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All characters portrayed in this story are eighteen or older.
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Sierra's hair shimmered in the afternoon sun. The girl was sprawled on a large, white couch, in front of a picture window. Beams of sunlight lit the room, and one of them had limned her in golden light. She was dozing, still in her school uniform.
But she hadn't gone to school, Jeff knew. It was only two in the afternoon.
He wasn't angry. There was little point in going; she had already flunked. She wouldn't be graduating this year with the rest of her class. What was worse, she had failed last year, too. Next year would be her third time attempting senior year... if she even went at all. She'd be nineteen by then. Not unheard of, but still embarrassing.
Moving softly as not to wake her, he lowered his body onto the couch. Gently, he stroked a strand of hair from her forehead.
His poor, dumb daughter.
I love you anyway, sweetie.
She had never gotten good grades, and it was more than that. Simple tasks confused her. Sweet as an angel and beautiful, she had gotten by on charisma and looks until high school. Gym class was her only strong subject, but she had too much tutoring in other subjects to join an after-school sports team.
Singing
, he thought,
that too
. She had a beautiful voice.
He looked down at her.
It was hard not to notice that her body was developing. She was petite still, with a tight, tiny waist. But her thighs and buttocks had thickened. He'd had to go shopping with her for new underwear shortly after her eighteenth birthday. His cock twitched as he thought, guilty, of how she had innocently pulled off her old pair and slipped on the new pair in front of him when they got home. How firm her pale, alabaster white ass had been. She really didn't know...
And her breasts... They had grown from B cups to D cups in the span of a year.
So many bras
, he thought, ruefully. They weren't cheap. And every time he bought one for her, she would unclasp her old one, revealing her naked breasts, and put on the new one, seeking his advice for whether or not it fit.
Her fellow students had noticed her her chest, as well. Snapping her bra, copping feels, and making pointed comments about her sudden growth. 'Milky' became her nickname, and it had stuck around despite the teachers' efforts to quash it.
The teasing had gotten much worse when she failed senior year. She had gone from being fairly popular to having almost no friends. Her mental development just wasn't scaling with the rest of her peers, and it began to show.
He swallowed hard. Her face, with its fine features and long, blonde lashes, was gentle as she slept. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and pushed his lips softly against hers. She stirred, and he knew she woke as he felt the warm press of her mouth against his.
'Hi, daddy.'
'Hey, sweetheart.'
He didn't mention her truancy.
'How's it going, baby girl?' He reached his arms out to her, and she sat up. Rubbing her eyes, she crawled forward, obediently, into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, holding his mouth against hers longer than he should.
'I feel kind sad,' she admitted with a sigh after he pulled away, curling her head against his neck.
'Why's that, angel?' His hand ran over her back, feeling the curves of her body, warm from sleep.
'I'm too stupid to go to school. Everybody says so. The teachers laugh at me and my classmates say mean things.' Her eyes filled with tears.
'Now, honey, that's not true,' he lied, 'You almost got a C in English this time.'
She sighed. And then, unusually, she hesitated.
'Um...'
'Go ahead and say it, daddy won't be mad.'
'I don't think I want to go back to school.'
He let out a breath. A feeling stole over him, and he had to admit to himself that it was relief.
'That's okay.'
She looked at him in surprise. 'Really, daddy?'
'Yeah, honey. I know it upsets you to be there, and I hate to see my little girl sad. You don't have to go to school.'
'But... what am I going to do when I grow up?'
The question had plagued him, as well. The world was not a good, safe place for a naive young woman.
Stay with me, where you're safe
. The thought brought about a tinge of anxiety, and guilt stirred inside of him.
He knew the feelings he had about his daughter weren't normal. He loved her, wanted to protect her, and... When he stroked himself off, he caught himself thinking of soft, pale girls with long blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Girls who looked up at him with love and obedience in there eyes. Girls who spread their legs at his command and said 'thank you, daddy,' when he lowered himself into them...
His cock twitched again. No... it was wrong to think about Sierra that way. But-
'Can I stay with you, daddy?' she asked, derailing his thoughts.
A beat passed, and then he said 'Of course!,' hearing the eagerness in his own voice. 'I want you to stay with me forever.'
She looked up at him, her eyes full of joy.
'Thank you!' She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, 'I was so scared you'd say no!'
'I could never say no to you, baby,' he said, swallowing hard and willing his cock to settle down as it hardened between his legs. She would surely feel it, pressed up against her mound, even through her skirt and panties.
She kissed him. It was probably meant to be a light kiss, a kiss of affection and gratitude, but his hands went to her shoulders and held her there. Gently, firmly, he lowered her down onto the couch so that his body was above hers. His heart was beating furiously. She didn't resist.
He had been grooming her, he admitted to himself. Letting his kisses linger longer and longer, gently stroking her lower back while he held her body to his. Asking her to sit in his lap and holding her there for hours, no matter how inappropriate it was at her age. Now, it was normal. She didn't question it. Her lips parted easily.
His heart slamming in his chest, he slipped his tongue into his daughter's mouth, dipping in and retracting ever so gently. Did her breathing pause for just a moment, or was it his imagination? But she didn't draw away... He pushed his tongue in further. Hesitantly, her own met his. He could feel her soft, full lips on his as he started to plumb her mouth.
'Good girl...' he moaned, as he pulled back to breathe.
'Daddy?,' asked Sierra, softly.
'Yes, darling?' His hands were roaming now, feeling the heat of her body through the crisp cotton of her uniform, the warm curve of her belly, the juxtaposition of the material of her skirt and the soft, buoyant warmth of her thighs.
'What are you doing?'