Hearing him sigh made her feel a little sad. “I don’t know. She has some strong feelings for me, sweetheart. Very strong feelings. And while I adore her in return, there are moments, even when we’re being intimate… um…” Seeing him trail off and blush almost made her giggle, until she realised what he was admitting.
“You see Christine, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s discomforting. Caroline is aware, of course. The last thing I want to do is break her heart, which is why, now that it’s over between Christine and I, she’s keeping some distance between us. She doesn’t particularly want to go dating again, but I think she’ll end up doing it so she stops viewing me as a potential partner.” With another sigh, he stood up and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll leave you to study, sweetheart. I’ll give you a shout in an hour, so you have time to get ready.”
Her father had to shout more than once, involved with her studying as she was. Thankfully, her siblings left the bathroom empty for her. Having been horny all day, she needed to rub one out first. She generally left such matters for the bedroom, but the detachable shower head came in use for a few minutes, the orgasm leaving her rather weak at the knees for a couple of minutes. Washing was followed by shaving all the important bits – armpits, legs, pussy – before she returned to her room.
Lacey black bra and panties. Thigh highs with garter and suspenders. Little black dress that showed of a generous dose of cleavage. Black three-inch heels. Necklace with pendant. Faint make-up, colour on her cheeks, red lipstick. She did her hair, making sure it was nice and straight. Looking in the mirror, her only thought was that she looked hot, and would look wonderful on her father’s arm for the evening.
Walking downstairs, her father simply gazed at her with adoration when she appeared. He was wearing trousers, a pressed shirt, tie and jacket. He looked fit as a fiddle. Walking towards him, she was still a few inches shorter, resting her hands on his shoulders. “How do I look?” she asked softly.
“Not sure what to say except utterly, breathtakingly beautiful.”
Feeling herself smile broadly, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy. You scrub up nicely too.” Inhaling his scent, she added, “Oooh, is that a new cologne?”
“Caroline likes it on me. Different to what your mother liked, at least.”
“Well, it has my seal of approval too.”
Her favourite restaurant wasn’t what most would expect, being a steakhouse. But it was a fancy steakhouse, so that’s why she’d dolled herself up. Her little sister looked gorgeous in her dress too, remaining utterly precocious and adorable even at fourteen years old. The entire family was waiting to meet her. Thankfully, they didn’t have piles of presents, her father ensuring that, at most, she’d get a little cash, some gift cards, and some jewellery.
The food was fantastic as always. Ordering a drink was a rite of passage as always, the server asking for ID when she ordered a scotch and coke. Her father looked at her in surprise, raising his own bourbon and coke. “My daughter has good taste,” he said.
They remained until close to closing time. She’d enjoyed a couple of drinks by then so was feeling a little tipsy. She had only had alcohol perhaps two or three times in her life, so it was little surprise it went to her head. She hugged everyone before they left, whispering to Caroline she should come visit her father soon. “He misses you more than he’d admit,” she giggled.
“I miss him too. But it’s for the best, Lottie. He needs to heal properly first.”
Kissing her cheek, she hugged her auntie tightly. “Thank you for being there for him.”
“I love him, Lottie. I have for a long time.”
“Wish you were our mother sometimes,” she whispered.
“And I’d be proud to call you my daughter.”
Tears followed, of course. Charlotte just put it down to the alcohol. Her father noticed they were crying, wandering over to cuddle them both, before leading her towards the car. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she smiled when seeing the pair sharing a passionate embrace before parting, her father smiling as he slid behind the wheel.
“Yeah, she’s a wonderful woman,” he said as he started driving, “Just like my daughter. Not forgetting you three troublemakers back there, of course.”
Reaching across to take his hand, he linked their fingers together. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Is Caroline coming around?”
“She’s coming to stay on Friday night.”
Arriving at home, no surprise her father sent the other three straight to bed as it was rather late. He headed to the drink’s cabinet, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He offered her a drink, which she declined, suggesting she’d head upstairs. Hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek, he wished her a happy birthday again.
Inside her bedroom, she took off the little dress, looking at herself in the mirror in her bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. Sliding a hand into her panties, she gasped as her fingers touched her intimate parts, no surprise she was wet as well. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked back into the hallway, checking her siblings were getting ready for bed, before she walked back downstairs.
Her father was sat on the couch, the room only illuminated by a lamp on the small table next to the couch. He’d taken off his tie, the top couple of buttons on is shirt undone, having slid off his leather shoes. “Daddy,” she whispered, forcing her hands to her side so he could see her properly.
He slowly turned in her direction, his jaw dropping immediately as he wouldn’t have seen her dressed in such a provocative manner before. “Lottie? Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“Do you think I’m beautiful, Daddy?”
Rising to his feet, he walked towards her, ensuring he smiled. “I’ve always thought my little girl was beautiful.” He stopped a pace or two away from her. “Never seen you like this, of course.”
“I dressed like this for you, Daddy,” she admitted, “I want to be beautiful for you.”
Her heart was pounding as she confessed at least part of how she felt for him. To her relief, he smiled down at her as he pulled her close. Wrapping her arms around his broad frame, she felt his fingers caressing her back. “Sweetheart…. You’re gorgeous. I’m flattered. But you’re also my daughter.”
“I just thought… Am I reminder of Christine?”
“God no, you’re nothing like her, at least in regard to your heart.” Lifting her chin with his finger, he smiled before kissing her forehead. “I’m not going to tell you how you feel. What I do know is that you’ve had a few drinks and perhaps… I don’t want you to wake up feeling silly or regretful, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I hope you had a nice birthday.”
“I loved it. One of the best!”
Heading back upstairs, she closed her door and leaned back against it. At least her father hadn’t been horrified. She’d seen a look in his eyes that he approved of what he saw. Feeling her heart still beating rapidly, she did wonder… No, no, it would never happen. He was her daddy. He’d never see her as anything more than his daughter. Still his little girl, even though she was eighteen.
Lying back on her bed, she pulled the dildo from the bottom drawer from the small chest next to her bed, sliding off her panties and taking off her bra. She teased herself first, twisting and pulling at her nipples, large enough that she could suck and lick them herself. Running a hand down her body towards her pussy, she wasn’t surprised to find she was soaking wet, picking up her panties, giggling at the thought she could almost wring the moisture from them.
Sliding the toy inside her, she moaned, “Daddy,” more than once. She loved her father as the man he was, but she wanted much more than that from him now. And having him confirm that things with Caroline were not serious, maybe, just maybe, she could somehow convince him that it would be okay to be with her too? She knew it was wrong, legally and apparently morally, but if she could seduce him instead, maybe that would help bring him around.
She knew it would take time to convince him, though. If he could ever be convinced. She might end up hurting herself. Hurting everyone if it went wrong. She could end up in therapy. Or he might throw her out of the house. She didn’t think the latter would actually happen, but she knew what she wanted would be considered weird and wrong. Then again, she’d read enough erotica to know that it was either something a lot of people thought about or happened more than people cared to admit.
“Daddy,” she moaned again, thrusting the toy faster and deeper into her pussy. She knew just the angle to slide it inside her, and fondling her clit at the same time, the first orgasm ripped through her body, having to quell her screamed by biting her bottom lip so hard, she almost tasted blood.