These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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The dinner table was an awkward place to be these days. I ate silently on one end while my wife chatted jovially with our 20 year old son, Chris to my right, and tried to engage my 18 year old daughter, Leah in the same conversations from her spot on my left. Mostly, Leah stared at her plate and moved her food around, actually eating very little. That's how it'd been for about a week. Six days, to be exact. Six dinners had come and gone since I'd thrown myself at her and she'd told me to stop.
Let me back up. About four months ago, I came home early from a business trip. Leah's car was gone, but I could tell Chris and my wife were home. What I didn't expect though, was to find my wife in Chris's room, riding his cock. It was... confusing. I was angry. I was hurt. I was so turned on that when Chris suggested I stick my own cock in his mother's mouth, I shot off in my pants.
As penance for her secrets, or probably more for selfish reasons, my wife planted seeds of suggestion in my head about me and Leah. She knew about her mom and brother and hadn't seemed too upset about it so maybe she'd want to have the same sort of arrangement with me.
I'd been reluctant, but I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't also interested. Especially when my wife started laying it on thick by calling me Daddy in bed and saying things like, 'wouldn't you love to suck on those tits?' Right after Leah would walk out of a room. Or she'd lean in and whisper, 'I bet she has the tightest little cunt you'll ever fuck,' when it was my daughter's turn at bat for her high school softball team.
It all built up until one night, Leah and I had the house to ourselves. I joined her in the den where she was watching tv and texting on her phone. I sat next to her innocently touching her leg or her arm to start out. When she didn't seem to mind I leaned over and nuzzled her neck, planting soft kisses at the side of her throat.
"What are you doing, Dad?" She'd asked.
My only answer had been pressing my mouth to hers and grabbing a handful of her tit. She kissed me back. For a few seconds, her tongue licked at mine and my cock was begging for her attention. But she'd pulled away saying 'Please stop' and 'I don't want to do this.' Then she'd run from the room.
She'd spent a lot of time away from the house after that, but my wife had rules about dinner that forced her to attend. Still, she wasn't participating and most worrisome, she wasn't eating.
She made herself scarce as soon as everyone else was done eating and my wife got busy cleaning up.
I found her in her room, kneeling on the floor by her closet, folding some clothes.
"Hey," I said, crossing the room and sitting on the floor near her.
She eyed me wearily. "Hey."
"Did you have lunch today?"
She shrugged. "I shared a salad with Kim."
Her best friend. I knew she didn't eat breakfast before running out the door this morning and I was at dinner the night before when she'd disturbed the spaghetti on her plate without actually eating any.
I sighed. "Lee. I'm so sorry."
Her eyes filled up with tears and she shook her head. "Please don't."
"Don't apologize?" When she didn't elaborate I asked, "Why?"
"I'm not mad at you. You don't have to be sorry."
"Clearly, it upset you, sweetheart. I'm sorry because I hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me."
"What?"
"Why did you do it?"
It was my turn to shrug. "I..." I cleared my throat. "I think part of me wanted to know what it was like. Your mother has been teasing me with the idea of you for months."
"So is that what you want then? To satisfy your curiosity?"
I raised my eyebrows. The conversation was going in a completely different direction than I thought it would. Why wasn't she spitting words like pervert in my face?
