Becca All Grown Up_(0)

When my bitch of a wife Denise told me she was leaving me, I was devastated. Not because of her, she was passed her prime and as I stated before, a total fucking bitch. No it was my beautifu daughter Becca I was afraid to lose. We fought for custody for a year and it was decided summers with me, school year with her.

Considering I was free and single for most of the year every year and newly divorced I decided to make a big life change and I packed up and moved to Thailand where I could get good sun, eat cheap food, live in a pent house and fuck around while doing minimal work as a university professor online. Life was perfect. Becca first came to visit when she was 9. Still upset with the divorce was excited to visit somewhere as foreign as Thailand. We had fun, she learned a bit of the language and I was able to afford a nanny so that I could still live my bachelor lifestyle sans kiddo in the evenings.


This worked out for the first few years. At 13 Becca came for the summer and she came with an attitude. Where was my sweet, intelligent Becca? This child was rude, anti-social and gave off serious Denise vibes. By the end of summer we were fighting and I was glad to be rid of her. She went home and complained to her mom and for the next 5 years she didn’t come back. She wasn’t missed much. Phone calls and texts sufficed and we became very distant.

The year Becca was turning 18 I was sent a “Save the Date” from Denise for her second marriage. She’s such a cunt. Who sends their ex a save the date? So Becca calls the next day saying the guy is an asshole and in the military and in the past couple years Denise and him have been together she hasn’t been allowed to date and she hates him. She’s suddenly all sweet and nice over the phone and asks to spend the summer with me in Thailand in order to miss the wedding. Denise is furious when I get her on the phone but I’m able to pull custody rank and Becca’s bags are packed before the argument even ends.

I’m waiting patiently at the Bangkok airport for Becca and see a sexy chick walk passed looking a bit lost. Her hour glass is bombshell beautiful and I can’t believe how this her waist is considering what it has to hold up. Her legs are long and tan and tucked tightly into rip jean shorts. Becca’s flight still has five minutes to unload so I sleek my salt and pepper hair back and glance in the reflective glass near me. I feel good and have a solid build and while I’m no military I work out regularly and all the Thai women tell me I don’t look like John Hamm, whoever the fuck that is.

Her back is to me and I’m able to appreciate her tight round ass as I approach her to ask if she needs any assistance. Tapping her on the shoulder she turns. A heart shaped stunning face, with dark brown hair turn to me. Her eyes are a deep green and as her perfect cupid bow lips stretch into a smile the recognition dawns on me.


“Daddy!” Becca squeals flinging her arms around me. I’m still stunned but I pat her back robotically before shaking off what just happened. I not only just checked out, but almost hit on my daughter. 18 has never looked so becoming and as I pull back and give her one more once over I realize this feeling in my gut isn’t going anywhere

We grab a bite to eat before heading home and all I can think as she slurps up pad thai is how lucky the god damn noodles are. I shake my head. What is wrong with me. I look again trying to see my daughter and not the potential best fuck of my life. Her green eyes are silhouetted with cat eye liner and her lips are full and red. It takes everything to not look lower to her V neck crop top and as I make eye contact with her I say.


“You’ve grown up so much sweet heart.”

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She quirks a half smile. “Thanks Dad. Do you still have a pool on the roof of the pent house? I wanted to get some swimming and selfies in.”


“Yeah sure” I say. Trying not to sound eager. “You can change as soon as we’re home.”


Her young curvy body is torture as she exits the guest bedroom that’s now her room for the summer. It’s white and crosses over her torso making her waist look all the smaller and her hips and chest all the more appealing. Her hair is now up in a messy ponytail and I can imagine holding it as I guide her down…I stop, shaking my head again. Enough. Becca smiles up at me. “What’s the matter dad?” I straighten and smile back, “nothing, just a headache. Let’s go.”


Her body wet almost drives me off the side of the building. She does laps, laughs with some other tenants (one of them a boy her age I’ll have to watch out for) and takes a million pictures of herself.