I never once thought I'd be attracted to my own daughter. I kept telling myself to just ignore such vulgar thoughts, but she makes it difficult to ignore them.
I had never actually known my daughter, Eden. A quick explanation: The last time I had seen her was right after she popped out of her mother at the hospital. After that, her mother and I had a bad dispute and she packed her bags and left with the baby. It was only just after Eden had turned eighteen that she had come to live with me. It was more of a cry for help really, as her mother had gotten into some bad issues involving drugs and all that mess, and Eden wasn't financially stable enough to live on her own, but enough about her bitchy mother.
After Eden had come to live with me, things were...awkward, to say the least. We barely knew each other and it was hard to try to be a father to a daughter I barely knew. I will say one thing though; as soon as I saw her for the first time at my doorstep, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get these filthy thoughts out of my head.
I had only really seen just a few photos of Eden. In the pictures, she had icy blue eyes and long, blonde locks, and she was normally wearing pastel-colored outfits. However, when she arrived at my house, I almost didn't think she was the same person from the photos. Now that she is older, she had grown tall with a rather reclusive demeanor about her. Her hair had been cut into a short, choppy emo style and dyed jet black with a blue streak in her bangs. She lines her icy, blue eyes with black makeup and she has two snakebite piercings underneath her lip. At first, it struck me as surprising. I didn't think that she'd grow into a 'punk' or 'rocker' type, or whatever the hell you'd call it.
As the days went on living with her, I began to notice things about her that were a lot like me. She seemed a little shy and awkward, just like me. She liked to read and spend time in quiet places, just like me. She even had a habit of cracking her knuckles when she was deep in thought, just like me. However, I also began to notice things about her that were...uncomfortably attractive. I say 'uncomfortably' because, well, she's my own daughter, but I just couldn't ignore the thoughts that swam through my head. She had long, gorgeous legs that I always had the privilege to see since she liked to wear shorts around the house. It drove me crazy how her loose rock-band shirts hung on her thin frame, and her eyes glimmered with...innocence. I won't lie, I've had thoughts about what her body might be like underneath those oversized shirts.
It's early in the morning. I get up with a tired groan as I run a hand through my dark hair. I head into the bathroom and do the usual routine: shower, shave, brush my teeth, apply my favorite cologne. After I finish, I head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee, only to see that Eden is sitting on the couch with papers scattered all around.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" I ask her.
"It's Friday. I don't have class on Friday." She mutters, not even bothering to look away from her books.
I walk over and have a seat on the couch next to her. "Right, right. I forgot. What are you studying?" I ask.
"Biology." She answers blatantly as she scribbles down a few notes.
Yikes. This whole conversing with her is not exactly an easy task. There had always seemed to be this tense energy between us ever since she came to stay with me. I think it's due to the fact that we barely know each other, and she seems like the kind of person that has a hard time making friends, but my god is she smart. She majors in biology, and is already in her second year of college. Her grades are always high no matter the subject and I've never seen her without a book in her hand. I can admire that, as I was just as studious as she is when I was her age.
I peer over her shoulder at the notes she'd scribbled down. The silence is killing me. "Do you...maybe want some breakfast?" I ask her.
"Nope." She says simply.
I silently wince. Just like her, I too had a hard time making friends and handling awkward silences. However, unlike her, I was a father, and there was one trick that I learned from my own father that always seemed to get a smile on people's faces.
I muster the most concerned expression that I can. "Eden, I need to warn you, and I need to warn you now. I have a very good feeling that you're under attack."
She glances up at me with a confused stare. "And...just what's attacking me?"
I can't help but grin. "The...TICKLE MONSTER!" Before she can even react, I pull her into a bear hug and proceed to relentlessly tickle her sides.
She squeals in delight. "DAAD! NOOOO! ST- I'M TICKLISH, STOP IT! DAAAAAD!" She laughs uncontrollably and squirms in my arms.
My fingers accidentally slip beneath her shirt and brush ever so slightly against her skin. It's...so soft. In her hysteria, she doesn't notice my hand moving along her abdomen, but I quickly move it away before she has a chance to realize. She leans against me for just a second, her soft hair brushing against my neck. The blush that comes to her face as she laughs is absolutely adorable and I'm able to catch a small whiff of her shampoo. It's intoxicating. I feel my heart begin to beat just a little bit faster, and a particular heat that rose down below. Fuck, I need to stop thinking this way, but she's making it impossible. Just watching the way her body writhes...I quickly shake those ideas from my head.
"This is what you get for not accepting my breakfast invitation." I tell her sternly.
She whines and continues to struggle. I don't realize that I had gotten all that close to her until she shies away from me because the stubble on my jaw is tickling her face. "Daaaad, pleeease, I need to study." She manages to say between her breathy giggles. "And shouldn't you be at work?"
I glance down at my watch and immediately bolt up when I see the time, not realizing that I'm already incredibly late. "Yep, gotta go. Fuck, I'm twenty minutes late. I'll be home at about midnight. Bye, baby." I give Eden a quick kiss on the forehead before grabbing my things and rushing out the door in just under a minute. I know that today is going to be an agonizingly long double-shift, but it's not anything I can't handle.
The commute to work, I will say, is absolute hell.
I can't stop thinking about Eden as I drive. Everything about her just seems to drive me absolutely nuts. The way her piercings accentuate her smile, the gorgeous curves of her body, the innocent look in her eyes. From what she had told me some time ago, she had never had a boyfriend, so I can only guess that she's never had sex before either. Oh, just the thought of how incredibly tight she might be. I wonder what sort of delicious sounds she'd make if I-...No. Surely I shouldn't be thinking this way.
I groan in annoyance as I feel my own erection grow while filthy thoughts swarm my head, all regarding the potential things that I could do to my own daughter. It's not until I arrive at work and head into the bathroom to take care of my little problem, but I'm still stuck thinking about her all day.
I walk through the hallways of the building later in the afternoon, sifting through a stack of papers in my hand. Not paying attention to where I'm going, I accidentally bump into one of the younger interns, causing him to drop a few folders. "Aw, shit, sorry, James. I guess I was distracted." I tell him quickly as I kneel down to help him pick up his things.
"Nah, don't worry about it, Clay." The blonde haired man says. I don't know James all that well, as he had only started interning here about a week ago, but we've had some fun conversations here and there.
I look over and notice a few dollar bills scattered near his papers. "Those yours?" I ask him.
"Oh, shit, yeah. Yeah, I'm headin' to the strip club after work. Taking my little transgender friend there. Apparently, the dude's never stepped foot into a club before. Trying to teach the kid how to live." He laughs as he slips the money into his pocket. "We always have room for a third companion though."
I laugh. "Oh, no, thank you. My clubbing days are over. I've gotta get home to my daughter."
"Oh snap, you gotta kid? Do show, do show."
