This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual persons or places is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. This story was commissioned by a fan.
Brian shut the front door and sighed, another long day at the office. His job certainly kept him busy, but the money was worth it. On a single parents income he was able to send his daughter to a great school and afford a nice house in a safe neighborhood. His job took up most of his time, and any free time he had left was devoted to his daughter. Brian hadn't had a date in 5 years.
Brian loved his daughter but she was a handful. She was the definition of a daddy's girl, always asking him to do everything for her. It was seriously impacting Brian's love life, but he didn't have the heart to tell her she needed to be more independent. She was his little girl and he'd do anything for her.
Brian dropped his bag and walked down the hallway. He could hear music coming from the home gym so he peeked his head inside. As he peered around the doorframe he saw his daughter, Lindsay, exercising. She was squatting while thrusting a medicine ball above her head. Brian watched as the taut 18 year old flexed her muscles in front of him, looking at her in a way no father should ever look at his daughter.
Lindsay worked out daily. She had a flat toned stomach, muscular arms and legs, and a thick, firm ass. She fancied herself a fitness influencer and had a respectable online following. It certainly helped that she was pretty. Short with light skin with hazel eyes, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Hey dad," Lindsay said as she spotted him.
"Hey hun."
"How was work?"
"Busy, as usual. How was your day?" Brian asked as he watched her ass moving up and down in her tight spandex pants.
"Great, I'm just finishing up," she replied as she stood up and dropped the medicine ball to the floor, "Whew... I gotta shower. Can you wash these clothes for me?"
"Yea sure hun, I'll throw them in the wash now."
Lindsay reached down and hooked a finger into the ankle of her right sock. She stripped it off and repeated the same with her left. Brian watched as she exposed her bare feet, perfectly manicured and petite. She slid her pants down her legs showing off her little pink thong between her sculpted ass cheeks. She then turned away from Brian and pulled her sports bra over her head. She covered her breasts with her arm as she turned back to Brian and walked past him. She paused next to him and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek saying, "thanks daddy," then headed off to the bathroom.
Lindsay had always been very free and open with her body, and Brian encouraged her to do whatever made her the most comfortable. Oftentimes she'd walk around the house wearing nothing but panties and a tank top. It drove Brian wild. He knew he shouldn't look at her the way he did, she was his daughter and just expressing herself. But her tight young body was his obsession and fueled all of his masturbation sessions. Brian didn't know if she noticed the way he looked at her body, he was always stealing glances anytime she exposed herself. But she never said anything or attempted to cover up so he didn't stop looking.
Brian picked up the clothes and looked down as he felt the fabric of her sock, it was damp and full of her sweat. Cute little blue ankle socks she often wore while working out, they were some of his favorites. He often masturbated with Lindsay's socks and tights, his love for feet and legs outweighing his fatherly instincts. He brought Lindsay's socks to his face, breathed in her sour scent and groaned.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
The words sent shivers down Brian's spine. He opened his eyes to see his daughter standing in the doorway staring at him, still topless and covering her breasts.
"Lindsay! Shit, I'm sorry I was just uhh.." Brian stammered as he dropped the clothes.
"Smelling my socks?"
"No, no! I was just going to wash them," Brian panicked.
"I had no idea you liked feet, dad. But I guess that explains all my missing socks," Lindsay replied with a smirk.
"Lindsay, I'm sorry. I'm... I'm just so embarrassed."
"It's ok dad, it's good to know," she said with a chuckle, "I forgot to ask, can I have 50 bucks?"
"Uhh, yea sure hun just grab it from my wallet."
"Thanks dad," She said cheerily as she left the room.
Brian was confused. She wasn't mad or disgusted at him like he expected. And what did she mean with that little comment? He picked up the laundry and went to load the washer as his mind raced. Brian started a wash and went to the living and sat on the couch. He held his head in his hands and sighed. A tapping on his shoulder startled him and he looked up to see Lindsay standing over him wearing a loose crop top and her panties.
"Oh, did you shower already? Brian asked as he tried not to glare up her shirt at her underboob.
"Not yet. I checked your wallet and there's only a twenty in it. Why don't you just give me your credit card?"
"Uh, I don't think so hun. What do you need to buy?"
"Just some stuff. Come on, let me use it," She pouted.
"No Lindsay. Not after your little spending spree last time i gave it to you."
Lindsay huffed and sat down on the couch perpendicular to Brian and put her feet up on the table in front of him. Her toes immediately caught Brian's glare as she wiggled them. He looked up at her and she had an evil smile on her face. She picked her right foot up and rested it on Brian's knee.
"What are you doing?" Brian asked with a confused look.