NEW STORY TITLE: Truth or Dare With Daddy (Incest/Taboo Sexx)
Daddy and daughter play truth or dare.
– Hello! No warnings this time. This one is as tame as I get. Thanks for reading. Please comment and enjoy. –
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“Daddy!”
My daughter dove into my arms. I stumbled back and nearly tripped over the porch steps. It felt good to have her in my arms again after so long. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
“Brandy!” her mother hissed. “Don’t hug him like that!”
My daughter let go and stepped back, rolling her eyes for only me to see. I was taking her in. I don’t know when she got so tall. She must’ve been 5’6″. I was sure she was under 5′ the last time I saw her. She really sprouted these last three years. She had filled out a little too, with a tiny waist and wide hips. Her breasts had grown as well, and her butt was a broken heart waiting to happen.
“Hello, Sam,” I said to her mother.
“It’s Samantha to you, Charles.”
“Charles, a word?” Her scumbag brother stepped toward me. I don’t know why this guy felt the need to escort my ex-wife and daughter here, let alone while wearing his police uniform. Probably trying to intimidate me.
“Gonna arrest me again, Henry?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” I said. “I know you don’t bother with things like evidence or probable cause.”
Henry beckoned me over until we were out of earshot of Samantha and Brandy. Brandy looked annoyed as her mother whispered things in her ear.
“I’m here to make something clear to you,” Henry said.
“Henry, don’t start.”
“Shut up and listen,” he snapped. “Brandy doesn’t believe you’re a sick fuck. But you and I know better, don’t we?”
“You don’t know shit, Henry. You lied in court to get your sister that restraining order, and you kept me away from my daughter for three years.”
“And if she wasn’t 18, I’d still be keeping you away from her, but if she wants to spend her last summer before college with you, I can’t stop her.”
“Look, just say what you’re going to say.”
“I’m going to be checking up on her all summer long,” he said, his chin stiff. “And if I find out you’ve touched her, even looked at her the wrong way, I’m going to beat the hell out of you with my nightstick before I bring you in. You get me?”
“Jesus, Henry. Sam has really twisted your mind with all her lies, hasn’t she?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Charles. That’s my niece.”
“I get it. Are you done threatening me?”
He didn’t answer, just clicked his tongue and rested his hand on his nightstick before walking back to Samantha. “I think we’re done here.”
Samantha gave Brandy a hug and then glared at me. “You behave.”
“Jesus Christ, Sam. Give me some credit.”
They drove off and Brandy waved goodbye. I had to keep from giving them the finger. Brandy smiled at me once they were out of sight. “I’ve missed you, Daddy. I mean, Dad. Mom says I shouldn’t call you ‘Daddy’.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Cause it turns you on.”
I palmed my face. “That’s just… call me whatever you want. Your mother is out of her mind, Brandy. I know she told you some things about me, but they’re not true.”
She smirked at me. “Okay, Daddy. Come on, I want to see the house. It’s been forever.”
“You know the way,” I said.
She hurried inside. I picked up her suitcases and followed her heart-shaped ass into the living room.
“Oh my god,” she said, “even the furniture is the same!”
“It’s been three years, Brandy, not 30,” I said, setting the luggage down.
“It’s just like a blast from the past, you know?”
I followed her as she walked around, trying not to look at that ass she had, the way her blue skirt seemed to fall off it and ripple with every step she took. She had a matching blue halter top and blue sandals. I noticed she had painted her fingers and toes baby blue as well. It contrasted sharply against her long red hair, fanning around her shoulders and chest.
In the dining room, she pulled out one of the chairs and sat at it. I chuckled as I stared at her. “Now that’s something I’ve missed.”
“Me too. You were always so fanatical about eating dinner as a family.”
“Still am.”
“And no cell phones at the table?”
“The rule stands.”
“I can follow it,” she said, standing up. “Don’t want to get a spanking.” She winked at me.
I rubbed my face again. I was going to let that one go.
The kitchen was next. She tugged open the refrigerator. “Whoa, I think I left this Chinese food in here three years ago.”
“Brandy…”
She giggled. “Seriously, you need to go shopping.” She pulled out a bottle of wine. “Wine? No brandy?”
“You don’t refrigerate brandy.”
“Oh. Do you have any brandy?”
“Yes. Why?”
She shrugged. “Just curious.” She put the wine back and closed the refrigerator.
I followed her down the hall, but she didn’t go into her room; she went into mine.
“Wow, you still have this giant bed.” She ran and jumped on it, lying on her back with her arms spread apart. My eyes were on her blue skirt, the way it was riding up her thighs. I could’ve seen her panties if I had done something perverted like bend over… but I didn’t.
“You remember my bed?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I used to jump on it all the time.”
I smirked. “Be my guest.”
“Really?” she said, sitting up.
“Sure.”
She kicked off her sandals and climbed to her feet. “I’m gonna do it.”
“Do it,” I said, my eyes darting to her skirt.
“Don’t blame me if I break your box spring. I’m not 60 pounds anymore.”
“I’m not worried about it.”
“Okay, here I go!” She jumped, and as she came down, her skirt came up. I saw a flash of panties: simple white cotton, hugging tight to her crotch, and then they were gone. But up she went again and the skirt with it. My eyes feasted. She was giggling, and then she fell down on the bed. “Mom would kill me if she ever caught me jumping on the bed.”
“I’m not as strict as your mother. Ready to see your room?”
“Yup.” She jumped off the bed and passed me. Her room was right across the hall. “Wow, you left it just like I had it,” she said. It was still painted purple with a purple blanket on the bed, and a desk off to one side that held a small TV. She laughed as she looked at a poster on the wall. “God, I can’t believe I ever liked that band. So embarrassing.” She ripped it right off the wall, crumpled it up, and dropped it into the paper basket. “It’s so purple in here. Did you paint?”
“Not since you made me paint it the first time.”
“So crazy. I was so immature.” She opened the closet. It was empty. I had shipped all her clothes back to her a long time ago. “It’s really weird being back in this room.”
“This room has missed you, and so have I.”
She stepped forward and gave me a hug. Her mother wasn’t there to interrupt us this time, and I held her tight. So she was so warm and soft. It hit me then, I had my baby girl back, at least for the summer.
“I’ve really missed you, Daddy.”
“Me too, kiddo.”
“I’m sorry mom kept me away from you for so long.”
“Not your fault. It’s just how things happened.”
She let go of me and sat down on the bed. “Still, it shouldn’t have happened like that. I told the judge you never touched me or anything.”
“After everything your mother and Henry said, the truth didn’t matter. The judge had already made up his mind.”
She bit her lip and looked down at her bare feet. She was bending her toes against the carpet. “But, like, is some of it true? Like, what Mom said, how you have a fetish for me? And she said you asked her to act like she was your daughter during sex?”
“Okay, look,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, “I really didn’t want to talk about this, but if you want to get it out of the way, here it is. Your mother found out I had looked at some… things online, and so I admitted that, yes, I liked…” I paused, sighing. “I’m trying to phrase this so it’s not weird or gross, because it was blown way out of proportion once. It cost me the last three years with you, and I don’t want it to cost me anything else.”
“Daddy, I’m not worried you’re going to touch me or something. And I get it, I’m not a little kid. I know people are into different sex stuff. There’s lots of porn out there where people pretend to be father and daughter.”
“Okay, I’m going to act like I didn’t hear the porn part, but yes, it’s pretend. That’s it exactly. It’s all pretend, role playing. But your mother got it into her head that it meant I wanted to do something to you, which I didn’t, and don’t, and she used Henry to manipulate that family-court judge into giving her sole custody and refusing me visitation.”
She nodded like she understood. “Okay, but is it true you were spanking me because you liked it? That’s what mom said.”
“No, that’s not true. I was punishing you because you were misbehaving. You remember the rules I had about curfew and how you always broke them.”
“Yeah, but is it true you told her you wish I’d been born a boy because I was a temptation as a girl?”
“Jesus, she said that?” I covered my face.
“Well, is it true?”
“That was out of context. What I meant was that she wouldn’t be worried about me doing anything to you if you were a boy, and that if I wouldn’t touch my son, I wouldn’t touch my daughter either. That’s what I meant.”
“She also said you said you wanted to have sex with me on my 18th birthday.”
“What the fuck. I never said that.”
“Okay, I’m just telling you what she said.”
“Well, your mother is exaggerating or lying or whatever, because she’s trying to scare you away from seeing me, but I am and always will be your father, and I would never do anything to break your trust. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“All right,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’ll get your luggage so you can settle in.”