Daughter and Dad – Part 2

Daughter and Dad – Part 2

Anita woke the next morning in her Dad‘s bed and searched for his body heat. It wasn’t there, and she struggled to wake up. They had slept in a spoon position through the night. On more than one occasion she had been woken by the sensation of his hard cock easing itself between her ass cheeks as he relived their lovemaking in his dreams. By wiggling her ass just the right way, she could move it into her crotch so that his cockhead rested at her entrance. As much as she wanted to take him inside her, she was still exhausted, and felt him soften as she drifted off again. Now he wasn’t even there, and her body insisted she search the house for him.

Throwing her robe over her, she stumbled downstairs. The aroma of fresh coffee led her into the kitchen where her Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, lost in thought. She wrapped an arm across his chest and squeezed him with a “Good morning” hug, but he never moved, never even acknowledged her! Scared at the apparent rejection, she whispered I his ear.

“Morning, Dad. What’re you thinking about? You’re about a million miles away”.

“Hmm? Oh. Morning, Sweetheart. I guess I was kind of lost in my thoughts there, wasn’t I? Just thinking about last night. The confusion is driving me up a wall”.

“Dad, I didn’t mean to confuse you last night. You know that I love you, even more this morning than I did yesterday. So do us both a favour. Talk to me”, Anita begged as she filled her coffee cup, then warmed her Dad‘s coffee.

For the rest of the day, the two of them were a little distant. Jim spent a lot of time just sitting with his head in his hands, while Anita was torn between giving her father time to think and the desire to hold him. The strain played havoc with her mind and her heart. Had she overstepped a boundary, and possibly sabotaged their relationship? Would her father ultimately reject her growing love for him? To say that she was scared would be an understatement.

By late afternoon, the tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. Anita’s fears grew by the minute. She had to do something — anything — to break her Dad‘s silence before she went crazy! She found no inner peace in her deliberations. All she could do was wait. Her immediate solution was to find something to do that would take her mind off the strain.

“Dad, how about I make dinner tonight?”, she volunteered. “If you can stand leftovers, I’ll reheat some of that chowder, and do the garlic bread. Your Seashore Surprise always seems to taste better after it’s reheated anyway”.

“Umm? Oh . . . yeah . . . okay, Sweetheart, whatever you say. I’m kinda lost in thought tonight anyway. Probably better that you cook than me. I’m liable to lose track and burn the place down if I get into the kitchen”.

Jim’s lack of focus was the last straw for his daughter. Either they got this out in the open and resolved, or her poor heart felt like it would shatter.

“Dammit, Dad! You’ve been moping around in a fog all goddamned day, and it’s tearing me apart! So, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got it all sorted out or not! We’re gonna talk, and we’re gonna talk now! Not only that, but we’re gonna keep talking until my father, my Dad, and my best friend all come back to me! Got it?”, Anita almost yelled at him at the top of her lungs. She crouched down beside him, looking up at his face, and saw the worry and fear in his eyes. The helpless feelings inside her made her want to wrap her arms around him in comfort, and maybe reassurance.

Jim looked down at his daughter and her concerned look slashed through his heart like a razor. He had been selfish in his solitude all day, and now the resultant guilt drew him out of himself. His daughter needed him, and he couldn’t deny her any more. She’d hung in there for four years while he wallowed in self-pity. Enough was enough!
Reaching down to her, he extended his hands, palms up. She responded by placing hers in his, but remained in her crouched position.

“Honey, I’m not exactly sure what happened between us last night, but I’m scared”, Jim started off. “I’m getting used to being a Dad, and I’ve never been happier in my life because of it. What we shared when we made love is more amazing and beautiful than anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. I’ve been tossed aside once in my life, and I’ve promised myself that it’ll never happen again. So yeah, I’m scared. To have your mother walk away was devastating. To go through it again with you would kill me — literally, with any luck. I’m not sure if I can risk that much any more”.

Anita took a few moments to digest what her Dad had just said. She could understand his fears. Hell, she’d gone through similar inner conflicts herself. Maybe she had the same concerns about being deserted as her Dad. But he held out a promise of happiness for her, whether he knew it or not. Now she had to convince him that he would always be her Dad — and more.

“James Ryan, I’m going to say this once, and once only!”. Like her Dad, Anita rarely used second names, with this being the first time in her life that she had addressed him that way. But desperate times required desperate measures. Right now, she felt desperate. “My name’s Anita Lorraine, not Megan Dianne! She might have left you . . . us . . . but I’m not going anywhere! I’ve had all fucking day with that realization pounding in my head! Maybe where we’re going is a little unorthodox . . . okay, a lot unorthodox . . . but I’m quite prepared to stand beside you! Meet someone, and fall in love? Already have! Got a mirror? You’ll see him staring back at you! Get married? Shit, my experiences with marriage are no hell! My mother married my Dad, and where the fuck is she now? Goddamned if I can tell you! My point is, I need you to always be my Dad. But after last night, I need you as a lover, as well! If you think I’m gonna give that up without a fight, your shorts are too tight!”, she answered in her most authoritative voice.

It took Jim a couple of minutes to absorb what his daughter had said, and a few more for it to sink in. Finally, after over five minutes of concentrated thinking, Jim broke his silence.

“Anita, we’re taking a huge step – make that a leap – here. After having made love together, you’re a hard habit to break.

Anita raised herself up and kissed her Dad’s neck just below his ear. She’d desperately searched her mind for over two years, trying to define the perfect man. One that she could love and be loved by, that she could open up to and share her innermost secrets with, and share the same things about him.. For years, she’d been looking for someone just like her Dad, and every one of them had come up short! So why would she settle for second-best when the man she really wanted was right here in front of her?

“Dad, I’ve had almost three years to decide”, she softly whispered in his ear.