Watching My Partner Pleasure Themselves

I smiled realizing she really wasn’t a kid anymore. Much of her wet red hair clung to her face and neck. I told her, “I’m wet too, so I’m going to change quick. I love you.”
I kissed her forehead as I took my first step toward the stairs, “You’re a beauty and I love you, but… we’re family.”
I carried her upstairs, then past the kitchen to the first-floor staircase. If any of those would bother you, go read something else. She was slightly lighter than two of the 60-pound bags of mortar and cement I often used at work. In the morning I vaguely remembered licking and fingering her little pussy, as I woke with my chin on her lower belly and her sparse auburn pubic hair tickling my nose. Why are you mad at them this time?”
We’d talked about her not wanting to go to college before, but the latter part of her answer was the last thing I expected.