Yoga with Melanie Part 3

You sleep deeply. At one point a phone rings, but Natali answers it then gets out of bed. You doze off once more.

...

You are awoken by a bouncing and jostling. Groggily opening your eyes you see Melanie standing over you, a foot to either side of you, hands on her hips. She is as perky as ever and wearing a green yoga outfit that really sets off her eyes. She is wearing her hair down today, not the usual ponytail.

"Wake up sleepy head. It's time for Yoga!"

"...Ugh!...Yep. Yep. Let me get ready..." You struggle up as she hops off the bed.

"See you there!" She bounds from the room.

Looking to the other side of the bed you see Natali is already up and gone. That phone call from a bit ago. You get up and get yourself ready. You were glad to have some proper gym attire now. Choosing a black pair of shorts and a white sleeveless shirt you head downstairs. Grabbing a drink from the kitchen you notice Melanie isn't set up by the pool as she normally would be on such a nice day. You shrug and finish your drink. You head to the gym and find her with the mats set up and waters and towels ready by the side.

"We're not doing this outside today?" You ask.

Her face brightens when she sees you. She hurries over and leads you by the arm toward the mat, then turns back to close and latch the door.

"Nope. I want to show you some new stuff I've been working on, just for you. I don't want the others to see." She grins.

"...Fair enough..." You say suspiciously. You notice now that she has made herself up a bit. Nothing too obvious, a touch of lip gloss, a hint of blush, a little eye shadow. Like her blonde hair that flowed freely today it was something different. Her tight yoga shorts and sports bra were as usual though, highlighting her smoking hot body.

She leads you through a quick but frenetic warm up, she is practically bursting with excess energy.

"Laney, slow down. Let's pace ourselves." You huff.

She turns to you with a wide smile, she is sweating and breathing hard as well. "Can't keep up, huh old man?" She winks. "Okay...let's begin."

The comes over and centers you on your mat. "Okay. Stand feet apart, arms stretched out to the sides. Now close your eyes."

You do as she asks. You feel her hand on your chest. "Now just feel your body. Breath deeply. Feel your energies flowing...circulating..." She places her other hand on your chest then begins moving both hands across your chest, shoulders and arms. Stroking them out, then back in again. "Do you feel your energies?"

"Yes." You say, not entirely telling the truth.

"Good! Okay...now really tap into that, now extend it outward. The floor, the walls, the earth, me. Do you feel a connection? Can you feel me?" She continues stroking you, this time down your chest and then along the sides of your hips, her palms rubbing your nipples each time.

"Yes, I feel you." How could you not?

She grabs your right hand and places it in the center of her chest, right between her fine little tatas. "Do you feel my energy? Our energies mixing?"

"...Yes..."

"Good...very good." She puts your arm back outstretched to your side. "You are tapping into the tantric forces now. You feel the connection...in all things. The earth...the sky...good...evil...right...wrong...you...me... All connected as one." She is now rubbing up and down the fronts of your thighs, her hand working a little bit more inward with each stroke. Her hands brushing oh so close...

Breaking the moment you step back and open your eyes. She looks at you, a bit disappointed. "Melanie, let's get to the workout. Okay?"

"But..." Then she smiles once more, her disappointment vanishing in an instant. "Okay Daddy! Stand forward, hands together and towards the sky."

You do it. She turns around and backs up so she is right in front of you. She was way too close, you could smell her hair product. This was like no yoga you'd ever seen. She assumes the same pose as you and then bends over forward, reaching her hands to the ground and backing her firm little butt back onto your junk.

You step back again. "Melanie." A firm undercurrent of annoyance was coming through in your voice now.

She gets up and turns around, you could see frustration surfacing in her now. "You're...not getting it. Let me see your hand."

You show her your hand. She grabs it with hers and feels the palms with her fingers. Then she pulls it toward her and plants it squarely on her breast and holds it there tight.

You look at her, she is staring at you. Her chin was quivering slightly and her expression had a fierce intensity, that of someone who had finally lost their patience. If you weren't going to make the first move she would have to! She stood there holding onto your hand with all her strength, your palm mashed against her nice firm mound. She is not saying anything just staring at you. There was no mistaking anything this time, she was demanding you acknowledge it.

You wrench your hand free. "MELANIE! Stop!"

With a look of **** frustration she lunges forward. "Let's do Jiu-Jitsu again!" She tries to grab you but you push her back, hard enough so she stumbles and falls down onto the mat. She is back on her feet in a flash.

"Oh Daddy...I...I can make you feel good..."

You were a bit relieved this was finally coming out. It was about time you dealt with this. It was also good to know all that teasing you were sensing wasn't just in your imagination.

"Melanie. No! This goes no further." You say sternly.

"But...I know you like me. That first yoga lesson...I saw...I saw you liked me." She glances down toward your groin.

"Melanie, Don't read anything into that. It was just..."

"No, it's okay Daddy. Really. I was so..." she bites her lip, "...happy. I finally knew you felt the same way. Do you know how hard it's been for me? But now I know you feel the same."

"You've got it all wrong Melanie. What you saw was a simple physical reaction." You explain. "It wasn't you, it was my messed up libido. You're my daughter Melanie, I'd never think that way..."

"Yes you do. I know you do. You see Mom in me, you've told me that. Let me be her for you!" Melanie keeps trying to get closer, reaching out. You back up to keep her just out of arms length.

You sigh. "Melanie, even if it wasn't so wrong, I love Natali. Very much so."

A flash of anger crosses her face. She ignores the Natali comment. "It's not wrong! It is natural. The Earth Goddess, the tantric energies...we are all one..."

"Enough!" You shout.

Her face is the very picture of desperation, she could feel her chance slipping away like sand through her fingers.

"Wait! Wait...just...let me..." Her eyes still twinkle and dance in the light, but her face is forlorn. "Daddy...Dad. I NEED this. I can't...I can't get on with things until this happens." She takes your hand. "Please. Just once. Just once Dad. But it has to be right now. I can't wait any longer...I need to move on with my life. But I can't until this happens. Do you understand? I know you understand. One time...that's all...it will be our secret..."

You stand there, holding her hand. She was absolutely sincere in what she was saying. You should be on the phone right now finding her a therapist, but something kept you there. Natali's words kept echoing in your mind. 'Whatever you have to do...You don't even have to tell me.' Was this what you had to do? You were no psychiatrist, you weren't even an actual parent, you were not equipped for this situation. Would this really help the young woman move on? She was utterly convinced of it. If this was your own daughter you wouldn't even consider it for a moment, but she wasn't. You were starting to have paternal feelings for her, but she wasn't actually your own flesh and blood. The temptation to tell her the truth of who you were was overwhelming. If she knew the truth she would probably drop this crazy idea. But things were at a delicate point, you couldn't afford to compromise your deception now. Now that you were so close.

"One time Daddy. And it will be our secret forever. Let me have this...so I can move on...I need this Daddy."