Daddy’s Girl_(3)

My name is April Dawson and I’m 17. I wouldn’t call myself popular but I get by. I’m certainly not at the bottom of the totem pole. Most guys find me attractive but soon discover I’m also a bit strange. My strange collections such as memento mori photographs tend to turn guys off. So yes, guys love to stare at my 36d breasts and admire my ass but that is about as far as it goes. Needless to say, I am a bit sexually frustrated. My vibrator can only do so much!
It’s been 2 years since I’ve had sex and it was a one time thing with a guy I met at a party. We were both drunk, it was painful and not overly pleasant. You would think that experience would put me off sex but you would be guessing wrong. All it has done is make me want it more. I fucking crave it. It’s been me and my porn videos, until last weekend.
Call me odd, but I’ve always had a strange attraction to my father. I’ve always thought he was handsome but at the same time I had never thought of him in a sexual manner.
On Saturday I went downstairs to get some breakfast, noticed my parents weren’t at home.

“Mom? Dad?”

Neither answered so I peeked out the window and both of their vehicles were gone. I wasn’t sure where either of them went, there wasn’t a note up on the fridge, but I didn’t care much since I had the house to myself. A smirk came across my face, realizing it was the perfect time to go through my parents room to find my Christmas gifts. Normally I didn’t bother searching them out but I’ve been wanting the new iPhone and I’m unsure if she has been hinting at me or toying with me. It was time to find out.
The door creaked as it opened, their room was so neatly organized, unlike mine. First thought in my mind was, check the dresser drawers. I gently pulled clothes out and set them aside as I went through each drawer before placing them back exactly where I found them. Nothing there but a set of keys.

“Probably in the closet then.”

The door was stuck but with a lot of effort I was able to pull it open. There were mainly clothes hung up in there but also several boxes. I pushed things around, lifting items and moving them. Not a single present in there.

“Fuck. Where the hell could she have put it?”

Then I noticed a chest in the corner of the closet. A fairly large wooden box that I’d never seen before and it had a lock on it.

“Shit, so much for that.”

I sat on the floor trying to come up with other possible spots she may have hidden it but then I remembered the keys in the dresser.