Deniz is a 34 year old man raising a daughter on his own. His wife died many years ago and he was completely over it. In fact, he didn't even miss her but he feigned it for his daughter on occasions. He hated his wife and everything that she was. The only thing he had to be thankful for from his dead-wife was the beautiful daughter she had given him. It was true that his daughter's looks were turning into his wife's but that wasn't a bad thing -- she had been a knock out. She had blonde hair, green eyes, flawless skin, full lips, curves in all the right places, and now Amelia was becoming a spitting image of her mother.
Amelia just 18 turned years old and was almost finished attending a private school that Deniz had thought was the best out there. Public schools were okay, but there were too many distractions and he wanted his baby girl to have the best education possible. It was also an all-girl school, because boys were too much of a distraction to the female teenage mind nowadays. Having Amelia attend this school was proving to be the best choice he had made in a long time.
The days were long when Amelia was away at school. Deniz didn't work because he didn't have to. He spent his days buying things to make his and his daughter's life better. He didn't date because he didn't really care for it, but he did sleep with many woman when staring at his daughter's sexy school uniform became too much to handle, which is an up and down side of having her attend the private school. He wanted to see her everyday in this uniform, but it was torture knowing he couldn't touch her and have her the way he fantasized about. He didn't care that he was her father. He didn't chastise himself for thinking such nasty thoughts about her. He was a man, and she was becoming a woman -- they each have needs and God knows Deniz has to have his needs fulfilled quickly...
Deniz came home one afternoon from shopping for groceries. He saw Amelia's convertible in the driveway and became excited -- not just that he missed company during the day, but he grew stiff, hoping to catch her still in her uniform. He grabbed the groceries from the back of his truck and set them inside the mudroom before he took off his shoes. He glanced up as he was just about to grab the groceries when he saw Amelia standing at fridge; the door was open and she was bent low at the waist, still in her school uniform. If it was possible, Deniz felt his cock grow even harder at the site of her bare thighs and breasts threatening to break free of her blouse. He ignored the urge to rub himself, fearing he would explode right then and there.
Amelia didn't noticed Deniz walk silently into the kitchen. She had on her headphones and Deniz could hear the beat of the music she was listening to. Her hips swayed back and forth and she hummed along to the words he couldn't hear. Deniz liked the days when Amelia didn't bother to change out of her uniform before having her after-school snack. It was a tradition that had been going on ever since she started school. The only thing that changed was what she ate when she came home. There wasn't much in the fridge to choose from, so she was standing there debating on what to have.
Deniz set the bags of groceries on the counter and leaned against it. He watched Amelia's thighs spread apart and wished that her skirt would rise just a little bit higher -- but it didn't. Amelia's hand came behind her and scratched an itch on the back of her thigh. She let it rest there for a moment, and Deniz dropped his jaw when he saw his daughter's hand slide to the front, under her skirt. She moaned softly. Deniz slipped away from the counter and tugged his little girl away from the fridge and closed it. Amelia let out a yelp of surprise, but her expression softened when she saw it was her father and then quickly changed to embarassment. She started to stutter an apology but Deniz put a finger to her lips, shutting her up instantly.
"How was school, baby girl?"
Deniz didn't move from the position he put himself in; he had Amelia pressed up against the counter next to the fridge and his body was mere inches from her's.
"It was fine, dad." She looked over his shoulder and saw the bags of groceries. "Did you get anything good?" Amelia started to pull away, but Deniz stood his ground and blocked any where she tried to go. She smiled a little, "Come on, dad, I'm hungry."
Deniz looked down at his daughter's chest. Her nipples were poking through the lace material of her bra and pointing out the front of her blouse. "Yeah baby, so am I... but I don't want food." He pressed himself against her, making sure she felt how hard she made him. He ground himself lightly against her. They moaned in unison. Deniz started to unbutton Amelia's blouse to expose her white lace bra. It seemed even whiter against the deep tan of her skin. He leaned down and kissed her for the first time. "Turn around," he whispered with authority. Amelia obeyed.
The clasp of Amelia's bra came undone very easily, and the straps slid down her arms. The bra fell to the floor with a thud. Deniz kicked it away. He looked at the skin stretched over Amelia's bones. In all honesty, Deniz had a thing for backs. He loved the look of a female back -- it seemed so delicate but it's stronger than it looks. Amelia's was filled with muscles most females didn't know they even had -- that she also got from her mother, being very active. Deniz kissed Amelia's shoulder, trailing up her neck to her ear while his hands ran themselves up and down her arms before sliding to her breasts. He was gentle; for now. His tongue traced the ridges and valleys of her ear and his teeth nibbled on her cute earlobe. Amelia closed her eyes and moaned, Deniz smiled.
