My daughter Alexandra had never been the most confident or outgoing girl and when her mother died two years ago, instead of growing from the experience, she seemed to regress even further. She didn't really have any friends and never had a boyfriend and I was always concerned for her because she was just about all I had left.
Now 18, she seemed less like a young woman and more like a child, speaking in a squeaky little voice, decorating her room with stuffed animals, wearing bows in her hair and pink clothes and not wearing makeup. Of course she didn't need it, she had her mother's jet black hair and light spattering of freckles. She was small and thin with big beaming eyes that were such a beautiful dark green.
For my own selfish reasons, I didn't mind her regression, she had decided to stay home instead of going to college, had begun calling me daddy again and let me tuck her in and kiss her goodnight. I enjoyed being able to take care of her like this again, so I didn't pressure her to grow up right away if she didn't want to.
Through all this, I only had the very occasional perverted thought that I swore I would never act on, until one night...
We were sitting on the couch watching tv, her laying down with her head in my lap when she asked
"Daddy, should I have a boyfriend?"
I was a little surprised, we never really talked about this kind of thing. "Well sweetie, you don't have to, why?"
"I mean, all the girls at school always talk about boys and..." she blushes and trails off.
"And what?"
"And their... things... and... you know, sex" she says in a hushed voice, clearly embarrassed.
I was red listening to my daughter broach this topic in such an innocent, childish way "Uh, well sweetheart, you don't have to do that kind of thing just because other girls are doing it."
She closes her eyes and whines "But daddy, it sounds like so much fun, and I want to know about sex but I don't know any boys"
Extremely uncomfortable, I really didn't know what to say "Well Allie, I really don't know what help I can be"
She opens her eyes and looks right up at me "you're a boy daddy, we could do...stuff..."
I was shocked, she was still the shy innocent little girl I had come to know, but her newfound boldness and curiosity was forcing me to see her in a sexual light. I knew I shouldn't even be considering it, but it was her idea and I hadn't been in a sexual situation in over two years and on top of everything I was being forced to see just how damn cute she really was in her tall socks and little shorts, and the adorable little pink bow in her hair, like a little present for me to unwrap. But I couldn't "No sweetie, I'm your father, we can't do that kind of thing"
She started to well up and her lip quivered "Why not daddy? I'm not sexy like other girls am I?"
"Of course you're sexy babygirl, it's just wrong for me to see you that way" despite my words, my cock hardening under her head was on the verge of giving me away.
"But why is it wrong daddy?"
I sighed "Because daddys aren't supposed to do that kind of thing with their daughters"
She started to whine again "But daddyyyy! you're the only boy I know, and I want to be like all the other girls at school."