My Crazy Daughter

My daughter is 15 years old. She looks young for her age, but in many ways, you'd swear she's 35 years old. She thinks and acts very much like an adult, and seems to be a remarkably responsible girl. Around the time she was 12 years old, she announced she's going to be a veterinarian, and hasn't veered from that interest. Also around age 12, I knew my daughter Lynnie was a horny little devil. It started when she took off more and more clothing around the house. Before long, and before my wife and I figured out there was anything that unusual, she was running around the house stark naked half the time, doing homework, playing the piano, changing the cat box, feeding the dogs or whatever, and sometimes even masturbating. Being slight of build and blonde, it looked like we had a ten-year old running around, except that her breasts were half-developed. We tried to stop her from going naked so much, but Lynnie pouted and sulked, so we kind of let the issue slide. At 13, she started showing an interest in boys, or so we thought. She invited a few boys over, went on some evening dates (chaperoned by her older sister or the boys' parents). For her dates, thankfully, she kept her clothes on. I had the 'talk' with her. So did her mom. My wife and I discussed something kind of strange that our daughter told us: "You don't have to worry about me getting too sexual with any boys." At the time, we didn't pick up the clue. Her older sister, Veronika, filled us in. One night at the dinner table, she simply said "Lynnie is gay," with a disgusted look on her face. Evidently Veronika isn't a fan of lesbianism. Lynnie didn't react at all. She simply said, "Yup." Around age 14, she seemed to quit dating boys. She had several female friends her age, and some a bit older, like maybe seventeen years old. We thought nothing about it. That is, until one day when we saw her and her friend Adeline, a older dark-skinned girl with long black hair, and very large breasts, swimming naked in our backyard pool. But they weren't just swimming. They were hugging, and sure enough, I saw them exchange a brief kiss. Hmmm... Now she's fifteen, and has made it quite clear that she's a lesbian. And a wild one at that. She has had a whole slew of girls over. They spend hours in her room. At first, we said, "No way. You can't be sexual under our roof at that age." She sulked for days, and we, being typical parents, I guess, caved. Still, the wife and I were concerned about risky sexual activity, so we told her she has to keep the door open when she has friends over. If she's going to be crazy, at least it will be with a degree of supervision. So, now, with the door wide open, she gets naked in her room with one or another of about five girls, ones she calls her "besties," and they get naked too. The other girls seem nervous to have us parents around, but they do it any way. She isn't nervous at all. We have looked into her room and seen her cuddling, being masturbated, sucked, anally licked, finger probed and more. Sometimes in the middle of it, as I pass by her door, she says "Hi," like it is the most normal thing in the world. Other times we pass by, and we'll see our daughter and some other girl, both totally naked, calmly studying and doing their homework together. At first, I was concerned that I might react to these naked youngsters in my house. But I am proud to say, I can keep my pants zipped just fine. It seems I look on all those 'besties' of her's kind of protectively, almost as if they are my daughters also. Oddly, having these naked girls around has normalized in my mind. It's like when you first smell apple pie cooking, it is very noticeable. An hour later, the odor may be even stronger, but you don't notice it at all. I almost forget these girls are naked and all horny. A couple of them have made suggestive comments to me, which I just shrug off, if I even catch the innuendos at all. We know some of their parents, yet we've never discussed this craziness with them. I don't know why. I think it embarrasses me a bit. We've talked with these girls. Sometimes they eat dinner with us, sometimes we just speak briefly as we meet them at the front door or they call for Lynnie but catch us on the phone instead. All of these girls are polite and nice. They're all going to grow up to be good citizens. We've taught our daughter strong social morals, and she does pick proper friends. We're proud of her.