"Don't sweat it," Dierdre said, catching my eye and ear. "I mean, you're already seventy-five percent there, y'know?" I must have given her a strange look. She squeezed my knee lovingly, then said, "When you didn't come back, I sneaked up to take a look. I was afraid you might be in the middle of a knockdown drag out fight, or were maybe trying to drown yourself out of rage. You were pretty mad when you left here."
"So you saw?"
"Saw you on your knees. Definitely not fighting. Wow, Barbara. Was it the first time you ever came on with him? I got all weak in the knees watching – thought you were gonna choke on that overgrown cock he was feeding you. But you're my baby – came through like a champ. Mmnmmm, did you like it? The first time I made it with Daddykins, I thought I was going to come for a week. He'd been teaching me for a couple of years, you know, building me up to it showed me all about foreplay and arousal. God, I still remember the first time I blew him!"
"We all remember it," David grinned. "Especially Alan. She bit him in her excitement. If you look really close, he still has a little scar on his tool, courtesy of Fang, here."
Dierdre blushed. "Anyway, Barbara, he wasn't fighting you, and that's what matters. You've always had a thing about him, haven't you? I sorta guessed it when you and I and Daddy were up in the woods."
I nodded. "He has a thing about me, too," I confessed. "Do you know that the reason he's shoved me out of his life is because he's been afraid he'd attack me or something? He sees Mom in me, born again, and it scares him. I don't know if he wants her or me."
"It doesn't have to be an or thing," David put in. "I never knew your mother, but I suspect she was a very special lady. And I know you are. Let him find out. He'll want you for yourself if you just show him who you are."
"Maybe. Oh. They're coming back."
They were, and Daddy was walking straighter, his head thrown back, his arms swinging jauntily at his sides. Alan and Connie flanked him and, as they walked, I saw Daddy laugh at something Connie said to him. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time.
I stood up, nibbling my lip. Daddy's eyes locked in on mine, at twenty yards' distance, and it was like an electric shock passing from him to me. I gave a breathless squeal of glee and I saw him smile again, and I knew that everything had worked out right. For both of us.
I ran to meet him, and he grabbed me, swinging me round and round, my heels flying in the air. He put me down, but I didn't let go of him. "Hello, Daddy," I said, and I kissed him on the mouth. His lips were moist and I felt his tongue and our mouths just seemed to melt together.
"Hello, Barbie," he said. "Little Barbie-doll."
"I thought you didn't like being called Barbie," Connie said, off to the side.
I looked at her, blushing. "I do now," I said, running my hand up and down the front of Daddy's shirt.
"Tattle," he said, cupping my chin and turning my face back toward him. "I've talked to Alan and Connie. They told me a lot about themselves, about their children, about you. My God, have I been that cruel to you? Forcing you to go to strangers when you needed love?"
"It's over now, Daddy," I said. "I know where the love really comes from. Do you?"
He put his hand on my bikini bra and squeezed one hard conical little titty. I felt my nipple hardening inside the cup, and I ached to be nude, gleamy with a film of erotic sweat, my arms and legs open invitations to Daddy to have his way with me his way, and my way. I covered his hand, made him feel my tits, then worked his fingers inside the flimsy cup and treated him to the hardness of a Barbie-nipple. His eyes lit up when he touched the pink rigidity, and his fingers pinched sharply on the nubby point.
"Oh, yeah, Daddy," I said gleefully, forcing more of his hand into the bra cup. "Oh, let me take it off. I want you to see me. All of me. And I want to see all of you, too. Hurry, Daddy, hurry."
"Here?" he asked, looking to the side, where the Bankses stood watching, father with daughter, mother with son.
"We don't have any secrets, Daddy," I whispered, "And we have nothing to be ashamed of, you and me. Let's show them they're not the only ones who know how to be a real family."
I stepped back, barefoot in the cool moist grass, and I unhooked the buckle of my bra. I stood there a moment, teasing him with the promise of revelation, and then I ripped the bra away and threw it high into the air, keeping my arms up and my titties lifted high. Daddy looked at them lustfully, his mouth curling upward in a smile that showed teeth and the end of his tongue, and I could read the desire in his eyes.
"Do you think they're too small?" I asked, holding them from beneath. They didn't need any support. He knew it, and I knew it, and my nipples pointed straight at his watching eyes, little pink spears of erection. I flipped one with the tip of an index finger while I cupped my titties, and I felt a charge of passion and energy shoot through me. Daddy was breathing all heavy and raspy, a few feet away, and I was panting a little, myself. I let go of my boobs, hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my bikini pants, and started to pull them slowly downward. Daddy hadn't seen me naked since I was very young, and I'd grown a little. I wanted him to know how much, and how sensually.
He gave a tiny gasp when I stepped out of the pants and faced him all golden and bare. I stood there proudly, like a pagan queen confronting her foes, but he was no foe.
His eyes drifted dawn me slowly, from heed to foot, and I saw his face redden. He'd spent too much time indoors making money, I decided. From now on, he'd get a lot more outdoor exercise. We had a big, private backyard at our house in Cleveland. Daddy and I could put that yard to goad use. I'd let him be on tap once in a while so he could get a fairly even tan.
He stopped in mid-gaze when he reached my loins. His eyes were glassy when he looked up at me. "You have your mother's body," he said wonderingly. "Almost a perfect duplicate." He came toward me, and one of his hands moved cautiously onto my pubes. For a moment he stroked the little fringe of silver blonde hair, and then he caressed downward, one finger on each side of my tight hairless slit. "Even here," he said. "She was as smooth as a baby, just that little wisp of fur I used to oh, God, I used to…"
"No, Daddy," I said firmly. "I may look like her, but I'm not Mother. I'm me, and I want you. Can't you want me for myself? I don't want to be a reflection, I want to be your Barbie, but my own kind of Barbie."
He cupped my cunt with his strong, large hand and he squeezed. I moaned, stood up on tiptoes, then came down into the grip of his loving fist. Moisture was leaking from me already, and I knew that we would make it, here, on the grass, in front of Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, and that it would seal the new relationship my Daddy and I had discovered between ourselves.
I kissed him again, rubbed my naked and willing body against him, and his hands were all over me. If he had any lingering shyness, it was swiftly disappearing. Maybe he got the same good vibes from the Bankses that I had, maybe he knew that their presence on the scene would lend us comfort and assurance and our own dignity.
"Now you," I said. "Take off your clothes, Daddy. I want to see what I'm getting into," and I giggled at the inappropriate choice of words. "Getting into me," I corrected.
"May we help?" Connie Banks asked. "We've already been there, you know."
"It would be nice," Daddy and I said at the same moment.
Dierdre ran into the school bus and came out with a pair of blankets. She tossed one to David, who spread it out on the grass. Dierdre knelt and did the same. "Come here, please," she told Daddy. Connie shook his hand and walked with him to the offered blanket. Standing behind Daddy, she slipped him out of his jacket. Dierdre stood up and began to undo Daddy's shirt. In a moment he was naked, sandwiched between the two women, the mother and the daughter.