Brittany stared out her bedroom window looking down at the empty snow-covered driveway, her face lighted with a soft smile. Mom had left hours earlier on a trip to Aunt Jane's, three months after her last visit instead of the usual five or six. Mom said Aunt Jane wanted to try laying off the booze, so she would go there to give moral support and help fix some of her sister's long-neglected house. Mom expected to be gone about a week.
That thought made Brittany's heart race, to at last make up for lost time with Daddy. She missed them having their hands and mouths all over each other. She missed having his cock in her, fucking his little girl every way he could.
Before Mom's last trip, Daddy had come home early after a power failure and caught Brittany masturbating in her room. Exasperated, he pulled his nineteen-year-old daughter from the bed without giving her chance to dress. Stodgy, but not as uptight as his wife, Dad ranted about Brittany's bikini trim and how what she'd been doing might turn her into a whore or, worse, a lesbian.
Brittany mocked the old-wives' tale, reminding also that many girls nowadays trim their pubic hair. Daddy argued his little girl is too young to indulge things reserved for adult women, but he couldn't deny the increased bulge in his pants at the sight of his naked, statuesque teen daughter.
The 'rents had been growing apart for years, and Brittany had surmised long ago they'd all but stopped having sex. Being rather conservative in his views about marriage, Daddy wouldn't cheat. Mom might not, either, but Brittany never trusted her self-righteous mother who could staunchly justify herself no matter how mistaken or hurtful she might be. In Brittany's estimation, Daddy had long been in need of a good woman, a loving one who'd provide for him.
At that moment, being naked and sexually aroused in front of the only real man Brittany had ever met, she felt a sudden compulsion to meet all his needs.
And her own.
Daddy had either been too shocked or too horny to stop his little girl's impulsive advance. Dragging him toward her dresser and perching on it, Brittany had his pants off and his hardness inside her in less than a minute.
The sex lasted maybe all of fifteen minutes, ten of those with Brittany caught up a single sustained orgasm like no boy had ever brought. Daddy's sensibility returned after he shot his warm manly essence far into his little girl's depths, his face becoming flush with a mix of embarrassment and fulfillment. He wouldn't look into his daughter's eyes.
Brittany couldn't let matters rest there, leaving the event to pass as a moment of passion never to be repeated. Her Daddy had always been a real man: thoughtful and decisive, yet nurturing to his aloof wife and sensitive, only daughter. Daddy set a standard no boy had ever reached, for those Brittany knew only played at being men for all their emotional vacancy and conceited bravado. Not only did Daddy have a cock like no other lover before him, his gentle command of the brief bout thrilled Brittany like she'd never been before. Daddy had made his little girl a woman, and she decided to have him again.
So Brittany blackmailed him into an affair. Not that she had sinister intent, for she loved him; Brittany wouldn't demand a new car or money. To keep from 'confessing' to Mom what they'd done, Daddy would have to let his little girl go on the pill and continue to sleep with her. Brittany promised to do anything Daddy needed until his guilt had been wiped away.
That 'cleansing' pretty much happened two weeks later when Mom went to Aunt Jane's for her twice-yearly visit. Brittany and Daddy balled each other's brains out all Saturday night into early Sunday. About noon that second day, Brittany again offered herself since he still wouldn't make the first move. Casting aside more inhibitions and this time screwing every possible way, Daddy made his little girl cum sixteen wonderful times. For good measure, Brittany woke him with a blowjob Monday morning before she left for classes and he went to work.
Home life didn't much change after Mom returned, except for an occasional quickie with Daddy if his wife ran to the store. Mom remained her usual distant self, though she seemed to have a sudden, heightened haughtiness beyond her normal air of superiority. Mom intellectualized everything, a trait that required Daddy to be the nurturing one of Brittany's parents. His wife showed strong emotion only during fights, when in her wrath she'd scream the most awful things at her husband or daughter. Otherwise, few of her feelings ever came from behind the thick armor of her 'practicality'. While Mom might not be the most maternal of women, her calculating remoteness sometimes helped when Brittany needed advice on relationships with boys.
Dad noticed Mom's enhanced lordliness, too, but Brittany banished his fear that Mom knew of the illicit affair. If Mom did know what had they'd been doing, Brittany told him, she'd have gone off the deep end--either with an hysterical call to police or with a butcher knife while everyone slept. Dad still held some reservations, but Brittany knew his wife better than anyone realized and so had everything well in hand.
So away Mom went this morning, leaving Brittany and Daddy all to themselves.
She checked her appearance in the dresser mirror, satisfied with how desirable she looked. Her long blond hair shined and her peaches-and-cream complexion seemed to glow. Brittany had showered and made herself up, then put on an outfit she bought in secret and smuggled home. The time had come to show herself off, since Daddy still wouldn't initiate their lovemaking though he'd confessed the affair made him feel young again.
All black, the outfit consisted of a fragile thong, with a loose low-cut top of sheer lace tied at the front with ribbons. Spaghetti straps held up the top, and bands of satin covered Brittany's small nipples. The hem fell to just above the thong, so Daddy could enjoy the sight of all his little girl's rich beauty and shapeliness.
Brittany put on her long robe and bounded downstairs. She crossed to the door of the den, where Dad sat reading in front of the stand-alone fireplace he'd bought to give the room some winter ambiance. Resin logs that looked like real ones glowed from flickering orange lights set to give the right effect.
"Whatcha reading?" Brittany asked with her best salacious smile.
"Just another trade mag," Dad answered. "I haven't seen you in hours. All done studying?"
"Yes, at last. I've had enough for one day. My GPA for the semester so far is four-point-oh, so I can afford some time off."
"What do you plan to do now?"
Brittany slid off her robe to show Daddy the new outfit--her first set of lingerie. Approaching his chair, she said, "This little girl plans to fuck her Daddy until our heads spin off."
Dad dropped his magazine to the floor and welcomed Brittany when she settled spread-legged over his lap. "I was wondering if you had that in mind," he said with his warmest smile.
Brittany leaned close, and Dad returned his little girl's passion when she pressed her needful mouth to his. Brittany's pussy became wet and electricity seemed to spark in her clit when Daddy's large strong hands started massaging her ample breasts. Brittany swept along his arm with a slow deliberate caress, thrilling to feel the hardness of his solid muscles. All man, only Daddy could have made his little girl a woman.
"God, I've missed you!" Brittany breathed, rocking in Dad's lap with her arms fast around his neck.
