Dad and his own daughter Deal

“Dad?”

“Huh?” I said, looking up from my plate at my daughter Sarah.

“What’s wrong, you haven’t said anything in a while.”

She was right. We were having dinner together, which was usually the time we caught up and talked about our days, how work and school were, and so on. But tonight I was totally in my head.

“Oh nothing sweetie. Just work stuff.” This was sort of true. I was dreading going to work tomorrow as I knew what was coming. I knew they would be pushing the issue.

I tried to engage. “Anyway, how is your senior year going?”

Sarah chatted away about finishing up high school. At 18, she was excited to be putting away things she associated with being young: High school; living at home; having a curfew; etc. She would soon be heading off to college a few hours north of where we lived.

It was tough letting her go. She was my little girl. I had memories of her entire life that told me she needed my protection and guidance. Scraped knees, recital nerves, mean boyfriends. How could I just send her off to the hardships of the world? And the boys…

I tried to snap back and pay attention to what she was saying, but in my head I was lost in worry about her and about tomorrow.

After dinner, we settled on the couch to hang out and watch a movie. Sarah cuddled close, and put her head on my shoulder. She had always been a daddy’s girl, and since her mother stepped out on us years ago, we had grown incredibly close.

She looked up at me. “I can tell you’re still thinking about work.” She made a little mock frown. “Why don’t we put on one of your favorites.”

“Sure,” I replied. She was so attentive and caring and I guess I should be proud of instilling that in her. “Thanks for looking out for me honey.” I gave her a weak smile back and tried to commit to myself to be more present.

She smiled and got off the couch to search for the DVD. Looking her over, I was reluctant to appreciate what a woman she was turning in to. She was kind, smart, and as much as I hated to admit it, very beautiful. She stood at about 5’6”, with long, blonde, straight hair, light hazel eyes, a slender waist that met a perfectly plump ass. Her breasts stood out as a proud C cup. Through years of high school sports she developed a fit physique but still kept the curves in the right places. Anywhere we went, she attracted a ton of attention from the boys…and the men. She was a lot like her mother in that way.

Her mother…what a horror. I had always shielded Sarah from my anger towards her mother, but when my mind went to her it was sometimes hard to hide. She was a whirlwind in my early life. Sexy, impulsive, brash and ego boosting. She was a beautiful woman who I fell in love with but that just could not be tied down. I guess I am a bit to blame. It’s not like she hid who she was. Eventually, she gave me a beautiful daughter, then vanished to go live her life unencumbered.

“Got it!” Sarah exclaimed, once again pulling me back to the present. I looked over to see her ass high up in the air as she had been searching around the TV console for the old DVD. My dick twitched a bit at the sight of such a delectable ass, but fear and shame quickly flooded me.

“You’re such a nerd,” she said holding up my copy of the Fifth Element. I don’t know what it is, but that movie always brings me joy.

“Oh, come on,” I said in retort, “you know you love it too.”

She snuggled up close to me on the coach. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time.”

As she slid close, I felt the softness of her breast against me and felt the jolt of arousal. I had to get myself under control. My guilt was not only because I shouldn’t be having these kind of thoughts about my daughter, but because of what I feared at the office.

By :robdcruz

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