Raising a teenage daughter alone is no small feat, and for Logan Palmer, it’s been the defining challenge of his life. Since his wife Jennifer passed away years ago, leaving him to care for their young daughter Clarissa, Logan has poured every ounce of himself into being a devoted father. Work and parenting have filled his days, leaving little room for anything else-no dates, no nights out, no chance to fill the void left by his late wife. At times, the sacrifice feels overwhelming, especially for a man whose desires still burn brightly beneath the surface. But Clarissa is his world, and for her, he’s set aside his own needs without a second thought.
One sweltering afternoon, Clarissa bounded into the living room, her energy as boundless as ever. “Daddy, can Selina stay over tonight?” she asked, her voice bright as she stood there in denim shorts and a snug white tank top.
“Sure, she’s always welcome,” Logan replied with a smile, watching her dart off to fetch her best friend. Selina had been a fixture in their home for years, practically family, and Logan had grown accustomed to her presence.
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The heat was relentless, so Logan whipped up a pitcher of icy lemonade and swapped his jeans for shorts before heading to the backyard pool. He was floating lazily, savoring the cool water and tart drink, when the sound of giggles and footsteps announced the girls’ arrival.
“Hi, Daddy!” Clarissa called out cheerfully.
“Hi, Logan,” Selina chimed in, her familiar use of his first name a reminder of their long history.
“Hey, girls,” he greeted, glancing over as they slipped into the pool. Clarissa wore a sky-blue bikini that mirrored her eyes and the streak in her blonde hair, her slender frame a testament to her active teenage years. Logan couldn’t help but notice how much she’d grown-graceful and striking in her own quiet way. Selina, on the other hand, turned heads in a bold red bikini that hugged her tanned curves, her dark hair and amber eyes a striking contrast. She exuded confidence, fully aware of the attention she commanded.
“Can we have some lemonade, Daddy?” Clarissa asked, swimming closer.
“Got any glasses?” Logan replied, but she shook her head.
“I’ll grab some,” Selina offered, hoisting herself out of the pool. Logan’s eyes lingered briefly as she walked away, her bikini bottoms riding up slightly, revealing more than intended. He quickly averted his gaze, mindful of Clarissa beside him.
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Selina returned with glasses, and soon the three of them were lounging by the pool, sipping lemonade. The afternoon turned playful as Selina’s competitive streak sparked a series of challenges—races, breath-holding contests, and underwater handstands. Clarissa, less driven by rivalry, happily played referee, content to relax with her drink.
As the sun dipped lower, Logan suggested, “How about pizza for dinner? I’m not in the mood to cook.”
The girls cheered at the idea, and after a quick dip to rinse off, they headed inside. While Clarissa and Selina showered, Logan ordered the food. By the time he’d cleaned up himself, the pizzas had arrived, and the trio settled on the couch with plates in hand, laughing at a goofy animated show.
Night fell, and around midnight, yawns signaled bedtime. The girls retreated to Clarissa’s room, while Logan headed to his own. Alone with his thoughts, the day’s images-Selina’s bold confidence, her fleeting glances-stirred something in him. Unable to sleep, he turned to his computer, pulling up a video that mirrored his restless mind. But a soft moan from the doorway jolted him upright. There stood Selina, her shorts pooled at her ankles, one hand between her thighs.
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“Selina, what the hell?” Logan snapped, fumbling to pause the video as its sounds blared briefly.
She stammered, caught off guard, then stepped forward, closing the door behind her. “I’ve seen how you look at me, Logan,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “I know you want me.”
His mind raced. She was right-he’d felt the pull, the forbidden allure-but she was Clarissa’s best friend, a teenager, despite being of legal age. “We can’t,” he protested, stepping back. “You’re too young, and Clarissa…”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” Selina countered, closing the distance. “And what Clarissa doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I’ve wanted this for years.”
Torn between desire and duty, Logan wavered. Selina’s persistence wore down his resolve, and soon they were tangled in a heated embrace, boundaries crumbling under the weight of mutual longing. Afterward, as she slipped out with a promise of more, Logan wrestled with guilt and exhilaration, unsure of what he’d unleashed.
The next morning, Selina’s boldness returned, waking him with a daring act while Clarissa showered. Their connection deepened, but her suggestion of including Clarissa sent Logan reeling. “She’s my daughter,” he insisted, pushing back against the idea, though a dark curiosity flickered within him.
Later, by the pool, the girls shed their bikini tops, then bottoms, in a playful yet provocative display. Clarissa’s questions soon followed, her voice trembling with hurt. “Why don’t you want me, Daddy? Am I not enough?”
“You’re beautiful,” Logan assured her, aching at her tears. “But you’re my daughter-it’s not right.”
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She challenged his reasoning, her words sharp and defiant, until the truth spilled out: she’d tasted his intimacy through Selina the night before, a revelation that shattered his defenses. Overwhelmed, he led her to his room, their connection shifting into uncharted territory.
What followed was a whirlwind of passion and conflict-Clarissa’s pleas, Selina’s encouragement, and Logan’s surrender to desires he’d long suppressed. The three of them blurred lines that couldn’t be uncrossed, each moment a mix of ecstasy and unease. As they lay together afterward, Logan held his daughter and her friend close, grappling with a new reality. Love, lust, and loyalty had intertwined, leaving him both fulfilled and haunted by the choices he’d made.
For Logan, life as a single father had taken an unexpected turn, one that defied norms and tested his heart. Whether it was a fleeting chapter or a lasting shift, only time would tell-but for now, he was caught in its grip, a man redefined by the women he cherished most.
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