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My Stray Daughter

By: VanillaExtract



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It was one of those hot, rainy days. I'd been working out in the sun through most of it. My little apartment would be a furnace by the time I got home. A cold beer would fix that. The bus was dry at least.

I felt something vibrate in my lunch box. My phone reported I had three messages. Three? I hadn't remembered getting the first, but then I never looked at the thing while I was working. The first had been at 12:00 pm, the second at 1:00 pm, and the third at 6:30 pm. I put it to my ear and listened to the voicemail.

"Hello?" said the timid voice of a young girl. "Um..." The message ended.

Who the hell was that? She sounded cute though. The next message played.

"Hi again. My name is Allie Cattrall. I'm trying to reach David Daugson."

I squinted. Cattrall, Cattrall. Where did I know that name?

"I know this will probably seem a little weird, me calling like this, but you knew my mom, Rebecca Cattrall."

My eyes spread open. Now I remembered.

"I don't know if you remember her, but you two used to date in high school. I guess my mom lost touch after you joined the army or something."

Where was this going? My heart gave a thump.

"Anyway, I don't know how to say this, but, um, I'm your daughter."

Oh, shit.

"I know that sounds totally crazy. We live in the same city but we've never even met. Small world, right? I mean, big world. Whatever. Anyway, you probably don't believe me. You probably just deleted this message. I know you don't know me or anything, but I'm kind of going through a rough patch right now. I thought maybe, maybe you'd like to meet me."

I felt sick, or lightheaded, or drunk, or something that was affecting my mental state. Maybe I was going into shock. That was possible, right? 

"You don't have to if you don't want to though. I mean, I want you to, but if you don't want to, I get it. Anyway, if you want to meet me, I'll be at Sam's Diner on the corner of Park and Main at 6:00 pm. Um, bye."

I yanked the phone away from my ear to look at the time: 6:35! Wait there was another message.

"Hello again. It's Allie. Your daughter. It's 6:30. I guess you couldn't make it. I don't know if you even listened to your messages. I'm going to stay here until 7:00, and then I guess I'm going to go. Please, I'm really hoping you'll come. I really need your help... Daddy."

I jumped out of my seat and ran to the front of the bus. "Stop the bus! I got to get off!"

The driver stopped and I ran out into the rain. I spun around to get my bearings. I was on Main, but Park was back the way I came. I had passed her and not even realized it. I started running.

I don't know what possessed me, running through the rain like this, crossing busy streets and brushing past people with umbrellas. I think I knocked over an old woman at one point, but I didn't even look back. It was as if some kind of parental instinct had taken hold of me.

She wasn't even my daughter, not really. I hadn't raised her. Maybe we shared some DNA, according to her. Did that make her my responsibility? My mind answered no, but my legs ran all the same.

It took me 15 minutes to get there. I was out of breath and my legs were burning. I was actually happy to see that crappy diner, terrible food at high prices. I yanked the door open like the streets were on fire.

There weren't many customers, but it wasn't hard to find her. She was sitting at the booth right next to the door, watching, waiting... for me. She had her mother's black hair and those black eyebrows that contrasted against her pale skin. She looked up from her coffee cup to see me. She had the same hazel eyes that I was so familiar with, my eyes.

Ah, fuck. I considered turning around and leaving right then. What the hell was I thinking? But then she smiled at me. I finally got it, all the jokes my friends made about their daughters wrapping them around their little fingers. Hell, I had run five blocks just to lay eyes on her.

She stood up and gave me a big smile. "David?"

"Allie?"

I didn't think her smile could get bigger, but it did. "Hi."

That voice! She was a siren, luring me over. I'd never felt so powerless before. I stepped toward her and held out my hand to shake hers. She seemed to give me a confused look, and then stepped right into me and threw her arms around my neck. My legs that were burning from the run turned to gelatin in her embrace. If she had held me any longer, I might have collapsed, but she let go.

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course," I said, falling into the booth. I really was feeling weak.

"I didn't know if you got my messages," she said, sitting down across from me.

"I did," I said. "About 15 minutes ago, after work."

"And you rushed right over?" she said. It wasn't just the smile that was big. It was her lips. They were so full. So... kissable. Wait, not kissable. This was my daughter. She was gorgeous though, and her full lips may have been her best trait.

"Yeah," was all I could manage.

"That's sweet," she said, tilting her head, her long black hair fanning around her narrow shoulders and colliding with the swell of her breasts. She was wearing a white "Lincoln High School" t-shirt that was too small for her. "You know, you look just like your yearbook picture, except a little older."

"Yearbook?" I said.

"Yeah, it was the only picture my mom had of you. Same short black hair, same hazel eyes, little more muscular now though."

"Uh, I, I don't really know what to say. I had no idea I had you."

She giggled and brushed her hair behind her ear so it was out of her face. "I didn't know either until a few months ago. My mom told me."

"And she's sure it's, I mean, you, that you're... mine?"

"That's what she told me. She wouldn't lie about it."

"You look like her, and maybe a little like me."

She smiled. "Yeah. It's the nose."

The waitress stopped by our table, a world-weary woman with no time to spare. "You want something, hun?"

"Oh, sure," I said, realizing how hungry I was. "A burger and fries, and a coffee."

She wrote it down and looked at my daughter. My daughter? I was not going to get used to that.

"You want another refill on that coffee?"

"Yes, I guess, thanks."

"Have you eaten?" I asked Allie.

"Oh, no, not really. I'm okay."

"You should order something," I told her. Wait, what was this feeling now, another parental urge to make sure my daughter was properly fed? Was there no learning curve to this parent thing?

"That's okay. I don't have any money," Allie said sheepishly.

"You're going to pay for that coffee, right?" the waitress put in.

"I thought the refills were free," Allie said.

"Just the first one."

"I'll pay for it," I interrupted. "Allie, get something to eat. I owe a lot of back child support."

She rewarded me with another smile. "Okay. I'll take a burger and fries too."

The waitress grunted and moved off.

"So," I said, playing with the napkin-wrapped silverware. Damn, I was nervous. "Tell me about yourself. When's your birthday? How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, no, no boyfriend. I just turned 18 on July 4th. Fireworks for my birthday every year. Yay."

"That's great. I'm sorry I've missed all 18 of them."

"Me too," she said softly.

I nodded. "And how's your mother doing?"

Allie looked solemn. "Mom died three months ago. Cancer."

"Oh, my god. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. She's in a better place now."

"Wow. I remember Rebecca's father died when she was young too, and her mother was always ill."

"Yeah, grandma's gone too," Allie said, looking down.

"Oh. I'm really sorry."

"It's been rough for me," she said, turning her cup.

"I see," I said. "Wait a moment; do you have any other family? Who are you living with?"

She swallowed hard. "Friends mostly, here and there."

I stared at her for a moment. My newfound parental instincts were kicking into overdrive. "Allie, are you homeless?"

She took a deep breath. "When mom got sick, I dropped out of high school to take care of her, but she just got worse and worse. I tried to find a job, but wouldn't you know it? No one wants to hire a high school dropout. I tried to pay the rent by selling our stuff, the car, jewelry, furniture. Eventually, I told the landlord if he gave me one more month, I'd let him keep everything in the apartment. Mom died a few days later, but she told me about you. I always thought you died in the army." She stared at me. "That's what mom said, until she admitted, surprise, you live here, that you didn't die. I would have been angry with her if she wasn't, you know, dying. I moved in with a friend of mine, but her parents really didn't like me. So, yes, as of this morning, I'm homeless."

The waitress came back. "Two burgers and fries, and a coffee."

I stared down at my burger. I had lost my appetite. Allie, however, seemed ravenous. She took a big bite and seemed to sigh. She swallowed and looked at me again with those familiar eyes.

"Sorry, I'm kind of hungry," she said, wiping her mouth. "I don't mean to be a pig."

"It's okay," I said, taking a fry. "Eat up."

She nodded and took another bite. "Thank you."

"Allie, do you know why your mother never contacted me?"

She shook her head as she chewed. "There wasn't a lot of time to ask questions. She said you broke up with her. She said something about how she thought you'd reject her, that you were really into the army or something. "

I rolled my eyes. "I was 18. People change. I always regretted the way I ended things with her. Once I was out of the service, I never wanted to go back. I can't tell you how many times I thought about looking her up. I wish she had told me about you."

Allie swallowed another mouthful. "Me too."

"I'm sorry," I said. It felt like a worthless apology. I had done wrong by Rebecca, and now she was gone. I'd left her with a child, my child, and I hadn't been there. "I wish I could have been in your life."

She put down her burger and looked me in the eye. "Maybe you still can be."

I knew where this was going. I had figured it out five minutes ago. "Allie..."

"I need a place to stay," she said. "I have no where else to go. You're my last chance. I don't have any other friends or family I can ask. I won't stay long. Just long enough to get on my feet, a job, save up enough to get a place somewhere. Maybe a couple months. I don't know. I haven't figured it out, but---"

"Allie," I interrupted, "I told you, I owe you back child support. You can stay with me as long as you'd like."

"Really?" I didn't think her grin could get any bigger, but she proved me wrong. She jumped out of her seat and came around to my side of the booth, grabbing me from the side and hugging me tight. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Daddy!" She let me go. "I-I mean David."

I chuckled. "It's okay. I like 'Daddy' just fine." I reached across the table and pulled her plate over. "Eat up."

"Got to clean my plate?" she said, taking a fry.

"House rules," I said. "But I have to warn you, I'm not a rich man, Allie. This greasy burger in this terrible diner is a feast."

"Oh. Then I'll definitely clean my plate... Daddy."

After we finished our meal, Allie and I talked for a couple hours. She told me a little more about herself, her time at school, her friends, her mother, and I told her a little about my construction job.

When the waitress gave us glares, we knew it was time to go. We ran through the rain to catch a bus across town. Allie seemed happy and cheerful to be with me. She looked at me funny, like she was in awe or something. I didn't think I had done anything too tremendous to deserve such a look. Any father would've taken in their daughter, wouldn't they?

"Now, don't get too excited," I said as we reached the door on the top floor of my apartment building. I slid my key into the lock. "It's a small place."

"It's okay. My plan B was the alley behind the diner, so I'm sure this is a palace."

I led her inside. I'd been right; it was warm in here, though the rain had cooled it off a little. Still, I opened the windows as Allie looked over the room, which consisted of a kitchen and a living room, divided by a breakfast bar, and a small table with two chairs. The living room had one sofa in it and a TV against the wall. There were no bedrooms.

"There's no bedrooms," Allie pointed out.

"Yeah, no," I said as I put the box fan in the window. "The sofa pulls out into a bed though."

"Oh."

"You can have that," I added. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"Oh, no," she said quickly. "It's fine. I can sleep on the floor. I'm used to it anyway. I slept on the floor at my friend's house."

"No, I want you to be comfortable," I said.

"Is this the bathroom?" she asked, pointing at the doorframe off to the right. There was no door.

"Ah, I forgot. Yeah, the, uh, the door is missing on the bathroom. Long story short, the landlord needed a door and I offered mine. He knocked 50 bucks off the rent. I'll get a new door."

She looked more nervous than ever as she walked through my tiny apartment.

"Sorry," I volunteered. "I know it's probably not what you expected."

"No, no, it's fine," she said, tuning back to me. "Really, it's great. Like I said, it's better than the alley. And honestly, it's not too much smaller than the apartment I had with my mom, except that one had bedrooms... and doors."

"I'll get a new door as soon as I can," I said.

She was playing with her fingers awkwardly. "Well, would it be okay if I took a shower? I'm soaked from all the rain and I had such a long day."

I glanced at her wet t-shirt. I could see the outline of a white bra underneath. "Yeah, of course. Go ahead."

"I, um, I have to pee too."

"Okay. Yeah, go. I'm not going to look. Just do what you need to do. I need to change anyway, over here, I mean."

"Okay," she said. "Sorry. It's all just, I don't know."

She awkwardly turned away and headed through the bathroom doorframe. I moved past the sofa so I couldn't see anything. I really needed a new door. How embarrassing. She probably hoped she'd have some rich father to take care of her, not a guy like me. Fuck, it made me contemplate my life, wishing I had applied myself more or something. I'd never made apologies for my lifestyle before. How did this girl get into my head in the course of a few hours?

I opened up the dresser drawer that my TV stood atop, taking out a change of clothes. I was soaked too. When I heard the shower turn on, I figured it was safe to undress. I peeled my wet shirt off over my head. My chest was still damp, but there were no towels nearby, and I didn't want to risk running to the kitchen. Instead, I ran my shirt over my muscular chest to soak up the rest of the water. I unbuckled my pants next, sliding them down. They stuck to my thighs, folding inside out. I took one more glance at the bathroom. I could hear the shower. I pushed my boxers down. My long cock hung heavily between my legs. I gave it a squeeze with my wet t-shirt. It didn't seem to help dry it, but it did feel nice. I probably shouldn't have done that with my daughter in the next room.

I tossed the pile of wet clothes in the corner and stepped into a dry pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a white t-shirt. Hm. Was this okay? What does one wear around their teenage daughter? I was already confused.

I turned around and sat on the dresser, which gave me no possible angle to see into the bathroom. I soon heard the shower turn off and I waited. It didn't really occur to me until just now that she didn't have a suitcase, or any clothes, or anything really. She managed to find my towel though. She stepped out of the bathroom with it wrapped around her chest, the swell of her breasts threatening to break it open as she clasped it together under her armpit. It parted down her side at her hip; a flash of flesh drew my eyes like flies to honey.

"Daddy, this is kind of awkward, but I don't have any other clothes and my old ones are soaked." Her wet black hair was all down her face, looking like black eyeliner that was running away from crying eyes.

"Uh," I said, averting my gaze. "I don't have clothes. I mean, girl clothes. I mean, where are your clothes?"

"They're wet, except my panties."

"Your panties aren't wet?"

"Um, no. They're not wet."

"Oh," I said, looking at the floor. The siren's voice tempted me to look up at her lithe body wrapped in a white towel with wet black hair cascading down her shoulders. "Don't you have a suitcase or something?"

"No," she said. "I lost everything when I moved out. The landlord was a jerk and changed the locks. I've been wearing my friend's clothes."

"Okay, I have..." I turned around and busied myself looking through my drawers. I pulled out a white t-shirt. "T-shirt!" I said triumphantly, turning around and holding it up. "Is this all right?"

"Okay."

I tossed it to her. She had to grab it out of the air. The sudden movement made the towel flap open for the briefest of moments, but I had seen more than I ought to, a flash of black hair where a father should never look.

"I-I'll be right back," she said, rushing into the bathroom.

I rubbed my face. I was really fucking up this father thing. I wasn't sure how to do it, but I was pretty sure I was not supposed to be eyeing my teenage daughter like that. Had I really just seen her pubic hair? Maybe I was confused. Probably confused. It was a shadow. After all, I'd never intentionally look at her... right?

I waited a few minutes and she soon came back wearing my white t-shirt, no pants. I assumed she was wearing her panties underneath, but I had no way of knowing. Her long bare legs and bare feet invited my imagination to do with her as I would. My eyes found their way to her chest, the swell of her breasts, and the bumps of her nipples. I could see the dark color of her areolas contrasted against the white. She was definitely not wearing a bra. I wasn't sure if this was a moment when a father was supposed to turn away or not.

"Okay?" I said.

"Yeah, thanks. I don't have pants. I hope that's okay. I know it must be weird having your daughter run around in a t-shirt and panties."

Panties confirmed! "It's fine. I'll leave you some money tomorrow so you can buy a few things while I'm at work."

She smiled big. "You're encouraging me to shop already? Best Daddy ever."

I chuckled. "How about we turn in for the night? I've got to get up pretty early."

She looked at the clock. "It's only 10:30 pm."

"I'm up at 6:00 to make it to the site at 7:00."

"Oh, okay. I don't want to keep you up then. How does this bed thing come out of the sofa?"

I took the cushions off the sofa and drew out the foldout bed. It wasn't very large, a double. Probably wouldn't comfortably fit two people anyway.

"So this is it," I said. "You'll be comfortable enough. It's softer than it looks. I'll sleep over there on the floor---"

"No, you won't, Daddy," she said. "I told you, you're not sleeping on the floor."

"Well, I'm not letting my daughter sleep on the floor," I said. "One of us gets the bed, and you're the guest."

"I'm not putting you out of your bed," she said. "We can share."

"Share?"

"Yeah," she said. "It's big enough for both of us."

"Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable?"

"Not more uncomfortable than sleeping on the floor, or in an alley. Really, I don't mind. I'd rather share it with you than make you sleep on the floor. Please?"

Please. It was the word a daughter could use to remove the word "no" from a father's vocabulary. I'd only been a father for a few hours, and already I knew I'd kill to protect this girl, my little girl.

"As long as you're okay with it."

She gave me another one of her smiles. Did she know how much power her smile held over me? "Of course I'm okay with it. It's your house."


My Stray Daughter



"It's your house now too," I said, opening the sheet.

"Thanks," she said, climbing into the bed. For an instant, the white t-shirt rode up her thighs, and I saw a flash of pink panties, but then she pulled the sheet up to her waist and they were gone.

I climbed into bed next to her, feeling uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if this was normal father behavior, sharing a bed with your daughter. There was so much I didn't know how to do, how to act, what was right and wrong. I reached for the lamp next to the sofa-bed and turned it off.

I felt stiff as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to move, lest I bumped into her, touch her at all, make her uncomfortable. The floor would have been more comfortable for me.

"Thank you again, Daddy," she said in the dark. "You really saved my life today."

"You don't need to thank me, sweetheart," I said, turning to look at her.

"I want to thank you anyway," she said. She moved forward and suddenly kissed me. It was a quick peck, but for a moment, her lips touched my lips. She giggled nervously. "Sorry! I was aiming for your cheek."

"I-It's okay," I said, looking back up at the ceiling, showing her my cheek just in case she had the wild notion to try to kiss me again. She didn't. I took a deep breath. "Goodnight."

"Night night, Daddy."

The sofa-bed squeaked as she adjusted position. I lay there for a long time, thinking. What a day. I had a daughter, and now I was in bed with her. Out of context that sounded wrong, but I admit I liked having a girl around. I'd been alone for a long time, and having a girl in my life, even my daughter, was a breath of fresh air. I never would have guessed so much would happen when I woke up this morning. Now, I could hardly sleep.

"Daddy?" Allie whispered in the dark. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," I said.

"Oh. Me too."

"Can't sleep?"

"I'm just not used to sleeping this early. I'm trying though. What about you?"

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around you."

She giggled. "What does that mean?"

I turned in bed, looking at her profile in the dark. "Just that having a daughter is a huge change I never expected." 

"Is it a good change or a bad change?" she asked softly.

"Good, definitely," I assured her, "but it's my first day as a father and I feel like I've already failed."

"What do you mean?"

"I just wish I could give you more is all."

"Daddy," she said, taking my hand, "you came to my rescue. You've given me a roof over my head. It's okay if you're not rich. Honestly, if you were, I don't even know if I'd be able to relate to you." Then she wrapped her arms around my arm, hugging it and intertwining out our fingers. She started snuggling up to my side. "You're apartment is fine. I admit it was a little weird for a minute, especially without a bathroom door, but now, I think it's kind of cozy and cute. It's nice that we're sharing such a tight space. It means we'll get to know each other."

"Well, if you're happy, I'm happy," I said.

"We still need a bathroom door though," she said. "Otherwise you're really going to get to know me."

I chuckled. "I'll take care of it." I searched for her in the dark and then stretched my neck to give her a kiss on the top of the head. "Night."

She fell quiet afterward. I did too. It was nice having her snuggled up next to me. Every time she wiggled in bed, I felt it. Even though the summer heat was making me sweat, I loved her body heat next to mine. Damn though, it was hot. I pushed the sheet off me and sighed.

"Daddy?" she whispered. "Still awake?"

"Hmm? Yeah."

"It's hot tonight," she said, unpeeling herself from my arm. She pushed the sheet off too.

"Yeah," I said. "These sweatpants are killing me."

"What do you normally sleep in?"

"Nothing."

"Oh. Do you want to..."

"No, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Um, thanks. But if you want to just wear underwear, you can. I'm only wearing panties and a t-shirt."

"That wouldn't make you uncomfortable?"

"No. I'm doing it."

"Okay, yeah." I wasted no time in peeling those hot sweatpants off my sweaty legs. I decided the t-shirt had to go too. I still had boxers on, after all. I tossed the clothes off to the side and lay back, feeling the fan's breeze on my bare chest.

"Better?" she asked.

"Much."

Allie came closer again, but this time, she lifted my arm out of the way and her head came down on my chest. Her arm wrapped around my waist and she squeezed. I was frozen there for a moment. This felt a little too close. After all, I'd just met her, and now her hand was on my stomach.

"Night night," she said.

"Uh, night."

I don't know how long I stayed there, motionless, while my daughter's head was on my chest, but in the dark, my mind took over. Here was this young, sexy--yes, she was sexy--girl lying in my bed with me, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and my t-shirt. How could I not think of sex? It seemed to penetrate my thoughts. Flashes of her in that white towel came back to me. I knew what I had seen, her pussy, hidden behind black pubic hair. Fuck, just thinking of her like that, naked, in my shower, in my towel, in my bed... what if I rolled her off my chest right now, took her panties down, and slid my cock into her?

She suddenly gave a snort and a heavy breath. She mumbled something and then stirred, rolling over, curling up. I held my breath as she settled. Was she asleep? Oh, she was definitely asleep. 

I looked at her outline, the sheet only coming up to her thighs. But her ass... that was in full view. The t-shirt had ridden up and I could so easily make out her pink panties. I wondered... wondered if I slid my hand into her panties from behind, wiggled my fingers between her legs, would I feel the pussy hair I had seen? And her puffy slit, I'd feel that. Fuck, I bet my fingers would sink right into her cunt. That would be hard to explain if she woke up.

I stared at her. I couldn't help it. Yes, half of my brain was telling me that this was my daughter, but the other half only saw a girl, a warm pussy that was waiting for a nice fat cock, my cock.

I reached down. My cock had been throbbing. It was too hard to ignore. Just a stroke or two. She'd never know. First, I drew the sheet up to my waist, just in case she turned around, and with my hand underneath, I opened my fly. I drew it out, my long thick cock. I held it in my hand, not stroking it. I didn't want the movement to wake her. Instead, I gave it a squeeze and simply breathed. I needed this. It had been such a long day, and she was so beautiful.

My other hand slowly lifted up and came back down, carefully resting on her hip. My fingertips were just on the waistline of her panties. I was touching them. Could I slip one finger into the waistband?

I gave my long cock another squeeze. Maybe one stroke would go unnoticed? I held the base of my long cock and gently pulled up, letting my palm travel along the length of it, all the way to the top. It took forever to get there, but since it was there, may as well go back down. I pulled back down, crushing my cock in my fist, grinding it hard as I once again reached the base.

Fuck, I had just stroked my cock with my daughter one foot away from me, all while my hand was on her hip. My index finger was begging to push its luck. She'd never know. I pushed my finger into the elastic. Her panties gave way as my digit slipped underneath. I didn't get much farther than that when she let out a breath and took a deep inhale. I immediately pulled my finger back and pulled my hand away from my cock.

I froze in place, my heart thumping, but she didn't move or make a sound. I covered my face with my hands. One hand smelled like her, and the other smelled like sweaty cock. Fuck, what was I doing? Lusting over my daughter? Touching her? Jerking off while she was in bed with me? Had I lost my mind?

I sighed and relaxed. My cock however was still throbbing. It was far too stupid to understand why we had to stop. It was still hard, and I wasn't going to fight with it. I'd just give it a minute to soften up before I put it away. I let my eyes close. I really was tired.

I woke up to the annoying sound of a morning radio show, two guys arguing about politics. I rolled over groggily to reach for it but found the soft form of my daughter instead. She lifted her head, looking at the alarm to shut it up. I tried to reach past her, but she got to it first, hitting the snooze button. With the radio off, I fell back down, putting my arm over my eyes to block out the morning light.

"It's so early," Allie mumbled, and then I felt her come up to my side. But she didn't put her head on my chest like she did last night. Instead she said, "Oh, my god."

"Hmm?" I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes and greet the morning. I'd been having such a nice dream too, one I shouldn't have been having, but no man is responsible for his dreams.

"Um, Daddy?"

"Hmm?" I repeated. "Yeah, baby?"

"Your, um, I can see your..."

What was she going on about? I wished she'd be quiet. This 9 minutes of snooze was the best part of my day, but the next words out of her mouth were ice water on my face.

"Your thing is out."

I jerked and moved my arm. Looking down, I saw it, my long fat cock just lying on my stomach for anyone to see, the base surrounded by a tuft of black pubic hair. It was hard, the remnants of the dream I shouldn't have been having.

"Fuck!" I said, jumping out of bed. With my back to her, I stuffed my cock into my underwear and scurried into the bathroom, wishing there was a door to slam. "Sorry about that!" I called once I was out of sight.

I was humiliated. I couldn't believe I had done that, let my daughter see my cock! What kind of fucking father I was? It was my own fault too, playing with it last night, while she was right in bed with me! God, I was going straight to hell. What she must think!

I practically dove into the shower, pulling off my boxers and yanking the curtain closed, turning it on and getting a blast of cold water before it warmed up. I deserved it too, needed a cold shower to wake me up from these thoughts I was having about my little girl. I'd have to tell her it was an accident. She'd never forgive me if I told her I was jerking off while she was asleep right next to me.

"Daddy?" I heard her call.

"Yeah?" I said from behind the curtain.

"Is it okay if I come in and pee?"

"Oh, sure."

I heard her as she came into the bathroom. My sick mind even thought of peeking out and looking at her as she pushed down those cute panties of hers. Damn me. Instead, I used the time to apologize.

"I'm really sorry about what you just saw."

"It's okay."

"It must have slipped out in the middle of the night. I didn't realize."

"I know. It's okay."

"I'll wear the sweatpants next time," I said.

"Oh, it's fine. You don't have to. I mean, really, I'm a big girl, Daddy, it's no big deal. I'm not offended or anything."

A big girl? Did that mean she'd been fucked? I'd been dreaming about what it would be like to slide my thick cock into her, to feel her pink lips wrap around my shaft. Was she a virgin? I didn't know, but I suddenly wanted her to be, wanted to protect her from other men. It made me furious to think of my little girl having sex with a man, any man... other than me.

"Uh, okay," I said.

"I'm going back to bed."

"Okay," I repeated. "I'll get that door tonight too."

"Good, thanks," she said.

She was gone. I finished my shower as fast as possible; I still wanted to get out of that apartment. I was so embarrassed. I knew she must have been shocked.

I opened the curtain, my body dripping water. I reached for my towel, but it was gone. I squinted. Water was dripping from my hair into my eyes. The only thing I had in the bathroom was washcloth. I stumbled out of the tub and reached for it over the sink, drying my face.

"Allie?" I called. "Sweetheart, did you take my towel last night?"

"Oh, I, ah! I mean, um, yeah. I, I put it, um, under the... the thing."

I was still wiping eyes. "Thing? What thing?"

"The, um, the... sink! Sink, it's under the sink."

When I lowered the washcloth, I was mortified to see my little girl standing right outside the door, staring at me again.

"Fuck!" I said, turning around.

"Sorry!" she said.

I looked over my shoulder but she had moved off. I quickly dug my towel out from under the sink, which Allie had been kind enough to fold, and wrapped it around my waist. When I came out of the bathroom, Allie was in bed, the covers up to her chin. She was looking at me.

"Sorry," she said.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were right outside."

"I came when you called. I didn't know you were, um, sorry."

"I need to get dressed," I said. "Can you close your eyes or something?"

"Oh, yeah." 

She clapped her hands over her eyes. I glanced at her as I made my way to the chest of drawers. The space between her fingers was wide. Was she peeking at me?

"Just tell me when you're done," she said.

I didn't know if she was looking or not, but I opened my towel and faced her. She could easily have seen my long cock hanging between my legs. It was thick with all these thoughts of my daughter running through my mind. I had to admit, even though I was embarrassed, letting her see my cock excited me. I turned around for a moment to get my clothes, laying them out on the end of the bed at her feet. Her eyes were sill covered.

"I'll just be a minute more," I told her as I stood nude in front of her.

"Take your time," she said.

I could see she was breathing hard. I dressed slow as I stood in front of her, taking longer than I needed to put my shirt on. It hung down at my waist, the end touching my thick cock; and it was thick, and getting thicker. I liked the idea of putting on a show for her. I knew she was watching. I just knew it.

"Oh," I said, stopping my dressing for a moment, "I'll leave some cash for you so you can go shopping while I'm at work."

"Huh? Um, okay. Are you dressed now?"

"Nearly," I said.

I put my socks on next, doing it awkwardly by lifting one leg at a time, my cock swinging as I switched feet. My boxers were next. I pulled them up, all the way until the waistband came under my cock, but I left them there, my long shaft hanging out. If she wasn't watching, she wouldn't know, but if she was, I'd let her watch a little longer.

Then I did something perverse. I took my cock in my hand and gave it a tug, just to move it aside, then I let it go and it hung there. I stepped into my jeans next, pulling them up my legs, bringing the teeth of my zipper to the shaft. Show was over. I took my cock in hand, giving it one more stroke, and stuffed it into my underwear and then zipped up my pants and buttoned them.

"Dressed," I announced.

When she lowered her hands, her whole face was bright red. She looked out of breath. I could see her chewing on her lip. "I hope you have a nice day at work."

I smiled at her and came around beside the bed, sitting on the edge. I reached up with my right hand, the same one that had stroked my cock a moment ago, and I touched her cheek. Her mouth was hanging open. I stroked my thumb across her jaw.

"Have a nice day, sweetheart. And be safe when you leave the house. It's a dangerous place out there. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"I'll be careful."

"Good," I said. "Can I have a hug goodbye?"

"Oh! Yes, of course you can," she said, throwing her arms around my neck. She pulled me in as my arms came around her back. I could feel her body heat as we were cheek to cheek. Damn, she was intoxicating. She let me go and I stared at her for a moment, looking at her big eyes. I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"See you tonight."

"Bye, Daddy."

Once I was out of my apartment and downstairs, I headed for the bus stop. I waited there for a few moments, thinking. It arrived and I took a seat in the back. I was beginning to regret my actions now. If Allie had been watching me, she was probably just curious, and there I was acting like a pervert. I should have handled the situation better. I'd exposed myself to my daughter not once, not twice, but three times. I was pretty sure no father should ever expose their cock to their daughter, let alone on the first day they meet.

And damn, what was this sexual attraction I felt toward her? Wasn't my brain supposed to turn these feelings off? Surely not all fathers felt this way about their daughters. What was wrong with me? Why was I dreaming about fucking her?

Once I got to the construction site, I said hello to my friends and got to work. Work cleared my head. Just after lunch, I talked to my boss, the foreman.

"John," I said, as we stood around with our hardhats on, looking out of a windowless building three stories up. This place was a shell, but with our timetable, we'd be done in a couple months. "I need a favor."

"What's up?" he said, looking over his clipboard. "Overtime? You know you're my man."

"No, that's not it. Actually, I won't be able to take overtime for the next few days, maybe not next week either."

"Really? Since when do you turn down overtime?"

"My daughter is staying with me this week, maybe indefinitely."

"I didn't know you had a daughter."

"Yeah, me either. It's complicated. Anyway, the door to my bathroom is missing."

"The door is missing?"

"Yeah, also a complicated story," I said. I didn't want to tell the guy I'd been down on my luck last year when we weren't working. "I was wondering if you had a spare door I could have."

"I might have one. 50 bucks sound fair?"

"Sold," I said.

"All right, stop by my place and pick it up after 7:00 tonight."

"Wait, I don't have a truck anymore, remember?"

"Oh, right. Okay, I can bring it to you, but you'll have to wait until Saturday."

"Saturday? All right, thanks."

"No problem."

Well, the door was sorted out. That was something. I couldn't wait to get through the rest of the day. All afternoon, I was looking forward to getting home and seeing my little girl again. It was nice to have a family, someone who depended on me. I wanted to take care of Allie. I just hoped I didn't fuck it up by doing something stupid like trying to fuck her. I just had to get my head on straight. I was sure the longer I spent with her, the less I'd think about her sexually. Real fathers had 18 years to adjust to their daughters. I'd only had 18 hours.

I made it home around 4:30, far earlier than usual. I turned the knob, but it was locked, which was good. Who knows what kind of people were in this city? The moment I unlocked it, I heard a shocking sound: moaning. I opened the door slowly and took a step in. The moaning grew louder. I didn't need to wonder where it came from.

Straight ahead on the television, porn was playing, my porn. I was frozen for a minute, just staring at the TV from across the room, watching a young blond on her hands and knees screaming as a man plowed into her from behind.

"Oh, oh, fuck me! Yes, fuck me hard, Daddy!"

Oh, my god, she'd found my porn collection. And worse, it was Daddy-daughter porn. I couldn't see Allie over the back of the sofa. Part of me dared to go and look, but the other part of me was trying to be a better father.

I slammed the door. "Allie?" I called.

"Daddy?" she said, her head appearing from the other side of the sofa. She scrambled on the other side. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she must have been getting dressed. "H-hold on!"

All the while, the girl was screaming on television. "God, yes! Oh, I fucking love your cock, Daddy!"

"Where's the remote?" Allie said, standing up. I could see her now, dressed in something new, a pink t-shirt and cutoff shorts.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum, Daddy!"

"Ah, geez!" Allie said, jumping at the TV and pressing the power button. She spun around, looking at me; her face was as red as it was this morning.




My Stray Daughter



"I can explain!" we both said.

"Huh?" she said. "I mean, I was going to say that."

I rubbed my forehead. "This is awkward."

"What are you doing home?" she blurted out.

"I work from 7 to 4 everyday."

"But yesterday you said you just got off work, and it was 6:30."

"I worked overtime yesterday."

"Oh," she said, looking down. "I, I'm really sorry. I, I..."

"No, it's okay, I'm sorry. Look about the porn..."

She glanced up. "It was already in the DVD player. I found it by accident," she said.

"I know, I forgot about it."

"This is like the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me," she said, covering her face. 

"It's more embarrassing for me. About the, uh, Daddy daughter theme..."

She gulped. "Yeah?"

"Look, I'm not, like... I mean, I'm not into that or anything."

"Huh?"

"Well, obviously I was watching it, but I'm not a pervert who, you know, wants to... you know?"

"Oh. Oh, I know. I mean, no, I get it. Me either. They're just actors. They're not related, like us."

"Yeah, exactly!" I said. "I'd never try something with you."

"I, I know, Daddy," she said. "I'm just so embarrassed you caught me like that."

"It's okay," I assured her. "I didn't see anything. And hey, we're human, we have needs. I've watched porn before. No reason to be embarrassed. I just don't want you to think I'm a pervert for watching that stuff."

"You mean the stuff I was watching?"

"Uh..." I laughed nervously. "Okay, how about we pretend this never happened?"

"Yes! That's a great idea," she said and cleared her throat. "Oh, hi, Daddy, you're home early."

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, hi. How was your day?"

"Good!" she said. "Look, I cleaned up."

I looked around, coming around the sofa. I glanced at the cushion. There were wet drops on it. She quickly grabbed the cushion and flipped it upside down.

"We're pretending you didn't see that."

"See what?" I said, looking around. "It looks great. Really, you put everything away, straightened up, trash is gone. You really worked hard, huh?"

"Yup," she said with a smile. "I wanted to earn the money you gave me. And look!" she said, pointing at her breasts. Oh, wait, she was probably pointing at her shirt. "New shirt."

The shirt said "Daddy's Girl." 

"I got these too," she said, pointing at her pussy, er, her shorts. The jean cutoffs only came down to her crotch, straight across, with frayed ends. I could see the pockets hanging out of them. Her long bare legs and bare feet were fully on display. It made me wish I'd come farther into the room when I came home. I could have seen her naked... Fuck.

"That's great. I'm glad you have more clothes," I said.

"I got some other stuff too. Want to see?"

"Of course," I said.

"Okay, sit, I'll model for you."

I sat on the sofa, right where she had been playing with herself moments ago. I wish she hadn't flipped the cushion.

She ran off and came back a moment later. This time she was wearing a plaid skirt and a white buttoned shirt. "Ta-da." She said, holding her arms apart. "I got this in case I get any job interviews. Do I look pretty?"

"Of course you do. You look very professional and cute."

"Really?" she said with a bright smile. "You'd hire me?"

"I'd make you my business partner," I said. "Anything else?"

"Not really, except for the panties. I bought two new pairs."

"Oh," I said with a swallow. "Can I see?"

"You, you want to see those?'

"I figure I'll see them eventually, right? You sleep in your panties. I was just curious, but you don't have to."

"Oh, um, no, yeah, I'll show you."

I expected her to run off, but instead, she took the zipper at the hip of her skirt and drew it down. My eyes widened as the skirt went slack and fell at her feet. She lifted the white shirt so I could see her panties. They were bright red, with lace along the edges.

"Wow," I said.

She was blushing again, her face as red as her panties. "I got these because I think they're cute, and I don't know, wearing them makes me feel pretty."

"You are pretty," I told her.

"Really?" she asked.

"Allie, of course you are. You're gorgeous."

"Aw, you're just saying that because you have to. Daddies have to flatter their little girls," she said.

"You make it easy," I said. "So that's it? Did you say there was another pair?

"Oh, yeah, one more. Hold on."

This time, she ran off and then came back a few moments later, but she was holding her shirt down this time, blocking my view.

"Um, I may not be able to show you these after all."

"Why?"

"They're kind of sheerer than I realized, like, a lot more."

I chuckled. "I'm sure they're fine. Remember I'm going to see them anyway when you go to sleep tonight."

"Um, okay, it's just... you might be able to see a little bit of pubic hair," she said awkwardly.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Baby, you saw mine earlier, and a lot more. It's fine. It might make me feel less embarrassed."

"Okay," she said. She slowly lifted the shirt. The panties were white, also with lace, but the front was a sheer mesh. I could easily see the dark pubic hair beyond. Her bikini line had a few hairs curling around the edges as well.

"See?" she said. 

"Oh, yes," I said. My cock was stirring in my pants. Fuck, this was making me hard.

"I, I normally don't let my pubic hair get this long, but it's hard to cut it when you're living at a friend's house."

"You normally cut it?"

"Yeah, I like it better when it's shaved. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm talking about my pubic hair with my Daddy."

I chuckled. "It's fine. You saw mine this morning. Now I've seen yours. No big deal."

She dropped the shirt, blocking my view. "Anyway, that's all the stuff I got."

"Are those panties lace as well?" I asked.

"Yup, I like how lace feels and looks. It's so sexy."

"It is," I said. I was about to ask to feel them, but I never had the chance. She pulled up her skirt and zipped it.

"Anyway, that's my wardrobe so far."

"I love it," I said.

"Oh, wait, I got one more thing!" she said before running off. She came back a moment later with a small bottle of nail polish. It was bright orange. "I got clearance nail polish, only a dollar."

I laughed. "That's a necessity, huh?"

"Oh, yes," she said, sitting down on the sofa. She brought her heels up to the edge of the cushion and put her hands down next to her toes, snowing her nails. "See? The pink is all broken and chipped. I haven't been able to do them in ages."

"This will make you feel pretty, huh?" I said.

"Definitely," she said. "A girl needs nice nail polish on her fingers and toes. I don't like to paint my toes though."

"You don't?" I said in confusion.

"Oh, no, I mean I do, but I don't like to do it myself. Mom used to paint mine, and I'd paint hers. It's easier when someone else does it."

"Do you want me to do it?" I offered.

"Oh, you don't have to."

"It might be fun. I don't mind."

"Really?" she said. "Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but it can't be that hard."

She giggled. "You'd be surprised. Okay, it might be fun to let you try. First, watch me."

She took the bottle and shook it up; then she unscrewed the cap. "Hold," she told me.

I held the bottle and she withdrew the wand, slowly painting her left thumb. "You got to be careful with the edges, see?"

"Right," I said.

"Slow strokes too," she said.

"Slow strokes?"

"Very slow. You got to coat it evenly, Daddy."

I watched her slowly paint her next nail, the index finger. "Then you have to blow," she said, blowing on her thumb and index finger. She painted her middle finger next. "Want to blow?"

"Of course," I said. 

She offered me her hand. I took it in mine, brought it to my mouth, and blew gentle warm air on her middle finger.

She giggled. "That tickles."

"That was my first blowjob," I said.

She laughed loudly. "Oh my god, Daddy, that's so gross."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I have a filthy mind."

"I've noticed." She painted her next finger and then blew on it. She winked at me. "Not my first blow job."

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow, but a surge of anger shot up behind it.

She giggled. "I was talking about blowing on my nails. You really are a pervert, aren't you?"

I laughed. "Sorry, I'm not a very good father so far, huh?"

"You're done fine," she said, painting her pinkie. She offered it to me. "Blow job please."

I smirked and blew on her pinkie.

She grinned. "Maybe you'd like to paint your nails too. I could give you a blow job next."

I let out a loud laugh. "Wow, and I'm the dirty one?"

She giggled. "I'm still talking about nails, pervo. I'm not the one with Daddy-daughter porn."

I slapped my forehead. "Geez!"

She laughed hysterically. "Just teasing."

"I know you are, after I caught you jilling off to it."

She gasped. "Daddy!"

"Just teasing," I mocked.

"Oh, I'm never giving you a blow job now," she said.

"We're still talking about nails, right?"

She giggled. "You just watch and learn, because if you mess up my toes, you're going to have to do them all over again, and I didn't have enough money to buy nail polish remover." She dipped the wand in the polish and then started on her right hand. We took turns blowing. Then she handed me the wand. "Ready?"

"As ready as I can be," I said.

She leaned back on the sofa, lifting up her feet. They came down in my lap, right on top of my cock.

"Um..." I knew she felt my thick shaft under her instep. She moved her foot off to the side, parting her legs. The skirt was slipping to her waist. I could see her white sheer panties, as well as the shadow of her pubic hair.

"Here I go," I said, dipping the wand and drawing it out. She sat up to hold the bottle, her knees spreading. I glanced up. The skirt was all but gone, the view of her panties open to me. I could feel my cock starting to harden.

I focused on my work, painting her big toenail first. She leaned in closer to watch, and her legs spread wider. Her other foot moved, and I felt the tips of her toes touch my hard cock under my jeans. She didn't move it this time. We both just watched as I painted her big toe.

"How'd I do?" I asked.

"You got to blow on it."

I lifted her foot up to my mouth and blew. Her legs were so open now. I could see everything, even the outline of her puffy pussy lips, the groove where her slit split apart, and the little bulge that was certainly her clit.

"Daddy, that tickles," she said, her toes wiggling. I felt her other foot wiggle too, her toes grinding into my shaft. "You did a really good. Now, nine more just like it."

I lowered her foot down and painted the next two nails, then once again lifted her foot to my mouth to blow. She leaned back, resting her head on the arm of the sofa, her legs still wide open as she watched me. She wiggled her toes again, both sets, and my cock tingled under them.

"You're blowing too long," she said. "It's tickling."

I put her foot down and painted the next two. I lifted once more and blew. Her little toes clenched down on the air and on my cock. I exhaled and cleared my throat.

"D-Daddy, I think I can feel your, um, you know... thing?"

I was a little surprised. I didn't think she was going to say anything. "Well, you're digging your foot into it."

"It's my fault?" she said.

I put her foot down in my lap, right on top of my cock, and lifted up her other foot. "Don't squirm so much."

I painted her big toe on her other foot and then took a glance up at her as I began to blow. My eyes took in a moment to stare at her panties, and she once again wiggled her little toes.

"Daddy..."

"You told me to dry them," I said. I started on her next two toes.

She was scarlet. "You know, Daddy, until this morning, I'd never seen a man's cock before."

My brush work went askew as my head jerked. "What?"

She nodded in embarrassment. "Just thought I should tell you, that was my first cock experience."

"Not counting porno, I take it?" My heart thumped. She really was a virgin. I wanted her more than ever.

"Yes, not counting porno."

I went back to panting. "Sorry. I didn't know. I assumed you weren't a virgin."

"Why?" she asked and then wiggled as I blew on her toes, once again digging her toes against my cock.

I smirked at her. "You seemed so comfortable around me."

"You're my Daddy. I'm supposed to feel comfortable around you."

"Even when I'm naked?"

She bit her lip. "Well, it was kind of a shock."

I started on the last two nails. "I'm sure."

"How did your cock get out of your shorts this morning?" she asked.

I kept working, avoiding eye contact. "Must have slipped out in the middle of the night."

"Did you take it out?" she asked. "Were you playing with it while I was sleeping?"

I stopped painting and looked at her. "Why would you think that?"

She seemed to shrug. "Just curious. I mean, it's pretty obvious you masturbate. I saw cum on the sheets."

This time I blushed. I returned my attention to her last toe, painting it. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting company. But I'd never do that with you in bed with me."

I lifted her foot and blew, and once again she clamped her toes shut and pinched my cock with her other foot.

"I would," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"I would. If I thought you were sleeping, I'd definitely play with myself. So fair warning, if you wake up in the middle of the night and hear me moaning, that's probably what I'm doing, so don't look under the covers."

I put her foot down, resting it next to the other, both on top my cock. "I guess you really are comfortable with me."

"I am, and I'm not stupid. I know your cock is hard. I can feel it."

"Then why are your feet still there?"

She raised her eyebrows and moved her feet, sitting up and admiring the job I did. "Very nice, Daddy. Well, if you ever need to jerk off while I'm asleep, you can. "

I gulped. How had our conversation come to this?

She leaned over and stretched her neck to kiss my cheek. "Thanks for the blow job."

"Allie..."

"Only teasing. But seriously, I'm going to be living here now. It's not like I can expect you to never jerk off again just because I'm around, so if I'm asleep, go for it. Or if you're in the shower, do it there."

"Thanks, Allie. I'll figure it out."

"Speaking of a shower," she said, sitting back, "you could use one. You smell like sweat."

I climbed up. "Good idea."

"Bulge alert!" she said with a giggle.

I turned away and headed to the bathroom. I undressed with my back to the doorframe, not that it mattered. She'd seen my cock already. Maybe I just didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how hard she made me.

Under the hot water, I felt annoyed with her. She had deliberately played with my cock, touched it with her toes, made it hard. Why? Just so she could tease me? I was the perverted one in the family, not her. Then again, what if she was thinking the same things I was? What if she wanted me to fuck her?

I rubbed my face then winced as I stepped on a plastic razor. I picked up and put it on the edge of the tub. Hm, my razor. I wondered what she had used it for. I knew it wasn't for her pussy. Damn that pussy of hers, I wanted it.

I reached down for my cock and took the base in my hand. I gave it a squeeze. It started to get hard again. I hadn't cum in a while. I gave my shaft a long stroke. I told myself it was all right to think of Allie now. After all, she had said it was okay to jerk off in the shower. She probably knew I was doing it.

"Hey, Daddy?" I heard her call from outside.

"Huh?" I said, taking my hand off my cock. "Yeah?"

"I forgot to ask, what do you want for dinner? You don't have a lot in the fridge."

"I don't know. Whatever you can find is fine."

"Okay."

I heard her leave. Fuck, I needed that new door. I leaned back against the cold tile. I was just going to focus on jerking off, relieve all this built up tension. I wrapped my hand around my cock once more, the warm water running down my body as I began stroking it back and forth.

I let my mind wander back to my daughter, to those sheer panties, to her black pubic hair. I wanted to see her pussy, see her lips open up, slide my tongue inside her, taste her, and then fuck her. I gave my cock a hard tug. Yes, I wanted to push this long fat cock right inside her, make her squeal. I wanted her virginity.

"Daddy?"

"Huh?!" I said. "What?"

"I found some pasta. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's fine!"

"Geez, what's your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm just finishing up."

"Are you jerking off in there?"

"No!"

"Oh, I get it. You were jerking off and I interrupted you?"

"No!"

"It's okay," she said. "I'll let you finish."

"I wasn't doing that," I said angrily.

"Surrre," she said as she left.

"Fuck," I muttered. I stopped jerking off and turned off the water. I opened the shower curtain, but my towel was gone again. "Allie, my towel is gone again!"

She appeared in the doorway, holding it. "Oh, I have--ah!"

"Fuck, Allie!" I growled, pulling the shower curtain closed.

"Geez, Daddy! Can you stop showing me your cock for ten minutes please?" she said on the other side of the curtain.

"I didn't know you were coming in!"

"You just called me!"

"Look, just, where is my towel?"

"I put it on the sink."

"Are you gone?"

"Yes, I'm gone."

I opened the curtain. She was gone. I stepped out of the tub and used the towel to quickly dry myself and wrap it around my waist. "I need more towels," I muttered to myself.

Out in the living room, I saw Allie busy in the kitchen. I went through my drawers to find my sweatpants. Once I had them, I went back into the bathroom and slid them on, no underwear, no shirt. If I was going to have to sleep in these, the less layers the better.

"All clean?" my daughter asked me as I took a seat at the small table off the kitchen.

"Yes, thanks," I said.

She looked me up and down, sitting there in just my sweatpants. "That's all you're wearing?"

"Yeah. Should I put on something else?"

"No, you're fine."

"It's hot, but I can put on a shirt if you want."

"I said it's fine. It's okay if I run around topless too, right?'

I stared at her and she giggled.

"Just teasing, Daddy."

"Right. By the way, I should have the door in a few days."

"Good, I've seen more cock in the last 24 hours than I have in my whole life."

I put a hand over my face. "Allie, I'm sorry. I can't even tell you how embarrassed I am about that."

"Which time?" she said, smirking at me.

"All of the times."

"It's okay, Daddy," she said, coming over to the table and leaning in to kiss my cheek. "We're living together now, so we might see a few things we shouldn't. Let's just laugh it off and move on, okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Ready for pasta?" she said.

"Sure."

It was pretty clear Allie didn't have a strong cooking background, but we sat at the small table and ate our pasta together anyway. It did the job.

"How is it?" she asked.

"Really good," I lied.

"Great," she said, slurping up a piece of spaghetti. "So how was it?"

"I just said it was really good."

She grinned as she pulled her fork from her mouth. "I meant your shower."

"... It was fine."

"All relaxed now?"

"I didn't do that, Allie."

"What?" she said. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Why not?'

"Allie, do you really want to talk to your father about his sex life?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure jerking off in the shower constitutes a sex life."

"Neither does jilling off to your father's porn stash."

She giggled and covered her mouth. "I was just asking because I want you to be comfortable tonight. And I don't want you poking my eye out with that thing while I'm asleep."

I sighed. "Are you serious?"




My Stray Daughter



She was laughing again. "Sorry, Daddy, just having fun with you."

I put my plate in the sink. Allie followed me, dumping the rest of hers. "I might have to do some grocery shopping tomorrow."

I sat down on the sofa afterward, flipping on the TV. The porno was still playing, another girl getting fucked and moaning. I quickly stopped the DVD and turned on the regular TV. Allie laughed nervously, sitting next to me, curling up with her feet under her butt.

"Anything good on?"

I glanced at her. "You should buy some razors while you're at the store tomorrow."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I used yours."

"Yeah, I saw it in the shower."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." I ran my tongue over my teeth and clicked my tongue. I really should have let it go, but I was so horny. "Did you shave your pussy with it?"

Her eyes flashed. "Um, no."

"Okay. I wasn't sure if it was okay if I use it again."

"Um, yeah. I mean, well, I used it on my legs and my armpits. I guess it would be gross if you used it to shave your face after I used it to shave my pussy."

I smirked. "It wouldn't bother me."

She was avoiding eye contact now. "Really? Well, I used to shave down there, you know? But I haven't lately."

"Oh, really?"

She nodded shyly. "Yeah. Can I ask you a personal question, Daddy?"

"Of course," I said. Now I was intrigued.

"Do you like girls with shaved pussies or hairy pussies?"

"Me? Why does it matter what I like?"

"I don't know. I didn't mean you, really. I meant guys in general. I was thinking of shaving mine again, but I don't really know if guys like it shaved or not. What do guys like?"

"I don't know. All guys are different."

"What's your preference then?"

I rubbed my chin. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah," she said, looking up at me.

"Shaved."

"Really?" she asked. "Why?"

I was starting to feel guilty bringing this up. Allie looked so shy, and here I was, tricking her into the subject. "Allie, maybe we shouldn't talk about this."

"Huh? You brought it up. Come on, I want to know why."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not. I'm a big girl. I want to know."

"All right. It's just... you can see everything better, and it's easier to eat a girl when she's shaved."

"Oh," she said. "You like eating pussy?"

"Sure. Most guys do."

She bit her lip. "I prefer being shaved."

"Why'd you start shaving?" I asked, though I knew I shouldn't be encouraging this type of conversation.

"Everyone did it at school, and the girls who didn't always got teased. I've been shaving my pussy forever."

"Then why'd you stop?"

"When I was younger, I tried to shave myself, and I cut myself up really bad, like, scary bad."

"Oh. But I thought you'd been shaving for a while?"

"I have. See, remember how I said Mom and I used to do each others nails? Well, we shaved each other too. It was just easier. I mean, it wasn't sexual. It was just, you know, like doing each others nails."

"I get it. So who's going to shave you now?" I asked. The gears in my mind were turning.

"No one, really. I guess I'm going to have to learn to do it myself."

"Are you good enough with a razor for that?" I asked. I wasn't sure where I was leading her, but I wanted her to ask me to do it, to shave her pussy. Fuck, I just wanted to see the pretty cunt that had teased me in those panties. Oh wait, she's my daughter. I was never going to get used to this.

"Oh, I don't know. I hope so. I guess I'll just have to do my best."

"You're not worried about cutting yourself?"

"I am. I don't know. Maybe I'll just let it grow."

"Well..." I paused. Maybe this was crossing the line.

"What?" 

"Well, if you need help..."

"Yeah?"

"I don't know," I said hesitantly. "I was going to offer, but I guess that would be weird, huh?"

"Um..." She laughed nervously. "I don't think you want to do that."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I'd be so super shy if you saw me naked."

"You've seen me naked," I said.

"Yeah, but wouldn't you feel weird if I shaved your, you know, cock?"

I chuckled. "Me? Nah. Might be fun. I've never shaved it before."

She giggled. "Really? It's the best. I bet you'd like it."

I gave her a smile. "I'm sure I would. Do you want to shave me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?"

She bit her lip. "Wouldn't you feel weird having me shave you?"

"Nah. You already saw my cock, so I've got nothing to hide. After you shave me, I'll shave you."

"Seriously?"

"Sure. Plenty of parents give their kids hair cuts."

"Yeah, hair, not pubic hair."

"Same thing. Your mother did it. I'm your father."

"I don't know. I'd be so shy."

"All right. I was just trying to help."

She was really nibbling on that lip now. I was worried she'd draw blood. "Okay."

"Okay?" I said.

"Yeah. If you want to. But this is going to be the weirdest most awkward thing ever."

"It'll be fine," I said nonchalantly, but I was excited.

"You have to go first though," she said.

"Sure thing."

"Okay," she said with a nod. "So when do we do this?"

"I'm ready whenever you are," I said.

"Okay," she said. "I'll get the shaving cream and razor. You can get ready."

She was blushing again as she went into the bathroom. I could feel my cock starting to swell at the thought of her shaving me. I headed over to the kitchen sink. I figured it would be easiest there. I turned on the water and let it run warm.

"Got it," she said, coming into the kitchen, a bottle of shaving cream in one hand and a razor in the other. "You want to do it here?"

"Sure. I'll stand."

"Oh, okay. So, um..."

"Oh, right," I said.

I slid my thumbs into my sweatpants and pushed them down. My long heavy cock hung between my legs as my sweatpants fell. I kicked them away, standing there naked in front of my daughter. Her big eyes locked onto my big cock. I suppose this was the first time she had a chance to just stare at it without one of us running off.

"Ready," I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"O-okay, um," she said, coming closer, her eyes glued to my cock.

"Just tell me how we do this," I said.

"Right," she said, looking up at me for a moment. "Well, I mean, when it's me and my mom, we lay down, but for you, I guess you can just stand since you have a cock and not a pussy."

I chuckled. "You noticed that, did you?"

"Hard to miss," she said.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just, um, intimidating."

I smirked. "It's not going to hurt you, baby."

"I know, I just really didn't think the first time I'd see a cock would be my Daddy's."

"And now that you've seen one, what do you think?" I asked.

She knelt down in front of me. "Um, it's kind of weird."

"Weird?" I said.

She looked up at me, putting the razor down on the floor as she shook up the shaving cream bottle. "I mean, I don't know. I feel weird. It's just that your cock is, um..."

"What?" I said.

"It's too big," she said. "Like, it looks like it would hurt. I don't even like to put my fingers in my pussy, and your cock is the size of my arm. And it's so veiny and thick and the head is red. Just like, the thought of it going inside me is really scary."

"But you're my daughter. It's not supposed to go inside you."

Her little cheeks were on fire. "I-I know. I just meant, like, I don't know," she said, spraying the cream into her hand. She looked up. "All guys' cocks aren't this big, are they?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because if they are, I don't think I ever want to have sex."

I chuckled. "Geez, I didn't know my cock was that terrifying."

"Sorry," she said. "Let's just, you know, do it. Shave it, I mean."

"Right."

"I have to put the cream on now."

"Go ahead," I said.

She rubbed the cream between her hands and then reached up, carefully touching my pubic bone, smearing the white cream above my cock. I sighed. Just having her touch so close to my cock was electrifying. It was really hardening now, straightening out, growing longer and fatter as her little fingers rubbed the shaving cream down around either side of my cock, coming toward my balls. She stopped.

"Daddy, you're getting hard," she said, looking up at me. My dick was hovering in front of her face.

"I'm sorry, baby. I haven't been touched there in a while. Can you work around it?"

She bit her lip, nodding. I held my breath as her little hand cupped my big balls. Her fingers caressed my sack as she spread the cream around, the loose skin slipping between her fingers. Fuck, I swear I could have cum right then, blown seamen all over her face. My cock was steel, pointing straight ahead. Her neck was stretched to keep her face away from it.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she said softly as she rubbed in the cream.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't control it."

She looked up. "Is it going to stay hard? I haven't even started shaving yet."

"I know. I'm just really horny."

She gulped. "Should I stop?"

"No."

"Okay. You know I have to touch your cock, right? I have to move it around."

I nodded. "Go ahead."

Her creamy hand wrapped around the base of my cock and she bent it to the side. Fuck, having her hold my cock, with those pretty orange nails, had my shaft throbbing in her palm. She was clearly nervous as she held on to it. Her other hand brought the razor around, and she ran it across my pubic bone. She reached up awkwardly to rinse the razor in the sink before bringing it back and running it across my pubic bone again.

"Doing okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, watching her. "You don't put your fingers in your pussy?"

I felt the razor's heat on my pubic bone as she jerked and looked up. "Huh?"

"You said my cock was scary, that you didn't like to put your fingers in your pussy."

"Oh, um, no, I don't."

"Why?"

"Oh, well," she said, her grip tightening on my cock as she pinned it to my leg. "I sort of have a, um, my pussy is kind of small, so, yeah."

"Really?"

She nodded shyly as she went back to shaving. She was careful as she moved the blade around the base of my cock. "I've tried putting my fingers in before. It hurt, so I just, I don't know, don't like it."

"What about when you masturbate?"

She was preoccupied shaving around the base of my cock, or at least she was pretending to be. "I just like to rub my clit. It never takes me long to cum like that."

"Don't you ever want to fuck?"

I felt the heat of the blade again, right up against the base of my cock.

"I, I guess, one day." She looked up. "Why are you asking me all this?"

"Just curious."

"Yeah, right. This is making you horny, isn't it, talking about sex while I'm touching your cock?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"I'm your daughter," she said softly with her eyes downcast.

"I know that," I said.

She moved my cock again, turning it and pinning it to the other side, shaving along the base.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay," she said, glancing up at me. "Touching your cock is making me kind of horny too."

"Really?"

She was blushing more than ever. "A little."

"I thought my cock scared you."

"It does, but it's also exciting."

"Is your pussy wet?" I asked her.

"Daddy..."

"Just a yes or no."

She gulped. "Yes, but only because I've never touched one before, so I don't know what to think, but you're my Daddy."

"Yes, I am," I said.

She was shaving again, focusing on her work. I could tell she was trying to move faster. She lifted my cock again, this time all the way up, pinning it to my belly. She met my eyes for a moment. "I've never shaved balls before, so if I make a mistake, let me know."

"Just do your best," I said.

She slowly ran the blade down my heavy sack, following the contours of the balls, but my attention was on her other hand, the way her palm was pressed against the bottom of my shaft. I wanted to hump her cute little hand. My cock was desperate for relief. Fuck, I wanted her, right then and there on the kitchen floor.

But then it was all over. She let go of my cock and it fell, bouncing in front of her.

"All done," she said, looking up at me.

My cock was throbbing. I wanted to get her naked, needed her pussy. "Your turn," I said.

She stood up, putting the razor in the sink. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe I'd just let it grow out a little."

"Nonsense," I said. "I'll take care of it for you." I patted the counter. "Hop up."

"Daddy, I don't know. I'm shy. I don't think I want you to see me naked."

"Baby, relax," I said, stepping closer to her. She was pinned between me and the counter. My cock touched her belly and she jerked. My hand reached for the bottom of her shirt. I started to lift it up. "Let's get this out of the way."

"But, but why? I don't need to take off my shirt, do I?"

"Your clothes are new. You don't want to get shaving cream all over them, do you?"

She bit her lip as I lifted it up, the fabric scraping across the tip of my cock. I felt her bare flesh then, touching my mushroom head. She lifted her arms as I pulled the shirt off. Her bra was in the way. She looked down at my cock, touching her belly. I put my hands on her hips and turned her around, my cock head rubbing all the way around to the small of her back. My fingers ran up her skin.

"Daddy, not my bra," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can't I keep that?"

"No, baby. We're going to have to shower to get all this shaving cream off us afterward."

"Together?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said, my fingers unhooking the clasp in the back. The straps fell from her shoulders, but she was cupping up her breasts in front.

"Daddy, I don't know if I can do this."

I turned her back around as she shyly held her breasts. "Don't you trust me, Allie?"

"Yes."

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby. I want you to be comfortable with me. Move your hands."

She looked down and shyly moved her hands. Her bra fell down her arms as my eyes took in her full breasts, her dark areolas, her hard nipples. My hand came up slowly, passing her breasts, coming to her chin. I lifted her face to see her eyes.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I guess not."

"The skirt now. I want you to take it off. I want you to trust me."

She gulped. "Yes, Daddy."

I took a step back and watched her hook her thumbs into the waist of her skirt. She wiggled her hips as the skirt slid down the swell of her thighs. Her breast jiggled as she swayed. Her eyes were on me too, on my cock, which was standing hard and pointing at her. I was so fucking horny; nothing could soften my lust for her. Yes, I was going to fuck her, but I'd shave her pretty pussy first.

The skirt fell to the floor. I stared at her sheer panties, waiting. She took her eyes off my cock to look into my eyes.

"Daddy..."

"Come on, baby."

"You're the first the boy to see my pussy. I'm so embarrassed."

"You don't need to be. I'm your Daddy."

She looked away as she slid the panties down, her black bush coming out into the open. I felt my long cock throb like a lion roaring at its prey. The panties fell to the floor and her hands shyly came down between her legs.

I reached for her wrists, pulling them apart. I stepped a little closer, my cock once again bumping into her stomach. I kissed her forehead.

"You're beautiful, Allie."

She smiled gently up at me. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Come on, up you go."

I put my hands on her hips and lifted her. She squeaked as I set her bare ass down on the edge of the cold kitchen counter, next to the sink. "Put your heels up and spread your legs, baby."

"Okay."

She obeyed me, lifting her legs up, putting her feet on the edges of the counter, her pretty little orange painted toes spreading open just as her legs spread open. My eyes feasted between her luscious thighs. The pink swell of her pussy lips was hidden by a mess of short black hairs, but I could see it, her hole, beckoning my cock. She was at the perfect height now too. As I stood there in front of her, all I would have to do is step forward, let my cock do its job, impale her tight little cunt. Oh fuck, to feel my cock crushed inside that hot, wet oven...

"This is so embarrassing," she said, breaking the spell. "I feel like I'm on display."

I smirked at her. "Why so embarrassed? It's just me, your Daddy."

"Yeah, and you're a boy and you have a cock. I mean, like, you could totally fuck me right now. That's really embarrassing to think of."

"I wouldn't do that, baby," I said.

"I know, but you could, that's why it's embarrassing. I mean, like, I couldn't stop you if you wanted to either. All you would have to do is just step forward and put it in me, and I'd be powerless. You could just use my pussy however you wanted. That's why it's so embarrassing."

"That makes it sound like you're feeling more vulnerable than embarrassed."

"Oh, yeah," she mumbled, biting her lip. "I guess that's how I feel, vulnerable."

"But you trust me, don't you?" I said, picking up the shaving cream bottle.

"Yes."

"You're safe with me, Allie."

She had big eyes. "I know I am, Daddy."

"So there's no reason to feel vulnerable, is there?"

"I guess not," she said. "Why is your cock so hard though? I'd feel less vulnerable if your cock was soft."

"It's hard because it's been a very long time since I saw a beautiful girl nude, but that doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly ram it into you, does it?"

"I guess not," she said.

I sprayed the shaving cream into my palm and then started rubbing my hands together. "I'm going to touch your pussy now, baby."

She nodded nervously. I reached between her legs, my palm touching her pubic mound as I smeared the cream across her skin. My fingers slid down across her cunt. She took in a large inhale. My middle finger rested between her pussy lips. I could feel the bulge of her clit in my palm. She was breathing heavier as I started to grind my palm into her, caressing her clit while my finger moved up and down along her pussy lips.

"Geez," she mumbled.

"Everything okay, baby?"

"Y-yeah," she said. "That's just not how I'm used to this part."

I let my three fingers do the work, spreading the cream along her bikini line, coming back across her pussy lips, rubbing in a circle against her clit.

"Ah, Daddy, that's my clit," she said, her knees closing.

"Open," I told her firmly.

She gulped. "Yes, Daddy," she said, opening her legs nice and wide again.

I glanced at her. "Is this making your pussy wet?"

Her face was glowing red. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Yes or no?"

She nodded shyly. "Yes."

"Yes what?" I said, my fingers deliberately massaging her clit, spreading the cream.

She looked down, watching my hand. "Yes, Daddy, my pussy is wet."

"See?" I said. "My cock is hard, you're wet. It's a normal reaction to being touched. Doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you, does it?"

"Oh," she said. "No, I guess not."

"Unless you want me to fuck you," I said with a smirk.

"Daddy! That's not funny."

I took my hand off her pussy and picked up the razor. "Ready?"

"Yes," she said.

I picked up the razor and ran it across her pubic mound, coming away with a mess of black hair. I rinsed it in the sink and came back for more. She was watching me closely. I could see her bare breasts heaving up and down nervously as I shaved her bare. The mound was easy, but I was getting closer to her pussy. I knew I had to be careful. I knelt down, coming face to face with her cunt. I went slowly along her bikini line, the razor passing beside her puffy lips.

"Doing okay?" I asked her.

"Yes. This part always makes me nervous, even when my mom did it."

"You're pussy is in good hands," I said, winking at her.

She smiled and exhaled. "Thanks, I think."

I put my thumb on her clit and pulled her skin taught, then ran the razor along the length of her pussy lips. She held her breath. I shaved around her swollen red clit next. Fuck, it was such a beautiful little bud. It was calling to me, asking for a kiss. What would she do if I buried my face in her pussy and started licking and sucking? If I did that though, it would only be a matter of time before I stood up between her legs and rammed my cock into her.




My Stray Daughter



"Just about done?" she said.

I looked at my work. I was done, but I didn't want it to end, not yet. "Hang on."

I put the razor in the sink and dipped my hand in the warm water. Allie lost her breath as I poured the water over her pussy, clearing away the white cream. My eyes feasted on her bald cunt, her pink lips, her red clit.

"I think I cut you," I said. "Right here."

With my thumb, I gently stroked her clit. She was squirming and breathing fast. "Ah, did you? I, I don't see anything."

"It's a small cut," I said, looking up from between her legs. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?"

She blushed. "Um, you don't have to."

"I want to," I said, my face coming closer to her pussy, my mouth opening.

She bit her lip. "Daddy."

"May I?" I whispered against her pussy, my warm breath hitting her swollen lips.

She gulped and nodded.

My mouth came to her clit and I gently kissed her little nub, feeling it between my lips. I sucked on it for one moment and then let my tongue roll out of my mouth. She gasped, her eyes fluttering. I licked her like a dog, running my long tongue from the base of her cunt all the way to the top. I could taste some of the shaving cream, but I didn't care. The flavor from the sweetness of her dripping cunt was overpowering.

"Holy fuck," she said. "Daddy, what are you doing?"

I didn't answer her. I licked her pussy again, pressing my tongue against her clit, spearing it between her pussy lips. She groaned, and I felt her hand on the back of my head. "Daddy, we can't do this."

My tongue was too busy to talk. I was lapping at her pussy, each lick rewarding me with her sweet juices. I knew she liked it. She was barely able to keep a breath in her lungs as I worked on her pretty pussy. She was holding my head tight, gripping my hair. Then she began grinding, humping my face as my tongue assaulted her little cunt.

"Fuck, Daddy. I can't believe you're doing this."

I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked on it, hard. She yelped, tightening her grip on my hair, her cute little orange toes curling.

"Fuck! Okay, okay, stop, Daddy!"

I didn't stop. I didn't believe she wanted me to. She was moaning and squirming while I licked and sucked on her cunt. She let out a scream and I felt a gush of pussy juice run over my tongue.

She suddenly pushed my head away, heaving for breath. "Daddy, stop. We, we can't do that."

I stood up, stepping forward between her legs, my long cock harder than ever, hovering, aiming for her swollen cunt.

"Relax, baby," I whispered. "You can trust me."

She looked down at my cock, her eyes big and nervous. She suddenly closed her legs and jumped down from the counter. "We, um, I need to shower."

Allie ran off. I heard the shower turn on as I stood there in the kitchen, wondering what went wrong. I followed her. I didn't announce myself as I came into the bathroom. I slid the shower curtain aside and stepped in.

"Oh," Allie said as she turned around. "Hi."

"Room for one more?" I said.

"Um, yeah," she said, turning her back to me, putting her head under the water.

I put my hands on her hips as I came closer, the head of my cock bumping into her lower back. "Allie?"

"Huh?" she said.

I turned her around and pushed her up against the tile, my cock bending to the side at our closeness. She was looking up at me with nervous eyes. Mine were filled with lust as my hands started to explore her body, running up her thighs and under her arms, across her rib cage, nearing her breasts. My face was right in front of hers, nose to nose.

"There's something I have to do."

"What?" she whispered.

I kissed her. I had to. Her lips were so inviting, warm and wet with water. They felt so good against mine. She opened her mouth and I fed her my tongue, pulling her whole body into mine, my hard cock grinding into her soft belly. My hands found her breasts and I cupped them, my thumbs running over her nipples. But then she broke the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders to push me away.

"Wa-wait, Daddy. I can't do this."

"Baby, you can. I know I'm a bad father. I know it's not right, but I want you. You want me too, don't you, baby? You can admit in. Say it, baby. Tell your Daddy you want his cock."

"Daddy, I... I'm not ready. I've never done this stuff before."

"I'll teach you everything you need to know, baby. Trust me." I reached for her.

She shook her head. "This, it's just a lot. It's happening so fast. I, I can't think. I just can't." She jumped out of the shower, leaving me there with my dick bobbing in the air, water running off it.

"Fuck," I said to myself. Well, now I had really fucked up. I had put all my cards on the table, and she had folded. And all that stuff I said... How was I ever going to face her after saying all that?

I stayed under the water for a long time, prolonging my misery. My cock deflated at our failure. The water soon began to cool, and I knew it was time to get out.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way into the living room. Allie was already in bed with her back turned toward me, the covers up to her neck. I picked my sweatpants up off the floor and returned to the bathroom to dress. She hadn't moved when I came back.

I turned off the light and climbed in bed, lying there in silence. It was a little early for sleep, but I guess we had nothing to say to each other. I lay awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling. Allie didn't move, didn't toss or turn. Neither did I. I wondered if she was sleeping. Fuck, I wish I could have taken the whole night back.

What was I going to do? I had just met my daughter and I had already ruined our relationship. I'd never felt so low.

"Daddy?" I heard Allie whisper as she turned around in bed. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," I said, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know you're probably disappointed in me."

"No, Allie. I'm the one who's sorry."

"It's just, just, I don't know how to do that stuff, and, like, I've never been good with boys."

"Allie, let's just pretend it didn't happen, okay?"

"I can't. I know it's my fault. I know I've been flirting with you and teasing you and touching you. Like when you painted my toes, I was deliberately rubbing your cock with my feet. I shouldn't have done that. Or even this morning. I watched you get dressed. That was wrong. And the whole shaving thing. I shouldn't have let that happen."

"Allie, it's okay. It's not your fault. I haven't been behaving like a father."

She sat up in bed. She was wearing my t-shirt again. "I want you to know, if you were my boyfriend or something, I would totally do anything with you, but you're my Daddy."

"Really?" I said, looking at her profile in the dark.

"Yeah, honestly. The truth is, I think you're really hot and sexy, and even though your, um, your cock is kind of big and scary, it really turns me on. It's so confusing for me, because you're my Daddy, but I'm really attracted to you, you know? Like, if we had met under different circumstances and I never knew you were my Daddy, I'd be all over you. Really."

I wasn't sure how to respond that, but it did make me feel a little better, but only a little, because her tone made it clear nothing could happen between us, and I admit I still wanted it to happen. "I, uh, I get it, Allie."

"No, you don't," she said, scooting closer. She moved my arm and hugged my side. "We just met a day ago, but I already love you, Daddy. I love having a father. I don't want to lose that. You're all the family I have left. Just you. If I lose you, I don't have anyone. I don't have a home or anyone to take care of me. I need you."

I sighed. Fuck, it made me feel even worse for pushing her for sex. Damn my libido. "I'm glad we found each other." 

She nodded, her hair brushing my chest. "Can we fix this? Can we both work on being a good father and a good daughter?"

"All right, baby."

We were quiet thereafter. I soon fell asleep, dreaming of my daughter again. In my dreams, I fucked her in that shower, holding her up against the tile while my long hard cock slid in and out of her tight cunt. The dreams woke me up a few times in the night. Allie was beside me. Fuck, I wanted to touch her. How was I going to live with this girl in my home while wanting to fuck her ever waking minute? Maybe I couldn't.

I woke before the alarm and turned it off. I skipped the shower and moved through the dark apartment in silence. I didn't want to wake Allie, and I was still feeling too awkward to talk to her.

At work, I threw myself into the day's project, putting up drywall. I didn't feel much like chatting with anyone. My boss interrupted me though.

"David," he called

"Hey, boss," I said.

"About that door..."

"Yes. Tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Actually, I don't have one. Thought I did."

"Ah, fuck," I mumbled, sighing. I leaned against the drywall. "All right. Thanks anyway."

He folded his arms. "Everything okay at home?"

"Yeah. Well, no. It's been... awkward lately. My daughter is living with me now, full time."

"That's a handful. I have two girls of my own, you know."

"She's definitely a handful."

"Is she giving you grief?"

"Sort of. We had a difference of opinion."

He laughed. "Just one? I fight with my girls all the time."

I doubted his fights had anything to do with trying to fuck his daughters. "Yeah, kids, right?"

"You want to know the secret to dealing with teenage girls?"

"Oh, this should be good," I said, putting my hands in my pockets.

"You have to let them know you're the man of the house. Your word is law."

"And that works for you?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Let me explain," he said. "First, what was it you two fought about?"

"Well, I, uh, wanted her to do something, and she didn't want to do it."

"Chores, huh? Good example. Here's what you say to her. You say, princess, you have two choices. Either you do your chores, or you say goodbye to your phone, your friends, your free time, and every red cent I give you."

"Hmm, my daughter doesn't have her own phone, and she doesn't have many friends, and she's not exactly spending a lot of money."

"Ah, level two problem child, eh? Okay, better yet, you say, princess, you disobey me again, and you're going to live with your grandmother. I threw that one at my daughter a month back. Do you think a girl her age wants to be uprooted from her home, her school, her life? No way. She'll do what you tell her after that."

My eyes shifted. "That's not exactly playing fair, is it?"

"Fathers don't play fair. We do what we have to do for the good of our little girls. You see at that age, daughters don't know what's best for them. Fathers do. She may not like it. She may kick and scream and cry, but when it's all over, she'll have a smile on her face. And it's your job to put it there."

I thought about it for a moment. "Maybe you're right."

"Of course, I'm right! That's why I'm the boss. All right, back to work."

I worked late that day. Partly because I needed the money, but the bigger part was that I was thinking long and hard about how I was going to deal with Allie. We couldn't live together like we were now, not as a normal father and daughter. I knew I couldn't settle into it a life like that. I was going to have to give her a choice.

Before I even opened the lock on the apartment door, Allie yanked the door open. "Daddy! You're home."

She stepped out to hug me tight and give me a kiss on the cheek. She was once again wearing those cut-off shorts and her pink "Daddy's Girl" t-shirt. She was barefoot, her toes still orange from when I painted them. Yeah, I could never have lived with her like this.

I patted her back. "Yup, I'm home. May I come in?"

"Oh!" she said, giggling and letting me go. She stepped back into the apartment and I followed her. "I was worried about you. I was watching the window for the bus. Why are you home so late?"

"I had to work." I closed the door.

"I didn't hear you leave this morning. I wish you had woken me up and said goodbye."

"I think we both needed some time," I said.

She bit her lip as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, I guess. I meant everything I said last night though. I want to work on being a good daughter."

"Good," I said. "I have some ideas about that."

"Oh?"

"We'll get to it. What are you cooking over there?"

"Oh!" she said, lifting the lid off a pot. "I made soup. It has some chicken in it too. It's sort of like a creamy chicken noodle soup or something."

"Or something?"

"It's good. You'll see. Have a seat."

Allie set the table. I took a seat, pulling off my boots and sliding them aside.

"It's a little overdone," she said as she poured the soup into bowls. "I expected you home earlier." She served the soup and then sat across from me. "Dig in."

I dug in. "Not bad," I lied.

"Thanks," she said she ate her soup. "How was your day?"

"Busy," I said. "I had a lot of time to think though."

"About what?"

"About our living situation," I said as I swallowed another mouthful of awful soup.

She gulped. "Um, okay. Do we need to talk?"

"Yeah, we do."

"All right," she said, putting her spoon down.

"We can finish dinner first," I said, sipping the soup.

"Kind of just lost my appetite," she said.

I put my spoon down. My foot was about to follow it. "Princess, I'm not cut out to be a father. That's become clear to me over the last couple of days."

"What does that mean?" she said, staring at me with big eyes.

"It means you have a choice. My mother is getting older. She lives alone, and I think she would love it if you went to stay with---"

"No!" Allie cried. "You're sending me away? No, Daddy, you can't do that!"

"Allie, I really think it's for the best."

"Why? What did I do wrong?" she said.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just uncomfortable around you."

"Why?"

"We talked about why last night."

"Daddy, please don't send me away. You can't do this."

"I'll still visit you. It's only a few hours away, and---"

"No, please," Allie said, getting up from her chair and coming around the table. She got on her knees next to me, grabbing my hand. "Daddy, please. Don't send me away."

"I really think you'd be happier, Allie," I said, looking down at her.

"What's my other choice?" she said. "You said I had a choice. What is it?"

I looked into her eyes. "I told you, I'm not cut out for this. If you continue to live with me, I'm not going to behave like a father. I'm going to behave like a man."

She broke eye contact. "What does that mean?"

"It means you should go live with your grandmother," I said. "You're not ready to live with me."

She hung her head. I let the silence descend. She was quiet for a long minute. I had no idea what she would choose. But I knew what I wanted to hear.

"I want to stay," she said, looking up. "I'll do it, Daddy. I'll do it."

"Allie, I don't think you understand what you're agreeing to."

"I do," she said. "I know what you want. You can have it. Just don't send me away, please."

I stared at her. "I didn't think you'd want this."

She gulped. "I don't want it, but I see now how much you need it. So if this is what you need, I'll give it to you, because I need you in my life. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. You can have anything."

I turned my chair so I was facing her. She crawled between my legs, her hands on my knees. I reached for her cheek, brushing the hair out of her face and behind her ear.

"Anything?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, Daddy, anything."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded again. "Yes, Daddy. Just... be gentle with me, please."

"I'll always be gentle with you, princess," I said.

She hugged me around my waist. I could feel her body trembling. It excited me.

"When, um, do you want to do it?" she asked softly.

"I need to shower first," I said. "I'm sweaty. Why don't you join me?"

She looked up at me. "Me? Okay."

She stood up and turned toward the bathroom but I grabbed her hand. "Wait."

"Huh?"

"We won't need our clothes in the shower, will we?"

"No."

I let her hand go. "Why don't you take them off?"

She looked down at herself. "Right here?"

"Oh, yes," I said, watching her.

"Um, all right." She grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

"Wait, wait," I said. "I think you can do better than that. Would you do something for me?"

"Um, sure. I said I'd do anything for you."

"That's a good girl. Undress slowly. Dance for me."

"I've never done that before," she said.

"You'll be saying that a lot tonight."

"Oh," she whispered. "There's no music."

"Turn on the clock radio."

"Okay," she said. She went to the small alarm clock and turned on the radio. The music began. I sat back in my chair, watching her.

She stood nervously in front of me, meeting my eyes. I gave her an encouraging smile and then her hips began to sway. Her little orange toes gripped the hardwood floors as her legs moved to the music. Her arms spread open and then her hands wrapped around her own body, running down her sides.

"Am I doing okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, watching her sway. "You're a sexy girl, Allie. Don't be shy. Have fun."

She seemed comforted by my encouragement and started to wiggle her hips. Her hands ran along her midriff, lifting up her t-shirt so I could see more of her skin. She turned around and backed up toward me, standing between my legs as her ass moved from side to side. Fuck, I wanted to touch her. That sort of thing was normally off limits during a dance, but this girl wasn't a stripper; this was my daughter. My hands came out and touched her thighs. She squeaked and turned around.

"Ah. You scared me."

"Keep dancing," I said.

She started dancing again, stepping in place, facing me. My hands rested on each of her thighs, just below her cut offs. She raised her arms high above her head. I moved my leg back and then slid it between her legs. She looked down, widening her stance. I gently tugged on her thighs and she lost her balance.

"Oh!" she said as she fell down, grabbing my shoulders, straddling my knee. "I fell."

"My fault." I lifted up my knee, grinding it between her legs.

She lost her breath. "Okay, um, should I keep dancing?"

"Yes, as close to me as possible."

She looked nervous, but she got the message. She began shimmying back and forth along my leg, grinding her little cunt against my thigh and into my knee. Her hands were on my shoulders, keeping her balance. I watched her eyes. They were fluttering and her breath was heavy.

"Take this off now, baby," I said, lifting her shirt. She took her hands off my shoulders to grab the bottom of her shirt. It came up over her head and she tossed it aside. Her bra was in my way. She stood up, turned all the way around, and then came back down, straddling my leg again, sitting down on my knee. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me.

"Unhook me, Daddy?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I unhooked her bra. She leaned back in my lap, her back against my chest, her head on my shoulder. I looked down as she pulled her bra away, revealing her perky breasts and dark areolas. My hands were on her waist, running up her sides to her breasts, but before I could cup them, she stood up. She pushed my legs apart again and stepped between them, shaking her ass in my face.

I heard the sound of her zipper and watched as her thumbs pushed into her jean shorts. She was wearing the red lacy panties today. She shook her hips as she started to push the shorts down, but she stopped halfway down her thighs.

"Will you help the rest of the way?" she asked.

I smirked. "You're getting into this, aren't you?"

She looked back at me. "I want to do my best for you, Daddy. I want to make you proud."