For compliance purposes, all sexually active characters in the story are over the age of 18. This is a long, complete story that has been cut into more digestible chunks. For it to make sense it is probably best to have read all the previous sequences. This is the final section.
Love and Destiny
Ch. 06
Over the next few days, our new Father-daughter relationship became more defined. There was not a great deal of difference overall. Destiny and I had always had a friendly and affectionate relationship and so the addition of romance only made us closer. I admit it was a bit of an adjustment on my part to regard Destiny as my romantic partner in addition to being my baby girl.
In addition to the challenge of the new dynamic in my relationship with my daughter, I also had to get used to having an affectionate young girlfriend. Destiny on the other hand seemed to have no problem with me being her lover as well as her Dad. Her daughterly kisses often transitioned into romantic ones. It was not uncommon for Destiny to spontaneously walk up to me or slide into my lap while watching television to initiate a hot and heavy make-out session.
Demonstrating, a maturity I probably would not have noticed before, my daughter was very patient and understanding of my awkwardness about the new aspect of our relationship. The fact that I was willing to try was the most important thing to her. When I asked her why she was so blase about our new dynamic, she gave me a little smile, "Daddy, a girl's first boyfriend is her father. I guess I never grew out of the stage where I wanted to marry my Daddy."
Even though it was only a month after Valentine's Day, by St. Patrick's Day Destiny and I were a fully domestic couple. After two years of abstaining from our traditional St. Patrick's Day meal, to please Fiona, we once again had corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, and colcannon. The first time I had made corned beef and cabbage after starting to date Fiona, she claimed that the cabbage made our house smell like a garbage dump. For months afterwards she would make "humorous" retching sounds whenever she entered the house. While Destiny and I cooked we also drank Guinness. This was the second year I'd let Destiny drink on St. Patrick's Day but last year she had simply taken a sip of my beer and made a face. This year she made an effort to enjoy the beer.
Destiny loved to celebrate her and her mom's Irish heritage, learning recipes, decorating the house and dressing up. This year she was both cute and sexy; like me, she wore a Leprechaun hat, but she also wore a tight green t-shirt that said, "Paddy's Lil Girl!" and a short green skirt, green socks, and green shoes. Despite her heritage and even the pasty shamrocks on her cheeks, the Irish brogue in which she insisted on speaking was pretty bad. It sounded like one of the girls from 2 Broke Girls trying to imitate Colin Farrell.
As we ate we had our Irish movie marathon which this year was
Leprechaun
,
Darby O'Gill and the Little Peopl
e, and
The Quiet Man
. During the latter, we also sipped on glasses of Bushmills, which Destiny liked more than the beer. This year she also ate more of the corned beef than she usually did. "I guess I missed it because it's really tasty this year!"
At the romantic end of
The Quiet Man
, my slightly tipsy daughter was cuddled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. As the credits scrolled, she whispered, "Sure and begorrah, me boyo, why don't we go upstairs so I can play with your lucky charms."
When we stood up we were both a bit tipsier than I thought. Supporting each other and laughing we stumbled up to our bedroom. Once inside Destiny kicked off her shoes and rolled off her t-shirt. Underneath she wore a white bra which had lacy green shamrocks rimming the outside of the bra, the center of each cup had a green mesh shamrock. Each of these shamrocks had a big bump in the center, as her nipples strained against the fabric. Destiny smiled and shimmied her upper torso back and forth a couple of times, making her full brassiere bounce. She smiled, "You like my bra, Daddy. It's an Erin Go Bra!"
It took a second for my foggy brain to get the pun. "Ah, I get it?"
She giggled, "No, that's actually the name of it. And then I have these, She pushed down her skirt to reveal green panties which in white Celtic script, had the words, "You're about to get verrry lucky, me boyo!" She stepped out of her skirt and towards me. "Unhook me, Daddy." She craned the back of her head towards me as I kissed her neck and unhooked her bra. I kissed her shoulders as I gradually turned her towards me. Her slightly bleary eyes glimmered with passion as our lips met. We melted into a sweet, sexy kiss that ended abruptly when Destiny pulled back. Her face was nearly as green as her panties as she dashed out of the room. I heard retching in the bathroom. I should've monitored her drinking better.
I was torn between wanting to help her or leaving her alone and not embarrassing her.
After a few moments later she came back into the room, looking still a bit flushed, pale, and smelling of mouthwash. "Sorry, Dad. I guess I overdid the drinking."