Whatever You Want

“Taylor?” Christopher called, as he opened the front door. He glanced next to the door where Taylor usually threw down her backpack when she came home from school, despite the repeated attempts he had to get her to bring it to her room. It wasn’t unusual that she wasn’t home yet. A pretty, popular senior in high school, she was rarely home before him anymore.
Chris took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before heading into the kitchen. He tossed his jacket over one of the chairs and opened the refrigerator. Not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot in it, and he shut the door with a sigh. Since his wife died, Chris had a hard time with the domestic end of things. Actually, he had a hard time with most aspects of his life, except bringing money home. Even with Taylor, who he used to have a natural, easy relationship with, things were rocky. They never fought, but that was because they barely spoke.

Better not leave a bad example, Chris thought, picking up his jacket off the chair. He went upstairs to his room and hung it up in the closet. Then he walked into the bathroom off his room, opening the drawer for the toothpaste. “Damn,” he said out loud, remembering that he had run out that morning. He walked down the hall to Taylor’s bathroom, thinking he’d borrow her tube and would run out to replace it after he relaxed for a little while.
He opened the drawer where he knew it normally was, seeing just her pink toothbrush lying there. Chris bent down and looked in the cabinet under the sink. Seeing nothing, he looked in the bottom drawer. He moved Taylor’s pink towels aside, thinking maybe a spare tube was underneath. His hand felt a tube and he pulled it out, smiling. Then he looked down to see what he was really holding. Surprised, he dropped it, and then peered down at the floor to see his daughter’s vibrator lying there. He felt him himself turn red in embarrassment. At the same time, it made him think of his daughter using it and he began to get hard.

Chris gave himself a little shake and splashed a little water on his face. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought. Taylor was his little girl. I really need to find a girlfriend. Or at least a good fuck. Kerry had died 5 years ago now, before Taylor was even in high school. Now Taylor was graduating and planning on college in the fall. Chris knew that even though he didn’t have much of a relationship with his daughter, he would still be lonely when she left. He quickly shoved the vibrator back under the towels and left the bathroom.
Even though he was planning on going to the store after watching a little TV, he no longer felt much of a point. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t wait to watch later and now he felt a little agitated. He quickly walked back down the hall to his room, changed into more comfortable clothes, and ran down the stairs.
Chris left a note for Taylor in the rare event she would be home shortly of where he was headed, and walked out the door.


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About an hour later, Chris pulled back into the driveway. He had decided to try actually grocery shopping for once, instead of just grabbing the staples. He thought that maybe if he made a little effort with Taylor, they could hang out her last summer home before leaving for college.