Daddy’s Girl Part 1

I walked into the house after a boring day at school. Daddy wasn’t home yet because he works late so I relaxed on the couch. It was so hot that I had to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I also pulled my long black hair up into a ponytail. After an hour, Daddy pulled up to the house and came in. He looked exhausted. It was 5pm and he had been at work since 6am. He works at a law firm and is currently working on a very difficult case. That usually keeps him at the office all day. I go over to hug him and return to the couch. He joins me after putting away his coat and briefcase. He leans back against the couch with his eyes closed. I can’t help but scan over his body.
It’s embarrassing, and probably inappropriate, but I’ve been attracted to my daddy for over a year now. I’m 17 now. He’s only 36 having had me when he was just a kid himself. My mother, or Tina as I call her, figured having a kid wasn’t important enough to stick around. She’d rather get wasted and trip on anything she could get her hands on. I haven’t seen her since I was about 3. I don’t really remember her. Daddy still keeps pictures of her though. He was heartbroken for some reason. ‘You’ll never get over your first love’ is what he always says. I see the way he looks at me sometimes. He has this sad look in his eyes. Compared to the pictures I have seen, I do look a lot like her. We both have long, wavy black hair and hazel eyes. Our noses are the same as well as our creamy white skin tone.
Daddy is slightly taller than me. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He’s got a slight tan from being pure Italian. His chest is very well toned. And he has the sweetest and sexiest smile. I can’t help but daydream about having his strong arms wrap around me like a lover and not like a father.