Daughter and Dad

This started out as the first of a four-part storyline that I wrote some time ago. I’ve complied it here as a stand-alone story. Consider it as a tease, or a trailer, until the original is fully edited and ready for publishing.
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Daughter and Dad

His daughter Anita was all Jim had left of a 20 year marriage that ended abruptly when his wife walked out and was never returned again. She had disappeared when Anita was 12. The memories of her mother were fading from Anita’s memories. Jim had been devastated. His life had become eat, sleep, and work. Although he managed to take care of his daughter’s basic needs, he wasn’t much of a father for the first 4 years, resulting in Anita almost bringing herself up. Now that she was 18 (almost 19), she was a very independent young lady, but she still adored her Dad, despite his inattention until she was 16.


Even after almost 7 years, Jim had never found a special someone, mostly because he just didn’t have the will to look. At 40 years old, he was still jaded about the subject of dating. If it hadn’t been for Anita, he’d probably not bothered with a lot of things, including his work as a design technologist in the residential building field. The job paid the bills, but gave him no real personal satisfaction. In fact, except for Anita, nothing did.


Anita had inherited her father’s artistic eye, and was pursuing a career in portrait photography while she attended a fine arts college. Photography was a tough field to break into, but the rewards seemed to be worth the work, in her mind.


There had been some men in her life, but Anita found that most of them wanted one thing, and one thing only. Sex. Like her father, she was more than just a little jaded regarding love and marriage. Like her father, she seemed to pour all her energy into her work and her studies.


Anita wasn’t looking forward to another boring weekend, but resigned herself to that fate. She had to admit that while living with her Dad was comfortable, it had its drawbacks. She found herself feeling horny but with no relief. Sure, she could use her fingers, and often did, but the fantasies were so unrealistic. What she needed was a man.


Walking into the house, she called out to her Dad that she was home. She was surprised to hear him answer back.


“Hey, Dad! How come you’re home? Not that I don’t want to see you, but you’re usually working whenever I get home. What gives?”.


“Oh, just thought I’d get out of the shop early today. You know, getting away from it all? I wanted to see my daughter more than anything, so I got home about half an hour ago, and I’ve been waiting patiently. Now that you’re home, I could sure use a hug”.


Anita wrapped her arms around her Dad‘s neck and held him to her for a moment. He returned the hug, but hung on longer than she expected, and she found that she really enjoyed his affection. Normally, that would indicate that all wasn’t quite right with his world, and she could feel the concern for him building inside her.


Still with her arms around his neck, Anita pulled back just enough to look into his eyes as she asked, “Hey, you okay? You don’t usually hug me like that unless something’s wrong. Not that I’m complaining or anything.. You were always the greatest hugger!”.


There was a momentary lull as Anita studied her father’s expression again.


“So, what’s up?”, she wanted to know.


“Nothing really, Sweetheart. I guess I’m still wallowing in some more of that self-pity. I mean, here we are, me in a bit of a rut, and you working your butt off trying to get ahead. On top of all that, you’re stuck babysitting a broken-down, old has-been of a father. Your mother got smart and left! As a father, I haven’t done a very good job, so far. I sometimes wonder how long before you follow in your mother’s footsteps? Shit, there’s really nothing to keep you here, is there?”, Jim explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts.


“Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted for anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I hang around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”.


Jim gazed into his daughter’s eyes and realized how much he loved her. She put up with his moods, his tendency to stay by himself, but she was always there when he needed to be with someone, especially when the loneliness overwhelmed him. He kissed her softly on the forehead, then as was his custom, again on the tip of her nose. She kissed him on the lips, and not just a henpeck kiss. He could feel the passion.


“Umm, let’s not get carried away here, okay? I mean, that’s not the way a father and daughter are supposed to kiss, is it?”, Jim reacted.


“Sorry, Dad. I don’t know what came over me, but you looked like you needed a kiss. I know I did”, she explained. Then she let her arms fall free of his neck, but she wasn’t too keen on him letting her go. When he did, she excused herself and went up the stairs to her room.


As Anita lay on her bed thinking, the same questions kept running through her mind. If she could find a man like her Dad, she’d marry him in a heartbeat. But such a man didn’t seem to exist. She stared at the ceiling, deep in thought, and absentmindedly began rubbing her breast. The sensations on her nipple were so very pleasant, and as they became more erect, she began to feel that wetness between her legs. Oh God, she was beginning to feel horny, yet her current lifestyle precluded that she have a man available. Well, at least, not one that she could truly love. So for now, it would be another evening masturbating, while fantasizing that she was with someone just like her Dad.


Her Dad? It hit her like a ton of bricks. More and more, her fantasies were about being with a man that was just like her Dad! In fact, all that was missing was her vision of his face! The discovery that she was fantasizing about having sex with her Dad both repulsed her and intrigued her. Why not, she thought. After all, he probably had the same needs as she did, and she was beginning to understand what, and how strong they were becoming! As Anita slid her hand inside her panties, she began to rub her clit. The idea of her Dad as her lover seemed more and more appealing.


But did he want her? Could he want her? The more she pondered that in her mind, the more she wanted a definitive answer. As hard as it was for her to wrap her head around the facts, she wanted him!

Jim wasn’t a bad looking man for being almost 40. Sure he had a couple extra pounds around the middle, and some of the hair was beginning to thin. He kept himself well-groomed most of the time. He even trimmed the beard every other day, even though he had first grown it so that he wouldn’t have to scrape his face with a razor every morning.


Anita was not bad looking herself. Her breasts had filled out to be quite full, but there was no hint of sagging. It took a 38D bra to contain them, but she was happy with her body. Like her Dad, she had acquired a few extra pounds, but it had distributed itself to most of the right places. Her tummy could use some slimming maybe, but the curve of her hips made it seem like it was supposed to be that shape. Even at 5′-6″ and 130 pounds, she wasn’t uncomfortable with her size. Now if she could only get her Dad to acknowledge that his daughter was a good-looking woman . . . .


Her mind drifted back to her fantasy. In this one, though, her lover had a face, which was new. She could clearly visualize that it was her Dad that was touching her, feeling her, pleasuring her, and loving her. The lewd thoughts raced through her head, and she felt the beginning of her climax. Her breathing was now faster, shallower, and more ragged. She could sense her muscles tightening in anticipation. Slipping her finger up her vagina, she lightly rubbed the ridges inside her love canal, exciting her G-spot. She kept the pressure of her palm tight on her clit and stroked her pussy faster, deeper, and with more sideways movement. The vision in her head was her Dad with his finger inside her most private place, and she imagined him kissing her lips, her breasts, and her nipples. She felt the walls of her cunt flutter as they tried in vain to draw Jim’s imagined phallus deeper inside. As her orgasm overtook her, it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming, “Daddy!”.


Anita enjoyed reaching a climax, but it was never completely satisfying. This one, however, was more than she could ever remember experiencing before in her life. The trembling of her body seemed to almost paralyse her, and the afterglow felt more like the satisfaction she longed for, but which had eluded her. In that instant, she came to understand that the object of her desire was, in fact, her father!


Jim called that supper was ready, which almost seemed like an intrusion. She called down that she would be there in a minute or two. Slowly her body began to relax. Maybe she hadn’t reached that level of satiation this time, but it was a lot closer than she’d ever come before. Her mind desperately tried to convince the rest of her brain that the only true solution was to make love to Jim, hopefully with his approval, but if not, she’d have to come up with some alternate plan.


As Anita walked up behind her Dad sitting at the table, she wrapped her arm around his chest and squeezed him lovingly. He reacted by placing his own hand over hers and pressing her arm against his chest, but that was all. Anita felt an overwhelming desire to nibble on his earlobe, or maybe run her tongue just inside his ear itself. It took all her willpower to stop herself, but she did settle for a kiss on his lower jawbone.


“Mmm, what was that for, Honey?”, Jim quizzed her.


“What, a girl can’t kiss her Dad once in a while now? I just wanted to let you know that I love you”, she answered.


“I love you too, Sweetheart. Now sit down and I’ll get your dinner for you. Wouldn’t want it to get cold, would you?”, and Jim got up to serve his daughter. Along with quite a few of his traits that Anita had acquired was her love of shellfish, and he appreciated being able to share those meals with her. He had also made garlic bread. Anita usually went through three pieces. Tonight was no exception. On his way back to the table, he reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of crackling rosé wine.