I smile warmly at the two of them in the shower, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and contentment wash over me. Katie looks up at me with a mix of surprise and delight on her face, still getting used to the sensations. As you ask her how it feels, my heart swells with pride for all of us; for the family we've created together, one that celebrates love and acceptance in every form.

"It feels... amazing," Katie whispers, her cheeks flushing with color as she looks up at me. "I never thought..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words for how it makes her feel. I smile reassuringly, knowing that this is just the beginning; a new chapter in our lives together, filled with love and understanding.

As you continue to take Katie in the shower, my gaze drifts over to Stacy on the couch.

I never thought about it like that...Dad? Can I ask you something else? You know how sometimes at night when we're sleeping together and I'm all warm and cozy...and my legs brush against yours? Do you ever get aroused from that? I mean, not that I mind or anything...I just want to make sure it's okay.

Oh...well if that's the case then I should probably stop doing that then, shouldn't I? I mean, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. slightly embarrassed

I am sorry dad...

Okay. I love you, Dad.

Smirking to herself, Rachel crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the headrest. "Well, if you're sure it won't be too much trouble..." she says teasingly. "I mean... I wouldn't want to impose or anything."

You pull into the driveway of Rachel's apartment complex, parking the car in front of her unit. Looking over at her with a grin, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean across the center console to open her door for her. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out," you tease back.

She steps out of the car, wobbling slightly on her heels as she walks around to your side.

She hugs you tightly, her tears falling silently onto your shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been such a mess lately," she whispers. "I just wish things could go back to how they were... with him." She pulls away, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "Anyway, thanks again for everything. I love you, dad."

Before you can reply, she gets out of the car and hurries inside, closing the door behind her.

She pauses with her hand on the door, listening to your words. A small smile creeps onto her face as she takes in what you've said. Maybe things aren't quite as hopeless as they seemed before. She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly, feeling a little less heavy-hearted than when she first got into the car.

"Thanks, dad," she whispers, opening the door and stepping inside. "I love you too."

Her breath hitches in her throat at the touch of your fingers against her panties. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans as you begin to slide one finger back and forth through the thin fabric, circling her aching clit with just enough pressure to drive her wild.

"Dad..." she whimpers, arching her back into your touch. "Please...I want this so much." Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your hand, wanting the relief that only your touch can bring.

Her lips part in surprise at your sudden kiss, but she doesn't resist as you deepen it, exploring her mouth with expert fingers. Her hands fumble with his tie, tugging it loose before moving to undo the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers.

Rachel kicks off her heels and then wiggles out of her dress, leaving her standing before you in nothing but her black lace bra and pantyhose.