Chapter 4: Making Up to Daddy

When I got home, my parents were in the basement family room watching TV. My mom was the first to react to my entrance.

“Oh, you’re home. I was about to call and see if you were staying the night.”

I knew she was just giving me a hard time so I grinned and sat down at my usual place on the end of the couch. I explained quickly how my Aunt’s sale had gone south and my mom nodded.

“Yeah, I knew she was worried about that one. You know, she could lose her job if it doesn’t sell soon.”

Damn! All Aunt Linda had said was that her boss was upset, nothing about getting fired. No wonder she was so worked up over the deal. My mom took a closer look at me and grinned.

“So let me guess, the two of you made her feel better?”

A sly grin from me told her all she needed to know, as if any confirmation was really needed. The I spoke up and told her about how she had asked me to help her with the deal tomorrow. My parents reactions were exactly as I would have predicted they would be. My dad perked up and was smiling, saying something about getting it tape, while my mom didn’t appear to be nearly as thrilled with the idea. My dad just sat there with this big grin on his face while my mom was the first to respond.

“Well, if you DO get involved in anything like that, you had better be careful young lady. You of all people should know what can happen when you go out with strangers on business.”

“Oh mom!” I whined. I knew exactly what she was referring to - my brief foray into the world of escorting a few years ago. The first few guys were fun but then I was technically raped (long story), by the last guy after which I quit while I was ahead. So far as I was concerned, the whole thing had taught me a valuable lesson.

“Well, I’m not saying you shouldn’t do it, just be careful, that’s all,’ she said, determined to have the last word.

One thing you could say for my mom, as conservative as she may seem at first, she still allowed me to learn things for myself most of the time. Although she might not approve of everything I did, most times she wouldn’t interfere. The only time she used her parental veto power was when she knew it was would probably harm me and I was just too naive or inexperienced to know better. As she would tell me, stepping in a pile of shit is a learning experience but you don’t need to fall off a cliff for someone to teach you that it’s bad for you.

From the look in my dad’s eyes, I think he was keen on hearing more about what the three of us had done over at my cousin’s house earlier but I was tired and excused myself to go up to my bedroom. It was still pretty early, especially by my normal routine, but I was tired and the next day promised to be interesting, to say the least.

Once I climbed it up the two stories of stairs to my bedroom, and after a brief pit stop at the bathroom, I finally made it to my bedroom where turned off the lights and dropped my clothes to the floor. My mother hated it when I did that but at the moment I was too tired to care. My head hit the pillow and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was to be sleep - or so I thought.

With the curtains closed my bedroom was almost pitch black except for the light coming in from the doorway that originated downstairs so you can understand why I didn’t see him when he first came in. In fact, the only reason I was forewarned was the tell-tale squeak of our old hardwood floors as he stepped quickly into my bedroom. There was only one person who would be coming into my room this late at night and I smiled as my dad sat down on the bed beside me. He reached out and pulled the bedcovers back from me, exposing my nude body to the cool night air.

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry,” I said softly to him, turning over on my back for him, in the same sort of submissive manner my dog does when it turns on its back for me.

He understood what I meant. It wasn’t that I was sorry that he was in my room. In no way was I hinting at refusing him in some way as for me, THAT would have been unforgivable. Since that first time he took me in this very bed almost six years ago I have NEVER turned him away, no matter how I felt or where we were, so why would I do that tonight? The reason I was sorry was for getting him turned on and horny downstairs with my rendition of the day’s events and then not taking care of him properly like any decent daughter would have done. Putting yourself ahead of your father’s needs and desires is not how I was raised and I felt ashamed at my thoughtlessness.

“Oh baby, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve been thinking about what you were saying and I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Damn it, I just HAVE to have you now.” He paused and took a breath and then continued, “God Kelly, I was getting SO turned thinking about what you did!”

Well, what was I supposed to say after that? How could I even dream of telling him that I didn’t want him to fuck me now? Sure my mom gets away with pushing him away when she isn’t in the mood, but then she is his wife and partner. As his daughter, I had an obligation to fulfill, even at time like this when I was so tired that sex was about the last thing on my mind.

“It’s OK daddy ... I want you too,” I replied, trying not to sound hesitant or in away hint that I might not want him to do me. It’s not like I didn’t WANT him to, it was just I was so tired I was just having a hard time getting myself revved up for it. That’s not to say I wasn’t feeling more than a little bit hornier each minute as I saw how much he wanted me.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s my girl,” he murmured as he climbed in top of me. He was naked, that much was obvious as his hard dick was rubbing against my smooth stomach as he leaned over me. There was something in his voice that hinted at the lust inside of him. Sometimes I have wondered if I ever DID say no to him if he would be able to stop himself once he got this far along. I doubted I would ever find out but still, it was interesting to contemplate.

As he lowered himself down on top of me I could feel the thick hair on his chest tickle my bare boobs although he was careful to keep the majority of his weight off of me. His lips gently kissed the side of my neck as his tongue licked and tickled me. He slowly worked his way up to my ear and then over to my mouth where we remained lip-locked for the longest time, forging a special bond that can exist only between a father and his daughter.

“Oh Kelly, I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes daddy, I want it,” I whispered in reply, trying desperately not to yawn as the sudden urge to do so struck me. My body was still trying to tell me to sleep but my mind was wanting more of my dad with each passing second.

“Fuck me daddy,” I said seductively, “You know you can do anything you want to Me ... ANYTHING. Just prove you love me and I’m yours.”

Those last statements of mine should be enough to tell anyone just how special my father was to me. Why else would I ask him to do such a thing, to commit the ultimate act of incest with his daughter? Even more special to me was submitting myself to him. There isn’t another man in this world to whom I could say such a thing - and mean it. My dad is the only man that I trust enough to give myself to completely without reservation. Of course I have said those same words to many men but that was just to turn them on. So far, my dad is the ONLY man whom I have ever truly trusted in this way. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that when I get married my husband will join the list - if not I’m shouldn’t be marrying him!