothes."

"Oh come on. who's going to see you in it?" I asked, ...