I live with my eighteen-year-old daughter, Ellie. Her mother, Gretchen, died in a car crash when she was just twelve and we've been looking after each other since. Even though I'm biased, Ellie is gorgeous. At around five feet five inches, she has straight copper hair falling halfway down her back. Huge, sea-green eyes dance above a delicate nose dusted with freckles and a generous cupids-bow mouth. She has a long, graceful neck and I'm guessing around 34-B breasts, a toned, narrow waist, and generous hips from which sprout seemingly endless curvy legs.
I love my daughter with an intensity that only parents can know, compounded by the joy that every time I look at her, I see the echoes of her mother in her smiling eyes.
Having been her sole parent all this time has made us quite intimate, and we both have little modesty around the house, being comfortable seeing each other, and being seen in our underwear. In fact, I had several times caught Ellie dashing from the bathroom to her bedroom naked, although I wasn't sure she was aware of this. We'd bumped into each other a couple of times in the bathroom, too, clad in only minimal garb. But I'd raised her through puberty and her menses, so it wasn't a big deal.
As Ellie matured from girlhood to young womanhood, I couldn't help but speculate what it would feel like to embrace that youthful flesh in all its glorious nakedness. Accepting that I was a dirty old man I tried to put it behind me and moved on.
Chapter One
It was a warm Friday evening and we had just finished washing and drying the dishes when Ellie turned to me and asked, "Daddy, what shall we do tonight." Surprised, I said, "Don't you have plans with your friends?"
"Sarah has Covid and Meg's away with her family. April's going out on a date with a new boy so I'm kind of at a loose end. I thought I'd chill with you."
"Well, normally I just watch tv, play a video game or muck about on the interwebs," I told her.
"Boring!" She said, "Let's play a game. Like a board game or something. We haven't done that in ages."
"No worries, go and pick one out."
She bounced out of the room and down the hall to the cupboard containing the games. I smiled at her enthusiasm and poured us both a Jamesons and soda, which had always been my drink of choice and which Ellie had adopted since coming of age. Making my way into the living area, I put our drinks on the coffee table and moved one of the armchairs around so it sat opposite the couch, so we could face each other while playing. Then I planted myself on the couch and took a sip of my drink.
Ellie seemed to be taking her time, so I called out. "Honey, what's taking so long?"
"Hang on Dad, I'm just getting changed," I heard her call from upstairs.
A minute or so later she came in with an armful of boxes, having changed into one of my old tee shirts, faded Rolling Stone's logo on the front, wearing it like a dress. It barely covered her shapely arse, and I couldn't help but admire the length of pale flesh that stretched from the hem to her pink painted toenails. As she bent to put the boxes down on the coffee table, I caught a glimpse down the neck of the tee of bare breast underneath. Ellie's smooth pale globe was tipped with a delicate pink crown, about an inch and a half across, the areola crisply delineated against her pale skin and topped with the cutest little pencil eraser nipple. In my shorts, my cock stirred, waking from its slumber.
"What do you want to play first?" I asked.
"Let's start with Monopoly, but make it a drinking game," Ellie challenged me with her glowing green eyes, a half-smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
"How's that going to work?" I asked.
"Every time you land on my properties you have to drink, along with paying the fine, and vice-versa."
I thought about it. I didn't want to foster a drinking habit in Ellie, but a few drinks couldn't hurt, could it?
"OK," I agreed. "Let's give it a shot."
We played several games, roughly evenly matched and each of us downing more than a few shots of Jamesons. As we played, I noticed that Ellie, in the chair opposite me, had started unconsciously moving her knees in and out, offering me glimpses of her white-cotton clad crotch. Trying not to stare, I could see the contour of her labia through the thin material, a little triangular impression at the top, beneath from which a little groove emerged and ran down the length of her mons, neatly bisecting it. My cock growled to life, growing and throbbing in my underwear. I had to surreptitiously shift it around to get comfortable. Glancing back again and again, I noticed that her panties were gradually being pulled in by the motion of her legs, effectively creating a little wedgie. The seams on the sides of her gusset were being pulled toward the centre and by the time we finished playing, I could clearly make out half of each of her outer labia; smooth and pale. By this time my cock was hard as obsidian, not helped by the alcohol that had by now erased any doubt I'd had about perving on my daughter and fuelled my carnal thoughts into a maelstrom of lust.
When I looked back at Ellie, I noticed she had a funny little smirk on her mouth, and I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me after all.
It was getting towards midnight, and I had had enough to drink. I said as much, and Ellie agreed. We packed up the game and Ellie trotted off to the hall cupboard to return the collection of boxes. I took the opportunity again to rearrange my aching member, adjusting it to compromise of comfort and modesty. When Ellie came back, she sat next to me and lifted my arm so she could burrow into my side, placing my arm around her neck and clutching my forearm between her breasts, my hand on her tummy. My heart melts when she does this and she knows it.
"Movie?" She asked.
"Yeah okay," I replied. "What do you want to watch?"
"Something with Brad Pitt or George Clooney, of course."
I sighed. "Ocean's 11 it is, then."
"Perfect!" She purred.
A few minutes into the movie Ellie twisted around to look up at me.
"Dad?"
"Mmm?"
"Why didn't you ever re-marry after mum died?"
I thought for a minute.
"Well at first, I was too busy grieving, and looking after you. After a while I guess I just sort-of settled into the single-dad life. I never did find another woman who made me feel the way your mother did."
"But didn't you get lonely?
"Well, no, I had you here, sweetheart."
"No, I mean, you know," she blushed prettily. "Lonely for..."
"Oh, you mean horny?" I grinned at her. "I haven't been celibate all this time, you know."
