No no no no no no no.

"Riley, STOP!" You grab a hold of her by the shoulders, holding her at arm's length. "Enough of this, baby. You're really upsetting me with this stuff. It's not acceptable." You try not to shout at her; she's still emotional from the phone call, but you have to be firm. You don't know where you went wrong in raising her, but this can't continue.
Riley's scrunches up as she starts crying again. "I'm.... what's wrong with me, dad?" She sits down hard on the steps of the jacuzzi, crying.
"Baby...." you sit as well, stroking her hair. "You're just confused. I love you, and you love me. I know that can make it seem like we should.... be... intimate, but it's not right. I'm supposed to take care of you, not take advantage of you. And you're supposed to love and respect me, not seduce me. Somewhere along the way, you just got mixed up that's all. If you want, we can talk to someone. I think Tyler knows a therapist who specializes in this kind of stuff." Tyler is your therapist, whom you see twice monthly.
"I don't want some stranger looking at me like I'm a degenerate..." she sniffles and rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms.
"Well, the bottom line is, we both need to be on guard with our behavior, baby. No more... no more grabbing daddy's junk, ok?" You try not to think about how sexy she is, sitting there in a bikini top and shorts. She's a perfect vision of Jenna, only younger and more fair.
"It's hard. I can't stop thinking about you that way, daddy..."
"I know, Riley. But part of becoming an adult is self-control." {if KaylaSexLvl > 1
}You try to swallow the hypocrisy of that statement as you think about Kayla. {elseif TaraSexLvl > 1
}You try to swallow the hypocrisy of that statement as you think about Tara. {else
}{endif
}
Riley nods. She's calming down now. "I'm sorry, dad."
"I know, honey. I forgive you. Come here." You give her a hug. "My sweet angel."
You head back up to the house. For the next few hours, you and the girls play some card games, tell stories, and listen to music. Riley seems to have gained some self-control now. You decide not to tell Jenna about it. Riley will be okay.
Around 11:30, after Riley and Allison have retreated to their rooms, the lights of an Uber car swing into the driveway.