My biological father passed away when I was one. Shortly afterwards my mom met John and they got married when I was two years old. John adopted me and we were a happy family for a couple of years until my mom went to a fertility expert to find out why she couldn't get pregnant again. The doctor found a tumour in her ovary and within six months she was dead. I was six years old and John was 25.
Although my grandparents offered to take me so that John could start a new family with a new wife, he decided to keep me. He'd loved my mom and he was the only dad I'd ever known. Through the years he dated quite a few ladies, but he never got serious with them. In the end it was always only John and me.
I turned 18 two months before my high school graduation and John took me out to celebrate in style. He took me to the fanciest restaurant in our town and he bought me a beautiful necklace. I felt so special. That's when he broke the news.
"Carly, pumpkin," he said softly. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news."
"What's up, daddy?" I asked apprehensively.
"My company is closing down. I won't have a job in three months' time."
John was a highly specialised tradesman and I realised that he wouldn't get a similar job anywhere in the area. The only way he could stay would be to take an unqualified position somewhere else, for half the pay or less.
"What are we going to do?" I whispered anxiously.
"Well, you will have graduated by then and you've already been offered a permanent position at the Holiday Inn so you can stay here, where your friends are."
"Where will you be?"
"I've looked around and there's a high demand for my skills, just not here. I'd have to move to another state. I talked with one company this morning and they said that they'd be happy to hire me for the same money as I'm making now."
"So are you just going to go?" I felt hurt. "Will you sell the house? Will I ever see you again?"
"Carly, sweetheart," he caressed my cheek. "I don't know what else to do. If I stay here we can't afford the house anyway."
"Even if I help with the payments?"
"Even then. And I want you to be able to put money aside to be able to afford your own place eventually. I have to go, Carly."
"Can I come with you?" I would miss my friends, but I'd miss my daddy more.
"I checked. The company will sponsor my move and pay for my initial accommodation until I find something permanent. But they'll only pay for a wife and minors. You're an adult now."
"That's unfair!"
"Well... I guess... No!" He was thinking of something.
"What, daddy? Tell me!"
"It was a silly thought."
"Tell me anyway. Anything that can keep us together is worth trying."
"I was just thinking that I could tell them you're my wife. You've got my surname, your name is Carly Brown and nobody there will know us."
"That's a great idea, daddy!"
"You really think so?"
"Of course! As you said, nobody will know us and it'll take care of all the moving costs and I'm sure I can get a job there too."
"OK, baby. I'll tell them to sort out accommodation for me and my wife and we'll prepare to move."
The next couple of months went by in a blur. I graduated from high school, the house was sold and John and I said goodbye to our friends and family. We hadn't told anybody that his new employers were only paying for our move because they thought we were married. We set off early one morning and drove for two long days. We hit our new hometown in the early evening and we followed the directions that had been given to us. A well-dressed lady met us at the apartment block that would be our home for the next six months until we'd had time to buy a new house.
"Mr and Mrs Brown," she said and walked up to us. "I'm Mrs Fletcher and I work in the HR department for your new employers. I'm afraid we couldn't find a two bedroom apartment like you requested, but even though this one has only one bedroom it's just as spacious as a two bedroom one would be and since you don't have any children I thought you wouldn't mind the open plan solution."
John and I looked at each other and for the first time we detected a flaw in our plan. Mrs Fletcher showed us into the apartment and it was wonderful. It was sparsely furnished and the bedroom was dominated by a king size bed. For the first time I regretted putting our own furniture in storage. Apart from the floor there was nowhere to sleep other than the bed.
"Carly," John looked at me when the chatty Mrs Fletcher had finally left. "What are we going to do? We have to unload the truck and there's only one bed. We're not going to be able to buy a new one until tomorrow. Do you want me to go to a motel for the night?"
"Don't be silly, daddy," I calmed him. "We're just going to have to share that big bed for one night. It's big enough for both of us."
We spent the rest of the night unpacking the truck and finding a space for the stuff we'd decided to keep out of storage during these six months. When it was time to go to bed I realised another problem. All my night dresses were skimpy little baby doll outfits that I'd bought since I started working. They weren't exactly the kind of thing I liked to parade around in front of my dad with. I'd bought them because I was hoping to get a boyfriend eventually and I wanted to look nice once we started sleeping with each other. John, it turned out, was even more embarrassed than me because he was used to sleeping in the nude. He kept his boxers on though and we both went to bed, lying back to back. It had been an exhausting couple of days and we were soon asleep.
I woke up with the feeling of a hand cupping my breast. A thumb was slowly stroking my erect nipple and I felt myself getting wet between my thighs. Somehow I'd ended up sleeping in John's arms and he was obviously dreaming that he was holding one of his lovers, judging by the way he was caressing my breast and now also placing light kisses on my head. I knew I should wake him up, but it felt so good, I wanted him to do more. I'd never felt like this when my boyfriends' clumsy hands had tried to get my clothes off and consequently I was still a virgin.
My hand started making its way down John's flat stomach and I soon reached his boxers. I let my hand feel its way across the fabric and I nearly jumped when I felt how big and hard he was. I started stroking his cock through the soft cotton and raised my head to meet his lips. When he felt my lips on his, John slipped his tongue into my mouth and started kissing me deeply. I replied eagerly, wanting more of him. Then I heard a gasp and John pulled away.
