Holly Loves to Handle Her Daddy

Chapter 1

Having a sexual relationship with my step-daughter, Holly, actually works very well. It is expected, as my daughter, that she will go many places with me. And, what we do behind the closed doors of my home…or even a hotel when we are travelling, is presumed to be father/daughter business and not of interest to anyone else. Oh, if they only knew . . .

I am an elder of my church… with a fourteen-year-old daughter/mistress. Looking ahead to today, it does not surprise me when I began to have reason to suspect that there were also others entering Holly’s life. Holly often stays late at school for extracurricular activities, or would ask permission to stay at a girlfriend’s house for a night or a weekend. Then, too, Holly would sometimes bring her classmates home.

Interestingly, I found myself quite aroused by some of her girlfriends who pranced around in minuscule bikinis when swimming in our pool. Despite the very lecherous fantasies in my mind about some of Holly ‘s friends, and my acceptance of Holly ‘s broadening world, I was not quite prepared for the conversation that was about to happen:

I had finished my day’s work as an attorney early, and headed home. When I arrived at the house, I saw a strange bicycle in my driveway. I entered the house and went inside the living room where Holly was sitting on the couch watching TV. Next to her was a boy, a year or two older than Holly, with his arm around her shoulder. When I came in, the boy bolted upright, mumbled something indiscernible, and quickly left the house.

“Hi Holly,” I said, “Who was the Young man?”

“You’re sure home early. That’s Sean, a boy from school.”

“Is he kind of a . . . special boy?”

“No. He’s just a friend.”

“I noticed he had his arm around you.”

“Are you jealous?” Holly asked with a half-smile and a twinkle in her eye.

“Of course I’m jealous,” I said feigning being hurt. “Every father has to lose his daughter to someone sometime…but there’s always a slight tinge of envy…maybe because the boy is so full of youth and I’m not.”

“You’re very young,” piped Holly standing up on the couch and kissing my cheek. As though the conversation was ending, she jumped to the floor and started to leave the room.

“Holly,” I said softly, “Let’s talk a little bit.” Holly stopped in her tracks, and turned towards me. It seemed to me that I detected the slightest trace of fear on her face.

“I’ve gotta do my homework,” she said.

“Sit down while I pour myself a drink.” Holly walked back to the couch and sat as I went to my mirrored bar and poured a little bourbon into a snifter. I walked back to the couch and sat down angling myself towards her.

“Sweetheart…I know we have an unusual father/daughter relationship…and I know it’s necessary for you to have some friends your own age…and I was only kidding when I said I was jealous. But I’m very curious . . . Have you developed a relationship with any boys?”

“You mean like . . . with sex?” Holly asked appearing quite surprised.

“Not necessarily, but I know sex has always been a big part of your life.”

“Absolutely not! No way!” said Holly vehemently. I was surprised at the tenor of her response because she was rarely vehement about anything.

“Holly,” I continued softly, “I like to believe that one thing that we have always had between us . . . was complete truth. I’m not suggesting that you’re not telling me the truth, but I sense there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Daddy, I swear!”

“Alright, I believe you and I won’t question you further. But it will make me very unhappy and disappointed if I ever discover that you didn’t have enough confidence in me to tell me the truth. I’m going to go upstairs to my room and do some work. If you’d like to come upstairs, I’ll be waiting for you.” I took another sip of the bourbon, got up from the couch and headed for the stairs. I had only gotten to the first step when I heard her voice.

“Daddy?” I stopped and turned to face her. She had a very worried look on her face.

“I did let a couple of boys . . . kiss me.”

“Kiss you? That’s all?”

“I swear, that’s all.”

“Did you kiss them back?” Holly hesitated, then lowered her head and spoke very softly. “Yes.”

“Is that all?” I asked, my curiosity increasing.

“That’s all!”

“You’re sure? Please don’t let me find out you’re not being completely truthful with me.”

“Why do you want to know?” she asked, the texture of her speech becoming noticeably lower.

“I’d like to know everything so that there are no secrets between us.”

“Everything?”

“Everything!”

“Well…,” Holly spoke hesitatingly, “I did help one boy . . . kinda . . . jerkoff.”

“Is that all?” I asked again. The look on Holly ‘s face was changing. There was a strange look in her eyes and a new intensity in her face…something was going on in her head. There was a slight tremble in her body as well.

“Yeah,” she replied, her breathing becoming noticeably heavier.

“Did you let him . . . cum in your hand?” I asked. Holly didn’t respond for what seemed like an endless fifteen seconds. She took a deep breath.

“No . . . it was . . . in my . . . mouth,” she admitted. Her response not only surprised me, but I felt my knees, momentarily begin to wobble. Damn it all, though, I felt the beginnings of an erection.

“You went down on him?” I asked, my grip on the banister becoming firmer. I set my drink down on the banister’s landing. I was sure my face revealed nothing.

“Uh huh,” she looked up at me with a strangely erotic look in her eyes.